[ When Sal turns on his video, he opens with just his hand offering a friendly wave and his view showing nothing above the neck to start, just because he's gotten used to greeting people over the network by now and tries not to...startle them? He doesn't know when someone will be startled or when they won't react at all so he plays it safe. ]
Hey, sorry you're feeling sick.
[ The view shifts up to his masked face finally. His hair is also in complete disarray, caught in the straps of his mask and sticking up every which way. He's not exactly sick sick, but this month isn't all that great for him either. But his mind is actually clear at the moment, so he doesn't pass up the chance to socialize. ]
Weirdly enough, when I washed up here I found my guitar not that far from me. [ He turns the "camera" to a red electric guitar laying flat on the bed with him, though it's an odd-looking thing in that it's covered in strange modules with green bulbs in them. ] I've had this thing since I was twelve or thirteen. My dad surprised me with it one day — which was kinda big because it's not like we had a lot of money.
[ There's a fondness to his words as he recalls the memory, along with an unmistakable sadness. He pushes past it fairly quickly though. ]
Then my buddy Todd beefed it up for me which is why it looks like something out of a sci-fi movie.
[ Well, to him it looks totally futuristic but he's a 90's guy. ]
Guess aside from that, it's been with me through a lot of times in my life, so it's pretty important. If objects could remember, it would have a lot of memories.
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Hey, sorry you're feeling sick.
[ The view shifts up to his masked face finally. His hair is also in complete disarray, caught in the straps of his mask and sticking up every which way. He's not exactly sick sick, but this month isn't all that great for him either. But his mind is actually clear at the moment, so he doesn't pass up the chance to socialize. ]
Weirdly enough, when I washed up here I found my guitar not that far from me. [ He turns the "camera" to a red electric guitar laying flat on the bed with him, though it's an odd-looking thing in that it's covered in strange modules with green bulbs in them. ] I've had this thing since I was twelve or thirteen. My dad surprised me with it one day — which was kinda big because it's not like we had a lot of money.
[ There's a fondness to his words as he recalls the memory, along with an unmistakable sadness. He pushes past it fairly quickly though. ]
Then my buddy Todd beefed it up for me which is why it looks like something out of a sci-fi movie.
[ Well, to him it looks totally futuristic but he's a 90's guy. ]
Guess aside from that, it's been with me through a lot of times in my life, so it's pretty important. If objects could remember, it would have a lot of memories.