[Network] @hotstud_xxx; video | Day 52, evening [open]

[rubikscomplex]

[The video feed will show the inside of a tool shed where a small, flying robot is moving around in the dim light cast by the tablet.]

Hey, Trinity! Wibblelips! Look what I found. It flies, it screams, it's alive. It also happens to be the reason I'm stuck in a shed for the night. Now, I got a screwdriver.

[The screwdriver is held up into view in a pink-gloved hand.]

And I got a hammer.

[The screwdriver is set down and the hammer is picked up to show.]

It's a hammer of justice. It's a hammer of warning. And it's going to be the hammer I take to that freaking thing unless you tell me how to get it to stop screaming in my face. Hiro, you needed some robot parts, right? Might be able to get you some.

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[luckystarlimit]

What gave me away?

But no, no fur. Which is too bad because I bet that would help in a place like this.

[rubikscomplex]

The little tildes. Unless you're Spanish or seriously camp. But girl seemed a safer bet.

And hey, you could always grow out your hair and wrap that around yourself like a scarf. Just remember that shaving is not your friend here, either.

[luckystarlimit]

I wasn't aware punctuation could say so much.

Yeah, kinda got that with the whole dumped in the middle of nowhere thing. And maybe I won't report on how the hair-scarf project goes. People might try to come take it away.

[rubikscomplex]

Clearly, you've never read Eats, Shoots, and Leaves. Punctuation says everything.

And aww... c'mon, Catsuit! [You are now graced with a new +1 Nickname, Cissnei.] Not all of us can grow our hair out in luscious locks. Think of it like Locks for Love. You'll be helping a poor, short-haired bastard with every inch you donate.

[luckystarlimit]

[Catsuit. Well, that's still not the worst nickname she's heard, so she'll take it.]

So what, you want me to grow scarves for everyone? I don't think my hair grows that fast.

[rubikscomplex]

Well, chop, chop! Get on it, girl. We can at least have a few before you get murdered by the monsters. Unless you're planning on being stingy or something.

[luckystarlimit]

Considering how quick you are to kill me off once you've got my hair, I'm thinking it's in my best interests to take my time with it.

[rubikscomplex]

Hey, I'm not killing you off, it's the monsters. Blame them. They're anti-hair-inspired fashion. It's just too bad I dropped my fashion mag. I could've checked if that was in this year. And there was this great quiz. You should talk to Helmethead about it. We went through all the questions. He's destined to be a model.

[This is the riveting entertainment you've been missing out on, Cissnei. Truly, life must be incomplete.]

[luckystarlimit]

Helmethead?

Anyway, at least if I find any magazines around here I know what to do with them. Wouldn't want you missing out on any other such insightful quizzes.

[rubikscomplex]

Kain, Kyle, Kevin. Whatever he's going by now. @standardissue's his handle. And you should definitely bring me any magazines. This place doesn't have cable, I'm missing out on General Hospital, and I can't even keep up with the latest celeb gossip on Buzzfeed. Norfinbury gets a negative ten on my vacationing experience.

[luckystarlimit]

[Oh. Oh well don't mind Cissnei casually glossing over the mention of their mutual acquaintance in favour of topics that don't have her tearing her hair out right now.]

I'm sure they're taking your complaints on board even as we speak.

But sure, if I find anything that could qualify as entertaining then I'll let you know. Unless it's copies of LOVELESS, because those are getting used for burning and nothing else.

[That's what passes for entertainment on Gaia. Cissnei does not appreciate it.]

[rubikscomplex]

They better. I'm thinking of writing a very tersely-worded letter to the tourism board about their brochure. I was promised snow fun and sun, the northern lights, actual cooked food...

[There's a mock-tsking.]

Never trust a brochure from 50 years in the future, Catsuit. All lies. You've got me curious on this LOVELESS thing, though. Erotic novella series that just isn't doing it for you anymore?

[luckystarlimit]

At least you got a brochure. Even if it was very...generous in its descriptions.

And honestly? Worse than that. At least if it was erotic it might actually manage to be interesting.

[rubikscomplex]

You're being a serious tease. C'mon! What's it about? Is it a vampire romance?

[luckystarlimit]

I don't think so? Though honestly, the whole thing's so pretentious that it's hard to tell what it's really about.

Guess that's why some people are so committed to studying something that really should be left forgotten.

[rubikscomplex]

Well, with a name like 'Loveless.' So what kinds of books are you into? I like my potential fellow mobsters well-read.

[luckystarlimit]

I like a little of everything really. Though it's not often I have time to read for myself with the amount I often have to do for work.

[rubikscomplex]

paperwork with the mob?
aren't you guys supposed to leave that to the cops?

[He'll keep calling her a mobster until he's corrected... in the hopes that she'll correct him.]

[luckystarlimit]

[Too bad for him she knows how to dance around things like this.]

Some things need to stay internal. Plus, you know. Research is a thing.

[rubikscomplex]

paper trails still seems like a bad idea
what are you researching, though?
hits?

[luckystarlimit]

That would be telling.

All I'll say is, it's no good gathering information if you can't then protect it.

[rubikscomplex]

what's your weapon of choice, then?
are you a hacker or a slasher when it comes to keeping info safe?

[luckystarlimit]

Whatever I need to be, but if I can I prefer to tackle things from a distance.

[rubikscomplex]

brute force is pretty hot
what do you do with a guy once you've got him?
give him a pair of cement shoes and drop him off in the nearest river?

[luckystarlimit]

Nope. I prefer to be a little more direct than that. Enough to know the job is done, at least.

[Because while underwater materia exists, dropping someone in a river is no sure bet.]