[This cowboy might appear familiar to anyone who's seen him. Except right now, his face is nothing but serious.]

Hope this things on... damn technology these days...

[He pauses, almost as if he's not sure how to word this properly.]

Reckon I got two reasons for gettin' on the Network. First is the news 'bout Miss Lockheart. [He shifts a bit ( Read more... )

( Jake and Ema try SCIENCE! )

[A familiar drawl surfaces on the network later in the afternoon. There's a little bit of interference however, because some even more familiar cursing can be heard at the start of the clip]

Daggum-blasted, shoddy hunk of crowbait...!

'zis thing on? 'lo? [Then Jake seems to settle into it, because his voice holds a little hint of cheeriness.]I ( Read more... )

[A familiar cowboy hat comes into view on this feed, followed by a familiar figure, that of the rugged Jake Marshall with a stupidly broad grin on his face; even at the angle he's propped the NV up, with his feet on his table, it's obvious he's happy about something.] You folks wanna know somethin'? [He tips his hat up with two fingers, swirling ( Read more... )

[There is a strange text message posted to the network from the NV of "Jake Marshall" this morning.]

Beef
salsa
tortillas
chili beans
chips
spices
milk
pancake mix
bacon
eggs
Tabasco sauce! Super spicy

[... yep, that's right. Jake still hasn't figured out there is a text mode. He just thinks it's a memo pad, so he just sent his grocery list ( Read more... )

[The feed suddenly comes on to a man dressed in absolutely garish cowboy gear, from his five-gallon hat to his leather boots with spurs. The only thing that seems strange about his attire is that underneath the poncho he's wearing is unmistakably a police uniform. He seems frustrated with his NV, because he's mumbling to himself as he tries to mess ( Read more... )