Annabelle Blishwick (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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lostcarnival2017-02-13 10:41 pm
forkedroad) wrote in lostcarnival2017-02-13 10:41 pm
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Who: Annabelle and YOU!
What: WHAT IS TECHNOLOGY??
When: D55 dusk
Where: The backyard
Annabelle has been trudging around the backyard after an...interesting introduction to her eccentric roommate, which she has deemed as an overall satisfactory interaction. But there are other things to experience! And while she's walking around, kind of staring at the trailers with vague unease, because they are incredibly strange, the walky-talky thing she has tucked into her belt suddenly goes off.
She jumps, and drops it. It falls into the dirt, and she hears some chatter. She furrows her eyebrows, immediately lunging for it, and she tilts her head. Then, when she hears more voice, she tilts the device itself. She gives it a shake, looking increasingly puzzled. And agitated, actually.
So hey, if you're out and about in your neighborhood, you might find a tall, awkward girl you don't recognize standing in someone's garden, perhaps, shaking the communication device like it's a margarita-to-be. And she's caught sight of you, because she calls out, demanding and confused with the thing in her clutches, "What is this?"
What: WHAT IS TECHNOLOGY??
When: D55 dusk
Where: The backyard
Annabelle has been trudging around the backyard after an...interesting introduction to her eccentric roommate, which she has deemed as an overall satisfactory interaction. But there are other things to experience! And while she's walking around, kind of staring at the trailers with vague unease, because they are incredibly strange, the walky-talky thing she has tucked into her belt suddenly goes off.
She jumps, and drops it. It falls into the dirt, and she hears some chatter. She furrows her eyebrows, immediately lunging for it, and she tilts her head. Then, when she hears more voice, she tilts the device itself. She gives it a shake, looking increasingly puzzled. And agitated, actually.
So hey, if you're out and about in your neighborhood, you might find a tall, awkward girl you don't recognize standing in someone's garden, perhaps, shaking the communication device like it's a margarita-to-be. And she's caught sight of you, because she calls out, demanding and confused with the thing in her clutches, "What is this?"
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"They might have mentioned its function," she says thoughtfully, and the corner of her lips lift as she rolls her eyes back up to Ash. "I might? have not listened. I was very distracted."
Honestly, she doesn't remember very clearly.
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She just wanted to make that point though, because a moment later she yanked her own radio off her belt, spun it on her palm, then caught it to hold it up. "Okay, basic tutorial one-oh-one. These things can be turned on or off. Doesn't work when it's off. So always keep it on unless you have a real good reason. That's this switch." The claw on her index finger slid out of its sheath to add an extra emphasis when she tapped the power switch.