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adstring_npc) wrote2009-07-30 02:04 pm
adstring_npc) wrote2009-07-30 02:04 pm
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{Unified Universe Project}[Accidental Video]
[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.]
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.]
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