[log] Event: HACKERQUEST!! [open]

[phaseshifter]

Characters: Angel, Rhys, anyone who wants to create a distraction and STICK IT TO THE MAN
Location: Various
Date: Night 105
Summary: Norfinbuddies cause chaos to distract @admin while Rhys hacks into the network again. If your character is creating a distraction, please make a thread for it!
Warnings: Self-harm is guaranteed since some people are creating their own medical emergencies, will edit for anything else. Please note any warnings in your subject lines as they come up!



[ Weeks of vague whispery plans have finally come to a head. Shortly before lockdown - with enough time for people to jam their tablets in doorways should they wish, for example - a message from @guardian shows up on the network. ]

Go go go!! (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و

[ Looks like it's time to eff things up, Norfinbury. ]

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[headjacked]

[ This is it, this is it, Round II: Electric Booglaoo, now with a majorly increased chance of his head getting fried. Or blowing up. He's not sure which he'd prefer, really, if forced to choose between the two.

But hell, maybe this'll work. Maybe he'll do something here today. He casts one more look around the room for... moral support, or. Or something. Damn, he wishes Dumpy were here.

Rhys is glad metal fingers can't sweat as he jams the MacGuyver'd ID drive into his port. He might be screaming a little (a lot) as he does so. The blue data ghost next to him is covering his ears and gritting his holographic teeth. Jack briefly hopes Rhys' head explodes, if only to save him from the noise. ]

[snowblindmods]

[The world, for an instant, seems to be on fire. There's no need for a firewall to be to literal, of course, so it's only a ghost of a sensation before it falls to something more real: a box that needs to be pierced through.

Something is watching.]

[headjacked]

[ There's a certain calmness settling in as Rhys and Jack do their thing. Even when Rhys becomes vaguely cognizant of a presence.

There is no real hesitation save for a brief look exchanged between Rhys and the AI before they launch a unified attack. ]

@totheark; i dont know what header to put here. text?

[0thingsonmymind]

*Brian will be requesting his medical records from @admin. Then Jade's. Then Tim's. Then Jay's....basically he's going through every userid he remembers (even dead people) and requesting their medical records.*

[snowblindmods]

@ADMIN will return TOO MANY REQUESTS errors for a time, but eventually will stop responding at all.

[0thingsonmymind]

*He'll stop shortly after she stops responding. And won't do anything else to add to the chaos.*

[rubikscomplex]

[ It's just before lockdown when House goes to open the door and wait for the hour to come. Whatever the emotion in the room, however Quark feels, he still tells the kid to help everyone else. This is something that may well net all of them a win; it isn't about how he feels about House.

When the lockdown goes and the doors slam shut, House's tablet is waiting in the way to be broken open along with Quark's. ]

[snowblindmods]

[The tablets crack open, and microchips fall out and scatter. The clipped voice of the administrator comes on over some unseen speaker.]

Those chips have been counted and all will be collected. Please do not try to gather them up.

[powersouls]

[Cloud and Tifa are working together on this, with Cloud wedging his tablet in the door before lockdown so that it breaks. He'll be gathering up whatever broken pieces he can and handing some off to Tifa. Both of them will try to hold on to these but will definitely not be swallowing them (thanks for the lesson, Angel), and Tifa will be using her tablet to harass the Admin. She'll be sending multiple messages, asking everything from how to find another tablet to ridiculously long winded math word problems. After she and Cloud can't think of anything else stupid to ask, they'll start requesting their medical records repeatedly.]

[snowblindmods]

[The tablet cracks open, and microchips fall out and scatter. The clipped voice of the administrator comes on over some unseen speaker.]

Those chips have been counted and all will be collected. Please do not try to gather them up.

[When they do, in fact, begin to gather them up, the voice speaks up again.]

Please stop.

[@ADMIN will not respond to most of their messages. The medical record requests return TOO MANY REQUESTS errors for a time, before @ADMIN stops responding to those requests as well.]

[brokethefirst]

[CONTACTING @ADMIN:

Without much hesitation, Luna formally starts requesting for her medical records, as well as the medical records of Alphonse Elric, Jack White, and America for the sake of "medical emergency."

Regardless of the answer, she will then request medical aid "for heavily damaged Artificial Biological Tissue of the hands and face. Excessive ABT bleeding present and will pose a high risk to patient integrity if not addressed."

If this does not earn a response, DESPITE ANY PROTEST FROM CLAYTON, she may resort to removing more of the destroyed tissue (and possibly some of the still functioning, if there is still not an adequate response) from her hands before repeating the request as much as she can.]

[snowblindmods]

[She will receive TOO MANY REQUESTS errors for the requests for medical records. @ADMIN will not act to heal until the injuries are great enough to represent potential immediate loss of life--but once she reaches that point, she will fall paralyzed, feel no pain (but still feel sensation), and be able to watch the skin grow back over her metal skeleton just like real flesh would. She will remain paralyzed for fifteen minutes.]

[silverfuller]

[Haurchefant sighs as he steps out of the storm and into shelter. This is not a good night for doing his exercises out doors.

When Angel's message comes he blinks and sets his tablet down against the door-jamb. When the lockdown bell arrives, it will be crushed... Or so he hopes.]

[snowblindmods]

[The tablet cracks open, and microchips fall out and scatter. The clipped voice of the administrator comes on over some unseen speaker.]

Those chips have been counted and all will be collected. Please do not try to gather them up.

[harlequinofhate]

[Once the message is out Joker fires off a text.

"@admin--Requesting medical records

I'd like to know my current MN poisoning levels. Please also never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you. Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye, never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

He sends variations of this request every minute for the rest of the night.]

[snowblindmods]

@ADMIN initially responds with TOO MANY REQUESTS errors, but eventually stops responding at all.

cw: self harm; blood

[ecks]

[This is likely unwise. It is also unkind.

It is also going to be painful.

Ecks sits with her back braced against the wall, most of her possessions placed far enough away that they will not be bloodied. She has bared her left leg up to the hip, boots and greaves set aside, trousers awkwardly hanging off her other leg. Before beginning, she sends @Admin a text message:

Requesting medical assistance for @Ecks. I am going to cut myself. I am going to continue cutting myself until I receive medical assistance.

Then, after carefully setting the tablet down, she goes to work with the surgical scissors on her own thigh. The first cut is unpleasant but relatively superficial. If she doesn't receive a response, however, she will cut deeper, into the artery. What she has done she (or Stein) could theoretically fix, but likely she will lose the necessary coordination more quickly than she anticipated as she suffers from the resulting blood loss.]

[snowblindmods]

[@ADMIN replies, over and over, with Stop. until Ecks finally strikes the artery. Then she falls paralyzed as the artery suddenly ceases gushing blood. There's a single burst of red blood again, as if new blood was being pumped in, before the vein knits itself up. Her leg, and all the wounds, follow suit. She will remain paralyzed for fifteen minutes.]

[majorlazer]

[After waking up and spending the day in some kind of chapel, Zach's still pretty much decided to lay low, keep things quiet - he needs to let Lil' T he's fine and make sure Kesara's okay, but. He's not about to start boasting up and down that he's alive again. He needs a moment, the whole thing was...unpleasant.

But. Then he gets Angel's message, and well. Time to play with the Admin.

It takes him a while and a few matches, but he manages finally to set a bunch of ripped up wallpaper on fire in a corner of the house he's found shelter in. Once - a solid hour later - the fire start lapping up at a wall, Zach adds some broken down furniture along with it, careful not to snuff out the fire, and stays close enough to feel the heat, his eyes closing with delight as the fire warms him up, even as he coughs up from the fumes.

Only when it's a good, solid fire that would take him much effort to put out does Zach type out a message directed to @Admin:]

requesting help, fire broke out in shelter

[He doesn't actually have much hope they'll help, but just the request should be something to distract them.]

[canyouhandlethismany]

[Leon said he had no interest in the matter since someone told him about the plan, he carefully avoided to mention the thing in front of Sheena and whenever anyone asked him if he had any plan for the night he just shook his head. Hurting himself or breaking the tablet just for the sake of doing it to let others hack the system? Ridicolous!]

Maybe one of those beds can offer us what we need to build a pickaxe...

[His comments are random, Leon spent most of the day trying to get items from the hospital without much success so it makes sense he's still pushing and trying to break things around... right? HE already mentione to Clayton he would be looking for items to build a pickaxe with, he's just proceeding with his plans.

The man stops to take a breath. It's time... even if he onl looks vaguely pensive at the moment, like he was only contmplating how to cut part of the bed and take it with him. He already opened the front of his coat as he often does when he works and moves things around, so... only time to harm himself. Why such a charade? Because he doesn't want Sheena to get involved in any way with this, not to be blamed from @Admin in case there are punishments for those partecipating in this absurd plan. See? She's doing nothing wrong!]

It's a pity the only thing I found to work with is this pair of stupid scissors, don't you agree?

[He takes them out of his bag and while turning around he 'slips', falling forward on the floor and planting the ponty end of the tool in his stomach. And even if he had been careful not to aim at the liver or other vital parts- shit, it hurts. A lot.]

Shit... [And when the scissors fall on the ground, pushed by whe blood and the contractions of his1 body muscles, the bloody spectacle commences. Medical emergency? Definitely.] Sheena, I need help. Call the Admin, please...

[ninjainviolet]

[ Sheena's doubly safe (hopefull) for two reasons: Not only had Leon not told her his plan, but no one else had approached her about this.

Really, she's not that much of a goody-two-shoes--despite what some people may think.

However, once this is over and if she finds out exactly why Leon had done this... He'll probably need emergency assistance then, too, once she's done with him. ]

Why are you trying to make a pick-axe? Gonna see if that works on some of the doors we can't--

[ Her words are cut off by her trying to catch him as he falls because...scissors...but she's too late, and her expression quickly turns to on of concern as she kneels beside him. ]

Leon..?

[ She gently turns him over and sees immediately why he needs the ADMIN's help. Before doing what he asks, she reaches into her pack for her towel to place over the injury. ]

Hold on. It'll be okay.

[ And she sends a text to ADMIN. ]

Requesting medical assistance for @Griever, Leon. Stab wound to stomach.

[ She just hopes she has better luck then when she requested her medical records. ]

[circumsutus]

[Stein requests medical records. His own, Ecks', Clayton's, House's, any name he can think of, over and over again.
@Admin, requesting medical records for user @dissect
@Admin, requesting medical records for user @Ecks
@Admin, requesting medical records for user @hotstud_xxx

When that proves fruitless, he shucks off layers of clothing, and takes that (dull, by now) knife to his side. A thin slice at first, nothing he can't ignore. @Admin, requesting medical assistance. Regardless of her response, he goes back over the wound with the knife, one slice, one request. Over and over until something changes.]

[heavensreader]

[The message comes at a very bad time, or a very good one depending on your perspective - Kesara has been itching to break something all day.

Ever since regaining full consciousness, ever since her thoughts cleared and cohered again two days after her injury, and she learned what had happened to Zach and to Handsome Jack, her mind had been set on destruction. Zach really was dead this time, and she'd been out cold what it happened, through her own stupid fault. And Jack was dead too. Terezi had seen to that. And she ought to be grateful to the troll, but instead she was simmering in mounting anger and shame. Zach was her friend, and he'd died and been avenged. She ought to have been awake for something.

Kesara isn't violent by nature. She'd been quiet and subdued all day, trailing behind the trolls nursing a still-pounding headache, spinning in her own little circles. But now she has such a crystal-clear direction for everything that crowds in her belly and throat. Without waiting for Terezi or Vriska to act, she stands up and retrieves her tablet. Alexander. She holds it up and talks to it as she walks to the nearest door:]

I'm sorry, Alexander. You've been a good help. But sometimes we have to make sacrifices.

[She raises the tablet and swings it wildly to slam against the doorway, screen-first. That's not how you're meant to do it, she knows, but she still hopes for at least a satisfying cracking sound.]

[fairygodtroll]

[ Ahhh. Vriska knows the allure of breaking things when you're stressed or upset or frustrated or feeling especially helpless. Or just bored. She may have been a little bit addicted to it at one point. Maybe. Kinda.

Kesara is doing it wrong, though, so Vriska sighs her most theatrical of sighs and grabs her spear. She's got this. ]

You're gonna have to do better than that, god. Here! Catch.

[ She lifts her arm to hurl the spear in Kesara's direction before realising what a spectacularly bad idea that is and wandering over with it instead. God, the things she does for you people. Guh. ]

[starsandtights]

[Steve checks the time on his tablet.]

Looks like it's about that time. ...Well, here goes nothing. What could possibly go wrong, right?

[Has anything ever been said with a drier tone of voice or with more wry irony? The world may never know. But it seems unlikely.

Steve sets his tablet on the ground against the doorjamb where it will be in the way of the door closing at lockdown.

Peggy is with him; at the appointed time she will request her medical records.]