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[slavophile]

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𝚄𝙽: 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙴𝙽 — ̶̛̦͈̟̯͇́̃͗̆͢UN: ➶̳̿͟͞
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misfire; text; un: overwatch.

[girlwednesday]

[ no text, just a photo. ]

un: queen

[slavophile]

I thought we were practicing boundaries.

[girlwednesday]

What?

[slavophile]

Not that I haven't seen a middle finger before. Not even blurred, even. Did I do something? Is this because I asked you for advice on my two marriages?

[girlwednesday]

What?

[W H A T.

... of all the photos, it's that one that sends a gut punch to her. they'd given her exact device back to her, which means that photo is still on it. she remembers taking it and why she'd sent it originally. ]

That wasn't for you. Ignore it.

[slavophile]

( it's about, two, three minutes before she gets a message back. )

Something's interrupting and rerouting messages.

[girlwednesday]

[ she's discovered that, too. ]

It's not the first time.

Misfire; Text; Un: CptManes SOS

[thenewnormal]

Link to network post

I need a hand trying to scrub this. It's...resisting me.

[ It keeps duplicating. Without seeming to come from anyone or anything. So he can't even blame asshole humans being dicks for murderporn. ]

encrypted | un: G̯̯̩̙͆ͣ͟R̛̦̦̝̤͌̏͜͟͜A̳̳̹̟̋ͣ͌ΙY̧̬̬͇̖̳̏͌͞ H͇͇̹͊ͪ

[slavophile]

Most posts to the network, it's like they're locked in once they're uploaded. There's no underlying code to bypass or rewrite, not to scrub something from the system.

[thenewnormal]

Shit. Sorry, network's being buggy. Didn't mean for this to go to you. Still. You're not wrong. I still have to try. He's a friend. Was a friend. Complicated.

[slavophile]

Everything here is. It looks like the system's going haywire because of a DDOS attack.

[thenewnormal]

Looks like being the operative words. This doesn't seem to function the way a normal network does. Or maybe I've just been here too long.

[ Or both. ]

[slavophile]

Maybe you have but you're right about it being more sophisticated. I can hack into a conversation easy, but any real infrastructure to find real answers, or even to game the system, it's not easy. And I'm usually easy.

With it. I'm good at it. What's your name? Maybe we should work together. Since you accidentally got me, anyway.

for queen! | un: andrews — not a misfire but he can assume it is 😇

[overarches]

( he’s condemned to sending thirst traps the old fashioned way as opposed to dropping it on snapchat. he’s not wearing anything besides basketball shorts and some white handwraps. it’s past ten pm at least. )

wyd?

encrypted

[slavophile]

( well, messages are going haywire right now, aren't they? does archie regret what they did? they'd laid there, falling asleep on the couch. the leaving was even polite, if bashful. does he want to do it again? )

Trying to find the root cause of the messages rerouting. It looks like a DDOS attack.

What are you doing?

encrypted

[overarches]

burning off some energy

( he’s sweaty and gross but he’ll send him a mirror selfie anyway. only archie would suspend a punching bag in assigned housing. )

that’s nerd speak for what?

[slavophile]

( wow, you know how to make a guy's mouth dry, archie. )

supplement energy?

it means it's a cyber attack on something, and that attack is fucking with messages.

did you put up a punching bag?

[overarches]

i’m starting to wonder why it is that money is so important but i’m more than halfway there. quitting now feels like i suffered for nothing.

( that made some amount of sense, but he has the one track mind. )

can you fix it?

i had to do something.

[slavophile]

suffered past tense? still in control?

can I fix your energy burn or the messed with messages? unfortunately, the messages are above my skillset.

( voice ) — for queen

[caputium]

( he's whiteknuckling the device in his hand, pacing. it would be for the best if william left with felicity — and he knows, he knows how it ends, okay? wishing them a life tucked safely away from him; it doesn't function, it doesn't exist. but he's not hoping william's gone, he's hoping please pick up as he repeats it under his breath. )

( voice )

[slavophile]

( william did not leave with felicity. william took a long nap. almost a month long. as he wipes his eyes, having pushed himself up to a sitting position. through his bleariness, he hears the vibration from his phone. his eyes still can't focus as he draws the phone close. )

This is William.

[caputium]

( he can exhale. he's okay, he's with his phone. if he was home, it would have kept ringing or pinged a disconnected recording. )

William? ( swallow the panic, internalize. if he could bite down, he'd catch the uptick in pitch at the end of his name, plainly exposing his fear. )

It's ( your dad, he can't say. ) Oliver. Where are you?

[slavophile]

( rubbing one eye, relief floods as he pulls the phone down, still unable to read through the haze of exhaustion before bringing it back up to his ear. )

Um. I'm in my apartment. It's - ( he sighs, stifling a yawn. ) I guess I was tired, I... what time is it?

[caputium]

( being intimately familiar with coming to with a surge of adrenaline, oliver's ahead of the curve. he has a lead on william of a couple of hours, enough time to grapple with waking up in the down sans felicity and finding that the restrictions are more stifling than before. )

It's May. ( he cuts to the chase. ) I woke up a few hours before you and things aren't as we left them.

[slavophile]

It's - ( May? ) How did we - what's - you were asleep too? May?

( Well, he did learn that surge of adrenaline from his father, so excuse him if he fiddles for a second to put his father on speakerphone as he retrieves his modified tablet to try and -- suss out anything. it will take a few minutes for his eyesight to not go in and out of blurriness, but he damned well will try. )