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Noah Fenwick
 Posted: Apr 25 2014, 01:11 AM
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Noah stuttered, waving a hand about dismissively just because he was a little flustered by the compliment, but then again, he found it came with what was probably some sort of back hand insult that he didn't get. Okay he really had to get a handle on this sort of thing, it was getting out of control how little he understood pop culture references.

But he took it in stride, brows twisting around a moment before he shrugged. "Well no, not anymore..it's not nineteen eighty-six, and I'm not ten anymore." Though he had this feeling he'd have to explain why a ten year old boy had a cartoon horse comforter, but maybe this mystery girl knew enough about him to have a good idea what sort of person his sister was. "Ach...ach...actually I don't, don't have any idea what you're t-talking about- fedoras and My Little Pony? That...some sorta internet thing?" His voice hitched and he laughed, no less awkward but no worse for wear either.

"I...I'm really trying to help here, nice or no, it's the right thing...thing to do."

Quibble over the details of where he stood back in the day, but Noah had his convictions set in his goodness, and it wasn't as though he was going to get offended if someone thought wrong about him. Some girl in the computer would have hardly been the first to do so. "I'm a thirty-eight year old dad. Thank you." He snorted, "And what's terrible is me...in business causal." Like he couldn't believe that one, his sister was married to a man that wore something so heinous and two, that someone would just wear something so heinous period. Which was coming from a man who wore Hawaiian shirts...willingly. "Ugh. Seriously...you don't want to see this."

But he still gave her the tools to do so...because honestly he liked the company and well, his backpack smelled a little like old french fries. Tesla knew why, it just...did, seemed that was the way all old backpacks went after long enough. "Awww there you are!" He cheered, really Noah was just happy it had worked, because honestly he had his doubts it would have. "Good evening miss." He leaned his head in a greeting, because at the angle, anything else would have been hard to do, and a wave? That would have just shaken her something awful. "You would be c-correct, though I still...still don't have the foggiest who you are." That was just the worst feeling, and an apology just hung on his expression even though he didn't want to say it again, instead he held his arm out so the sprite could get the whole picture.

"Oh you like it? You simply must take it all in..." Noah was snickering now, feeling just good for whatever reason, probably because it had been a long time since he had just screwed around and it was just a pleasant change of pace- but it didn't hurt that someone wasn't looking at him like he had grown a horn out the side of his head. "What can I say? I'm daring, I like my reds terribly muted with green and my browns washed out til they're almost white." Holding out a leg he batted his eyelashes before slipping on a pair of sunglasses before the streetlights gave him a headache.

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It had been a relatively uneventful ride across town, evening subways after the work rush meant that no one even seemed to notice, or maybe didn't want to notice a man apparently talking to himself in the corner. That was New York survival skills 101 right there. Leave the crazy be. "So anything I should be aware of before I get in here? Like...booby traps, security guards? Roaches? " Noah was really just trying to make small talk before their stop, and when he stepped off onto the platform he sort of got a chill thinking about the ramifications of his actions.

He almost wondered if that was his conscience. He had never felt that before...

Luckily the sensation was shrugged off as he trudged off to the building he had been directed to, and he stopped, staring up at it like a goon, eyes going up and up and up to the point where he had to pull his sunglasses down to get the full picture. "Huh. Well?" There were a few ways to go about this, and the only ones he could think of were destructive, vulgar and probably illegal, so he was open to suggestions.
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Cassandra Clark
 Posted: May 2 2014, 01:00 AM
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32, Enlightened

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"...You were ten in 1986?" Andi blinked. She hadn't realized Fenwick was that old. Then again, she had been four, six years wasn't that big a gap, not that it mattered if the guy was older than her, but for some reason in her head she had thought they were about the same age way back in the day. "Oh, you know, big ol' neckbeard Bronies that say 'm'lady' a lot and get upset when women don't have sex with them just because they held a door for her that one time." A beat. "Basically yeah, an Internet thing. A terrible Internet thing that has seeped into the real world."

She quickly waved her little digitial hands afterward, and added, "Oh no! Don't get me wrong, I am absolutely grateful that you're trying to help. I mean, other wise I might, you know, be trapped in these here Interwebs forever and let me tell you, there is nothing more frightening than the notion that I'd be like, having to live on the same plane of existence as Reddit, just-- wughghghgh...." Talk about neckbeards and fedoras...

"Oh, oh, my bad, a thirty-eight year old dad." She quickly corrected herself with a giggle, which turned to a bit of a pout as she wasn't shown this horrible business casual creation right off the bat. Tsk, whatever, she'd see it soon enough and judging by all the guys she worked with who were fans of the ol' polo and khakis, she was in for a treat. And a treat it was, a burgundy polo just to boot, and she clapped happily as they finally made non-fishbowl visual contact.

"Yay!" Oh, good, she wasn't going to have to be shut away in the closed laptop for the whole ride. "Weeeell, you proooobably don't recognize me because I used to be about twice as big as I am now... here this might help." She paused, pulling in a deep breath and using her hands to push her cheeks forward, face scrunching up as she shrieked, "Eeeek! Put me down! Ogden! Heeeeeeeeeelp!" And then she let her face go back to normal, grinning and waggling her eyebrows. If that didn't sell it, well, he was S.O.L.

"Oh, it's a great look. Is that Armani? Daaaang boy, that's some runway ready wear right there..."

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Conversation came fairly easy during the trip across town. Andi had been worried how it'd go down now that Noah was out in public but she had to remind herself that this was a man who used to ride a giant robot across the NYU campus with nary a fuck to be given so talking to his own wrist was probably not that odd. "Yes. Giant roaches. Man-sized roaches trained in krav maga. Also a security panel outside the door, password's 1-9-1-8, wait for the beep, then press star." She waited until he reached the panel, and even if he punched it in there was still the bit about getting to the right floor.

"Security cameras outside both sets of elevators inside, there's some emergency stairs to the right but there's a camera there too. Either way I'm up on the third floor, second office suite on the left. If you walk into the podiatrist's office you've gone too far." Andi paused, then added, "But seriously watch out for those roaches, they're silent and deadly."
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Noah Fenwick
 Posted: May 3 2014, 04:54 PM
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Why did that sound like a bad thing? It wasn't but Noah couldn't help but think that his age was apparently something surprising and not in a good way for this whoever that knew him, but he didn't know her and....ugh. His lips moved around as he considered that whole thing and then he chose to ignore it. Or he just forgot it. Either way it slid with a bit of a vacant blink before his his attention turned back to the conversation at hand. "So so what you're saying is...real, real douchebags. No I get it, yeah..." Still didn't get where cartoon horses came in, but there was never any shortage of entitled men who had the mentality of mentally stunted neanderthals. "I guess it would go without saying they'd be on the internet too...though how those cavemen get their vestigial digits to punch the damn, damn keys I wouldn't know. "

It had never occurred to him of course, but it seemed obvious in hindsight that douchebags would take over the internet just like they did in fleshy space, then again his use of computers and world wide web was completely utilitarian- except for stupid games, but otherwise he made a habit of avoiding people, digital or real. Though Noah didn't find himself any less bumbling when someone actually appreciated something he did. Then again, this time around he wasn't beaker breeding genetic abominations but his brain couldn't make that sort of step in logic. "And the porn. Don't forget the terrible, terrible porn." Which was from what he knew the baseline purpose for the series of tubes.

"Those two years are crucial, I still have some time before I get a fast car to represent my...aging insecurities. Though I still feel confident wearing a socks with sandals and a fanny pack." He snapped his fingers and pointed at his arm communicator, laughing because why take himself so seriously? No point in all that, and well...he liked that somehow his joke might have hit, because he was laughing with someone rather then with himself. Someone who was finally coming into focus in his head, and he leaned in close as he lifted up his sunglasses before recoiling in some epiphany that he was hand held to. "Whoa...whoa...you're Intern Cassie! " Noah's fingers sealed up over his lips and his eyes went wide somewhere he was stuck in this holding pattern between shock and utter delight.

How he pulled himself out of that, who knew...because he sure as hell didn't. "Huh." What were the odds? But he was really pleased to see someone who knew him...and seemed happy to see him. Though it explained that whole fixation on villainy in one fell swoop. "Armani? Pffst what you calling me basic? Louis Vuitton." A flick of his hair and he started to giggle like a messed up motor boat, which was sort of a sound he couldn't shake the rest of the damn trip because someone was just giddy.


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"See if it had been giant spiders trained in capoeira I might have been scared."

Roaches ain't shit but hos and tricks. Then again, working with matters radioactive as a norm it was hard to tell if Noah was serious there. But chances were- he was, and that was terrible. Nary a fuck given indeed, though Noah had a few fucks to give as he tapped in that code, he wasn't exactly a guy who blended into the scenery. "I hope I won't have to neutralize any threats..." Ie- punch out one of Andi's coworkers, but he could see that being something that might happen. Because he wasn't trying to get himself in jail for the night.

Though instinct did seem to take over as Noah licked his fingers and ran his fingers over a small plastic wire protector along the wall as he entered the building, pulling back the flap and going at a couple of wires with his teeth like some sort of deranged rodent, though it only took him one bite. "Forgot my wire cutter." He whispered, pretty certain he had gotten the worst of the surveillance taken care of. Though that meant security would no doubt get up in arms soon enough about said screens going blank all of a sudden...so up the stairs he ran, giggling about farts the entire time. "Hah that's terrible...keep an eye out for them I'll find you..."

Noah skidded to a halt as he started to nearly skip through the empty aisles of cubicles like it was a playground...well, he found her. The former Technocratic intern was slumped over like a puppet with her strings cut, arms akimbo- the fact that one had landed on the desk was the only reason Andi wasn't a pile on the floor, instead she was in an uncomfortable state of half in, half out of her chair- face pressed against her keyboard which was starting to collect some pooling saliva from her slack mouth. "I don't...don't think you wanna see this. It's not...well, I wouldn't say it's unflattering, but uh..." It wasn't good. But Noah smiled, "Though hey you really did, did lose a lot of weight! Good on you!" Of course she was also staring off into space like some sort of vegetable, but compliments where compliments were due.

The longer he looked, the creepier it got, like a fire at a realistic wax museum, it looked real...but something had melted. He had to, had to get the hell out of here. But first, he had to check out the status of the internet...which meant getting closer to the empty Andi at the desk which caused Noah to dance and whine. "AHHHH AHHHH I don't wanna get too close...you look dead, but you aren't and ahhhhhh." He moved the camera so Andi could see what he meant, because it was giving him the goddamn heebie jeebies.



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Cassandra Clark
 Posted: May 23 2014, 03:17 PM
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“The highest echelon of douche bag.” A sage nod followed, and Andi was glad to see that even those not in the know could tell a Brony was bad news just by proxy. Scum of the earth. Or maybe the algae growing on the scum of the earth… either way. “I think they’re fueled by sheer sleazy-ness, so if there’s an outlet to be grade A creepers, their Cro-Magnon brains find a way.” She stuck her bottom lip out and narrowed her eyes, making a low growling noise and wiggle back and forth in what she hoped looked like one of those gross Geico cavemen to help drive the point home.

“Ugh, how could I forget the porn?” Andi smacked her forehead with the palm of her head. “That’s like, the backbone of the Internet. And you know if I’m trapped in here for eternity I’m gonna eventually run into the really raunchy stuff.” Like dudes boning plastic ponies. While wearing leather puppy masks. After crapping on… something. There was always crap involved in the super gross porn. Andi blinked, forcing herself to come back to reality, the horrors of internet porn fizzling away into the ether.

“Oh yeah, the car is a must, you—wait, did you say fanny pack?” A squeal came out of the speakers of Noah’s wrist unit, not the kind a girl makes when she encounters a puppy, oh no, this was the sort that came from, well, imagining a rat-face guy in a speedsuit rocking a fanny pack. She attempted to swat at that finger pointed her way but of course there was a screen and a million miles of code between them, and so it looked more like she was waving her hands at an invisible fly buzzing around. Then came the belated re-introductions, and it was Andi’s turn to snap-point. “Winner winner chicken dinner!” A beat. “It’s Andi these days. Cassie was ten years and eighty pounds ago.” Give or take.

“Ooooh, my bad. Louis Vuitton…”

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“As you should be. That would be terrifying.”

Roaches? Whatever? Spiders? Not today Satan, not today. “You should be okay. Unless the cleaning guys are there, but really, as long as you act like you belong there they shouldn’t pay you any mind.” She’d be surprised if those dudes had a roster of who worked where in the building. As for the security cameras, well, if they caught him they caught him, not much she could do… or maybe she could. “Roger that.” As Noah ran past the camera near the stairs, Andi concentrated on copy-pasta-ing the last ten seconds of footage over the two it took him to buzz past, and while she couldn’t be sure if it worked from her remote location, she did what she could. Hey, she could see the camera through the screen, so who knew?

“What? Why? Am I okay?” Andi stood on her tippy-toes, as if she could see herself any better from her current position but no, all she could see was the corner of her desk where Noah’s arm happened to be pointing. “Oh! Yeah, I did. Thanks.” It seemed that bit of flattery was enough to subdue her, and Andi waved a hand, smiling to herself. That took hard work, heck yeah she was proud. Maybe not so much about the looking dead bit, though. “Oh it can’t be that ba—AAAAAAH!”

Screeching, endless screeching on both ends, and Andi covered her eyes, flailing about for a moment as she gathered her composure. “Oh god I look like an extra on the Walking Dead only less like, bloody missing teeth, ugh, uuuuugh, can’t unseeee….” It took some doing, but she eventually got herself together, and, hands still draped over her eyes, she instructed Noah on phase two of their plan. “Okay, okay, the router is in my boss’s office, which is in that big room behind my cubicle. I wanna see if it’s doing anything weird. Only thing is, um, it’s locked, so unless you can jimmy it open, the spare key is on the lanyard that’s, um… around my creepy dead body neck…”
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