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Quoted By: >>5590118
> [[ Encrypted Chat ]]
> [ w0rm ] » HEY BARBIE
> [ stingray ] » Barbie?
> [ w0rm ] » ye
> [ w0rm ] » u like it huh? (≧◡≦)
> [ w0rm ] » i have been
> [ w0rm ] » tryn 2 think of a good pet name 4u 4a while
> [ stingray ] » Why Barbie.
> [ w0rm ] » ur cute and real stingrays have barbs
> [ stingray ] » Worm.
> [ w0rm ] » worm!
> [ stingray ] » I’m going to be busy for a bit, so don’t message me. Auto-responder is going on.
> [ w0rm ] » (︶︹︶)
Tucking your PDA into your bag, you peek out from your hiding spot in the tree lawn of artificial shrubbery against the inside perimeter of the Marion Center’s fencing. This is an incursion, and architecture is on your side. The main building has clear signage pointing to the entrances, as well as glass windows and doors that provide a view of the interior. The premises are wide-open, affording clear lines of sight to the facilities. The exterior is mostly parking lot by surface area. You can’t help but grimace at the strangely-suburban sight, a common trend among upper-class facilities further from Freeland’s heart. There’s enough space here to rehome half the Avenue. This late at night—or early in the morning, depending on your frame of reference—it is almost completely unused.
The outer Districts promise an easy life, and those that pursue it prefer to engage with human elements, having ironically refused to psychologically accept the very technologies they’ve installed elsewhere being used against them. To this end, there are no surveillance drones: just security guards, that you imagine are mostly for show and likely not equipped with dangerous weapons. Patrolling the outer perimeter is the responsibility of a single grunt, and now that he is gone from this side of the premises, you emerge from the plastic brush and make your move, skulking toward the building on the cover of night and praying there’s no rich nocturnal gym-bunnies out here ready to bust your operation.
Inquiring minds might ask: <span class="mu-i">why</span> are you invading some kitschy upscale health center like it’s a government blacksite, again?
> [[ Continued ]]
> [ w0rm ] » HEY BARBIE
> [ stingray ] » Barbie?
> [ w0rm ] » ye
> [ w0rm ] » u like it huh? (≧◡≦)
> [ w0rm ] » i have been
> [ w0rm ] » tryn 2 think of a good pet name 4u 4a while
> [ stingray ] » Why Barbie.
> [ w0rm ] » ur cute and real stingrays have barbs
> [ stingray ] » Worm.
> [ w0rm ] » worm!
> [ stingray ] » I’m going to be busy for a bit, so don’t message me. Auto-responder is going on.
> [ w0rm ] » (︶︹︶)
Tucking your PDA into your bag, you peek out from your hiding spot in the tree lawn of artificial shrubbery against the inside perimeter of the Marion Center’s fencing. This is an incursion, and architecture is on your side. The main building has clear signage pointing to the entrances, as well as glass windows and doors that provide a view of the interior. The premises are wide-open, affording clear lines of sight to the facilities. The exterior is mostly parking lot by surface area. You can’t help but grimace at the strangely-suburban sight, a common trend among upper-class facilities further from Freeland’s heart. There’s enough space here to rehome half the Avenue. This late at night—or early in the morning, depending on your frame of reference—it is almost completely unused.
The outer Districts promise an easy life, and those that pursue it prefer to engage with human elements, having ironically refused to psychologically accept the very technologies they’ve installed elsewhere being used against them. To this end, there are no surveillance drones: just security guards, that you imagine are mostly for show and likely not equipped with dangerous weapons. Patrolling the outer perimeter is the responsibility of a single grunt, and now that he is gone from this side of the premises, you emerge from the plastic brush and make your move, skulking toward the building on the cover of night and praying there’s no rich nocturnal gym-bunnies out here ready to bust your operation.
Inquiring minds might ask: <span class="mu-i">why</span> are you invading some kitschy upscale health center like it’s a government blacksite, again?
> [[ Continued ]]
