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snowblindrpg2016-01-08 04:45 pm
phaseshifter) wrote in snowblindrpg2016-01-08 04:45 pm
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[log] you've got a good-lookin' mainframe; day 76 [closed]
Characters: Angel and Rhys, featuring AI!Jack and Dumpy
Location: E9; Building 47
Date: Noonish, day 76
Summary: Team Bandit's tide of bad decisions washes against the shore of unfortunate consequences once again. METAPHORS!
Warnings: None, I think. Possible squick wrt putting things in headports?
[ It's taken a few days to get everything ready and organised, but Norfinbury's resident Hyperion types (except Jack, of course, because Jack sucks and has a stupid face that is dumb) are finally ready to put their latest plan into action. And oh boy, it sure is a plan.
It's also a fully joint effort, unlike the "let's break open a tablet and swallow the contents" adventure. Angel has carefully split open an SD card using her sharp shard of rubble, Rhys has threaded a connecting wire out of the casing of his empty ID drive, and now they're finishing up the careful process of shaving down the end of the wire and hooking it up to the insides of the gutted SD card. It's a very delicate job; one that employs much of Rhys' concentration and vast mechanical expertise.
And also a whole bunch of tape scraps and glittery stickers. ]
Okay. Um. You should probably sit down while we do this? In case you fall over, or... something.
[ "Something" meaning "in case a bunch of spiders start pouring out of the walls and THAT makes you fall over." But mentioning the possibility of spiders probably wouldn't be a good idea right now, huh. ]
Location: E9; Building 47
Date: Noonish, day 76
Summary: Team Bandit's tide of bad decisions washes against the shore of unfortunate consequences once again. METAPHORS!
Warnings: None, I think. Possible squick wrt putting things in headports?
[ It's taken a few days to get everything ready and organised, but Norfinbury's resident Hyperion types (except Jack, of course, because Jack sucks and has a stupid face that is dumb) are finally ready to put their latest plan into action. And oh boy, it sure is a plan.
It's also a fully joint effort, unlike the "let's break open a tablet and swallow the contents" adventure. Angel has carefully split open an SD card using her sharp shard of rubble, Rhys has threaded a connecting wire out of the casing of his empty ID drive, and now they're finishing up the careful process of shaving down the end of the wire and hooking it up to the insides of the gutted SD card. It's a very delicate job; one that employs much of Rhys' concentration and vast mechanical expertise.
And also a whole bunch of tape scraps and glittery stickers. ]
Okay. Um. You should probably sit down while we do this? In case you fall over, or... something.
[ "Something" meaning "in case a bunch of spiders start pouring out of the walls and THAT makes you fall over." But mentioning the possibility of spiders probably wouldn't be a good idea right now, huh. ]
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[ Sorry, Hypersis. Rhys simply wasn't paying attention. He's focused on the flecks of red on his cybernetic fist, lost in thought. That ain't nail polish. ]
Oh. Right, sitting. That should, uh. Probably be a thing.
[ Rhys lowers himself to the ground, face white as a sheet. Not their sheet, mind; theirs is absolutely disgusting. ]
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We don't have to do this if you aren't ready. Or if you don't want to at all. If, um - if you're too preoccupied.
[ Patpat. Pat. ]
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[ He laughs, and it's probably meant to sound confident and/or dismissive. It is neither. He looks around, first at Angel and then at the hologram standing next to her.
Jack isn't really happy about this. Minor comfort that it's not Angel's head they are messing with, but it is his head. By proxy.
Do the words "Complete cranial explosion?" mean anything to you? Just wondering." ]
Could we maybe not joke about head explosions? Please?
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Is that what he's-- dad. Stop it.
[ She gives a very stern look in the direction of Jack's knees. INVISIDADS ARE HARD. Rhys, on the other hand, gets a reassuring hug. ]
It's okay. I'll have my hand on the drive, and if it heats up or you show even a tiny sign of distress, I'll yank it out. Promise.
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Not bothering to translate that with more than an eye roll. When Rhys returns the hug, his heartbeat can be felt against Angel, jackhammering like mad. ]
Maybe wait until I start screaming. There's a good chance that I'll be a twitching mess even if nothing happens.
[ Rhys leans back and breathes deeply. Nearby, Dumpy is floating, and he does what he can to sound soothing. The scream is only, like, two seconds long and relatively low pitched. ]
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[ She takes the ID drive - now connected very securely to the SD card - and slots the card end into Rhys' tablet. It still fits, despite the wire-bearing hole in the outer end. And the stickers. ]
Working so far. So, uh. When you're ready. If you're ready.
[ She offers both the tablet and the connected ID drive with a nervous, excited little smile. Oh geez. ]
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Here we go.
Any second now.
[ "Oh my god, I'm almost hoping this puts me out of my misery."
Rhys glowers at the hologram and, after one more breath, jams the drive into his port. He's all nerves as he calls the interface on his palm up, but he settles as he launches his personal program. It's routine, it's his element. Comfort zone. ]
Here we go. Security's pretty heavy, surprising nobody.
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Angel immediately closes her hand around the drive as promised, ready to yank it out at the first sign of trouble. There's no hiding how excited she is now, though - she's practically vibrating. ]
Heavy but not insurmountable, right? Nothing that can keep you out, I'm sure.
Be careful.
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[ Much, much calmer now. Calm enough to crack a smile as he works. Jack flickers out of existence and reappears next to Rhys, crouched down and eyes trained on the display.
Rhys' face screws up in concentration and he appears momentarily hesitant. Getting into the tablet was one thing; what stands before him, however... ]
There's... a remote server.
[ "...soooo what are you waiting for, a freakin' invitation?" ]
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Angel almost lets go of the drive in her excitement. ALMOST. Holy heckie. ]
So? What are you waiting for?
[ She grins, nudging him with a shoulder. ]
A freaking invitation?
[ ur welcome rhysie ]
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[ What is he waiting for? That's actually a good question. They've come this far, haven't they? They're committed. Th -
- wait, wait, something isn't right here. RHY5-W1NZ.exe has been replaced by JA[K5-H4X.exe.
"Nobody likes a dawdler, buddy. And if we're gonna do this, we're doing it right."
Jack's launched his program before Rhys can even react. ]
- it'd be nice if you let me have choice in things! [ "Blah blah, are you gonna help or not?" Rhys is grumbling but deadsticking is not an option. And two is better than one. The tablet flashes wildly as they e-punch their way through the digital walls. ]
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[ Being blind to Jacknanigans has never been more frustrating. But the flashing on the tablet has to mean good things, right?
Her hand tenses on the ID drive anyway, ready to pull. If anything's going to go wrong then it'll be around now. Gotta be prepared. ]
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Rhys is mildly shocked. Jack is grinning; hell yeah admin just try to zap him away THIS time!! ]
I'm in.
[ It's not a hacker voice, it's a squeaky voice. ]
There's -- it's kind of hard to describe, but maybe someone on the other end...? Like --
[ 'Like we're being watched' is what he's going for. But he's cut off by the tablet he's hooked to going bazonkers, and Rhys screams, sure his head is about to pop. It's over oh god Angel is going to be covered in BRAINS ]
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None of those things merit any attention at all as far as Angel is concerned, because that's when a voice - a female voice - rings out above all the other assorted noises.
"This is the administrator. Do not do this again."
The silence that falls afterwards is the kind of silence that you assume only happens in fiction until you actually experience it firsthand. The kind of thick, tense silence that begs to be broken by only the finest and most profound of statements. ]
Holy shit.
[ Or, you know, that. ]
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(Very important priorities, as he's mumbling an annoyed but helpless language)
Rhys is gaping, though, and wide-eyed. ]
Oh my god.
She's a lady.
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[ She grabs for her tablet, drops it again with a soft 'oh, right,' and proceeds to vent her excitement in the only way possible.
By rolling around on the floor like a fucking child. ]
She spoke and she's a person and she's a lady and WE CALLED IT!!
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[ Rhys is up and doing victory laps. Teeny tiny victory laps, arms raised, whooping and hollering like he just scored the winning touchgoal.
He nearly trips over Angel and stops, hand over his stomach as he catches his breath. ]
What -- what're you doing?
[ "She's, like, deliriously happy. Haven't seen her go full-on floor roll for a long, loooong time." It's enough to make Jack stop staring at the exits and crack a smile.
Well, that looks fun and all, but Rhys would rather bring her up to his level. By scooping her up in a slightly stumbly swivel-swing, which ends in a hug. ]
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Geez, you were actually almost kinda cool back there. And- guh, we are the best team! Dad included, obviously - is - is he group hugging? We should all be group hugging.
[ It's not even a manipulation-slash-placating thing at this point. BLUE DAD DONE GOOD. HUGWORTHY-GOOD. ]
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[ "You got pretty squealy there, kiddo. Just sayin'." ]
Like, okay, maybe I had a moment of - of hesitation. A millisecond! But you saw the way I -- we destroyed that firewall like it was nothing.
[ Hugs, though. Hugs. Holograms can't hug. But holograms can possess their host's cybernetic arm. The grip shifts a little and tightens, though not alarmingly so. ]
There. Now he's group hugging. Or - or you-hugging.
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[ That's. Kind of weird. But not bad weird. Ditto voluntarily engaging in Jack-hugs in general. How many years has it been?
W e i r d.
Definitely the least horrifying way for Rhys to get armjacked, though. ]
Group hug. Not me-hug. Whether he admits it or not! It counts.