[Video Post][A flicker, a blink. It takes a second for the image to clear. There's a thumb in the way as the device is set down on a table. It's evening, or so the soft light might suggest. Another rough and run-down place at the edge of town. It's not even a room: it's more like a porch in the background. Rough-hewn posts holding up a sagging roof, a handful of benches, a handful of tables, a dirt floor, a few strange characters sittng nearby--most with cups and tumblers and glasses. There's sunset light in the background, but sunset light as seen from the east, where the dark comes in first. It's quiet, at first--maybe the sound of a fly buzzing through.
But right in the midst of it, right in the view of the camera, is Our Man. He's leaning and slouching on one of those benches that seem to have been polished by use. He's holding something--a large, white sheet of paper. He's studying it, considering it. After a moment, it becomes clear that it's one of the posters that have been popping up all over town.
He considers it a moment more, and then, quite deliberately, addresses the camera of the Network device:]Something like this...
[He glances at the poster, then back to the devices] ...makes you wonder what the bosses of this town might think.
[He scratches idly at the side of his face and contemplates it a moment longer. After a moment:]Makes you wonder, too...how much it might be worth to them to get rid of whoever put these things up.
[A smile, then, of course. Sly--cunning even. He's said his piece. He's as good as hung his shingle out. He gives the poster one last glance, and the same glance to the Network device...
And then he reaches out to cover the lens with his fingers and again and cut the feed, driving the whole thing down into the dark in a--][//video post ends][ooc: Alas, Cowboy, I don't think the Deities are going to hire you for your services. But one can always dream.]
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