001; audio to visual - DEC 09, late-morning
[ The feed starts out to the busy tap of a screen and low mutters, each one busier and more distracted than the last. It doesn't go on for very long, and one could think that's it, this was a supreme waste of time, before the laughter rings out. Loud and borderline obnoxious, it also carries with it a note of triumph, and when the visual pops to life it's to a man's laughing face far too close to the screen for comfort. ]
Aha! So it works! You know, I hardly knew what to do when they handed this little thing over. [ A tone of concern, a man recounting his harrowing tale. ] Not even from a brand name, could you believe it? No Soby or Patasonic stamp anywhere. [ Aha! The sound of a fist meeting palm, classic gesture of EUREKA. ] Bootleg? Is this bootleg?
[ The picture spins dizzyingly for a moment, the communicator picked up and shook, as if by the action of rattling it around he could shake out some illicit and telling evidence of unlawful technology reproduction. It stops after a moment though, image frozen on a corner of his face and a view of the plain little room behind him. What can be seen of his expression is alarming, perhaps. ]
Ah, I should have asked that ane-san about it.
[ His tone is notably lower, notably weaker. ]
Ochazuke.
[ The image shifts again, gets a better bead on his face. This is the face of a man in agony and suffering. It is the sorry image of a hangover come back full force. ]
Aha! So it works! You know, I hardly knew what to do when they handed this little thing over. [ A tone of concern, a man recounting his harrowing tale. ] Not even from a brand name, could you believe it? No Soby or Patasonic stamp anywhere. [ Aha! The sound of a fist meeting palm, classic gesture of EUREKA. ] Bootleg? Is this bootleg?
[ The picture spins dizzyingly for a moment, the communicator picked up and shook, as if by the action of rattling it around he could shake out some illicit and telling evidence of unlawful technology reproduction. It stops after a moment though, image frozen on a corner of his face and a view of the plain little room behind him. What can be seen of his expression is alarming, perhaps. ]
Ah, I should have asked that ane-san about it.
[ His tone is notably lower, notably weaker. ]
Ochazuke.
[ The image shifts again, gets a better bead on his face. This is the face of a man in agony and suffering. It is the sorry image of a hangover come back full force. ]