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rekindleme2014-07-11 12:58 pm
strikeachord) wrote in rekindleme2014-07-11 12:58 pm
Technology sure is a thing, ain't it? [OPEN]
Who: Rocketbilly and you!
Where: Building 1's first floor media centre
When: 11 July, afternoon
Summary: Billy is not technologically inclined; his guitar is as fancy as he gets. But turns out he's not exactly a dab hand with the network terminals. Any good musician knows you need practise to get the hang of a thing, though, and there's a lot of gadgetry in the media centre for the work.
Warnings: Billy likes to flirt with the ladies. Otherwise, nothing to worry about!
Billy has known about the network for a while. He'd even love to use it! But every time he sits in front of one of the terminals in his apartment building, he just sort of fumbles for a few minutes before giving up. Spike and Mika were the gearheads he relied on back home, in no small part because who can work a computer without solid hands?
But here he is, alive and with the opportunity, and… and he's more than a little stumped. He's very stumped. Grandma never had one of these things. And… well, he didn't last long enough once he hit the city to learn there.
For once going without his guitar – it's… weird to not have to have it with him constantly any more and he feels kinda naked, really – he decides to knuckle down and go nosing about the media centre in building one. Maybe if he just futzes around long enough, he can hammer out the basics. Or maybe he'll get lucky and there'll be a cute girl hanging around to show him the ropes. Of course, he's not going to look all that charming as he peers in carefully through just enough of an open door to get his hair through without messing it up. A bunch of screens and computers are way more intimidating than even the ugliest bar crowd he's ever faced down.
Where: Building 1's first floor media centre
When: 11 July, afternoon
Summary: Billy is not technologically inclined; his guitar is as fancy as he gets. But turns out he's not exactly a dab hand with the network terminals. Any good musician knows you need practise to get the hang of a thing, though, and there's a lot of gadgetry in the media centre for the work.
Warnings: Billy likes to flirt with the ladies. Otherwise, nothing to worry about!
Billy has known about the network for a while. He'd even love to use it! But every time he sits in front of one of the terminals in his apartment building, he just sort of fumbles for a few minutes before giving up. Spike and Mika were the gearheads he relied on back home, in no small part because who can work a computer without solid hands?
But here he is, alive and with the opportunity, and… and he's more than a little stumped. He's very stumped. Grandma never had one of these things. And… well, he didn't last long enough once he hit the city to learn there.
For once going without his guitar – it's… weird to not have to have it with him constantly any more and he feels kinda naked, really – he decides to knuckle down and go nosing about the media centre in building one. Maybe if he just futzes around long enough, he can hammer out the basics. Or maybe he'll get lucky and there'll be a cute girl hanging around to show him the ropes. Of course, he's not going to look all that charming as he peers in carefully through just enough of an open door to get his hair through without messing it up. A bunch of screens and computers are way more intimidating than even the ugliest bar crowd he's ever faced down.
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Pressing closer, Shura reached out and touched the Network icon. Immediately, a page opened with all the topics of the network on a horizontal timeline. "It's sorted from most recent on the left to older stuff on the right. You can scroll by sweeping." Which she did, to show Billy what she meant by sweeping.
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"Oh," he says lamely. "I… didn't know they did that."
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"But yeah, the keyboard is mostly for text post." She sweeps back to the beginning of the timeline. "You touch a post to read, listen or watch it. You can touch a corner arrow to reply to the post itself, or to reply to someone in particular, in the format you want. If you touch this symbol here when replying," she did so, "you get filtering options and the possibility to post anonymously."
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Man, this network stuff has a lot of options. He mimics Shura's movements on the desktop beside the keyboard as he follows with his eyes.