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expiationlogs2024-05-04 12:12 pm
ashaya) wrote in expiationlogs2024-05-04 12:12 pm
WELCOME TO THE DARK WEB.
Who: Spock and anyone interested in the aforementioned technology plot.
Where: Mostly around the port, because you have to really lean into the Gothic Romance of it.
What: Local nerds build a computer and a system of their own to exercise privacy online for everyone with mixed results.
Warnings: TBD. None so far, unless you want to count Spock veering into poeticisms inevitably in metatext.
[ chances are, if you're curious, you've been seeing a handful of ciphers cropping up around aldrip.
they start in places most chosen would frequent, spiral out to areas more remote in the coming days. but, no matter which ones you encounter, they all seem to written in the same hand. the words, if you can call them that, are jumbled in such a way that it looks impossible to unknot at first. but, there's a odd weight across some of these... messages? the letters look strange and, comparing them over time, you'll find a key.
curious, indeed. someone likes vigenère ciphers.
what it shakes out to is a set of coordinates that will lead you squarely to an abandoned warehouse by the pier, a date, and a time. if you're compelled to go on your own, you might find some of your fellows waiting around with you. if you're not? well, maybe you can take a friend just in case.
either way, you'll get your answers one way or another. ]
( ooc: HELLO FRIENDS. first and foremost, please see the comments and the sub-comments below for week blocking and organizational efforts. if you would like to summon me into your comment, just put spock in the subject line or ping me directly on plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
askefise or on discord! i'm usually around in some capacity or another.
other than that: have fun! if you need me to help you brainstorm why your blorbo would show up or how, i'm here for you. time for totally fun and normal times that will not end in any abnormal way whatsoever on the 19th. )
Where: Mostly around the port, because you have to really lean into the Gothic Romance of it.
What: Local nerds build a computer and a system of their own to exercise privacy online for everyone with mixed results.
Warnings: TBD. None so far, unless you want to count Spock veering into poeticisms inevitably in metatext.
[ chances are, if you're curious, you've been seeing a handful of ciphers cropping up around aldrip.
they start in places most chosen would frequent, spiral out to areas more remote in the coming days. but, no matter which ones you encounter, they all seem to written in the same hand. the words, if you can call them that, are jumbled in such a way that it looks impossible to unknot at first. but, there's a odd weight across some of these... messages? the letters look strange and, comparing them over time, you'll find a key.
curious, indeed. someone likes vigenère ciphers.
what it shakes out to is a set of coordinates that will lead you squarely to an abandoned warehouse by the pier, a date, and a time. if you're compelled to go on your own, you might find some of your fellows waiting around with you. if you're not? well, maybe you can take a friend just in case.
either way, you'll get your answers one way or another. ]
( ooc: HELLO FRIENDS. first and foremost, please see the comments and the sub-comments below for week blocking and organizational efforts. if you would like to summon me into your comment, just put spock in the subject line or ping me directly on plurk at
other than that: have fun! if you need me to help you brainstorm why your blorbo would show up or how, i'm here for you. time for totally fun and normal times that will not end in any abnormal way whatsoever on the 19th. )
no subject
[ His affection for calling people by their first names doesn't tend to go over well where he's from, a land hell-bent on respecting deeds and titles. ]
I may just take you up on that. I may be taking several people up on that, in fact. This world of technology is far broader than I was giving it credit for, when Aldrip went through its first transformation.
[ He moves deeper into the warehouse, openly gawking at the circuitry and wires, stopping short of touching anything; he has no idea what they do (or how electricity could, putting it lightly, fuck him right up), but he can see how it might be dangerous to interfere with it too much. ]
Though maybe you don't know about that transformation at all, depending. When'd you wind up here, anyway? I don't think I've ever seen you around, and I'm a notorious busybody.
[ Case in point: following ciphers to an unusual hidden location, just because he was too nosy to leave it well enough alone. ]