i'm seth gecko, motherfucker. (
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CHARACTERS: Darlene, Seth, Richie and an unfortunate NPC
WHERE: The Red Coast ( Barracks )
WHEN: Day :038
SUMMARY: kidnapping, other hijinks.
WARNINGS: likely some violence, will update as needed.
WHERE: The Red Coast ( Barracks )
WHEN: Day :038
SUMMARY: kidnapping, other hijinks.
WARNINGS: likely some violence, will update as needed.
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Nine minutes.
[A blunt reminder through their banter that the clock has started ticking, reaching up to tug his veil loose.]
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[Nine minutes. She steps in with a kind of draggy grace peculiar to Darlene. A sloucher. The shit on the table, she scans as she approaches, looking it over to see what's useful.
There's nothing that looks like a phone or a tablet or even a friggin' keyboard. Instead, there's this big boxy POS that looks like something off the set of a movie. Darlene has long pushed down the scarves swathed around her mouth. Leaves her frown all the more visible.]
What the hell, [she says, flatly.] You have got to be kidding me. What is this thing?
[Her fingers push along the side, seeking out some kind of on-switch. No need: as she touches it, the device gives a warm whir, a crackle. A crude keypad illuminates suddenly.]
Your boy loves his ham radio, I guess.
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Can you make it work?
[ Leaving the door completely isn't an option, but his attention flicks to the papers on the table. If Darlene can't get into the system the way they'd expected, they could at least get something out of this kid's papers. ]
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[Rather than getting distracted by witty banter, being the implication, but he might be feeling a little pettily offended by the idea of his skills being party tricks.]
It's not my tricks we're here for.
[There isn't a safe here for him to crack. There's tech for her to hack, and the sudden problem that's apparently presenting has him saying it more like a warning. They may only be two minutes in, but they've done enough already. They have to walk away with something.]
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[Work, not tricks. Darlene shoves aside more scarves as she leans in to get a closer look, like that's going to make much of a difference.]
This thing is straight outta the alien 70s at best. I can probably do something, but we're pretty much working analog, which means no network, and probably very little storage. Bonus: also very little security.
[That's a small bonus at best. Darlene starts punching in numbers on the keypad, watching the rest of the machine for any kind of response--a whir, a buzz, a print of paper. A machine is a machine and a button is a button and even if you're keysmashing, you can get somewhere.]
If nothing else, I say we take whatever printouts we find and do this manual. You-- [Richie, naturally] --probs can't read his mind while you're doing whatever it is you are actually doing, right.