video;

[wayoutsidethebox]

[She looks a bit groggy when the video turns on, though her voice doesn't seem to be bothered by it all.]

This is to the people running this place. I know you watch us, I know you have eyes on us somewhere. This collar, the stuff it does, you're only getting away with it because nobody outside of here knows but they will. You can't keep it a secret, people will find out and I'll make sure of it.

And about the nap? You can't keep me... chloroformed or whatever forever.

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Chloroformed?

[Text]

[wayoutsidethebox]

Not literally but they knocked me out because they didn't like the way I was playing on their network.

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You didn't predict that much?

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[wayoutsidethebox]

I can read but like I'm going to take their word for it. If I just thought my collar was dangerous and never tried anything, I wouldn't stand a chance.

Besides, I don't think I triggered anything in the computers. I'm really good at that stuff.

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Thank you for being our confirmation.

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[wayoutsidethebox]

Glad my hungover morning could be helpful to somebody.

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What were you using?

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[wayoutsidethebox]

To hack them? Just a computer in the lab. I don't have any of my equipment but I was going to test it.

Are you a hacker?

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[eraser_rain]

No.

Prisoners can take a job at the computer lab. One of the tasks might be monitoring users. You might have been reported.

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[wayoutsidethebox]

I'm not that easy to pick up. I can't say more than that right now. Big brother's watching.

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Even when offline. I'd be surprised if there weren't sound and visual devices in the collars.

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[wayoutsidethebox]

[That was possible.]

Do you feel like being useful? [Somehow, it seemed less playful over text.]

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I can't afford a hang-over. I have work in the mornings.

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[wayoutsidethebox]

Okay Dad but this shouldn't trigger anything. I'll explain more in person.

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[He spends a few moments frowning at his device, wondering whether she completely failed to grasp the disinterest in his last reply or whether she just doesn't care. After considering for a few minutes just ending it at that and letting her hunt him down, he resigns himself to replying.]

When and where?

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[wayoutsidethebox]

[He could have ended it there. Though she was willing to push a bit through words, but she could have gotten someone else to check rather than track him down.]

Know where the library is? We can just meet now.

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I work there.

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[wayoutsidethebox]

Of course you do. I'll see you there in a bit.

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[He at least knows what she looks like from her video; having only replied through text, the duty of recognizing her falls to him. It isn't as if the library is terribly busy; shockingly, the threat of a violent or painful death or dismemberment doesn't give many a hankering for reading about ostentatious cats or a two timing pervert in the immediate post-war period.

With a last check over the current occupants, he heads to the entrance, making sure he can keep an eye on the desk if someone goes there needing him to do anything.

He makes eye contact as soon as he sees her, indicating he'd been waiting.]

Mikami Teru. I've been waiting.

[Action]

[wayoutsidethebox]

[She moves up to him, glad she didn't even have to look.]

Skye. It was a long walk.

[Then her eyes move to his neck.] I want to check it out. Your, uh, collar. Is there a back room or something?

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[He resists the urge to physically step back, but he still makes a face seeing where her eyes are going.] You have one of your own.

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[wayoutsidethebox]

Yeah, on my neck, where I can't see it well enough. Relax, I'm not going to beat you up and take your lunch money.

[Action]

[eraser_rain]

If it has an automatic anti-tampering security feature, it'll be me who suffers.

[Action]

[wayoutsidethebox]

I'm not going to tamper, I'm just going to look at it. I'll be careful, girl scout's honor.

[Action]

[eraser_rain]

[As displeased as he looks after the first few seconds of silence, he does motion her to the documents room, where news paper slides, paper index card listings, and other older, more rarely used materials are kept. It's at least a less conspicuous location, beyond the desk, but likely still one with security cameras.]

I would be interested in what kind of poison it is that has no primary effects until it's suddenly fatal and how it streams without refilling it at any specific interval.