[003] - text - forward dated to the 17th, late night

Mar. 14th, 2015 08:52 pm
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[ the time stamp on the post is evidence that Cashmere's not sleeping well. she has a few ghosts of her own, and the small glimpses she's seen are enough to bring up plenty of bad memories, stirring up too familiar nightmares. she'd rather catch something weird out of the corner of her eyes than relive their deaths in her sleep. which is why she's making weird posts about prison wine instead of sleeping. ]

I need a drink. Anyone else feel the same way?

My parents are vintners and I had some training before I won my Games. The supplies here are less than ideal but we could still make wine. If people are willing to help, I'm willing to share.

Here's what we'll need:
Fruit: lots of it. Oranges and apples should work.
Sugar.
Yeast: bread will do if no one can get their hands on any.
A plastic bag.
A towel.

Any takers?

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Mar. 12th, 2015 11:05 pm
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[ Ghost (?) children are actually pretty low on the list of concerning things, but even a distinct disinterest in the kid's health and whereabouts doesn't exempt Cage from being vaguely bothered by it. Things that don't make sense are annoying, at best, and incredibly problematic at worst.

Keeping to text is partly to avoid any tells that he's rattled; it's also because his track record with first impressions has been, thus far, super terrible. Maybe a little distance will help. ]

Living in confined spaces has a way of getting to people.

[ Getting to people, causing shared hallucinations, whichever. ]

I'm not saying I don't trust any of you to keep your calm and be decent human beings, but if the population's going to keep growing, it might be a good idea to take certain precautions.

We should think about coming up with a security system. Nothing too elaborate, just a way to check in on each other. Maybe lay down a few ground rules that we can all agree on.
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Mar. 12th, 2015 12:38 am
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( first day in a while he hasn't heard the distant crying of a distressed little girl. which is a good thing, and a good day, and thus deserving of a video post being made. )

Someone finally pick up their creepy little kid?

( for any and everyone who had the mispleasure delight of meeting him first time around, you'll notice several key things have changed about one eggsy unwin. he is no longer wearing a nice bespoke suit; no longer wearing huge-ass birth control glasses (with a bloody useless camera in them, who'd wear them anyway?); his hair is also no longer slicked in the picturesque composed swoop of the high class, and his polo collar? popped.

he also looks a little pissed off, though that might have to do more with the continuous failed attempts at locating his family than in tearful, loud little lucy.

and now he's turning to the network for help. with a side helping of sass. )

'Bout fucking time, yeah? Who leaves their kid wailing about like that for so long? ( and oooh look at this smooth transition about kids. ) If any of you lot see a baby girl in a pram screamin' her head off, you come and tell me, alright?

( so smooth. galasmooth out. )
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Mar. 8th, 2015 09:37 am
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Okay, so not like I'm not worried about the lost kid wandering around creeping people out—because I totally am—but we've got bigger problems.

[ And she wasn't sure she was going to make this PSA, but now that she's double-checked the access point list against the occupied rooms since the newbies arrived to similar results ... It bears mention. Besides—if they're spying, they probably know she's been hacking. Freedom of information is way more important than not letting the bad guys know they have that information at this point. ]

After the AC stopped freezing us out, I ran a tally. Counted occupied rooms, factored in one tablet access point per room, got a general idea of how many of us there are accessing the network. Basic, but effective. [ She hurries through this bit, like explaining herself in layman's terms is a necessary chore to build up to what she's really getting at. ] Anyway, I checked it against the list of hardware accessing the local network, and came up with an anomaly. One extra access point.

You'd think maybe I could just be missing someone, right? [ Which is hard to imagine, but had to be a possibility she accounted for. ] But I checked it again after—and we'll get to this in a second—more people showed up. Tons of new access points, but still one-up compared to occupied rooms.

[ She waits a beat for effect, then blurts out the obvious conclusion like it's gospel: ] Our transmissions are being watched.

I haven't found anything to indicate the tablets themselves are running any kind of intrusive, key-logging malware, but they don't need to if they're spying via subnetwork.

Next point: that means they have to be nearby somewhere. The whole network signal doesn't have much in the way of range. I've been trying to trace it back to an origin point, but it's been pinging around between the courtyard and the basement. So if I had to guess where we're being surveilled from ... [ She sits back, raising her hands in a gesture of boom. point made. Her hands drop and she nods definitively—announcement made. Job complete. ]

And now we can double back to totally freaking out about the fact that we've been stuck here a freaking month and Big Brother's officially started kidnapping more people in the meantime, smuggling them in without us even noticing.
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