[Perhaps this is a familiar voice to the people from home or maybe even to a few who have been here a while. Pidge is aware that she's been here before but hasn't gone seeking anyone who might know her yet.]
So I just think and it broadcasts my thoughts? That's easy. It's like a neural link only less invasive, right? Hopefully no one can go rooting around in my head. I already had enough of that, thanks but no thanks.
So how do these things work exactly? There's no tech involved at all and no network either. Do other people's thoughts just pop up into my head?
[Please wait for the longest pause.]
Are my thoughts popping up in other people's head? Oh quiznak...
[Pidge really needs to learn not to babble inside her own head while in contact with her amulet.]
D2
[Congradulations, Verens. Today Pidge has a sign around her neck and is on the prowl for hapless victims. She shuffles along like the walking dead, evading pursurers with surprising ease for someone doing the zombie shuffle. Grunts and moans go along to give the full undead effect.
Unfortunately for anyone who dares to come close, Pidge is marking them as a target. Not that she bites them - that's unsanitary! But she taps them on the arm or shoulder (whatever she can reach) with one hand and holds out a matching sign. These have their own duplicates so that the "infection" can only grow bigger.
Welcome to the hoard of the undead, newbie. Join her in spreading the zombie disease.]
F2
[The only reason she isn't one of the delivery people is because how Pidge's eyes light up at seeing the old clocks. Sure they aren't new, fancy tech but a girl can appreciate the antiques too. While she's sure that she could clean and fix up the clocks without using emotions, that isn't the task. So Pidge is eager to get started with her partner.]
Look at it! Isn't it beautiful? The craftsmanship on this is so unique! The cogs and wheels are made to extremely specific designs for each clock in order to make it work properly. One bad cog and it throws the whole system off! Most of the early ones were made by hand, no factories to put them together.
[Her enthusiasm for the timepieces is certainly a bit over-the-top but hey, it's helping to restore the rusted bits.]
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[Want something else? This is your chance. My plurk is Tsukeru if you need me.]
Katie "Pidge" Holt | Voltron: Legendary Defender
[Perhaps this is a familiar voice to the people from home or maybe even to a few who have been here a while. Pidge is aware that she's been here before but hasn't gone seeking anyone who might know her yet.]
So I just think and it broadcasts my thoughts? That's easy. It's like a neural link only less invasive, right? Hopefully no one can go rooting around in my head. I already had enough of that, thanks but no thanks.
So how do these things work exactly? There's no tech involved at all and no network either. Do other people's thoughts just pop up into my head?
[Please wait for the longest pause.]
Are my thoughts popping up in other people's head? Oh quiznak...
[Pidge really needs to learn not to babble inside her own head while in contact with her amulet.]
D2
[Congradulations, Verens. Today Pidge has a sign around her neck and is on the prowl for hapless victims. She shuffles along like the walking dead, evading pursurers with surprising ease for someone doing the zombie shuffle. Grunts and moans go along to give the full undead effect.
Unfortunately for anyone who dares to come close, Pidge is marking them as a target. Not that she bites them - that's unsanitary! But she taps them on the arm or shoulder (whatever she can reach) with one hand and holds out a matching sign. These have their own duplicates so that the "infection" can only grow bigger.
Welcome to the hoard of the undead, newbie. Join her in spreading the zombie disease.]
F2
[The only reason she isn't one of the delivery people is because how Pidge's eyes light up at seeing the old clocks. Sure they aren't new, fancy tech but a girl can appreciate the antiques too. While she's sure that she could clean and fix up the clocks without using emotions, that isn't the task. So Pidge is eager to get started with her partner.]
Look at it! Isn't it beautiful? The craftsmanship on this is so unique! The cogs and wheels are made to extremely specific designs for each clock in order to make it work properly. One bad cog and it throws the whole system off! Most of the early ones were made by hand, no factories to put them together.
[Her enthusiasm for the timepieces is certainly a bit over-the-top but hey, it's helping to restore the rusted bits.]
G
[Want something else? This is your chance. My plurk is