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[siesinddasessen]

About the "sniffer dogs". I understood that there seems to be no way to hide ourselves from them. But is there a way to make it so everyone in this city smells like they have a number? That should have the same effect. With so many bright heads and unique abilities in here [Totally not meant as a mocking description. Nope.], I'm sure a feat like that should be possible.

Also. I have too much time right now. [Because what are exams. She's going to drop out of school in two months since there is no way that she could graduate successfully anyway with how much school she has missed over the years. No reason to bother with studying for them. That provides her with a lot of free time. Which, altruistic do-gooder that she is, will of course be dedicated to the greater good of the network.

That is of course bs (you are absolutely free to not buy it if you know her well enough). She's only interested in encountering the person that she technically killed in person on her own terms, in a way that won't raise suspicions, and sadly that requires some larger scheming (ugh). Always in the hope that she won't be recognized... but if she is recognized, then it would at least be in a situation that she would somewhat be in control of. Provoking a meeting rather than it happening at a bad time.

Doesn't mean she won't present it as being an altruistic thing. At least somewhat.] Since I have a monthly ticket for public transportation, I could run errands for people in the safe-house, or those otherwise unable to leave their houses and go around town. Obviously I cannot do courier work for luggage that is larger than what one person could reasonably transport.

Also if you're trying to make me carry something illegal around, you should better reconsider and not even try. I've had my share of planted issues with the police for a good long while.


[Also action, over the course of the next few days.]

[Blaine will be dropping by the safe-house during the afternoons, for whatever reason the mun hopes that something will crop up okay so this is also an action post for encounters there, or encounters somewhere else in the city if some stay-at-homie commissions her services. She will quietly hate you forever wow this was not supposed to be more work than necessary, she only added that option to be inconspicuous - but she'll do the thing anyway because a. she doesn't want to blow her cover and b. something useful might come out of it. She's still working on making people indebted to her in case network-freakiness makes her need help friends.

For those in the safe-house, you can either see her come in carrying whatever, a bag or a box or a backpack, and approach her, or she can approach you and ask if someone is there.]

Comments

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[von_uberwolf]

There's actually some stuff from my apartment I haven't been able to get at since I can't exactly show up in public right now. Mainly the cleaning kit for my gun. Think you could grab that for me, since you're offering?

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[siesinddasessen]

[Well, if you don't call that a jackpot.]

I should be able to. [Even if it is sealed - though she very much hopes that it won't be.] I could come by tomorrow between noon and eight to pick up the keys for the apartment. Would that work?

[von_uberwolf]

[She hesitates. giving what is basically a total stranger the keys to her apartment doesn't really seem like a great idea.]

...Drop by, at least. We can work something out.

[siesinddasessen]

Works for me.

Around one in the afternoon tomorrow?

[von_uberwolf]

Stellar.

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[scramasax]

That would require affecting the entire city... or all of the dogs (assuming we found out how they can smell us). Wouldn't it?

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[siesinddasessen]

Correct.

I assume we would still have to find out what it is that they smell on us, but at least we wouldn't have to find a way to remove it. [And if they do it quickly enough, maybe... There might be a chance that the things that they sniffed out after the drug bust at the school will be looked at with more distrust. Maybe.]

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[dorkytracksuit]

"Thanks again for coming by so frequently." Davin remarks as she drops some emergency provisions off at the kitchen. The oven is on and warm, the smell in the kitchen not all together unpleasent though there's at least one batch of warmed something visible in the garbage.

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[siesinddasessen]

"I have the time right now." She shrugs. "Not like I'm losing anything, either." No matter how much she wants to seem like someone that deserves help in return right now, putting up an act of a 'good person' is still incredibly uncomfortable to her. Not the lying - she's not even doing any of that right now- but just the part where she sounds like she actually cares and wants the world to be a better place and all those things that sound like charity baking sales.

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[anequal]

the way they can sniff out people connected to the network makes this entire thing sound almost like an actual physical disease.

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[siesinddasessen]

A common physical alteration, at least. Something that goes beyond the things that we echo.

[She wouldn't go as far as calling it a disease, but it certainly has physical changes combined with a different smell...]

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[anequal]

[[sorry about that! i was reading another post just as i responded to this and realized it explained what the sniffers were ｍ(＿　＿;; ｍ ]]

well, if accessing to the network caused some kind of chemical change or other sci-fi magic, i wouldn't be 100% surprised i guess

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[siesinddasessen]

It'd be likelier that the chemical change is what makes us able to access it.

[She just hopes that someone actually in the field, or who otherwise has an ability to figure this out, would show up in this post. But going over the thought with another brain involved might be helpful, too.]

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[anequal]

makes sense. how would that happen, though? it doesn't sound like most of us have much in common when it comes to the pulses or anything.

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[wastingtime]

I would certainly pay you for your time, if you'd be willing to run a few grocery errands for me.

[phone typeface]

[siesinddasessen]

[Oh. Good sir, you please her.]

In what part of the city?

[She'll do it either way, but depending on where she may or may not have to be careful, which will affect when she can do it a bit.]

[wastingtime]

[well if she's doing errands she should be compensated for her time]

Near Japantown. I have a few prescriptions to pick up as well, and I'd rather not trouble my grandniece to do so.

[read; he'd rather not worry said grandniece with what he's taking]

[siesinddasessen]

Gotcha. When, where and what?

[This is not what she is doing this for, but if it is quick and gets her money... she totally won't mind this kind of cover.]

[wastingtime]

I believe the doctor said it'd be ready by the end of the week. It's some heart medication, and basic groceries. If needed for the former, I can sign you a letter granting permission.

South/Bank at three

[parkourbot]

[Say what you want about Holloway, but despite having every excuse known to man to be as flaky as possible, he is completely reliable. Besides, Ymir always provided him with work and payment in the form of a place to crash and food to eat, and he's not busy beside, so it's not like he'd just ditch her for no reason.

By the time three rolls around, he's already been waiting at the station for ten minutes, sitting on a bench and playing the same three level trial of Brickbreaker that comes with all terrible phones.]

They don't know that they are both on the network, do they?

[siesinddasessen]

[She'll be right on time, not a minute earlier or later. looking like herself and not worse for the wear than normally. All the shit that has gone down recently makes her tenser, and she is a bit more careful with not hurting herself, but that is basically it.

She'll wave at him when she spots Holloway and come over.]

Evening.

I assume not, so this should be FUN

[parkourbot]

[Holloway pockets the phone that is probably his as soon as he sees her and sits up a little straighter. He always seeks to looks slightly less well-worn around people he helps. If only to look a little more reliable. He offers a sharp nod of his head before standing up and and crossing his arms, looking the picture of relaxed.]

Sup. Where's the stuff you need to move?

[siesinddasessen]

"At home." Well, or whatever she called home for the last two-odd years. It's weird to part with it because it was the first room that she really had all to herself since she was twelve, but at the same time she never let herself grow attached to it, knowing that she'd have to leave in the not too far future.

She'll nod into the direction of the apartment house and just start walking. "We'll have to go a couple of times, things have piled up over the years." Nothing horribly nostalgic, but just a thousand necessities. And of course furniture. Parts of which belong to the place, so she'll have to buy new pieces, but parts are hers.

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[moralizes]

I wonder about that. It would be a good idea if anyone could figure out how to do that.

Too bad we can't rub our scent off on everyone else, heh.

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[siesinddasessen]

Only if it'd happen voluntarily.

Otherwise it'd be a trail for them to follow, because it'd happen to families, flatmates, colleagues and so on first.