Network [Computer]

[comparative_insanity]

[Looks like someone typed the number into the address bar on his browser, if the webcam-angle is anything to judge by. Well, to anyone who is using a medium that allows pictures that is. Enjoy a young man who might be described as a pretty-boy save for the five-o-clock shadow and the smudged eyeliner making him look a bit both hollow-cheeked and hollow-eyed. In the case of voice mediums there's only his voice, light and a bit feminine, with a definite southern drawl. Or there's just a really rambly line of text.]

So I'm, uhm... still not sure this ain't some kind of weird April 1st hoax. Or I'm actually tripping. I've hear that if you go too heavy on the stuff, you can like... get weird trips even when you've not taken nothing, is that true? Might explain that weird pink light I saw,

Anyway, I don't know worth crap about computers, but I just looked my number up on one, and now I can see everything. Like, everything everyone else that's used the number've done? And like- like, it looks like people've been writing - for real writing, I mean, by hand - and it still ends up here? Not sure how that even works.

I wouldn't believe it at all except my TV talked to me, so... you know...

[He trails off, and then grimaces and appears to close the browser window.]

Comments

[struckout]

Are you an LCU student?

[ She's... she's just trying to figure this out, okay? She thinks someone's hacking into wireless devices there and-- never mind the weird bits he already mentioned about writing and the talking TV. ]

[comparative_insanity]

[Oh, hey a text window.]

haha noooo not even close im a bartender and exotic dancer actully
the closest i get to uni students is knowing that they dont tip well

[struckout]

[ Oh hey a-- what?

..... ]

Are you near the campus now, though?

[ JUST KEEPING HER COOL, NBD. ]

[comparative_insanity]

[Keeping it cool like a boss there.]

i dont know never bin there but
i dont think so im in my flat its downtown

[struckout]

[ Well, that's kind of a hit to her theory, but not enough to kill it entirely. She spends a little bit of time thinking distractedly, before remembering to reply at all. ]

It's probably just some hackers messing around for a laugh.

[ Or so she's trying to tell herself. Deep down, it's kind of hard to believe, as reasonable as the words look on her screen. ]

[comparative_insanity]

[He stares at that for a while. For all that he knows shit-all about computers, and has been fed with Hollywood's "hackers can do anything" bs all of his life, he still can't quite bring himself to believe that.]

rite so they hacked into my tv too
and an old mans fax mashine
and peoples notebooks and paper and stuff
pretty good hackers

[struckout]

[ Nobody said it was a perfect theory...! Defeated without conceding points she's not willing to at the moment, however, she doesn't reply. This is getting far too uncomfortable for her tastes. ]