[Event] If you want to get out alive...
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shieldacademyauThose that sleep will awaken to a pitch black room with nothing but the faint red glow of the emergency lighting. This glow seemed to frame the ceiling of the room and gradually pulsate between a dimmer glow to a glow almost bright enough to read by then back down again. Every electronic device in the entire academy, dorms, and general building on the SHIELD grounds would display a black DOS-like screen with bright crimson lettering that read a simple, cryptic message.
Activating the new message brings up another black screen with a mostly legible message to the students of SHIELD Academy. This ominous message doesn't seem to be salvageable by even the most brilliant of computer programmers. The file is just corrupt and there is nothing that can be done for it. It's a wonder the thing opened at all, to be honest.
Those that didn't sleep would have found the lights had suddenly gone off around 0400. Shortly following the assumed harmless power outage, the usually white glowing strips lining the edges of every room would have faded to a red that indicated a warning. The red lettering on the screens would have followed after that and finally, a good ten minutes into the disquieting silence, the blue message alert appeared. They would have found their doors locked, and the windows all barred by solid adamantium panels.
There is no riddle to be had here, no teacher seems to be present to consult. The students were alone, required to rely on eachother, their own cunning, and their unique abilities.
For those poor souls trapped in the Hazard Room, well... just don't make any sudden movements. The training protocols seem to still be active. Fortunately, they are set on moderate difficulty. You had been looking to hone your skills and blow off a little steam. Well, you just got your wish.
Mod Notes: Treat this post like a mingle-log. OOC plotting can be found here.
Targets and Weaponry: SHIELD bots come in a variety of sizes from no more than a foot in height to nearly four feet and come armed with a plethora of weapons designed to subdue and capture. Weapons designed specifically to counter the abilities of those that live here, just in case they lose control.
Small built-in turrets keep hidden behind sleek panels in the ceilings of most hallways and in the ground outside. These turrets fire wide range of power nullifying munitions as well as good old fashioned taze rounds.
Targeting sensors on all the machines and turrets use facial recognition to identify each student. Their powers and weaknesses are recorded in the main SHIELD database, which it refers to and decides the best course of action.
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Activating the new message brings up another black screen with a mostly legible message to the students of SHIELD Academy. This ominous message doesn't seem to be salvageable by even the most brilliant of computer programmers. The file is just corrupt and there is nothing that can be done for it. It's a wonder the thing opened at all, to be honest.
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Those that didn't sleep would have found the lights had suddenly gone off around 0400. Shortly following the assumed harmless power outage, the usually white glowing strips lining the edges of every room would have faded to a red that indicated a warning. The red lettering on the screens would have followed after that and finally, a good ten minutes into the disquieting silence, the blue message alert appeared. They would have found their doors locked, and the windows all barred by solid adamantium panels.
There is no riddle to be had here, no teacher seems to be present to consult. The students were alone, required to rely on eachother, their own cunning, and their unique abilities.
For those poor souls trapped in the Hazard Room, well... just don't make any sudden movements. The training protocols seem to still be active. Fortunately, they are set on moderate difficulty. You had been looking to hone your skills and blow off a little steam. Well, you just got your wish.
Mod Notes: Treat this post like a mingle-log. OOC plotting can be found here.
Targets and Weaponry: SHIELD bots come in a variety of sizes from no more than a foot in height to nearly four feet and come armed with a plethora of weapons designed to subdue and capture. Weapons designed specifically to counter the abilities of those that live here, just in case they lose control.
Small built-in turrets keep hidden behind sleek panels in the ceilings of most hallways and in the ground outside. These turrets fire wide range of power nullifying munitions as well as good old fashioned taze rounds.
Targeting sensors on all the machines and turrets use facial recognition to identify each student. Their powers and weaknesses are recorded in the main SHIELD database, which it refers to and decides the best course of action.
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Date: 2014-08-26 12:32 am (UTC)"Pardon me. I didn't mean to interrupt your date," he smirks as he steps up, studying the computer, with narrowed eyes. He's looking for a monitor and a keyboard, something he can use to 'talk' to the computer in a more traditional means.
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Date: 2014-08-26 12:32 pm (UTC)"Excuse me, but some of us are trying to stop the AI from releasing deadly Neurotoxin into the facility," Wheatley responds smartly. "I was in the middle of something and you're interrupting. Now, if you'll pardon me."
He cleared his throat again and then glanced at the human nervously. They watched with those beady little eyes of theirs and oh, did it unnerve him. Why did humans always stare?
"Could you turn around, please? I can't continue to hack the system if you continue to stare at me."
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Date: 2014-08-28 09:39 pm (UTC)"Mmmm. Go ahead and talk to it, if you'd like. It won't bother me."
He's fairly adept at blocking things out if necessary.
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Date: 2014-08-31 11:46 pm (UTC)"Right, so, bringing up the command prompt is really going to get you very far. JIM is a sophisticated system, you know. Typing in a few .exe files aren't suddenly going to have him handing over all security systems. You have to trick him into believing that you're doing him a favor, you know. Offer him, I don't know, what do you humans eat... oh, a pizza! Yes, say 'Hullo, JIM, lovely evening and I thought perhaps you'd like a pizza! If you'll just open the door a bit I could deliver it. It's a rather delicious pizza, you know, lots of little bits of onion and those tiny salted fish that I've heard you enjoyed so much.'"
Wheatley grinned, knowing with absolute certainty that his little charade will work. "That's how you get inside the mainframe. None of that little tippytap typing that you're on about."
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Date: 2014-09-10 06:02 pm (UTC)Four doesn't look over at him, unswayed by his ramble. His eyes narrow as he concentrates.
"Fine, you buy him a pizza and tell him a story, but so far, all of your sweet-talking doesn't seem to be doing much good."
In other words, they haven't shut this thing down yet.
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Date: 2014-09-13 05:18 pm (UTC)He looked around, studying the little buttons and dials until he discovered something that looked to be a large, circular port where a computer could hook himself in. Perfect.
"Now, all I need to do is insert..."
Wheatley shoved his index finger into the the circular port and was suddenly met with an electric shock. He yelped and collapsed onto the floor, holding his hand to his chest.
"Bloody hell, JIM! That was uncalled for!"
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Date: 2014-09-23 05:18 pm (UTC)Four took note, listening when Wheatley talked about a port to plug something into because that made a good deal of sense. He could see where the boy was going with that.
At least until he stuck his finger in it and got shocked. Four sighed and abandoned what he was doing to crouch down next to Wheatley, eyebrows raised as he inspected him. "Maybe not your finger. If we had a laptop or a phone we could plug in, something that wasn't corrupted that might work."