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[liesdontfindyou]

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$kikazaru

[sumio]

[Sumio moves his reply to a direct message to CT: no need to take unnecessary risks when nothing on the other post is locking right.]

Coda tells me you're a hacker. I'm not, personally, but I own a certain device that breaks codes and unlocks secrets.

I want to see what'll happen if I use Catherine in conjuction with a hacker infiltrating the simulation. Are you up for it?

[liesdontfindyou]

[ Good choice. That's exactly the reason she suspected Coda had told him about her for, and her response is quick; she's intrigued. ]

Absolutely. I've been working at trying to get my fingers into this place ever since I got here, the most I've been able to find is that doubleneon's messages don't have a physical end-point within the simulation to trace them back to.

Anything new that might help find out more is something I'm willing to try.

[sumio]

Then let's give it a shot. I don't have enough of the technical know-how myself, so I'll need to lean on you until you've broken in all the way. Then Catherine can come in.

Anywhere you'd prefer to meet? I don't know if you need to be in a particular space to get into the simulation's backend or if you're wireless.

[liesdontfindyou]

I'm wireless; I tend to set myself up in a cafe or similar if I'm working whilst out and about. Since we can make certain code modifications from our network devices wherever we like, I've found it's possible to at least try and dig deeper from anywhere so long as you have the tools.

Naturally, making substantial progress when doing so is another matter entirely, but no progress is ever made by not trying at all.

[sumio]

Exactly. Making the attempt is better than just sitting on our hands here.

[He sends over the location of a cafe he's found that's glitched itself empty, even if the coffee's still flowing.]

I'll be waiting for you. I'm a Japanese man in a suit with a silver briefcase. (That's Catherine.)

[liesdontfindyou]

I'll be there. Brunette with a side-shave, in a leather jacket.

$senseloss, by text

[senseloss]

Help, I'm pretty sure Gil and Bugsy are trying to get me out of the house so they can fuck without disturbing me. Can I stop by?

[liesdontfindyou]

Oh no, yeah you better come escape over here and leave them to it. I’ll leave the door ajar, come right in.

[senseloss]

My hero.

When Coda shows up, they have a small backpack (large enough for their laptop and maybe a couple changes of clothes) in hand. Even though the door is ajar, they tap lightly on it before stepping inside.

"Those two are shameless."

[liesdontfindyou]

CT’s perched on the end of her mattress, on the bed furthest from the window and closest to the door. She’s in what aren’t exactly PJs, but serve as them—a pair of leggings and a big soft hoodie (brown, as most things she wears still are).

Her laptop, the clunky neon thing with an indecipherable typeface on the keys, is still sat where she was working on it. The other bed is as empty and undisturbed as ever.

“I’m happy to provide somewhere to escape their shamelessness, at least. Hey.” She greets them with that warm smile of hers they get to see more than... probably anyone in the city, actually.

[senseloss]

Coda starts setting up on the unoccupied bed, echoing that smile warmly in return, the glow in their eyes steady. "Mind if I use your bathroom to change into something comfier?"

CT's about to witness one of Coda's guilty pleasures, if so...

[liesdontfindyou]

She gestures vaguely at the bathroom door. “Yeah, go ahead. I’ve got nothing to hide in there.”

It’s light and playful. She shifts to sit with her legs tucked under her in a way that’s probably only comfortable for her, trying not to think too hard about the fact her heart’s fluttering slightly. She swears that didn’t used to happen before she knew what she was feeling, but now it’s unmistakable.

$carolina | text

[leaderboards]

I think we should talk. Preferably in person. Your terms.

[liesdontfindyou]

Yeah, I think we probably should. There's a cafe I go to that I don't think has randomly moved somewhere else since I last saw it, I can send you the location if you want to meet there.

[leaderboards]

That works for me. 30 minutes?

[ because carolina wants to get this over with, if at all possible. ]

[liesdontfindyou]

30 minutes. Sending you the location.

[ Which she does, it comes attached with the message. After that, she starts getting ready and prepares to make a move to arrive a little bit early. ]

[leaderboards]

They're both early. All things considered, Carolina isn't surprised, although she would have liked a moment to settle herself before this conversation started. But that's a luxury she neither deserves nor receives.

The years Carolina has spent between that day at Longshore and now haven't been the kindest to her. She's a little more scarred, a lot more perpetually exhausted, silver creeping into the copper of her hair, although the neat, low ponytail she has it pulled back in is as typical now as it was during the Project. Her posture, too, is the same: straight backed, shoulders rigid, always moving as if she has a purpose.

She greets her former teammate with a stiff, uncomfortable nod.

"CT. It's–" Good to see you, she almost says, as if it isn't largely her own damn fault for how many years CT has been dead. Carolina pauses, tries again. "Thank you for meeting me."

06/04

[datamods]

One of the Proxy Hotel staff comes by to deliver ONE BOOLEAN to you!

"This was left for you at the front desk a few moments ago," they say. "I'm afraid I didn't get the name of the person who left it, but they wanted to make sure it got to you." ]

delivery @ trojan

[lostintransmition]

[Mono doesn’t stick around when he drops off his gifts. Left next to CT’s laptop, not a note or a mark to speak of, is a couple of dice: two six-sided, one eight-sided, and one twenty-sided. They’re made of metal and have some considerable heft to them.]

[liesdontfindyou]

[ CT has to ask Coda to figure out for certain that the dice are a gift off Mono. Once she does, though, she decides to keep them near her laptop. Messing with them will be a nice way to keep her hands busy whilst she's thinking. ]

$BlueRules | text

[originalcopy]

I need your help.
right now
tex is glitched
she thinks she's allison

[liesdontfindyou]

[ It's a few messages in pretty quick succession. ]

wait what

oh, for fucksake

are you stuck playing along or did you put your foot in your mouth

[originalcopy]

She thinks I'm him
I can't

[liesdontfindyou]

[ Somewhere, CT is burying her head in her hands. She'd call this above her paygrade but unfortunately this is kind of exactly her paygrade. ]

Try and deescalate. Find a good reason to leave. If you can't, tell me where you are, but I can't make any promises about how quickly I can be there.

[ She could trace the messages back to his network device to get a location ping but she'd rather not do that unless she needs to. ]

[originalcopy]

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