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Who: Himeko Inaba and you!
What: Catch-all post for October; Inaba starts to get reaquainted with Yogen and also finds out about her broken laptop. Feel free to also ask for a closed starter if you'd like, just hit me up at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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When: Throughout October.
Where: Various locations; prompts will list specifics.
Warnings: Some swearing, mentions of death, existential crises. If more things come up, I'll update this post.
↳ option one. [ 10/5, workshop, after school ]
What: Catch-all post for October; Inaba starts to get reaquainted with Yogen and also finds out about her broken laptop. Feel free to also ask for a closed starter if you'd like, just hit me up at
When: Throughout October.
Where: Various locations; prompts will list specifics.
Warnings: Some swearing, mentions of death, existential crises. If more things come up, I'll update this post.
↳ option one. [ 10/5, workshop, after school ]
- [The fact of the matter is that Inaba knows that her stuff still... exists. After all, she had the pendant that Taichi gave her on her person - although if she died, how is it still fine? She can't help but wonder that, just a little.
She also hasn't exactly... spoken much about the fact that she might have died in the school, or the specifics on what happened. Sure, there's a lot that she doesn't recall - blanks in memories that nag at her, a worry that she may not actually be 'Inaba Himeko'.
Especially when she can't prove herself. She was never close to anyone, after all.
But that's something for another time.
What's happening now is that she's trying to look for her laptop - she knows it existed, but doesn't know what happened to it. Was it gone forever, or perhaps...
And eventually she finds herself at the workshop; it's on the same floor as her classroom, after all -
And then she walks in, scours around a bit and, well -
Some people may hear a rather audible scream.]
What the hell?!
[.........uh.
Maybe that should be checked on?]
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one; kick his ass inaba
[like Add, who is currently hard at work on... a laptop-sized circuitboard, perhaps, trying to pry some useful-looking chips off for personal use.
clearly not at all related to the gutted laptop sitting somewhere else in the room. yep. totally just a coincidence.]
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[Frustration is bubbling in her voice and she's not even daring to hide it for once.]
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[he shrugs as he turns slightly to face her, twirling the tool in his hand. he might've seen her once or twice months ago, but her face doesn't seem all that memorable... hmm.]
If it was brought here, it's probably a piece of junk. You can check the scrap pile if you want... I've already located the more valuable pieces, so I don't care if you take some of the leftovers. Just try not to break anything.
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[Of course her face isn't memorable in spite of how easily she huffs, how livid she is, how her knuckles turn white at her sides as her nails dig into the skin, bubbling with frustration.]
And they don't just - break without a purpose, so--!!
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[No matter how angry she gets... Add just looks mildly annoyed at best. His sympathy is nonexistent over here. Sorry, Inaba. He sighs loudly.]
Take better care of your things, then. It's not my problem so stop making a fuss about it... either dig out your scrap-heap of a device or stop yelling in my workshop.
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[Her voice goes from frustration to something a lot more cold, hard, and bitter.]
And I do take care of my shit. It's not my fault that shit happened to make me disappear - [She doesn't say die, never die] for fucking months on end.
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[... or something more interesting, if she's telling the truth. he spins the tool in his hand idly. hmmm.]
... Elaborate, then. Give me a good excuse, and I'll consider providing my assistance. I keep track of every part that passes through my club's supplies... so if a particular laptop went missing, I suppose I might be able to reassemble it.
[like, probably. maybe.]
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[It's a pretty much immediate answer.]
And I can assure you that it was not voluntary.
[Because if she had any choice, she would have liked to have gone home and never return ever again--]
And if I have all the parts, I can build it from scratch. But only if all the parts are intact. Don't have technomancy or whatever the hell, so I don't need any help.
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He looks around and, seeing nothing of particular interest, blinks a few times. Nobody appears to be dead and while there's a ton of scraps, that's more or less exactly what he'd seen before. The whole place was practically a junkyard. That wasn't really anything worth screaming about. There's a long, drawn out sound of exasperation. ]
What the Hell are you screaming about? I thought somebody died in here or something.
[ He looks around the room again, just to make sure. Nope, nothing particularly egregious. Come to think of it, he should piece some of this junk into something useful. He needs something to work on, but he's been a little distracted.
Though, hm, maybe there had been a victim. ]
Something of yours get reduced to scraps or what?
[ That sounds like something he'd do, actually. ]
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[Inaba's voice is clipped and annoyed, huffing a little bit as she tries to calm herself down, although her irritation does not fade.]
And - unfortunately. It was my laptop.
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[ That is perhaps a bit too straightforward about it, but he's never been one to mince words. There was no reason to dismantle a product that was still working, though, particularly not if it belonged to somebody else and presumably held their data. ]
You still got the hard drive at least?
[ The rest could at least be pieced back together, as annoying as the process might be. ]
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[Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and all of that.
Besides, she certainly doesn't mind that he's straightforward; she agrees that it's stupid - what's the point of destroying a perfectly good product?]
Haah... I need to double check. At least it's my laptop and not - well, the desktop. Not that my desktop's shown up.
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[ He is incredibly offended by all of this really. He nudges the pile of spare parts with his foot. ]
You have a bunch of important stuff on there?
[ His tone suggests that he's fairly certain that she did, in fact, have important things on there - which makes the whole thing even more ridiculous. ]
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[She didn't really do anything on it at the school, which is like, the barest of reliefs, if you ask her.]
I had a lot of memories with that laptop, though. With people important to me.
[People that aren't here.]
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Memories, huh.
[ That was probably important here. The happy memories would be overwritten with time, loved ones forgotten one feature at a time - their voice, their face, the little mannerisms, would slip away without constant reinforcement. It was always like that, no matter how much they promised to treasure each other. Ah, what a waste of time. ]
Hm, so lots of personal stuff on there? Sure hope nobody was rifling through it, ahaha, that'd be seriously creepy.
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[That she wrote for her club, as the vice president. So she has a lot of fondness and attachment. But as for memories of things - Inaba knows it better than anyone else of just how fragile memories can be.
Better than anyone.]
Ugh. I'd like to hope not... I don't know if there any decent enough hackers here or if someone messed with the settings - I put a decently hard enough password on that thing. Wouldn't blame someone for going through it in a place like this. Given all the murder investigations, finding an unknown laptop is like "ah, something else to investigate!" Doesn't mean I have to like it, though.
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[ Now, granted, that wouldn't stop him from doing it, but there was no point in pretending it was a morally sound decision. In the end, it was a mix of curiosity getting the best of people and a simple desire for self-preservation... But well, from the sound of it there at least hadn't been anything incriminating on there. ]
Hmm... Well, if it really got reduced to scraps, nothing to do but see if you can put Humpty Dumpty back together again, eh?
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[She sighs, her shoulders sagging.
Honestly, she's just glad that she doesn't keep any of her personal stuff on her computers.]
Guess so. Don't know if we'd have the parts, though — we'd have to cobble up something together, but it might be workable.
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Eh, I'm sure we can figure something out.
[ He bends down on one knee in front of the pile, picking up a part at random. He examines it for a few seconds before setting it to the side. Possibly useful, but not what they're looking for. He picks up a second, and tosses it to the side. Broken beyond repair. ]
There's enough junk in this room, that's for damn sure. You'd think somebody would've cleaned it up a little...
[ He grumbles, shaking his head at the mess of parts. ]
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[Just saying that rather plainly as if it doesn't involve her in the slightest bit.]
If the computer can't be fixed, maybe something else can be built out of these parts. Hey, maybe we can invent the roomba in the 90s. You think we can get a lot of merit points for that?
[Oh my god. She's joking, of course.]
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Ahahaha, I bet we could blow their minds with something like that, and I'm sure it'd fetch a good price~ Hmm, a normal one would be kind of boring though... I wonder what other features you could add? Ahahaha.
[ Look, he thinks the idea is hilarious, and it's not like it'd be difficult. ]</small
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[Perhaps she shouldn't be contemplating this seriously and yet, here she is. A hand rests under her chin before she answers:]
Well, if you had two, you can make them into battle bots. I think there was this story I read once about battling robots. That's pretty common in SF stuff, right? Then you can make your own underground battle 'bot fighting ring, set up some gambling and tournaments and the like...
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[ Neither of them should be seriously considering this, but Ranger seems absolutely taken with the idea. He lifts a few more parts, setting a couple aside with a hum.
Look, he needs something to work on. He reaches his free hand under the mask briefly, rubbing his chin. ]
Money ain't a thing here though, right? Whatchya gonna bet?
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People can still buy things with their merit points. Snacks would be the best thing to do for this sort of thing, but... if people wanted to offer other things that have the same worth as actual money as a wager, then that'd be fine. But I have no plans on betting myself.
I just plan on being the dealer.
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[ Ranger pauses in his work. He sets the part he'd just picked up back down on the pile. He slaps his hand down on his knee instead, turning his head to look at her, a glimmer of interest in his eyes now.
A laugh bubbles up in his throat, genuine amusement overtaking him for a moment. This place should be a breath of fresh air after being in the same facility for his entire life, but it's just as contained. It's an even smaller cage than the one he had previously been in, and with none of the sense of purpose. ]
Re-ally? You don't seem like the type... Hmmm, I'd peg you as the sort who likes to work behind the scenes.
[ It's not an insult, but a simple fact. She struck him as the sharp sort of person who would analyze the dangers of any given situation and try to avoid even the slightest whiff of it. The same cold be said of Ranger, but.. Well, he was used to being the face of an endeavor, and he's interested. ]
You'd need a front man, ahahaha~ If you're serious, you know, I've got some experience with this kind of thing.
[ Rio Ranger has joined the party! ... Too bad you didn't ask for him. ]
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