.002 ✉ [Video]
[The camera shakes for a few seconds, the only thing visible being a jumbled pile of clothes and the stark but slightly glossy tiles in the background. After a few more blurry swipes, the picture finally focuses in to see a wary and slightly blank eyed Morpheus curled up in an empty bathtub. The only reason he's attempting to make a video post is in the hopes that someone would answer his question, or the fact that he was simply lonely bored after being trapped in his room for the majority of the day.]
Apparently this thing streams directly to the "internet". Does this mean you can see me?
[Morpheus's finger accidentally pushes the zoom in button, letting the viewer have a strange close-up picture of his eye staring curiously into the lens. In the hope that it might fix the strange view (the small screen was dubbed useful since he could now tell what was showing up online), he pushed a few more buttons to find everything back to normal due to sheer luck. A few shouts in the background make him shrink against the wall, his other arm curled around his leg.]
Are...are the women in the building always this...
[Morpheus pauses for a moment, his mind trying to find the right word without potentially insulting anyone. A loud bang and a shriek seems to physically surprise him, the camera almost slipping from his grip. His hands are positioned wrongly also, the cloth strap swinging wildly around and occasionally smacking the wall.]
This...Like this?
[His eyes shift nervously, constantly glancing to the locked doorknob for reassurance.]
I have to go to work, I should go to work since I promised the manager I would go to this one. It does seem like a decent role, and I am getting better at the whole adjusting thing, but...
[Taking a few deep breaths, he visibly calms down slowly until another sudden noise makes him jolt in surprise and the video camera finally falls out of his hands to hit the bottom of the bathtub with a loud smack. It fizzes out, the connection lost while the last words heard are the short, strangled cries of Morpheus shouting in despair since he had just managed to buy the thing.]
(OOC: He can only text or call since he found the phone his manager gave him in the pockets of one of his discarded jeans. Unfortunately, he has nobody's phone number and is attempting to figure out how to navigate through it. And failing rather miserably. However, he can accept and somewhat reply to texts or calls since he knows to press the flashing green button after punching in a few words.)
Apparently this thing streams directly to the "internet". Does this mean you can see me?
[Morpheus's finger accidentally pushes the zoom in button, letting the viewer have a strange close-up picture of his eye staring curiously into the lens. In the hope that it might fix the strange view (the small screen was dubbed useful since he could now tell what was showing up online), he pushed a few more buttons to find everything back to normal due to sheer luck. A few shouts in the background make him shrink against the wall, his other arm curled around his leg.]
Are...are the women in the building always this...
[Morpheus pauses for a moment, his mind trying to find the right word without potentially insulting anyone. A loud bang and a shriek seems to physically surprise him, the camera almost slipping from his grip. His hands are positioned wrongly also, the cloth strap swinging wildly around and occasionally smacking the wall.]
This...Like this?
[His eyes shift nervously, constantly glancing to the locked doorknob for reassurance.]
I have to go to work, I should go to work since I promised the manager I would go to this one. It does seem like a decent role, and I am getting better at the whole adjusting thing, but...
[Taking a few deep breaths, he visibly calms down slowly until another sudden noise makes him jolt in surprise and the video camera finally falls out of his hands to hit the bottom of the bathtub with a loud smack. It fizzes out, the connection lost while the last words heard are the short, strangled cries of Morpheus shouting in despair since he had just managed to buy the thing.]
(OOC: He can only text or call since he found the phone his manager gave him in the pockets of one of his discarded jeans. Unfortunately, he has nobody's phone number and is attempting to figure out how to navigate through it. And failing rather miserably. However, he can accept and somewhat reply to texts or calls since he knows to press the flashing green button after punching in a few words.)