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undergrounds2016-10-15 05:04 pm
catphishing) wrote in undergrounds2016-10-15 05:04 pm
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[OPEN] October Post
Redbright Institute
Open to Redbright affiliates.
[Oliver is getting settled into his new role now. He can often be seen out and about, fixing computers, phones, or whatever else might need doing. It's often basic stuff. Not too different from his last job in the end besides the kinds of people he's working around. Turns out the supernatural are just as prone to not realizing their printer isn't plugged in as anyone else.
He tries to make small talk with other staff members where he can, but he's a little awkward about it. Definitely still an outsider, and not just because he's a standard human. Much of the time he's not working on projects he's in his office, typing at his computer but more than available if anyone should come knocking.]
Some Bar Somewhere
OTA, Friday evenings.
[After a week of work it's nice kick back and relax with a beer or two. He stands at the bar, tending to keep to himself at first, though he's responsive to small talk.
It's later on when he's a little more tipsy he's less capable of that. A little more likely to bump into someone followed by a stuttered apology. He can be found outside too, attempting to clear his head, but maybe wincing a little at the smoke of cigarettes inevitably lit near the door.]
Coffee Shop
OTA, whenever.
[Sometimes a guy's got to have coffee. He's more than capable of making his own, but he appreciates the fancy kind beyond his skill that no good barista would consider coffee anymore. Especially when there are seasonal varieties for him to enjoy.
Maybe his pumpkin spice latte is a little eye roll worthy, but hey, it tastes really good.]
Open to Redbright affiliates.
[Oliver is getting settled into his new role now. He can often be seen out and about, fixing computers, phones, or whatever else might need doing. It's often basic stuff. Not too different from his last job in the end besides the kinds of people he's working around. Turns out the supernatural are just as prone to not realizing their printer isn't plugged in as anyone else.
He tries to make small talk with other staff members where he can, but he's a little awkward about it. Definitely still an outsider, and not just because he's a standard human. Much of the time he's not working on projects he's in his office, typing at his computer but more than available if anyone should come knocking.]
Some Bar Somewhere
OTA, Friday evenings.
[After a week of work it's nice kick back and relax with a beer or two. He stands at the bar, tending to keep to himself at first, though he's responsive to small talk.
It's later on when he's a little more tipsy he's less capable of that. A little more likely to bump into someone followed by a stuttered apology. He can be found outside too, attempting to clear his head, but maybe wincing a little at the smoke of cigarettes inevitably lit near the door.]
Coffee Shop
OTA, whenever.
[Sometimes a guy's got to have coffee. He's more than capable of making his own, but he appreciates the fancy kind beyond his skill that no good barista would consider coffee anymore. Especially when there are seasonal varieties for him to enjoy.
Maybe his pumpkin spice latte is a little eye roll worthy, but hey, it tastes really good.]
Redbright Institute (Oct. 14)
Knock, knock! Are you free…
[She looks back at the nameplate on the door, choosing to address him informally.]
…Oliver? I could use some help if you are.
no subject
Yeah, I'm free. Come on in.
no subject
[Guinevere strides forward and drops two tablets onto Oliver’s desk. Both are school property, one on loan to her, the other to a student named Dylan Wright.]
Please, tell me you can fix this.
[She sounds and looks fed up in equal measure.
The tablets are infected with a very persistent virus that has locked away all but the most basic content and may have even deleted some. (Dylan’s tablet also has the kind of stuff one would expect from a teenage boy, including some hidden files that aren’t really all that hidden.) Both tablets should have been protected from attack, but this virus originated as a rather inventive bit of techno-magic, similar to the kind that was used by one of Dylan’s mates to free his tablet from school imposed controls.
There is definitely a story here, and Gwen will absolutely offer up details if necessary. Right now, though, she’s going to flop down in the chair across from Oliver while she waits to hear his verdict.]
[[ OOC: My knowledge of computer/virus stuff is rudimentary at best, which is why I’ve left everything very general. Feel free to add whatever you like. ]]
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[He picks up Dylan's tablet first.]
Mind telling me a bit about the problem?
[Maybe she won't know. He's come to expect that here, particularly among the staff who have a tendency to be older than they appear. It's worth asking though, and it will speed things up if he knows a little first.]
((ooc: Ffff, no worries. I'm not an expert either, so expect some BSing!))
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Both of them are infected with…something that’s blocking access to everything important. And I’m quite certain this was done on purpose!
[She takes a deep breath, tamping down her anger. Getting mad won’t solve the problem.]
Have you heard of that ridiculous website the students have going on, the one where they’ve been rating the members of our community based on looks? I ask because this is related to that.
[As the resident IT guy, she’s fairly certain he must know what she’s talking about. But it isn’t official school business, so it’s possible (albeit very unlikely) that it has flown below his radar.]
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[He manages to refrain from complimenting her on her ranking. By her tone she doesn't seem as though she'd appreciate that, and he can't blame her for it. Even if he hadn't fielded a number of complaints for it already he could understand why she might be upset by the site's existence. Most wouldn't be sympathetic to the twinge of jealousy he feels that he's not the type of person to end up on there.]
Don't worry. I should be able to fix both of these. I don't think it'll take too long, but if you've got other things to do you could always come back later.
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I’ll stay for a few minutes, if you don’t mind. I’m curious how much damage has been done.
[Gwen leans back in the chair, trying (and failing) to wait patiently. The full moon is almost here, which means her tolerance for nonsense like this is rapidly fading.]
Can’t the school do anything about it? [she blurts out.] The site, I mean?
*((Typing her account name in a post felt like that awkward moment when a film’s title is used in spoken dialogue (see the new “Assassin’s Creed” trailer). But the wording fit, so whatever.))