Ninety-Sixth Matrix {Video | Backdated to this morning.}
[The video function cuts on, but all you get is darkness. That's right Discedo. After all that bitching and complaining at other people, Sho's finally done it. He brought his communicator to bed with him, though to bed would be the wrong term. Thanks to some slight movements throughout the night, the communicator has been firmly wedged in the corner between the armrest and the cushion. As he shifts some, the lens adjusts to the light, giving the rest of the network a clear view of Sho's shoulder.
Some more shifting. Making some groggy sounding noises as he wakes up, but is immediately cut off by a surprised] What th--
[THUMP! He scrambles into an upright sitting position and stares, back turned to the communicator. Not six inches from his face sits a purple vending machine.
That's right, not only has he failed to follow his own advice, but he's been caught off guard publicly. The rest of the feed just shows him staring for 7 more minutes before it finally times out on its own.]
Some more shifting. Making some groggy sounding noises as he wakes up, but is immediately cut off by a surprised] What th--
[THUMP! He scrambles into an upright sitting position and stares, back turned to the communicator. Not six inches from his face sits a purple vending machine.
That's right, not only has he failed to follow his own advice, but he's been caught off guard publicly. The rest of the feed just shows him staring for 7 more minutes before it finally times out on its own.]