how do you write a question mark
/ is not working

i'm ignoing any replys from the asshole.



[ added some time later: ]
Nevermind.

Keyboards should be more self explanitory.

How many of the people here would think of themselves as... [a temporary pause, while he considers words] ...spiritually focused?

It was a thing of happiness to be free of my order's restrictions, at first, but I find myself pining for the discipline of it all. Is anyone else feeling like that?

::Will has a slight frown on his face as he fusses with the buttons on the communicator.::

ain't never seen a typewriter like this before… hot damn but these keys are tiny…

::He blinks, before looking at a different part of the screen. In an obviously confused manner, he scowls, brow furrowing. He mouths… well, something, but unless you are exceptionally good at lipreading you likely won't pick out that he's referring to the indicator that refers to the fact he is currently in video mode.

And then his mouth drops a little in surprise.::

Ohhhh!

::With that, he snaps his mouth shut, regaining his composure, but still looking suitably impressed.::

So it's a camera too? Well, ain't that somethin'.

::You can almost see the gears turning in his mind as he puts this information together with what he was told about the device being for communication.::

Oh. I guess I been rather rude, then, since I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Staff Sergeant William F. Metzger, Second Platoon, Able Company- ::And the next part of what he's saying gets drowned out by him finally setting the netbook down with a clatter, trying to keep it propped up so it's recording him, sleeve brushing over the microphone in the process. (Not that he knows this.):: -Parachute Infrantry Regiment. United States Army, of course.

Can't say I like the sound a gettin' mixed up in another war. Makes it kind a tough to keep promises to come home all safe an' sound. Never mind I ain't quite done with the one they grabbed me from, though I guess this world is long done with it from the sounds a things. Don't suppose any a y'all would tell me how that ends? Jerries lose, right?

::By this point, he's patted down his pockets until he's found his lighter. He's leaning so the hand holding it is behind the netbook, and he is flicking it in a slow, regular rhythm.::

I guess with all a that in mind I got three questions I'd like answered sooner rather'n later, if any a you'd be so kind as to answer.

One: Now, maybe they told us this at the briefin', but I admit I was just a little distracted by everythin' else that was goin' on. So, what's the command structure like around here? Who do I gotta report into? That sort of thing. I'd be much obliged to anyone who can help with that.

Two: They still make cigarettes, right? 'Course they do; why wouldn't they. So where can I find some, since I didn't have none on me when they brought me here.

Three: How in God's name d'you work this thing? y'think they'd hand out an instruction manual can't be the only one confused here right?