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Hacked (starter for information-dealer)

information-dealer:

meet-the-ashford-twins:

Alexia sat at her computer, typing furiously.  Her virtual machine had gotten corrupted so she was trying to splice together her recent work on the damaged virtual machine with an older backup.  It wasn’t easy work.

"Alfred, can I have a coffee please?" Alexia called, getting no response.

"Alfred!  Coffee!"  Alexia shouted a bit louder, before getting up and going to make on herself, leaving the computer unattended.  One quick boiled kettle and instant coffee later Alexia walked back into the lab and dropped the coffee on the floor, scolding her leg in the process.  On the screen in front of her, a command line window was rapidly printing out lineart over and over again.  It looked like an upside down tree, drawn with ASCII text.

Seeing in the corner an open video file showing the lab, Alexia realised that not only had someone hacked her machine, they’d got to her webcam.  Slamming the monitor down so the web cam faced the desk, Alexia ran into the living room for her phone.  On its screen was the same picture, fading from dim to bright and over exposed and back again.  Someone had hacked her BlackBerry.  Wrenching the back off the device, Alexia pulled the battery and dropped it on the couch.  From the lab, Alexia could hear the sound of her printer kicking in.

Desperate times called for desperate measures.  Alexia walked to the cupboard under the stairs and pulled the cover off the fuse box.  Starting with the switch that controlled power in her bedroom, Alexia flipped each fuse so the power disconnected.  The printer fell silent the moment she reached the fuse for the lab.  Slowly walking back into the lab, Alexia went for her laptop, tucked under the desk with the leads going to her monitor and keyboard.  Disconnecting them, Alexia yanked the battery out.  As she did so, the telephone started to ring.  Picking it up, Alexia thought about calling Hunnigan.  If anyone could stop a hacking attack, Ingrid could.

          [Almost too easy… Back doors were always easy to find. Some kept a guard dog
           there, a little distraction and one could slip in unnoticed. Others though a pad lock
           would keep the nasties away but there was always a window somewhere that
           could be fished open. This one, she was one of the few that took a bit more care
           in guarding. A redundancy password program would have turned anyone else
           away, but the information under Ms. Ashford’s finger tips was crucial. Her client
           was paying good money to buy secrets. Pandora watched on as Alexia Ashford,
           the fallen tyrant herself, panicked over the webcam. She had a clean set up.
           Sterile room, even a hot zone located near the door to prevent an outbreak. She
           was still working, weaving her viral webs. A smile cracked her stoic features. ]  
     ”come now, turning the power off? that is just cheeky.”

Panic was not something Alexia was used to, but the hacking was enough to push her there.  Last time she’d been hacked, it had ended up with her best friend being shot and almost dying and Alexia almost getting killed by Veronica.

"Who is this?" Alexia asked, figuring the longer they were on the phone, the more chance of them giving away something that would identify them.  Chances were, this wasn’t ex-Umbrella.  Director Redfield had said that she’d hunted down most of Umbrella’s ex personnel.  Walking through the house, Alexia tried to find Alfred.  No sign of him upstairs, no sign of him downstairs.  Giving up, Alexia grabbed some paper off the printer, noticed the logo and turned it over.  Scribbling a note to Alfred that she was heading for Ingrid’s and not to restore power, Alexia pocketed her keys as the person on the other end kept talking.

Before she went, Alexia opened the drawer and took out her tranquilizer gun, a converted M92FS that fired small darts filled with anaesthetic.  Pocketing it and two magazines worth of ammo, Alexia slid the drawer shut.  There was no real reason for her to take the gun to Hunnigan’s, it just made Alexia feel a bit safer.  For someone to target both her computer and her phone, it wasn’t just a fishing expedition.  She was being targeted.

Hacked (starter for information-dealer)

Alexia sat at her computer, typing furiously.  Her virtual machine had gotten corrupted so she was trying to splice together her recent work on the damaged virtual machine with an older backup.  It wasn’t easy work.

"Alfred, can I have a coffee please?" Alexia called, getting no response.

"Alfred!  Coffee!"  Alexia shouted a bit louder, before getting up and going to make on herself, leaving the computer unattended.  One quick boiled kettle and instant coffee later Alexia walked back into the lab and dropped the coffee on the floor, scolding her leg in the process.  On the screen in front of her, a command line window was rapidly printing out lineart over and over again.  It looked like an upside down tree, drawn with ASCII text.

Seeing in the corner an open video file showing the lab, Alexia realised that not only had someone hacked her machine, they’d got to her webcam.  Slamming the monitor down so the web cam faced the desk, Alexia ran into the living room for her phone.  On its screen was the same picture, fading from dim to bright and over exposed and back again.  Someone had hacked her BlackBerry.  Wrenching the back off the device, Alexia pulled the battery and dropped it on the couch.  From the lab, Alexia could hear the sound of her printer kicking in.

Desperate times called for desperate measures.  Alexia walked to the cupboard under the stairs and pulled the cover off the fuse box.  Starting with the switch that controlled power in her bedroom, Alexia flipped each fuse so the power disconnected.  The printer fell silent the moment she reached the fuse for the lab.  Slowly walking back into the lab, Alexia went for her laptop, tucked under the desk with the leads going to her monitor and keyboard.  Disconnecting them, Alexia yanked the battery out.  As she did so, the telephone started to ring.  Picking it up, Alexia thought about calling Hunnigan.  If anyone could stop a hacking attack, Ingrid could.

ingridxhunnigan:

information-dealer:

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//ok, so this is a little side project i’ve been stewing on since i started RPing as hunnigan. originally i was going to have hunnigan working for umbrella/neo-umbrella but that is beating a dead horse. no one wants to go down w/ that ship. so, this is Pandora Box (yes it is an alias, what do you want from me). she has her own alternate storyline, her own look, personality, etc. they are two different people sharing a body and brain space. you ever wanted to hire a wicked queen of data, here is your chance. for rn i’m only going to do threads w/ mutuals. it is a secondary blog to this one, ha so if you send messages to pandora, i’ll think i answer them through this account. also if i follow you, i think it will follow me through this account. idk, secondary accounts are weird yo. 

anyways, yes. i suggest giving the short timeline a look over and if you are interested, look over the about and longer timeline. 

just fyi, while i have your attention, unless we’ve had a detailed thread about our muses knowing each other or if your muse is someone who works with hunnigan canonically, please don’t assume you know it is hunnigan in a sexy get-up and blonde wig. pandora will just think you are buckets of crazy and the thread will be extremely brief. 

if you have an idea you want to run or questions, plz ask me! uwu

If we roleplay:

1. Don’t apologize for being late/slow with replies.

2. Take all of the time you need. Days, weeks, months, doesn’t matter. Don’t put yourself under stress because of such pointless things.

3. Your personal life out of character along with your health are the most important. If you drop a thread/conversation/whatever, it’s alright. Just stay safe and take care.

(Source: lxuminous)

seventhashford asked:

"... a doppleganger ?"

seventhashford:

meet-the-ashford-twins:

meet-the-ashford-twins:

Alfred looked the other, well the other him over.  It wasn’t every day that you saw your doppelganger.
"Isn’t it bad luck to meet your doppelganger?  I’m sure I’ve read that somewhere."  As introductions went, that was pretty rubbish, but then Alfred didn’t think the normal "Hi, I’m Alfred, pleased to meet you" would work on what was effectively himself.

Alfred could see the suspicious look, and a worrying thought crossed his mind.  What if this was a version of himself that never went through Rockfort? What would they think if they knew?  If they asked about it, he’d be brutally honest.  No point hiding anything.  Not from himself.  But if it wasn’t mentioned, he wouldn’t bring it up.

Alfred smiled at his twin’s remark. trying to ignore the fact that his hand was getting slowly crushed.

"I try to please." Alfred joked, "It’s not everyday you meet another you."  Especially a you that seemed to be slightly younger, with better hair and sharply dressed.

Alfred struggled against the urge to roll his eyes. His other self looked even more boring than he thought : was the fact that he looked older had something to do with it ? :

"Yeah. Indeed."

The tone was neutral, even slightly weary. A polite smile played on the young man’s lips nevertheless. Suddenly a brillant idea crossed his mind :

"By any chance, do you happen to have a sister which may be, er… let’s say "of flesh and blood" ?"

At the mention of his sister, Alfred wondered whether he should just show his twin Alexia.  Though that came with the inherent risk of opening the front door to find her passed out on the couch, the floor, the stairs, on the kitchen table.  Her habit of working into the early hours had now got to the point where she often went to bed at 3am and woke up 1pm.

Another thought occurred to Alfred.  Assuming there were an infinite number of universes that each contained an Alfred Ashford, would each universe necessarily contain an Alexia Ashford?  What if the twin Alfred didn’t have a sister called Alexia?  What if he didn’t have a sister at all?  Numerous questions were buzzing around Alfred’s mind.

"I do, her name’s Alexia." Alfred answered, "She’s a twin."

seventhashford asked:

"... a doppleganger ?"

seventhashford:

meet-the-ashford-twins:

meet-the-ashford-twins:

Alfred looked the other, well the other him over.  It wasn’t every day that you saw your doppelganger.
"Isn’t it bad luck to meet your doppelganger?  I’m sure I’ve read that somewhere."  As introductions went, that was pretty rubbish, but then Alfred didn’t think the normal "Hi, I’m Alfred, pleased to meet you" would work on what was effectively himself.

Alfred smiled as his other, his twin if Alfred felt like using a term that was more equal than using other constantly, made a joke.  That was a good start.  For all Alfred knew, he could be looking at a version of himself that did not go through the insanity that was Rockfort Island.  Or it could be a version of him that made Rockfort look like Disneyworld.  No way of telling without being nosey.

"Sorry, guess seeing you reminded me of my past." Alfred said as a sort of apology.  Offering his hand, Alfred tried to put a smile on his face.  "Hopefully nothing bad will happen.  Like the universe imploding or something."  Terrible joke, but at least it was a better icebreaker than dwelling on his own past.

Alfred stared at the other with a hint of suspicion. What kind of past was he talking about… ? The young man tried to think, but he didn’t remember of having encounterd a doppleganger during his childhood -if he remembered anything at all-.

The other self might as well be out of his mind. They obviously didn’t have the same character anyway : it was perhaps nothing more than a trap, set by God knew who.

He’d have to make sure of that before he tripped on some unpleasant truth. So he reached for his new twin’s hand for the moment and shook it, almost crushing it under his grasp :

"That’s a nice sense of humour you have there, gentleman. You almost got me in stitches.”

Alfred could see the suspicious look, and a worrying thought crossed his mind.  What if this was a version of himself that never went through Rockfort? What would they think if they knew?  If they asked about it, he’d be brutally honest.  No point hiding anything.  Not from himself.  But if it wasn’t mentioned, he wouldn’t bring it up.

Alfred smiled at his twin’s remark. trying to ignore the fact that his hand was getting slowly crushed.

"I try to please." Alfred joked, "It’s not everyday you meet another you."  Especially a you that seemed to be slightly younger, with better hair and sharply dressed.

easilyenchanted:

madamebadger:

armalis:

eyeofsithis:

Ri’Zanna, my khajiit pirate.

Eh, I’m down with that.

N7 Fury. I’ll be fine.

FemShep.

I’m cool with this unless it means I have to live during the Reaper invasion, which… I would rather not, thanks.

(My dude Shep) David.
Well then… Power biotic good boy David, yeah I’ll take it.

ooc:  Gordon Freeman … FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

(Source: roxinovak)

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