{Unified Universe Project}[Accidental Video]

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[Two feet are sticking out underneath a desk. A moment passes, and Matthew walks into the scene.]

Greg.

[There's no response.]

Dumbass.

[There's still no answer, so Matthew kicks the feet. There's a thunking noise and Greg comes out from under the desk, looking annoyed.]

I was busy!

[Matthew shrugs.] I just found half the blankets.

[Greg is glaring at his cousin.] I hit my... what?

In the second warehouse. Twenty five of the blankets are sitting in the back.

[Greg blinks.] Why?

[Matthew shakes his head.] A better question might be who.

Who?

Why are you asking me?

You said... Look. [Greg gets up from the floor, sitting on a chair.] Who all knew we were doing that?

[Matthew holds up three fingers and counts them off.] You, me, botanist. And botanist couldn't carry that many. Besides, she's working on making new ones that change color.

No, she cou-- [Greg looks confused.] Change color?

[Matthew shrugs.] Someone told her they weren't special enough, so now she's got to make them do useless shit. It's a science thing, you wouldn't--

--Understand, right. [Greg sighs.] I didn't take them back. Did you?

[Matthew shakes his head.] No. It was hard enough to get them out there.

Then...

[Matthew fixes him with a steady look.] Then you didn't code it right, and someone else saw what we said that wasn't supposed to. I think you need to look at your security on that thing, [he gestures at the recording PCD], and... oh hell. It's on. It's on.

[Greg bolts across the room and shuts off the video feed.]

Comments

Matthew

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The second warehouse gets used too much. Unless the cameras got it then we have no clue, and idiot codemonkey needs to make sure the last post really was hidden before we can even poke at the camera feed.

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Looks like lots of work. So all the posts are accessible to all of you?

Matthew

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Me? No. I don't give a damn about that stuff.

Anyone who cares, yeah. Greg's supposed to be able to hide things, though. And he says that now the old one is secure. Fat lot of good that does.

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Oh well, as long as it works.

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And we don't get killed and wind up drooling idiots.

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Killed for such thing? Geez, you guys have it hard.

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He's being a melodramatic idiot.

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That sounds too much like communism to be true.

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Which, the dying or the melodrama?

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Both.

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Yeah, he'd fit in pretty well in old Russia, then.

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Indeed. So, what's the big deal with it?

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We don't want to breach our contracts by saying too much, but playing secretive and hiding all the information really isn't working for anyone.

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It never works well, especially here. People are not amused with secrets.

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Yeah, but have you ever told that to a boss? It doesn't sink in.

[alle-halle.livejournal.com]

That's the usual disease with all of them.

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One day maybe we'll get bosses that aren't lousy with people.