snowblindrpg | Player Event: Hackerquest v2.0

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Player Event: Hackerquest v2.0

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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[The other tablet holds up remarkably well, though it is broken enough that it's not working even if it isn't cracked open.]

[Wow, that was some explosion, then!

This leaves Kunsel and Jim without tablets. Will they be able to find new ones in the next building they search? Or has this whole fiasco screwed up tablet replacement?]

[They'll be able to find new ones.]

[Thank goodness for small blessings, then.

But that's for another day. Right now, Kunsel's going to have to get the others to help dig shrapnel out of his skin.]

Shit!

[ Just- shit! He'd had the worst feeling this would be a bad idea, but he'd held himself in check. Because they needed to try. Because they needed to figure more things out. Because without risk, there's no way they're getting a ticket out of there.

But his heart's up in his throat and pounding in his ears and he moves in quick from there, trying to coax Kunsel down to the floor first, even as he takes that tablet away and throws it, for that matter in the heat of the moment. ] You know, you really gotta stop shish kabobbing yourself around here!

[Pain. Kunsel knows how to deal with pain. But in those first few seconds, he almost doesn't even feel it, because shock has him staring numbly at his legs and arms where pieces of melted plastic have lodged into his skin. Enough shock that he actually needs those guiding hands to nudge him down to the floor.]

I'm...

[A blink, and oh, there's the pain now. Kunsel hisses, trying to hold it back even as he tries to pick a shard out of his hand.]

Like I. Did it on purpose?

[Never mind he'd been to stubborn to stop.]

Oh, that's a load of chocobo shit! [ He was watching, Kunsel. He knows exactly what went on, not that it matters now! No, it's got other things to worry about like- ] Lay down and don't move!

[ Never mind Kunsel's already picking at them anyway. Still, even as Zack says that, he doesn't make himself leave until he knows Kunsel's got himself situated where he wants him. And only then does he split off quick to snag his bag. He throws it over his shoulder to bring close to his companion before dropping it with a loud bang on the floor and digging through the contents of the side pocket. In seconds, he finds what he's looking for and shoves the rest aside for right then, taking to the shards with a pair of nail clippers as makeshift tweezers. Sure, it might look a bit ridiculous, but they're all beyond concerns of that- have been since eight months back or longer. He's a little more worried about getting each and every piece out of Kunsel. ]

You got anything in your pack to wrap the worst with?

[ Keep him talking. Keep him focused. Start getting some of them out while figuring out a plan. ]

[You know what? Kunsel's in just enough pain to not want to argue with Zack right now. He's just going to lay down, gritting his teeth to keep from giving Zack any more of a reason to worry.]

Still got those. Fabric scraps. In the back of my backpack.

[They'd been providing him a tiny bit of cushioning from all the other stuff he's got in there.]

Those are gonna have to work then!

[ He pulls the rest of the little ones out that pin his top to him as quickly as he possibly can without tearing them away. Then forces himself to stay up enough to lean and reach for Kunsel's pack now, dragging it across the floor and zipping it open in one swift yank. If he caught it on part of the backpack, he doesn't seem to care as he digs for said fabric scraps. ]

Well, I hope you like floral print and I don't even know what this is! Some kinda stripes!

[ Tiger stripes, actually, but he's busier making a haphazard pile of the scraps next to his friend save one. Even as he's unbuttoning his coat, he's frowning at the worst of it now- those bigger shards that are really going to hurt when he pulls them, but they have to be removed, too. Sooner the better. He eventually settles for the lowest one first, big enough that he can grip in by hand. ]

By the way, Kuns, you remember that one time when you were going after that red head-

[ And there goes that shard. Quickly, Zack's rolling up his layers. Reaching bare skin so he can apply pressure with that first scrap first. ]

[Kunsel grunts with the effort of biting back the pain, deliberately creasing his face into a scowl to try to mask what it really is.]

Thought I told you. Not to bring that up again. Threatened you if you ever did, remember?

[He knows what you're doing, Zack, and he appreciates it. Don't mind him if he tries to make the distraction go both ways.]

[ Zack huffs himself to cover the other noise trying to escape him as he leans over and grabs for the next piece. ] Yeah, threatened to what? Tell Angeal about that one time I skipped training to go out with a girl? Pretty sure we both agreed that me blowing that was punishment enough-

[ Another shard down. Another piece of fabric taken and this time stuffed into the wound instead. The open pocket of it's too big otherwise. He knows Kunsel will bleed out bad. ]

Nngh. So you're saying- I need to update my threat.

[Banter's hard to do when all your focus is bent on controlling your reaction to pain, but damned in Kunsel isn't going to try anyway. He needs this. Zack needs this. This is how they cope with these things.

(And he's grateful, so grateful to have Zack here at all, because even though he's been with his friend here for months now, he can still remember the years when Zack wasn't there.)]

No, I'm saying that we're even-

[ Another yank and there goes yet another shard- actually flying out of Zack's hand this time. Flying and clattering on the ground, but he'll worry about that later. He grabs another piece of fabric out of the pile. Shoves that against the next wound as his gaze trails over the rest of Kunsel's chest. ]

Sheesh, Kuns, I know they say ladies dig scars, but this is a little much, isn't it? You trying to compete with me or something?

[ It's a morbid tease maybe, but at least he can tease him like this. At least he can be there for him, hunched over uncomfortably as he might be, making stupid jokes and everything in between. Like they're just on another mission gone south together, picking up the pieces- or in this case, pulling them out. ]

Only... a competition... if you're still in the game.

[Somehow, Kunsel manages to crack a smile at that, though it's almost more of a grimace, even if he's baring his teeth.]

So, you... tell me. [He reaches out to grip Zack's arm for a moment.] You gonna keep getting scars, too?

[Tell me you plan to stay alive.]

[ The hand on his arm actually makes Zack freeze for a second, gaze darting that way as he almost relieves the pressure on that wound out of reflex to not hurt. But then the other shoe drops and Zack grimaces, himself. ]

..If I got anymore, you'd never be able to catch up and then it wouldn't even be a competition now, would it?

[ Not that he'd ever want Kunsel to get more. But he gets the gist of what he's saying. Enough that he's already got his hand over his. Is already squeezing him there, even as he prods: ] You gonna let me finish now?

Heh. That's what you think. All I gotta do is... find a cactuar to catch up.

[Because no one ever said his scars had to be the same size as Zack's.

But fine, fine, he'll let go of Zack again, briefly waving his hand for Zack to get back to what he'd been doing. Sooner this is over, the better for both of them.]

Okay, I'll be... good now.

[As much as he ever is.]

So, you say.. [ He says it easily enough despite the way his brow remains tense. But.. he's doing okay. He'll be okay. Zack's there to make sure of it and he knows Zell and Jim will be keeping an eye on him, too.

It's all he could hope for in all of this.

With a huff, he gets back to work. Cactuars his ass. ]

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