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mental link: Find my iPhone
CHARACTERS: All
WHERE: Bearings
WHEN: DAY: 37 - morning
SUMMARY: Putting the brain network to it's truest use
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary
[ So far, every time someone has used the mental network on a mass scale it's been for a good reason. Using it at all is prying in the most intrusive way, isn't it? It should be reserved for only the most pressing matters. Information sharing, help seeking, quiet discussion to further the mission.
So it should be for an equally important reason that Aoba reaches out now, his voice oddly pleasant as ever to listen to but nervous in it's delivery. ]
I'm really sorry to reach out to you this way all of a sudden, but... uh...
Has anybody seen my datapad?
[ Well... so much for keeping the mass mental link purely professional. And this less than professional message is going out on the morning after a long night, no less. Maybe he should've checked how many hosts were still sleeping. Too late now though, he's in the middle of it. ]
It's got a sticker on the back of it that looks like-
Sorry, it's just... I've been looking for it for like a week now and using Angel's in the meantime. But she's got some locks on it and her coding is really good and-
Uh, anyway yeah, if you see it just let me know. Sorry again.
[ He leaves the connection as swiftly as he burst in, as if bowing out and away, embarrassed. He must've really lost the thing if this is how he's going about recovering it. ]
WHERE: Bearings
WHEN: DAY: 37 - morning
SUMMARY: Putting the brain network to it's truest use
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary
[ So far, every time someone has used the mental network on a mass scale it's been for a good reason. Using it at all is prying in the most intrusive way, isn't it? It should be reserved for only the most pressing matters. Information sharing, help seeking, quiet discussion to further the mission.
So it should be for an equally important reason that Aoba reaches out now, his voice oddly pleasant as ever to listen to but nervous in it's delivery. ]
I'm really sorry to reach out to you this way all of a sudden, but... uh...
Has anybody seen my datapad?
[ Well... so much for keeping the mass mental link purely professional. And this less than professional message is going out on the morning after a long night, no less. Maybe he should've checked how many hosts were still sleeping. Too late now though, he's in the middle of it. ]
It's got a sticker on the back of it that looks like-
Sorry, it's just... I've been looking for it for like a week now and using Angel's in the meantime. But she's got some locks on it and her coding is really good and-
Uh, anyway yeah, if you see it just let me know. Sorry again.
[ He leaves the connection as swiftly as he burst in, as if bowing out and away, embarrassed. He must've really lost the thing if this is how he's going about recovering it. ]
no subject
[ He sounds exasperated by now. And just to prove his point, he digs up Aoba's profile on BiO, complete with the design Blue produced for display, and sends it to him through their datapad. ]
no subject
[ Like before, he shuts the connection, exasperated. At least, he closes it as firmly as he can on a broodmate. Petre is never truly absent from his mind.
He doesn't look at what was sent over until later, when The Darkling has returned the device. When he does, he's glad to be alone. Physically anyway, because Petre is likely still privy to the shock that suddenly courses through him when he sees the profile.
That's... Ren. His Ren, in his online form, down to the last detail. He didn't build this though, he has no memory of taking the time to recreate a model this complicated. Not just the model, but the username is also familiar. Exactly what Noiz had called him- ]
BiO NAME: SLY BLUE
[ An instinctual denial kicks in. His hand swipes across the screen to delete Petre's message, moving as if on it's own but shaking all the while. ]