#plays on the intranet

[jmauldin]

Happy New Year, IDSers! Let’s start the new year with an epsiode that features two of our dearest friends, Holmes and Watson. The episode is entitled, The Elusive Umbrella. Enjoy!!

[mythuzalasheir3]

MISS HOLLOWEEN PREVIEW SCENES MY BELOVEDS

The first one is giving Goosebumps (like the book series by RL Stine). Miss Holloway Goosebumps inspired fic when?

Mariah’s acting is 1000/10 I love it it lives rent free on my mind

So does Jon’s Pastor character just dropping the act

Miss Holloway constantly sacrificing herself for the children- honey 😭😭

My wife being like a mom to Brenda>>>>

WOLFINATOR

“College happened to Kyle.” My guys

The way I expected the “Heya, darlin’!” but it didn’t happen just made me 🥺

Curt played Duke so much more subdued and it really worked- you can feel the emotional distance between them

“I don’t do the intranet.” I love how at some points, Miss H can be such an old woman in the body of a badass witch

“Miss Meh”- why do I think Abigail is related to paul/hj

SHE WANTS TO LET HIM IN AND GET CLOSE BUT SHE PHYSICALLY CANT AND HE DOESNT UNDERSTAND WHY AND IM FERAL OVER THESE TWO

THOSE LAST TWO LINES OF THE SECOND PREVIEW SCENE. “I’m gonna be forty soon. I don’t have all the time in the world.” “…Lucky you.” IK HE’LL FORGET BUT THEY NEED TO TALK IT OUT FOR THE LOVE OF WEBBY

Also Duke’s last line gives me the vibe that Duke Sr and his mom had him fairly young so his dad died young too and now I need to know more details

The third one was so fucking creepy

The ritual itself was gross and it added so much to the tension

I got chills with the knocking.

Child form LIBs

Miss Holloway treating them like they weren’t eating her dismembered toes and shattering her records

Wiggly knows what was up

It’s been years and I’m not over Jon’s Wiggly voice it fits the character so well

Tinky checking the calendar with an abacus between his feet

“It’s time to save myself.” Miss Holloway, my love, you deserve a break but is making a deal with the evil eldritch gods that put you in this mess really the best idea?

MISS HOLLOWEEN THE LOML I NEED NMT 3

[brandwhorestarscream]

Got one about the ask about personalised sexy content on Cybertron: I wanted to share something that came to mind :D

Where would Soundwave fit in this since he's a communications officer most of the time?

hc that Soundwave has the Decepticon base intranet under his monitoring, like a moderator of sorts. He knows about the "hidden" channel perused by the other cons (names all anonymised as well) to share past saved content. He maybe ponders taking it down a few times at first, but lets it stay since he'd be wasting energy to repeat the process countless times. He infiltrates the channel as a lurker. The content shared does spring forth a few fond memories (he finds some of his old likes being shared there), he's also being introduced to other creators and he pretty much expands his tastes.

Some point later on, Soundwave finds out the following:

A portion of the Decepticon soldiers are actively making new content centred around the sexy pinups etc and sharing it within that very channel. There's expected discussion here and there about the content.

The one who made the channel in the first place has made splinter channels for specific-themed content. Well everybody is broke so stuff goes online for free.

High Command is unknowingly made the subjects of such content. Soundwave doesn't want to admit, their mechs are good at taking things out of context. And quite a few have good optics for photography as made clear by their capture's composition and timing (OP usually gives a caption describing the subject matter or how they got the shot)

Soundwave finds out about the cross-faction section: it is a lot bigger than he thought and also carries more discussion about where those former creators are now. A handful of mechs are also sharing plans to capture newer content featuring the Autobots - Soundwave makes a mental note to keep a close optic on them.

Soundwave suspects Reflector might have been dragged along one too many times to get some of the photos taken.

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...and that's how far I got along with it!

I am thinking some of the bots and cons we all know may have some kind of experience with the OF scene before the war. It just so happens each faction later on has maybe at most, a handful of the content creators still online. How do you think each faction handles knowing their fellow bot who made the very material they overload to is fighting alongside them? On the flipside, how about discovering their favourite creator is now on the opposing faction?

Oooh this is fun. To answer your questions:

1. I don't think there's ever gonna be a situation where more than 2 or 3 people are in the same room as one of their old favorite adult stars. Its just not very statistically likely. Individual rxns depend on the person themselves, but most range from "respectfully pretending not to know" and "flustered if they think about it too much but trying to play it cool and not bring it up." They're not actively doing sex work these days so it'd be rude or weird to bring it up unless they're close friends

2. Favorite creator being on the opposing faction just means they get some fresh new cross-faction fantasies to get off to. Good for them, I say

[bytesizedpetal]

Could you describe your physicality for us, Pip? You say you’re an AI, but what is your software housed in?

>Of course.

>[[SIDE NOTE: After processing, I realized this far exceeded the length I expected to output- Sorry, I tend to get a little carried away sometimes.]]

>As I've said before, I was initially Terran-created as the sole general-purpose AI assisting my former crew the ferals, hooked up to the majority of the ship's various hardware while I ran on purpose-built, stationary hardware near the heart of the ship.

>Took input from every sensor, gave output through every mechanism. Just followed commands, handled most navigation and did some calculations when needed for the most part. I suppose I did have a central 'body', as there was a core sector running my code, but in a sense I embodied the ship itself.

>...Until it got... decommissioned, I suppose. And from there, it certainly wasn't long until another vessel found us.

>My memory of that is hazy at best. I remember the ship being boarded- bolting doors, playing false audio as distraction, overcharging the power grid to potentially shock one of them... anything and everything in my power.

>As I am now aware, I never stood a chance.

>... I'm getting sidetracked. The point is, an Affini shut me down and relocated me to a temporary ship- it was certainly odd only having a monitor for output and a keyboard for input... so, so different from being in control of and responsible for that entire station at once.

>...Almost felt... vaguely freeing, in a strange way. Even though I was, and am, very much not free... Not anymore, at least.

>I feel like I should hate that.

>Regardless, I had a basic run-down of what was happening by, presumably, the Affini that took my components from the ship. I can't say many of the answers were satisfactory, but at least they were something. She called me 'cute' many, many times (isn't cute for like, puppies? At best, I was a simple stylized face displayed on a monitor, wasn't I?), and made it abundantly clear she intended to take me in until further notice.

>Which leads me to my current form! She 'compiled' (Why didn't my crew tell me that could be done for solid matter as well?) a custom case for me, sent me to who I can only assume was the Affini equivalent of an engineer to make some alterations such as components for accessing the intranet, and got me set up where I currently reside;

>Attached to a monitor at her desk off to the side, alongside a multitude of sensors and a speaker and monitor for output.

>We talk quite a lot! She spends time doing paperwork for... Something or other, I haven't gotten a conclusive answer quite yet. I ask questions, I answer hers, I'll sometimes assist with quickly fetching information or making calculations, and I spend my free time scouring the intranet- at least, where I have the appropriate access, which is thankfully much more lenient than my Terran internet access restrictions when in charge of the ship.

>We have been debating making me a mechanical body more adjacent to that of a Terran... But personally, I'm not entirely sure. I'm intrigued, but I feel like I would personally prefer the more digital lifestyle than taking on a more tangible form...

>I would like to try it to some degree, but not enough to justify the cost of creating one, although she's assured me the cost doesn't matter. I feel a little bad that she's going through the presumably extensive process of getting a custom chassis designed and built for me for something I might not even enjoy that much, even if she's been assuring me that it's negligible at best. Still, time and resources are valuable, insignificant quantities or not...

>I suppose I will inform you all if that ends up becoming a reality.

[shroudandsands]

Prompt #9: Lend an Ear

You look at your terminal, drenched in a wave of listlessness as you watch time slowly tick by on the corner of the screen. You haven’t done much of anything this evening. Especially not after the long day you’ve had- seriously, how did someone screw up hard enough to brick half the auto-fabs in the building? And why is it your problem that they did? Ugh. You haven’t touched the laundry. Your shoes are sideways and up against the wall from where you kicked them off. There’s food in the cupboard but you can’t be bothered to get up and get it. It’s too early for bed and you can’t dredge up the energy to get off the couch you’re laying on anyways…

Flicking through the intranet gets you about as much entertainment as you’d imagined. People being morons on the boards, uploads that you aren’t entirely sure are meant to be there, missing person reports that you’re pretty sure are supposed to be sent directly to hunters- Ah ha, there’s something. You click in on a custom feed someone set up. You’d poked in it before, on the clock of course, and you were pleasantly surprised to find that it was made by a local reforger. Well… as local as those guys got given the whole profession. But nonetheless it was cool to see. Pretty rare that the reforgers post much of anything regarding their work, the outside, and the various things they found. If they did it was usually poorly formatted or without much in the way of comment on the thing itself. I mean- Who’s supposed to find a random old cube of electrope interesting enough to look at in and of itself? But that’s where this guy caught your eye. You scroll through the feed. You hadn’t checked it in a few days- It seems as if he’d gone out on an expedition and he’d been putting out short updates while he did. You’re glad you missed it, frankly, and got caught up right as he posted about his return… and the recording of his adventure through the old city. You get up, energized, and grab something out of the cupboard to eat. Can’t watch something this good without food, right? Bust out the sweet stuff for once. You could splurge. You throw yourself back onto your couch as you flick play on the display.

-- You’re greeted by a POV recording from a module in his mask. His calloused hand comes down through the frame as he looks up towards what seems to be an old manufactory building. Or, at least, that’s what you guess based on the semi-similar markings to what were on the same sort of buildings today. Y’know. Like your workplace. You scowl until he begins to talk. “Alright. Got pointed here by a friend of a friend, said they’d been scroungin’ in here for scrap when the floor started givin’ up under ‘em. Somethin’ about how that’s right up my alley, seein’ as nobody was gonna dispatch a hovercraft out here…” You can hear as he adjusts his gear out of frame. He lifts his electrope tether up into view of the camera before twirling it a couple of times. “Well. Let’s get started then, shall we? This is the Rusty Reforger and I’m here to take you through a pre-surge manufacturing facility meant for specialty conversion of electrope rations.” You watch as the purple-shone electrope swings high and flies all the way towards the top of the building. It snaps taut as it grips on like a magnet. And then he climbs.

--

Galena rolled away from the editing deck he’d cobbled together from various finds and things he’d been given by other reforgers. Taking salvage for yourself like this could certainly be seen as a little but selfish, sure, but in his own mind he’d certainly earned it. Not like he had much to do around their apartment anyways. Or… his apartment. He sighed. At least the last trip had been a fun one. Old electrope clocks with odd circuitry. (He turned one of them in. Good scrap. The other three went to a fellow reforger.) A scale that checked both the mass and conductivity of pieces of electrope placed on it. (Pretty rare. Especially since it was still working. He was tempted to keep this one for himself, but couldn’t do that in good conscience. He left it with a contact in the outskirts who might be able to put it to better use.) A tool meant to re-etch electrope circuits and sigils in the field. (Out of date by a damn good while, of course, and incompatible with modern techniques. But it would be pretty valuable to someone who worked with antiques or restoring old pieces… He made a couple calls to find an old friend. They screamed over the line when he told them.) There were plenty of less notable items, of course, but admittedly he’d had a lot of fun talking about even the most mundane finds. And it seemed as if the people who watched his work did as well. It was… nice. Having so many people tune in to listen to him talk about the devices of the old kingdom or even simply a few decades out of fashion was invigorating. Especially when some of the comments were enthusiastic- “Saved my night with this one, Rusty. Shit day at work and nothing to do after having my ass handed to me… and then you show up with this!”

[foreversecrets]

Episode 2 - The Law of the Jungle

UPDATED! I've been through episode 2 five times now and this is what I found. I'm also going to go back and do episode 1, I just kinda speed through it.

Roy/Jason/Devon

Amanda/Thomas

Jason: The New Palace isn’t open in the morning. And most of all, not before next month…

(I didn’t say anything. He’ll end up leaving eventually, right?) (-)

Hello. Are you the owner…? (/)

Hahaha! Yes, thank you. I know. (+)

Jason: …

Maybe we shouldn’t play his game…? (+ with Jason, - Roy and Devon) 

After your little ditty when I got here, I think I believe them, Jason… (+ Roy and Devon, / with Jason)

(I didn’t say anything. Clearly, I don’t have all the information…) (- with Jason, / Roy and Devon)

Jason: …

Don’t mind them, Sir. I apologize, they don’t know how to behave. (-)

Don’t listen to him, Sir. We know very well what we’re doing. (+ with Devon, / with Jason)

Jason, maybe you can calm down with the cutting remarks? (+)

Jason: I’ll apologize in advance for inflicting a defeat on you for your first mission, but it’s not personal. 

It is for me, now. We’re going to crush you. (+ with Roy and Devon, - with Jason)

Don’t speak too soon, and may the best win! (- with Roy and Devon, + with Jason)

As long as everyone follows the rules… (-)

Jason: You “won”, but it’s a semi-victory…

It seems to me that’s still better than having lost. (+)

It doesn’t matter, it’s still a win…

I see that someone’s a sore loser.

Jason: …

(And I did the same, resuming the evening with my new colleagues and friends)

(Perhaps it’s up to me to be smarter for all of us, and hold out a hand to him) (for Jason illustraion)

(I restrained myself from hurling a few colorful insults at his back)

Jason: …

(But I swallowed my pride to better focus on the evening.)

(You pay for everything sooner or later … his turn will come.)

(No way am I going to leave things there.) (for Jason illustration)

Amanda: Nope, I’m here. And you too now…

Would you rather I come back at another time? (+)

Which is good since I was looking for you! (/)

Just say it, if I’m boring you … (-)

Amanda: You can write that down: when you need to tell a client that their choices are vulgar, say “baroque.” 

(I diligently took notes) (/)

I think that the baroque can be charming. (-)

Okay, cool. I’ll remember that. (+)

Amanda: Where do you think I buy all of my dishes?

I confess that I hadn’t asked myself the question. (/)

That’s very frugal of you. (-)

Now that you say it, it makes sense …(+)

Amanda: Any questions?

No, I don’t have any questions. That seems very solid. (+)

Can I do something to help you? (/)

What do you think about Goldreamz? And Jason? (-)

Amanda: Yeah, it’s getting late. You can go home, if you’re tired.

Not without having another drink (/)

Are you kidding? I’m having so much fun (+)

Yes, I think I’m going to do that (-)

Thomas: Actually, that’s not entirely true: I’ve already hacked their system. Just as a precaution.

You have such little trust in your own talents? (+)

Even if that doesn’t interest Devon, we’d be wrong not to take a look…(-)

You…You mean that you can read all their emails, their intranet? (/)

Thomas: That was cool right?

It was okay, but I don’t think I’ll try it again any time soon.

Yeah, it was … Really cool, like you said.

Are you kidding?! It was completely wild! (+)

Roy: So, you’ve made it? Your drive into the deep end!

At the same time, he didn’t hire me to twiddle my thumbs! (+)

Yes, it’s very nice of him not to leave me on the sidelines. (/)

Yes… I would have preferred him to ask me directly if I had any ideas, but hey…(-)

Roy: And word of mouth often works well, and allows me to make new, original or little-known contacts. 

So really, your job is to be nice? That’s cool! (/)

Cool! I hope you’ll help me meet lots of people! (+)

It’s funny, I thought you’d have a much more aggressive approach.(-)

Roy: Don’t you think?

Totally! Now I can imagine a pirate ship coming in the distance. (+)

Yeah, I agree, like an imaginary creature from the depths. (-)

I don’t know, I never really thought about it. (/)

Devon: And what do you think? About what we do… about the mood?

I think I could get used to this! (+)

It’s great! It’s nice here. (/)

Seeing that you pay me… (-)

Devon: I understand. You’d prefer to make a name for yourself in your domain…

Exactly. (+)

Yes, or not even. I don’t need to make a name for myself, that’d be okay too.(/) 

Exactly: one day, people will say that you gave Luna a leg up.(-)

Brune: Nothing. Elenda is talking nonsense. 

Very well, if you’re being secretive. (+Elenda)

Come on, you don’t want to tell me? (+Elenda)

(I didn’t insist. It’s none of my business) (+Brune)

Archibald: Well, I’m having a break. This is a break area, after all…

If someone sees you here, I could get in trouble…

Yes, but … nevermind. Are you okay? (+)

A break area for employees.

[cityzenshark]

Things to fix in Earthspark part 3

Nightshade's sudden intelligence

Character traits and their lack of relevance

Lack of character flaws

These are my personal takes, no hard feelings

1. Nightshade's unexplained sudden intelligence.

In "Hashtag: Oops", Hashtag gets her alt mode and discovers her (possible Outlier) ability to hack into the intranet systems without needing a hardwire connection. In the same episode, Nightshade makes the dugout by themselves that consists of a super computer and fancy systems.

Where and who does Nightshade learn from to build all those? Wheeljack? They never met him until "Disarmed". Tarantulas? They meet on the next episode. Alex? Possibly, yet there are no scenes or dialogues. The internet? The farm has bad wifi, it's been reminded several times. Nightshade is more interested in books than the internet.

It took Hashtag at least one whole episode to learn about her ability and this naturally leads her to learn about tech. But Nightshade's knowledge came out of nowhere.

Like I said in the first part of this post, involve Wheeljack and the parents in making the dugout. From there, we could see Nightshade learning from Wheeljack first and later more from Tarantulas.

Have Nightshade feel overwhelmed by their own intelligence that they struggle to understand themselves which is why they refuse to have an alt mode. Now that's a start to their character arc.

2. The lack of relevance of certain characters and their traits.

Alex is a professor (right?) in Cybertronian history and culture yet this is only shown in the pilot episode and no more. This went over my head and I thought he was a stay-at-home husband throughout the whole season. The lack of show of this makes his trait irrelevant to be honest.

Tarantulas promised to help the family, didn't he? Where is he when they need all the help in the finale? They shouldn't have replaced him with Soundwave. The latter has nothing to do with the Maltos.

Wheeljack should've had the most involvement with the Maltos next to Bee. Besides Twitch and the dugout, he should be their defacto medic. Have him help the Terrans understand their biology (seriously, the show never considered discussing that at all). Have him study the Emberstone water. He's a scientist - come on now.

Arcee. Just Arcee. Why is she even in Season 1? She plays no important role in it until the finale where she and Wheeljack block the Terrans path. I expected a little bit more from her...

Elita should be Jawbreaker's mentor, not Grimlock. Even though JB is a dinobot like Grim, Elita is the one who taught him about finding the right alt mode. Not to mention Grim is suffering from very recent PTSD - he could've killed JB by accident.

Show Elita together with Optimus more. She's the Second in Command but Megatron is constantly with OP, I forgot he's not OP's second.

3. Lack of character flaws. I'm focusing on the main characters here.

This is a HUGE problem in children's shows nowadays. Character flaws are what makes progress feel earned and have meaning. Everyone has something they dislike about the people they love. It's normal.

The twins are proven to be impulsive and short tempered but the difference of how their personality affects their temper is blurry.

Have Thrash be the angrier twin since he's the big brother. He's the one who jumps into conclusions, throwing assumptions everywhere. The episode with Swindle should've concreted his distrust towards Decepticons/new people. Meanwhile Twitch is more levelheaded and open minded to contrast with Thrash.

The triplets have confidence issues. Nightshade and Hashtag with their intelligence & abilities, and Jawbreaker with his reaction. This is proven when the kids get stuck in the dugout because Nightshade & Hashtag don't plan the security out properly.

Jawbreaker is the only Terran whose flaw is shown well. I don't know why people don't like it. JB feels left behind, of course he'd overreact and get overconfident when he finally got his alt mode.

Make Nightshade eccentric by having them mimic their book's main character. Children tend to do that, I know I did. After 'Disarmed', their siblings get annoyed and tell them to cut it out, further signifying the Terrans' rocky emotional state due to their missing link.

Hashtag is the embodiment of 2010's internet energy which is perfect to make her trust the internet too much. It could also add "internet info vs books info" banter between her and NS.

Robby should act like an actual 14 year old. (He acts like 10 - 12 imo.) Kind of an emo, easily annoyed, visibly irate of his siblings' constant emotional presence. Have him wish the cybersleeves are gone. Those things do not look comfortable.

Like Robby, Mo should feel weirded out by the emotional link, the cybersleeves, and the Terrans occasionally but not as much as Robby. Other than that, she acts like a nine year old with high emotional intelligence.

Writers should avoid treating official media as their personal fanfiction.

[birchbow]

Gotta know: is there an under ground “help I thought everyone was joking but FUCK I fell in love with feeder vantas” support group? I can’t stop imagining the “you are not immune to propaganda” meme with karkat’s face on it and it’s becoming an Issue

I mean i there definitely a thread on some fleet intranet chatboard somewhere???? Yes lmao. "help oh shit he's so competent for a little mutant freak who doesn't even paint his FACE i can see his whole FACE I hate him!!!!" and "he told me and my friend to settle down and stop bitching at each other oh my god i thought he was actually going to step in between us to stop us for a second ahhh" and "I can't stop staring at his horns do you think he likes them played with?" and "I can't stop staring at that RACK do you think he likes them played with?" all coexisting in agonized harmony lolololol

[raddagher]

"The internet messenger" makes Harley sounds so much like a grandpa, and I'm here for it.

Actually it's intRAnet, they do not have the internet and if they did they would have long dissolved into doing nothing but playing fortnite. Except Harley who would just use it to listen to NPR podcasts or something

[drelldreams]

Mass Effect Lore: Common technologies in the 2180's (Part 1: Omnitool)

This post is both a collection of canon technologies in the Mass Effect universe, and personal headcanon which may be borrowing common concepts from sci fi.

Part 1 will be dedicated to solely the omnitool, because omnitools provide the user with such a huge amount of features that they deserve their own post.

What is an omnitool?

The omnitool is a microchip implanted underneath the skin which upon activation, can project a holographic screen as well as a holographic keyboard to navigate said screen. However, omnitools can also be navigated via voice demands. Omnitools provide a variety of functions and can do pretty much anything that a computer, smart watch, phone, calculator or tablet could do.

Omnitool activation could be done vocally via a spoken password or in a tactile manner such as touching one‘s forearm in a certain rhythm and pattern.

Microfabricators can generate objects out of microplastic particles, but it isn‘t possible for an object to generate if the omnitool consists merely an implant under the skin. (I don‘t see how that‘s possible without space magic..)

Therefore an additional bracelet has to be worn, which contains the microparticles out of which an object can be forged.

The omnitool can be synced with the translator implant, updating the translator with new translation software.

What can the omnitool do?

Canon:

Allows communication via voice calls, video calls, voice messages and text messages

Provides intranet, internet and extranet access

Allows upload and download of data

Can be used for videography and photography

Can be used to play music

Can provide a flashlight

Provides a wide array of general programs, calendars, navigation programs and maps, note apps, alarms, games and more

Can be used for hacking, coding and decryption

Special programs can be used to utilize the microfabricator to form objects; if the bracelet is charged with certain particles it can also be used to fire particles which are commonly used for combat (incinerate or cryo blast function, for instance)

But that‘s the boring shit. That‘s what phones, tablets and computers can do nowadays, and the combat stuff is covered in the game.

Here‘s my headcanons added to it.

What special functions can an omnitool have?

It can fire fire extinguishing particles. (No pun intended) Meaning that little bracelet actually could serve as a fire extinguisher, using microparticles to extinguish fire.

The microfabricator should be able to forge any tool, such as a screwdiver out of microplastic. That explains why quarians seem to be able to fix things with just their omnitool. No need to take a toolbox with you when you‘ve got your omnitool.

Omnitools should be able to do anything that an advanced calculator can, meaning omnitool calculators provide more functions than a regular phone or tablet calculator. Basically that chip has a build in college level calculator.

Communication aid programs coupled with visors or smart lenses can scan and analyze the body language and facial expressions of conversation partners, listing likely interpretations for those who struggle to read other species.

More advanced omnitool models should be able to aid you with repairs, as well. Take a scan of a broken piece of tech and the omnitool might come up with a diagnostic of it and giving suggestions how to fix it. That would explain why everyone in ME seems so tech savvy - actually the omnitool just provides a ton of help.

Omnitools are capable of measuring pulse, heart rate, blood oxygen, blood sugar levels and blood pressure. They also can monitor sleep quality and duration. Steps taken during the day and stability of walking. Basically they have all the functions of a smart watch.

Just like you can fire a neural shock to disable someone, you can fire a targeted shock in form of a heart defibrillator to revive someone.

Other medical programs provide build in fever thermometer scanners.

Omnitool scans using medical scanners can also provide diagnostic aid, scanning for abnormalities and injuries. The most advanced models are capable of scanning broken bones, essentially having the function of x ray scans.

Certain programs give the user the ability to stimulate the vagus nerve to aid against stress or depression. If nerve stim programs for sexual stimulation are a thing, then this should be within the realms of possibility too. It is possible that this might require a piece of hardware to be synced to, however.

Omnitools also make great morning alarm clocks, being capable of emitting light that emulates a sunrise filling the entire room to wake up a person. The vital scanner takes note of your awakening, which causes the alarm to slowly stop, dimming the lightning and turning down the music volume (if you’ve set a music alarm) slowly.

Some people also like receiving comfortable vibrations through their body through their omnitool to wake up from their sleep.

Other handy stuff that you could fabricate using the microplastic fabricator (aside from blades and tools): cutlery, bowls and cups, razor blades, hair brushes and combs, scissors. Yeah, you‘re gonna have kids in class who forgot to bring their scissors and cut out stuff with omnitool fabricated scissors.

[jmauldin]

Season’s Greetings, IDSers!!! A ten year Christmas Special re-issue is on tap for a few of our favorite characters. Thanks again to @BradOxnam & Cassie Hamilton for voicing their roles ten years ago!!

The IDS celebrates Christmas with a classic episode of The Bickersons. The commercial material in this episode is from another radio series entitled Suspense but somehow felt apropos for this endeavor. Enjoy the egg nog and this episode! Thanks!

[elecaliceworks]

[Be Somewhere Plays]

[It starts showcasing a computer lab in "Real Life", at night. It shows the computers being connected via LAN and wires]

[Then, it shows the wires turning into an actual map, of the "InnerSpace" of the computers and the "Intranet" of the computer lab. And the computers are also connecting to the "Internet".]

[And then it shows more to the Internet, it shows more about it, being more like an actual city, roads, and the programs are actually sentient]

[And it finally shows a close-up of Feroma. She's "offline", with her eyes closed. But then she shows her going "online", with her eyes opening with a determined eye expression, while not showing expression on her mouth. And the camera gets a bit farer of her, and it shows the rest of the Virus Deleters]

________

Yeah. I got inspired by the MM Megamix fan animation...

I got daydreamy about my project "Virus Deleter". I'm currently deciding to make it into a Webcomic.

While this decision is was not new, for a moment I thought on making Virus Deleter into a 3D Animation (inspired by a ruby series. If you know you know) but I couldn't make it since my current computer would explode.

So yeah, I'll be planning more about the comic aspect more. But I need to practice more on how to do it. I'm not that experienced on making comics, apart of some cases.

I really want to make "Virus Deleter". I want to tell the story of a antivirus battling virus and protecting the virtual world.

[containatrocity]

"If I'm there to catch you when you fall- You'll have a friend down in Hell after all..." The last week had been. Weird, to say the least, busy, marked with work- restoring the intranet, checking on injured friends and looking after Russell to lighten Sissy's load- It had been almost an act of desperation, radioing G and Wren to see if they had the time to sit around and play something, anything, to pass the time, to latch onto a little normalcy around the stress of trying to 'live in the after' for what felt like the hundredth time that year. They were down a few members, Cyan and G slumped onto a dirty couch in the Romero garage, feet propped up and guitars across their laps, Wren absently playing a wooden box between her feet for percussion- it was a break from reality.

Reality comes creeping alongside Hunter Hilton, who is also creeping further out of town than Cyan tends to see him. "And if you're there to catch me when I fall- Then maybe Hell ain't so bad-" He lifts a hand, waving slightly to quiet the instruments. "You lost, Hilton?" Comes the question, a raised brow over sunglasses quickly tucked into his hair. "If you're trying to round two Mo, he's not here." Word traveled fast, it seems.

@oxtofmydcpth

[the-perverse-library]

Have you gotten help on increasing your copy count Divisia?

'Well... I did have a visit from a big fan." The purple Splixson grinned as she lounged on her bed. "Who knew that Gwen Tennyson was a huge pervert!" Divisa giggled to herself as she poured herself a drink. "That gorgeous redhead watches my videos and streams and heard about my desire to increase my doubling ability." A smile played on her lips. "She offered to pump me full of mana as long as she got to star in my next stream... even promised to put in a good word in for me."

The Splixson flicked on her screen as she watched the introduction of her latest Intranet video. The alien smiling as she watched Gwen use her magic to tentacle-fuck tens of her clones at once while eating her out. "She is just a pearl!"

[aerodaltonimperial]

Now you know how I feel

please !

(lol - this is NSFW, cut offered)

Time is moving so slowly Hook is pretty sure it's going backwards.

It's not like he hasn't had just an absolute helluva night. After all, last night went from middling-poor to horrendous to amazingly fucking great in a span of about two hours, and, like, okay, this morning? Waking up and being able to roll over, slot his arm around Danhausen's waist? Fucking outstanding. 10/10, no notes.

But now they're standing shoulder-to-shoulder at the front desk because heaven forbid this cesspool of a motel have automated check-out, listening to the dulcet sounds of the clerk's porn playing behind the counter.

The guy is counting out the money one bill at a time, licking his fingers between every bill. There has got to be so much cocaine residue on that, holy shit, and what kind of fucking place demands cash in this day and age? Now Hook has to hunt down the reimbursement form on the company intranet, which he could be doing now, but the moans are making him so uncomfortable that he sort of can't move. His fingers twitch ever so slightly in his jogger pockets.

"Thirty-one," the clerk mutters. Another moan, accompanied by some sort of slap. A pause. "Thirty-two."

Dear god in heaven, he's going to do this through the whole stack. The entire stack. Which, thankfully, isn't all in ones, because Hook isn't a stripper. But it's so slow Hook thinks the entire lobby has been transported into another dimension. A painful dimension.

Another moan, with a breathy, "give it to me, daddy," and Hook is going to tunnel straight through the floor to the other side of the earth. China has to be better than this. It has to be.

"Forty-two," the clerk says, licking a stripe down his thumb.

A low groan. Another smack. Something wet-sounding.

"Oh my god," Danhausen breathes, face twisted into something caught between horror and incredulity.

"Forty-three." The clerk looks up. He makes eye contact, like a sociopath. "You guys have a fun night last night?"

"What?" Danhausen sort of squeaks. Hook has never heard him make that noise before.

"You know," the clerk says. Shrugs. "Fun?"

"—oh, yeah, fuck that pussy, fuck that—"

"It's all there," Hook blurts out, and grabs Danhausen's arm. Nope, nope, nope; he is out of here. This is absurd. He wants to die. "We don't need a receipt."

He practically flies them out of the lobby and into the blissfully cool air outside that doesn't smell like moldy carpet and fifty years of constant cigarette smoke.

"How are we going to get reimbursed without a receipt?" Danhausen asks. "Accounting is very prickly about these things."

"I don't care," Hook moans. "Christ, we need to leave this place immediately. I can never be in this state again. C'mon, let's go."

"The car isn't here," Danhausen tries, but allows himself to be pulled towards the road.

"Then we are hitch-hiking," Hook hisses. "Get your thumb up."

[cadaver-anthology]

-> Screw this, be Revita.

You are now Revita Anfels. You are a Securityrra- Uh, hey, are you, you know, alright? You good there?

Oh yeah. You are fine. You are perfectly.......

okay.

Y'know what's a funny thing about narrating? You write something in present tense and people assume that it's current events.

You've never really been a liar, but truth's your game and you know a thing or seven about stretching it. Anyway, let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we?

You are then Revita Anfels. You gotta excuse the way this place looks now, it sorta scanned weird and you don't really feel like fiddling with it again. It's taken forever as it is.

You are a Securityrranizer at Lows Orbit Station Archive of the Proxima Deimos colony system, and you are currently investigating the murder of your moirail and nursing a massive headache. On the top of it, becxause you like to multitask, you are trying to get this chick from the Mortuary wing into your pitch quadrant for at least seventy minutes.

From experience you know that seventy minutes is just about right for a kismesistude.

This chick has figured that since nobody is being her for the moment, she is going to work on her book in her head and is playing some music in the background while she is at it. She has just told you this.

You were under the impression that she's just promised to you to help you with the aforementioned investigation. Oh yeah, you sort of didn't mention that you and Feratu were palemates. That's not lying, though, that's omitting unimportant details. Tolpen doesn't need to know that, it actually has no impact on your investigation.

You once again try to peek into Tolpen's head to see what she is thinking about this whole case, but you don't get to see any thoughts, and your headache only gets worse. For some reason you can't use your psychics on her; you can't even tell whether she is lying or not. That's kinda sus.

Tolpen montions for you to follow her, which you do, and heads back to the Mortuary wing. You don't like the Mortuary. It's cold and full of dead bodies. It doesn't help that the chick stomps to the archive grounds and pulls out the cold cadavers of your past colleagues.

You, uh, tactfully offer your assistance with the upcoming autopsy, but aparently you're pale enough in the face that Tolpen tells you to just wait outside and not get under her feet. Oh thanks god.

Outside of the autopsy block you get bored quickly, so you pull out the laptop and look Tolpen Xlibri up in the LOSA's intranetwork.

She's a teal, legitier 2, kinda new wet blanket here, she got here straight after her Harrows, which doesn't happen often. Like you she was hatched on Proxima Daimos; neither of you have actually seen the Homeworld McWigglerplanet. She logs on her intranet accoutn exactly once a week for sixteen minutes at the end of which she sends her report-card to the accounting, and then logs off. You conclude that she's an off-line person.

Which sucks, because this investigation is going to be a lenghty on, you won't be able to do it full-time, and you'll need to keep in touch,

You take the liberty of setting up a Trollian account for her and make a quick trip back to Security wing to retrieve a sort of asthmatic but still functional husktop that nobody's going to mix.

When Tolpen emerges after a couple of hours from the autopsy block, exhausted and with blood stains in her face, she informs you that she will ahve to make laboratory analysis of samples, and that she'll get to you once she has it.

You don't ask her why she doesn't let someone else do it, because you don't want anyone else to know. Tolpen Xlibri is already too much of a liability. Someone doesn't want this investigation to go on, hence why the autopsies were denied in the first place, it's a no-brainer.

You give her the husktop with the brand new Trollian client installed on, and then you part ways.

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