OPEN LOG - "If he fights he must fight not one man, but a conspiracy."

[hacktivist]

WHO: Ghost technophantom and you!
WHERE: In the City; a random bus stop.
WHEN: Midday to late evening of the 29th of June
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Ghost has yesterday's crossword, a subnotebook and a mission: to assist in cracking the Yellowstone Mystery. (But he'll gladly put it on hold to chat with imPorts, if they can handle the smell).
FORMAT: Player's choice c:



It was easy, once one acquired the correct focus, to almost completely remove what people called 'coincidence' from a given equation. Very little, in Ghost's opinion, was really accidental; actions led to chain reactions, in linear sequence. Logical.

Ghost had his notebook balanced on one leg, typing one-handed as he tapped a pen against the newspaper braced on his other knee. The baristas at the Starbucks across the street hadn't figured out Ghost was piggybacking their wifi, but it was for a good cause. He wasn't sure he could apply his universe's information on Yellowstone, so he was fact-checking, and what he was discovering was ominous.

A super-volcanic eruption could theoretically have destroyed hundreds of miles of surrounding landscape, to say nothing of pollutants and acid rain. It made him think this was only the beginning of something bigger and more dire.

He circled 48D--Babylonian numbering system, wrote 'base sixty', circled 6A--a rat wears one, wrote 'wire', stopped for a second and went back to building on his notes of the specific imPorts involved in the volcano rescue.

At the bottom of the file, under the header speculative, he typed;

building heroes up for a bigger fall?

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[stealer_ofsouls]

Across the street, someone emerged from that Starbucks, coffee in hand. And from the look on his face, any stealers of wifi shouldn't have to worry about being noticed: the baristas had trouble comprehending that all he wanted was plain coffee, nothing fancy, no really. For the number of times he had to explain the order, he doubted their intelligence was on par with even knowing what wifi was.

But that's neither here nor there.

The light changes, the crosswalk is crossed, and Mr. Never-Going-To-That-Starbucks-Again turns at the corner, heading to the bus stop. He'll just park it on the opposite end of the bench from Ghost, just enjoying his coffee for a moment -- caffeine before manners and all.

[hacktivist]

The orange glow of Ghost's masked eyes turned slowly to evaluate, considering the individual across the bench from him. Ordinarily he'd ignore civilians, but this one has an unusual appearance, and it leads him to take a second look.

"Are you an imPort?"

He will end up asking this question to all the cosplayers on earth.

I don't even know what was up with my verb tense change up there. /fails grammar forever

[stealer_ofsouls]

The movement next to him doesn't go unnoticed, but it's just another part of City life: background noise for the eyes, as it were. It's not until the question is vocalized that a reaction is gained, coffee steadied against his thigh for a moment as he turns to regard his companion properly.

"Yes."

Wary? Slightly. With good reason? Probably, and probably not the sort that another imPort would blame him for. Bakura studied his companion for a moment: either an imPort or a freak, though one didn't necessarily exclude the other. Still, he'd met weirder. "You too, if I had to guess."

(Just wait until the cosplaying imPorts show up.)

you're not alone ;; /flops on

[hacktivist]

"Of course." He closed the laptop lid, "Been following current events?"

<3 /holds so close. Also, holiday weekends suck...

[stealer_ofsouls]

One shoulder rose and fell again in a gentle suggestion of a shrug. "A little, yes. But what I've seen, it doesn't make much sense."

It seemed a given that things weren't going to make much sense every time the Porter saw fit to address the Network, but Bakura kept that thought to himself for the time being.

♥ they really do XD had family over?

[hacktivist]

"Not enough data yet. It'll come out. The truth always comes out... being the only thing that holds up under scrutiny."

He paused, "I'm Ghost. And you?"