video; username: 82736775

[ricksybusiness]

[The video is carefully cropped so 82736775's face isn't visible, focused at chest-level. A chest that is clothed in a nebulously green fabric, incidentally (it's a dinosaur kigurumi).]

Hey, what up. So a-a-apparently nobody else is sick of sitting around and waiting for fake impossible "magic answers" to land in our lap with respect to our job. Remember that thing we're supposed to be doing? About the freakin' endless darkness plaguing this world? Yeah.

[His hands come into frame, holding a beat-up metal tube with a bunch of science-looking shit stuck to it, like some lights and buttons and stuff. Maybe there are some exposed wires but don't pay any attention to that.]

This... is a telescope. I'm showing it to you in case you come from a world where they're called something dumb. Like a sky-tube or something, I dunno. Just trying to mitigate stuUUuuurr-- stupid questions.

I have an ass-load of these things and I can make more. If you're wondering how, the answer is I'm a genius. [He lowers the telescope.] They're all hooked up to my, uh... something I have; th-th-that -- that's not important. The point is, I need volunteers to take these things out to the highest vantage points around, aim them at the sky, and take readings.

[One finger goes up.] First, if you don't know how to look through one end of a thing and listen for beeps, you're too stupid to use these so don't even ask. Go hit some shit with rocks, that's pr-probably more your speed.

[A second finger goes up.] Don't use them to be peeping toms. This is science, not an excuse to be a gross purrrrr-- perv.

[A third finger goes up.] This all needs to be at the same time. In a few days, the sky should be clear enough for a decent reading across the b-- urrrp -- board.

Serious inquiries only. I'm not here to dick around. Name a place and I'll drop off the machine.

[The hand throws up the sign of the horns before the video ends.] I'm out.

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Comments

[heavyhitter]

Yeah, I guess. Kinda sounds like an excuse to me. [ She eyes the thing doubtfully for a few seconds more, then up at him: ] Who are you, anyway?

[ricksybusiness]

[These people, so entitled! Rick drinks from his flask as she looks the telescope over again, then wipes his mouth off on his sleeve.] Rick. I'm trying to keep a low profile so don't use the name on the psychic interface deal.

[heavyhitter]

[ That gets a grin coupled with a snort. ]

Really? Why? [ and that's definitely in the tone of why would you put that much consideration into anything, not a genuine curiosity. ]

[ricksybusiness]

M-maybe I don't want people bugging me to make them shit all the time. [The price of celebrity!]

[heavyhitter]

[ does he make shit on command?? well ramir at least will be bugging him to do it from now on. she files that tidbit away with a suddenly bright smile. ]

Sure. Your secret's totally safe with me. [ if his name gets spread around there's like a 95% chance it was her ]