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[Video] hello darkness my old friend....
[Kay has decided to record this little experiment so he's able to check his progress in the future. But he turns the video into a public post by accident, hitting the wrong button and making his misery visible for everyone.
He's a bit stressed right now, you see.
The droid is sitting behind a desk, a paper in front of him with unintelligible scribbles on it, and one of the Attleton city reports next to his left hand. Everything in the Guardian's Office, all the information, files, important documentation...everything is written on paper. To Kay, those letters could pretty much just be stick figures drawn with paint at the bottom of a cave. He wasn't joking when complained to Cassian that people in this city lived in the stone age.
He is trying, Force knows he is, except the little letters make no sense and when he copies them on the paper his processor automatically switches to Aurebesh and nothing seems right.
He hunches over and grabs a pencil that immediately breaks in half. After a small sigh, Kay clenches one of the pieces. He tries to continue writing with half a pencil, only for the tip of to snap, falling and rolling on the opposite side of the room floor.
Kay stares in silence at the tip, then looks down to realize that when the thing broke, it ripped part of the paper. If Kay had eyes instead of optics, this would be the moment when people would witness his soul departing his body.
Leaving the broken pencil on the other side of the table -and next half a dozen more broken pencils-, Kay throws the paper into the nearest trash can with deadly accuracy. The paper ball would have gotten inside the trash can without issue if it wasn't because it's already filled to the brim with crumpled papers.
[ooc: guess what little thing doesn't exist in the star wars universe? Paper! And guess who never learned how handwriting works? Actually, all of the SW space folks. The Struggle™ is real and Kay wants to cry.]
He's a bit stressed right now, you see.
The droid is sitting behind a desk, a paper in front of him with unintelligible scribbles on it, and one of the Attleton city reports next to his left hand. Everything in the Guardian's Office, all the information, files, important documentation...everything is written on paper. To Kay, those letters could pretty much just be stick figures drawn with paint at the bottom of a cave. He wasn't joking when complained to Cassian that people in this city lived in the stone age.
He is trying, Force knows he is, except the little letters make no sense and when he copies them on the paper his processor automatically switches to Aurebesh and nothing seems right.
He hunches over and grabs a pencil that immediately breaks in half. After a small sigh, Kay clenches one of the pieces. He tries to continue writing with half a pencil, only for the tip of to snap, falling and rolling on the opposite side of the room floor.
Kay stares in silence at the tip, then looks down to realize that when the thing broke, it ripped part of the paper. If Kay had eyes instead of optics, this would be the moment when people would witness his soul departing his body.
Leaving the broken pencil on the other side of the table -and next half a dozen more broken pencils-, Kay throws the paper into the nearest trash can with deadly accuracy. The paper ball would have gotten inside the trash can without issue if it wasn't because it's already filled to the brim with crumpled papers.
[ooc: guess what little thing doesn't exist in the star wars universe? Paper! And guess who never learned how handwriting works? Actually, all of the SW space folks. The Struggle™ is real and Kay wants to cry.]