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maskormenacelogs2015-08-04 10:02 pm
bestever) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-08-04 10:02 pm
I CAN'T THINK OF ANY WITTY RELEVANT LYRICS
WHO: Residents of Heropa #003, Tachikoma, Tadashi Hamada, anybody who wants to retroactively "sign up" on this post!
WHERE:Bluebase Heropa #003.
WHEN: A variety of nebulous times after the post in question.
WHAT: Church wants to make sure that everything's running smoothly with his new robot shell. Washington thinks that inviting random people from the network to tinker with his coding is a terrible idea. Don't worry about order once the thread is started!
WARNINGS: Just for the fact that I'm not actually a computer engineer and don't know what I'm talking about. Oh, and Church's vocabulary, but that's... That's a given.
[epsilon has pretty much installed himself in the shared living space, since he doesn't have to sleep and there's no point in eating if he can't frickin taste it. so he's propped up on the couch, his heels on the coffee table and his arms crossed over his middle, optics flickering as he browses the network internally. he sends washington a ping to make sure that he's on standby, in case anything goes wrong.]
[because this is his life. there's no way it's not going to go wrong.]
WHERE:
WHEN: A variety of nebulous times after the post in question.
WHAT: Church wants to make sure that everything's running smoothly with his new robot shell. Washington thinks that inviting random people from the network to tinker with his coding is a terrible idea. Don't worry about order once the thread is started!
WARNINGS: Just for the fact that I'm not actually a computer engineer and don't know what I'm talking about. Oh, and Church's vocabulary, but that's... That's a given.
[epsilon has pretty much installed himself in the shared living space, since he doesn't have to sleep and there's no point in eating if he can't frickin taste it. so he's propped up on the couch, his heels on the coffee table and his arms crossed over his middle, optics flickering as he browses the network internally. he sends washington a ping to make sure that he's on standby, in case anything goes wrong.]
[because this is his life. there's no way it's not going to go wrong.]