talentsgirl | [ Action, Voice ] Onions have layers, ogres have layers .002

[Today Molly Carpenter is in your community buildings, exploring the floors and kitchens and opening (hopefully unoccupied!) random doors. Why is she doing this? She's not quite settled that Community Building Six is the best place for her and Harry to be, so far away from town, and collect evidence to present her case. Also - hey, strolling down someone's apartment corridor could be a great way to meet people!

And secretly, she's looking for thresholds. It makes sense that there aren't any here - five years, at most, being kept in a place against your will - could that even form a threshold? She didn't know, but it was so terribly contrary to her understanding of magic that she had to investigate.

Later in the day, a series of filters starting at 5 and not working their way up past 15 percent will appear in the journal followed by a voice post.]

[Filter at 5 percent]
Testing, testing... so you actually can do this.
[Filter at 10 5 percent]
Testing... drat.
[Filter at 10 7 percent]
Test, test - man, I thought for sure that would work
[Filter at 15 percent]
Ah-ha! Think I'm getting it now...
[Filter at 20 15 percent]
Test... nope.
[Filter at 20 15 percent]
Maybe this will--
[Filter at 20 15 percent]
Oh, come on!

Hi! So. Sorry if anyone bothered with that. I'm trying to get the hang of this "filtering" thing but it's just not like anything I've ever done before. If a couple wouldn't mind putting up some really low, easy filters in this post against me, I'd really appreciate it. That way I could try to sort of... learn it backwards? Thanks.

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[ sharpe doesn't like the books. they alarm him. they upset him. they shouldn't work. they are impossible things. and so, for the most part, although he has listened and (slowly-painfully-troublingly) read, he has never replied.

not until now.

it's her. he recognizes the voice. how could he ignore it? the new feather he'd found the day after his own arrival. ]

...Filtering, Miss Molly?

Edited 2012-03-24 21:12 (UTC)

[Molly smiles at the response - it seems he was still here then, and she was glad to hear from him since he was.

But apparently she was back to "Miss" again.]

Apparently you can write in a code that directs your message to just one person or to a group of people so that you don't have to bother the entire network when you want to talk to someone.

[Pause a beat. Smile.]

And hello.

Like addressing a letter?

[ all too late, he realizes he should say hello in return. ]

[He really should have, but Molly isn't offended.]

Yes, like addressing a letter. And the better the filter you can make, the more private the letter stays.

[ god, but she makes him feel like he's the one who arrived a day behind.

there's a pause, then: ] Sounds like a considerable skill.

[The familiarity with the internet probably helps here - after all, she has brothers and sisters who can use it.

Her tone now is somewhat wry.]

More considerable than I've been able to come up with so far.

With as hard a head as yours? [ a beat. ] You'll suss it out, lass.

[ GASP - oh no he didn't. Well, by the way she's laughing, he probably did. ]

Did you just call me hard-headed?

No, ma'am. I did no such thing. The question was practically rhe-- rhe-...[ rhetorical, dammit. ]

You made that bloody leap yourself.

[Still so clearly amused.]

I'm not sure if I've been complimented or insulted. And after so short an evaluation!

[That last bit is said clearly in mock-offense.]

Which would you rather be?

I'd offer to help you with the filters, kid, but it'd be the blind leading the nearsighted. I can't figure these things out worth a damn.

Oh, complimented. [She admits it easily, still grinning.]

But even complimented, I think you're insulting me. You might be underestimating my faults.

[Just hard-headed? Please. She should at least be rated 'stubborn as an ox.']

[Writing? Hmm. Okay, somewhere around here is a pen...]

That's okay, Harry. Hopefully some veterans will help me out. If not, I'll just... keep at it.

[I'm hard-headed, apparently.]

Hey, whenever you do figure it out, help me out with it, would you? Because these things bear several uncomfortable similarities with the internet. Which, you recall, I'm not so hot with.

A man can't underestimate what he doesn't know. Yet.

I'm not so hot with the internet myself, remember. But I'll see what I can do.

[Oh, very smooth, Mr. Sharpe. She's tempted to flirt back and with interest, but instead she gives a low laugh.]

Touche.

[See? Look! French.]

[Not laughing at those failed filters. Nope, no sir. It is not oh-so-funny.

Since he's been making and breaking these filters practically since he arrived, he'll actually be helpful here.]

You talkin' filterin' somethin' so only you can read it or filterin' it so it's blocked from you? 'Cause I can arrange either one, petite.

[...well, this is both unexpected and embarrassing. Oh well, nothing for it.]

I thought trying to hack one or two would give me a good idea of what I was doing wrong.

Ah. Well, in that case... A li'l reverse-engineerin' never hurt anyone.

[And he'll just go ahead and put a fairly weak filter against her on this comment, roughly 10%. There isn't much behind the filter. Just a smiley face. (What, it's totally appropriate to put behind a filter.) Enjoy your hacking, Molly!]

[Okay, ten percent? That's easy, she's so there. But she waits a little bit longer than when she could have done before drawing another smiley face next to his and writing:]

You think you can double this one?

'Course. You got it.

[And he doubles it, just as requested. This time, the smiley face has a little halo drawn above it. He's no artist, but he can at least be creative about it.]

[Okay, that's definitely harder. This is the level she was trying to break into on her own, and it takes her a while to figure it out. But eventually, she does.

And once that happens, Molly laughs at the angel. Not the best representation of an angel she's ever seen and the source is questionable, but...

She draws a flower next to his smiley face.]

Okay, that's better.

[And she debates asking him for one more...]

[As she's emerging from the one empty apartment on his floor, Arthur is waiting outside his room, curiosity piqued.]

I really hope this isn't your way of finding out where I live.

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