Player Event: Hackerquest v2.0

[rubikscomplex]

Characters: Anyone involved in the tablet plot. Even if you didn't sign up, you can still throw your character in!
Location: Throughout Norfinbury
Date: Night 254
Summary: A mass tablet destruction event and an attempt to hack the @ADMIN and @robertmiller accounts to get through to them after the block from Noisy White.
Warnings: Possibly incisions/surgery and mindfuckery if this is anything like the last time people tried to swallow chips from their tablets and hack the network.

[Lockdown provides an extremely convenient 'go' time for this particular event. House has contacted people through the Shadownet who could be contacted there (for some semblance of a potential surprise to whatever is watching the main network), but he's also contacted some through regular means. However they were notified, it's time. Line up your tablets with the door as lockdown ticks closer and wait for the doors to swing shut and smash the tablets.

Good luck, Snowhellions.]

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[rubikscomplex]

[House is alone once more, letting the kids get away from him in the event that all of this comes back to bite him, personally, on the ass. When lockdown rolls closer, he turns on the Eye App and flips it the bird just because that feels better. He holds it in the open door jamb, waiting for that to snap shut. If it does, he'll try to collect the chips that fall from the broken tablet and swallow a few before stuffing the rest in his pockets.]

[snowblindmods]

[A woman's voice rings through the building after the tablet cracks open:] Please leave the tablet parts where they are, we will be collecting them.

[harlequinofhate]

[The Joker is standing in the ice tunnels right outside the door of the retirement center, staring at the frozen ceiling. Somewhere up there, there's a bat. It's fluttering about with with dark wings. Black wings. The color of his own psychosis.

He's sure of it.

It can't just be in his head, can it?

He flinches slightly, fighting an urge to abandon his gear and sprint towards the hospital. There is something he's supposed to do tonight, isn't there?

Yes. Yes! The tablets!

He walks back inside and when the time comes he shoves his tablet into the door jamb and waits. If his tablet breaks, he'll collect what pieces he can and tuck them into his clothing.]

[snowblindmods]

[A woman's voice rings through the building after the tablet cracks open:] Please leave the tablet parts where they are, we will be collecting them.

[godsspeed]

[ Castiel spends the time leading up to lockdown drawing intricate, detailed patterns of lines over the doorframe and on the back of his tablet in chalk. The process is complicated somewhat by the fact that he's not sure what to ward against, but by the time he's through every applicable surface is covered in just about everything he can think of. Symbols to repel demons, ghosts, spirits, even a few angel wards. Part of him (most of him) doubts any of them will do much, but it's the best contribution that he has aside from just participating.

As he finishes the last details of the large devil's trap he's drawn in the threshold, he pulls a teacandle from his pocket and glances up at Ecks. ]

How much time is left?

[ecks]

[Not knowing how to draw all of the wards Castiel is using, Ecks began recording video while he was partway through the work. She thumbs through the settings until she can pull up the time while still taking video, image centered on Castiel's latest drawing.]

Five minutes now.

[snowblindmods]

[When the door seals for the night, the tablet cracks in half, sending bits and pieces of electronic parts flying all over the place. A woman's voice rings through the building after the tablet cracks open:] Please leave the tablet parts where they are, we will be collecting them.

[deus_ex_phs]

[Kunsel's ready and waiting for lockdown to begin, the doors slamming shut his cue to initiate the hacking plan that he and Quark have created. His fingers fly across Jim's tablet, and he's got his own set up in case he needs to communicate to anyone, or if anyone needs to talk to him.

But his objective here is to try to break through whatever is locking them away from the Admin and Robert Miller.]

@quark; text via shadownet

[averytinyparticle]

im ready to go if you are!

[And after shooting Kunsel the message, Quark preps his sparrow app, preparing to do what he can to see if there's anything that they'll be able to find with the combination of his program with the lower level filterhax in the @admin and @robertmiller accounts.

In addition, he'll be keeping an eye out for any available camera feeds for him to load into and watch. The last time he used the program, there wasn't anything available, but now that they've unlocked so much more of the town, he figures it's worth a shot.

As before, he'll be using the information that was passed onto him from Hiro Hamada. That was so long ago now that it's a good thing he took down notes to reference if he needs.]

[headjacked]

[ Trembly trepidation. That is Rhys at the appointed time, face paler than usual despite the flu flush. He's no stranger to danger and death, but this... this. This is going back down Terror Lane.

He can't. He's haunted by Becketts's relieved face, by Angel's unsaid but undoubtedly present fears. Not telling her, not him either, what does that make him?

Rhys lowers the warped drive, holds it steady for a second or two, before reversing course and jamming it into his head.

Dig deep. ]

[snowblindmods]

[Rhys is plunged into red-tinted depths. The symbol of the prophet flashes like a beacon, and a lacework of static veils whatever is sleeping deep below.]

[fanboyascended]

[ Billy isn't sure he's going to do it until a few minutes before lockdown. He knows it's not the best idea - he could be left fairly isolated, especially if something happened to Dorian - but he's never been the best at risk analysis. He can practically hear Eli whispering damn it, Kaplan as he lines the machine up with the doorframe and waits. ]

[snowblindmods]

[A woman's voice rings through the building after the tablet cracks open:] Please leave the tablet parts where they are, we will be collecting them.

[thewarningafter]

[Stephen cuts his travels short, far ahead of when he would normally find a place to stop for the night. It's a good thing, too; even using stencils it takes him a long time to paint the words he saw on posterboards in a house north of the school onto the walls on either side of the house's front door. When he's finally done he snaps pictures of his work -- on one side the wall reads "WE DON'T NEED A BABYSITTER" in blocky black letters; on the other side of the door is "WHO ARE YOU? WHO WATCHES YOU?"

When the time comes near, he wedges the tablet into the open door jamb, waiting for the door to slam shut and do its thing.]

[snowblindmods]

[A woman's voice rings through the building after the tablet cracks open:] Please leave the tablet parts where they are, we will be collecting them.

[holmesice]

[Mycroft knows this can't end well in any way, shape or form, but he's had enough of the nonsense they've been subjected to, and he goes along with House's proposal. He had been suspicious about the tablets for some time already. Why were they so important?

Well, now they were about to find out. Hopefully.

Or things were about to get much worse. But how much worse could they get? They had to do something. It was time to be proactive rather than reactive.

Mycroft places his tablet in the door, making room for another, and waited for the inevitable.]

[howdull]

[Sherlock is putting the last minute touches to his own tablet. He has the Prophet Eye app running, and he's using the side of his keys to Baker Street - useless in this town - to score the eye itself onto the screen as well.

Only then does he put it alongside Mycroft's in the door and steps back.]

We need to gather the components for examination after they've been destroyed.

[armoured]

[Honestly, Al is a little worried about this. He remembers what happened last time, the minimal answers and the fallout, but he wants to do something to try and help so he's willing to take the risk.

He's got his tablet wedged in the door of the building Sylar and he have stopped in for the night, and he's waiting for it to slam shut and break his tablet.]

I really hope this works...

[termineur]

If it doesn't, we've still got mine.

[ Sylar's crouched down near the tablet, too. He wants to see what this thing looks like on the inside, even if he's not exactly the best at electronics. If they can hold onto any of it, maybe the more computer-minded in the town might be able to do something with it. ]

keeping it vague for wiggle room on where they end up

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite is nervous as the right time approaches. He saw the post that prompted the idea and has talked out the idea with House, and made the clear argument that even if he doesn't get a replacement tablet, Karkat and the Cat will still have theirs. The benefit of trying weighs more to him than the potential loss.]

[There's still a couple minutes before lockdown hits, but he's already got it held up against where the door will hit, fingers clutched to one of the short sides. He has his leather gloves on, the ones Andersen sewed; they might offer a little defense from whatever shards might fly off.]

You ready to record, Karkat?

[snowblindmods]

[A woman's voice rings through the building after the tablet cracks open:] Please leave the tablet parts where they are, we will be collecting them.

[quadrangle]

Yeah, I'm on it.

[Karkat's task is the easy one; why wouldn't he be? He's having a hard time keeping his eyes on his own tablet, though; they keep flicking toward Davesprite and the door in clear trepidation. If the shit does hit the thresher, he has zero faith in his ability to do the professional thing and keep recording, especially if Davesprite is in danger. He has no idea if it'll come to that, but he's not feeling terribly confident all the same.]

[bookofnope]

[It is safe to say that of Beckett, Brian, and Enoch, no one is in any particular state to be challenging anything, if only mentally. But a quest is a quest. At least for the answerbros, while poor Enoch is sleeping. Brian, as usual, films, as hidden as he can be. Beckett, as usual, does the ill-advised.

Tablet: broken. Chips: snatched into pockets and mouth. Life choices: bad.]

[snowblindmods]

[A woman's voice rings through the building after the tablet cracks open:] Please leave the tablet parts where they are, we will be collecting them.

[fifty]

[Smashing tablets probably can't go too wrong. Not that it would stop America if it was going to. So he's got his tablet all set up and ready to go for lockdown, stuffed in the doorway where the door can smash it.

Okay, he did make sure Ginger and everyone else wasn't too close so as not to get shrapnel all over them. Safety?]

[jumpthegun]

[This seems like a bad idea, but John will record things for this. Just so they have... evidence? Something.]