ART THIS THING ON?

[murder-a-curry.livejournal.com]

Date: December 1, 2000
Setting: Tadfield Manor - Basement Room
Status: Public - Death, Pollution, Anyone else who wants to tag
Summary: Death is a student of life. He is making a documentary. You will be interviewed. No one is safe. He tries to set up a base of operations. Pollution helps. And horsepersons + technology = not so much. At least not these horsepersons.

Death was rethinking his plan to use technology in the making of his documentary. Possibly he was out of his depth here.

But that film student he'd escorted to the hereafter last Tuesday had been quite adamnant that one couldn't possibly hope to produce a work of any worth without the best that technology had to offer. Thus the grim reaper had questioned at length and traumatized many a salesman and eventually come up with a good assortment of equipment.

Cables and electronics lay scattered about the floor. Over there was a laptop, still in the box. Closer was a video camera or what might have been a video camera if it were not in pieces. A couple chairs and a couch were arranged in a tentative order.

Unsurprisingly the theme of the room was black, skulls, hourglasses, and maybe, if you were lucky, some select shades of grey.

Death gave the electronics a look that could be construed as disapproving, picked up part of the disassembled camcorder and then glanced at Pollution askingly.

PERHAPS I SHOULD HAVE STUCK TO A CLIPBOARD AND PEN.

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[corroded-crown.livejournal.com]

Pollution glanced around at the room, with it's scattered equipment. "It would certianlly be... less modern," He replied, lovingly petting the box the laptop was in, as it sent out (never mind it wasn't even on)computer virius around the world. Alarms sounded, phone lines were crossed, and somwhere in a small artic post up north was sending a furious message by morse code. Something about an oil tanker who's computer navagation systems had just failed. Pollution really did try. "Easier to use... but much less impressive."

[murder-a-curry.livejournal.com]

YES, I SUPPOSE NOT. replied Death, watching the younger horseperson thoughtfully. Pollution was certainly dedicated. He respected that.

THOUGH I ADMIT I AM STILL NOT AT ALL SURE ALL THIS... he gestured at the equipment, confounded, IS STRICTLY NECESSARY.

He held up the camera lense and stared into it.

TELL ME. WHAT DOES THIS ONE DO AGAIN?

[corroded-crown.livejournal.com]

"Um, it records things? Like images. So you can record the people you're interviewing and then look at it later. There's the play button," Pollution said, pointing towards the button. "You push it again to stop recording." He was trying to be as helpful as he could. And anyway, the sooner DEATH got it out of his system, the better.

[demon-mictain.livejournal.com]

Mictain didn't know why exactly he had wandered into the basement. As soon as he saw the arrangements there, however, he became interested. Who cared if there were two Horsepeople around -- he could handle them. He wanted to know what they were doing, and he would never discover that if he fled or something.

"What the Hell is going on here?" he thus asked, stepping further into the room.