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Post by .delphia dalton. on Oct 3, 2009 4:42:58 GMT
Delphia was doing nothing illegal. Morally questionable and strange, perhaps, but certainly not illegal. She did, after all, intend to fix everything she was about to break and leave everything as she'd found it, so it wasn't vandalism, and nothing was going to explode, so at least it wasn't one of her usual school-property-related habits. And it wasn't like anyone was going to see her--after all, it was after hours.
So really, it was perfectly alright that she was taking apart one of the school computers and she was telling herself this over and over. Not that Delphia ever really bought into feelings of guilt, since they were particularly trivial, but still. When someone has to sneak into a building at midnight to get something done, that someone might start to wonder if they were engaging in truly admirable activities.
But Delphia had to sneak into the computer lab at midnight to take apart one of the school computers. She certainly wasn't going to take her own apart. What if something went wrong? Her computer was actually expensive and not some piece of junk and to have to replace it, while it wouldn't hamper her lifestyle in the slightest, would probably get her a good tongue lashing.
She had been sitting in the lab, those thoughts in mind, for a good 45 minutes. The pieces of the CPU that she had yet to put back together, which was still a considerable amount, were scattered around her in organized piles, illuminated by the single lamp she had brought with her. She couldn't turn lights on, obviously, or else someone might come and check to see what was going on in the lab after hours, which would be bad.
Aside from the lamp, she had a flashlight, which was making things a little difficult, as she had to shine it on the CPU and then set it down before she could actually put pieces back on, which made some of her attachments blind leaps in the darkness. But so far, at least as much as she could tell, it was going well. She was perfectly confident in what she was doing, and was as unlikely to make mistakes as she was to get caught.
She was careful, after all. |
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Post by Logan Fairfax on Oct 12, 2009 5:37:20 GMT
Logan’s alarm clock beeped, indicating it was 1:00am. She tossed a shoe at it, knocking the clock off her desk. She had more important things to do than cycle the email server at the moment. Joker had taken control of Arkham Asylum and only Batman could stop him. First, though, he had to fight his way through a host of other villains including Killer Croc, who was being particularly annoying.
Fifteen minutes later, Logan had successfully vanquished Croc, retrieved the antivemon which would rid Poison Ivy of Titan, and reached the save point in the catacombs. The alarm clock beeped again; its effort was reqarded by having the other shoe tossed at it. Unfortunately, this shoe missed its target and the clock continued to beep. Logan put down her controller, sighing as she turned off her Xbox. She grabbed her keys, aimed a kick at her alarm clock, and headed for the computer lab.
Tuesday night was server reset night at Somnium. Oddly enough, Somnium’s server downtime coincided with the World of Warcraft US server maintenance times. Coincidence? No, not really…
Logan pushed open the lab door and paused. Her mind was abruptly pulled from her thoughts of Arkham by an unexpected sight. Why was there a student taking apart one of her precious, albeit not top of the line, PCs? And in the dark no less…The puzzled look that had crossed Logan’s face was quickly replaced by an angry one.
The idiot could break the CPU off, magnetize the hard drive, or any number of things that would only cause headaches for Logan. Unacceptable! She leaned on the door frame, waiting for her initial anger to subside. Logan had to remind herself that while it was ok to yell at the student, she could not stab her keys into the girl’s throat then publicly display her mutilated corpse as an example to the rest of the student body.
Temper under control, she raised her voice and said, “I’ll make a deal with you.” Logan flicked on the over head lights, bathing the room in fluorescent light. “If you can get that PC back together and running in the next fifteen minutes, I won’t drag your vandalizing ass to the headmaster.” A sadistic smile crossed her face. She tapped a fingernail on the door frame, counting the seconds as they ticked by. “Well?”
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