02 | Spark

[tenminutes]

voice post; morning
I don't know how many of you saw, but Tidus and I did a pretty good job of ticking off the Warden I think. I mean, she killed us both during that event since we refused to participate. If the audience is disappointed, then they aren't going to make their money. Sometimes a non-violent protest against violence is hard, but if more people start participating, it won't be easy to ignore.

That's all I wanted to say. I would've said it sooner, but I had a few things to think about.

action; afternoon; cafeteria
[ Later in the day, Yuri had needed to get lunch. It was just that oatmeal slop- she needed to save her money for candy, after all-- especially since she hadn't gotten any from the event, so she only had the 100,000 that everyone had defaulted to. At this rate, she'd be dead before the week was up if she didn't find a way to get enough money before she ran out.

Despite that, she apparently had decided to purchase some poster paper and a calligraphy pen, both of which were sitting next to her as she worked on finishing that gross oatmeal slop. She's got plans, alright. ]

text post; evening
Are we allowed to build things here? Like a treehouse or a shed or a greenhouse?

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[mysterioustransferstudent]

[...Oh no.]

Who are they?

[tenminutes]

A group of people dedicated the rebelling against corrupt authority and justice systems. We existed outside of prison, of course, but obviously this prison isn't exempt.

[mysterioustransferstudent]

Is it really all right to talk about that over an unsecured network?

[tenminutes]

The fact that it exists isn't a secret. We've even been on the news before, locally. As long as I don't say anything that they don't already know it's fine.

[mysterioustransferstudent]

You wouldn't consider the headquarters a secret?

[tenminutes]

We're under constant surveillance here, aren't we? I already saw a couple of small cameras, it's not a stretch to assume there are a lot of hidden ones. Keeping a whole headquarters secret would be impossible unless we blocked out the cameras long enough to dig a hole and build one under ground.

..Which would be pretty cool, but I don't have the materials.

[mysterioustransferstudent]

[Oh my god, there's actually someone else whose brain works like Ms. Suzumiya's. He can't decide if he should be impressed or horrified.

He starts to type a few replies pointing out that the prison staff could put a stop to it before she even got a chance to start, or that the networks might be monitored a lot closer than the cameras, then deletes them. For one thing, she probably won't listen. but more importantly he doesn't want any written proof that he might be aiding and abetting criminal activity-- especially if he doesn't know if it's the kind of group he'd want to help.]

Suppose I wanted to hear more about this SSS group, purely to satisfy my intellectual curiosity. Where might I find you?

[tenminutes]

I'll meet you where you want.

Video, because he's pretty sure they've never seen each other before

[mysterioustransferstudent]

I'll be in the common room, then. I look forward to meeting you.

text;

[tenminutes]

I'll find you!

[ There's no real reason for her not showing her face, but she kind of wants to see if he can figure out who she is without seeing her. ]

[mysterioustransferstudent]

[He's situated himself near the center of the commons, in a seat where he can watch all the doors. He's a little miffed that she didn't show her face, especially since she's obviously not worried about security, but that's fine. It gives him something to wonder about while he waits.

His guesses start out as reasonable enough. Her blatant disdain for authority suggests some kind of delinquent, but that clashes with the sense of justice and almost-reasonable lines of logic. In the end, he doesn't have enough educated guesses to fill the time, and within a few minutes of boredom his imagination gets away from him and he's picturing her as the kind of disillusioned rogue detective you might find in a cheesy noir film.]