DAY 197 | LATE MORNING | VIDEO
[ so. take #39487. not that anybody'd know. not that it matters. all that comes to the screen is a slightly tired-looking boy in the jumpsuit of a newbie, making faces at his feet as the lens flickers back on—and is it slightly more battered in its recording than most would be? well, maybe. maybe you're just imagining things. ]
Shit, this feels weird... like some kinda public service announcement or something...
[ but he laughs, low and easy—touches the back of his neck in old habit as his wry mouth curves. ]
I guess the first thing I wanna ask is—how many people're in here anyway?