[video] ~ ~ way out in the water see it swimming where is my mind ~ ~ [Broadcast Mind]

[candor1]

[it looks like you may have stumbled on a cinema channel. The picture quality is different from normal transmission. Hard to say how. Colors more intense but light more hazy. Sensory input… it's almost more tactile than visual. See in feeling. Wind on face, sun on back, weight on feet…
It's not this distortion that makes the land and the light look unearthly. It's not Earth.
An obsidian land, once melted, now hard and dry, ash and cavern, with a violet sky…]

( three children are playing on a hillside )

[The display snapped back to this reality.

The woods of De Chima. Hitting the ground from the Porter at a dead run.

Cassian stumbling again to his knees, managed to keep it at dry heaving this time, pushing himself up against a tree, and slapping the comm angrily]

Work blast it.

Does anyone read me?

[flashes of their names, their faces, on the display as through his mind:

Bodhi—Veronica—Han—Poe

but perhaps none of them will mind, they'll understand, that the only names he can force through his throat right now:]

Jyn—Kay

video;

[storyseeker]

Okay, non-literal show of hands: who got included in that dating app, and did you date yourself? This is important data collection.

[No it's not.]

Okay, it isn't, but I'm still really curious and want you to tell me. Full disclosure: the Alayne Salmon character is me, and it's...not completely off-base? I do care a lot about my career, and I do like classic video games. But it also says I like bad boys...and girls...so it's not a how-to guide, either.

[Not that they need to be squeaky clean, but thaaaaat is not something she's going to talk about on the network.]

Anyway, I want to know who tried out some self-love and how well it ended. Myself and myself will be very happy together, apparently, but I lost a weekend to this game and got mixed results with Hannu Sololo, James Caligula and Bill Grimm.

Maybe I should be annoyed that the developer used our likenesses this way, but honestly, I had a lot of fun.

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[glowsferatu]

[ Kanaya doesn't look happy. She looks like someone who has spent two days playing a mobile game nonstop, and hated every second of it. But she important things to say about it now. ]

So, I didn't plan to waste any more of my time thinking about this silly game, but after everyone on Bwitter decided that it was worth blowing up my shouts over, I found that it may be worth looking into further. Frankly, much of the content they related of this "Papaya Delirium" stand-in is rather concerning.

After spending far longer playing "Heart Kapow Wow" [ Though she stops short of using air-quotes, she says it with as much disdain as possible, what kind of stupid title is that? ] than I ever intended to spend on as pointless an endeavor as this, allow me to make a few disclaimers. And, for the record, I can't believe this shit has somehow become necessary.

First, stop recommending Hallmark movies to me. I don't care, I don't want to watch them

Second, no, I am not Jason Vorhees. I don't even know who that is.

Third, I'm not a wasp, or any kind of bee. Stop sending me jokes about bees.

Fourth, and perhaps most importantly, no, I do not have an ovipositor. I do not plant eggs in people. I am not seeking a new egg host for my children, I will not lay eggs in you on request, no amount of money you offer me is enough to make me want to roleplay this scenario with you, or even to think about it any more than you've already made me, and thanks so much for that. I don't want to see any art you've made of the event, I don't want to know that you're making art or writing whatever it is you are while stimulating whatever nether-organs your species has evolved. I don't want to know, please stop making me know about these things. You're all disgusting.

And finally, I. Do not. Date. Men. I don't care what your vexing virtual vespine vixen told you. She isn't me, and she isn't real, and I am seriously considering a call to my lawyer to see if something can't be done about her very existence. If you are trying to hit on me over Bwitter, you've already lost. Please stop.

[ She lets out a long exhale, rubbing her temples. Her brows furrow as she considers something, then relax for a moment as she screws up her lips and opens her eyes, then furrows her brows again, dropping her hands and looking back into the camera. ]

Does anyone know how to get my good ending? Do I even have one? It would really figure if I didn't.

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[twatter]

[ And we're live. The Technical Boy is seated on his bed in his room, communicator in one hand and the newest uPhone in the other, distractedly playing one of those mindnumbing mobile games. Every once in a while, the sound effects chirp, chime and serve as background music. His room's been redecorated in geometric decor and a roomba goes zooming by on the floor. ]

24.45 hours studying this network. And I'm bored.

[ Implied: You're boring. ]

You guys are practically gods. Granted, that's a lowercase G. But still. Your power here goes unmatched and all you can do is sit around talking about restaurant recommendations and dating sims? How about we have some real talk.

[ His thumb blurs over the screen of his uPhone, taking just a minute to beat the level with an air of superiority. Everyone can wait for him to make his proposal because he's definitely more important. And once the victory fanfare sounds, he tosses the phone to the side -- for the first time giving his full attention to the camera. ]

You're the old models. The old generation of imPorts who are just waiting to be made anew. So here's where I come in.

[ A beat. A smirk. A drag off of his vape pen. ]

Let's talk Upgrades.