State Fairgrounds

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Once the pride of the state, the fairgrounds have since fallen into disrepair. Located between Necropolis and neighboring Independence, the grounds themselves have become a haven for the squalid underbelly of urban life. Transients, drifters and others with no other place to go can be found here amidst the faded signs and boarded up windows. Broken beer bottles and used hypodermic needles litter the area while old newspapers blow across the main yard and plaster themselves to nearby fences. Streetlights flicker overhead, casting their pale halogen glow across the dreary scene.

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Zara Schwartz (sluagh wilder): *Nope... clicka clacka...*

Zara Schwartz (sluagh wilder): *She does, however, first DIM the screen brightness way down. It takes little for her eyes to discern*

Zara Schwartz (sluagh wilder): *Google has made life easier, certainly - saved passwords, user history, internet handles...*

ALL the ST: Ouch. Light dimmed. Oh my, someone does not clear his cookies and even has automatic passwords up. As they say in the business, what would you like to know? Well, she gets that list of passwords, internet handles, and favored sites. Not hard to do.

Zara Schwartz (sluagh wilder): *Not just his passwords - his message boards, his contacts. They have cops? Fine, who needs cops. Does he have a boss?*

ALL the ST: He does have a job, and yes a boss. He works at Home Depot or the like.

ALL the ST: OOC: And sorry for the delay.

ALL the ST: Soon Zara has a list of scum and villainy

Zara Schwartz (sluagh wilder): *She attaches a few juicy screenshots to his gmail, sending it from his account to the corporate HR email, with handy identifying information. "Hello, I am Henry Clapper from Store #3487, and this is what I do on my weekends."*

Zara Schwartz (sluagh wilder): *Next up, she goes into google - following links and changing passwords - mostly to "Iamadoodoohead" or "Hitlersucks" or "F#cknazis."*

ALL the ST: Well, you can bet a major corporation won't tolerate that for long. Perhaps because they care, but more likely because they don't want the bad PR that might arise. Oh, and she got Harold Schmidt's contact info, and yes, his address in all this searching. ICE might be proud.

Zara Schwartz (sluagh wilder): *Delete, delete, delete confirmation emails. No, she does not want to save the new password in chrome. No, she does not want to update it. Some are trickier, and so be it - if she locks him out of a dozen, she'll be happy.*

ALL the ST: And yes, her password changes are quite , what's the word cathartic?

Zara Schwartz (sluagh wilder): *To finish off the chaos, she switches out his wallpaper to a laughing clown. In paint, she adds a note "Joke's on you! - Bubbles the Clown <3 :D <3 "*

ALL the ST: Slight shiver up her spine at the thought how much -that- might scare him. Oh yes.

Zara Schwartz (sluagh wilder): *Tonight's work done, she makes sure to wipe down any unintentional traces - no stray hairs, no fingerprints. The laptop's brightness is reset, and it is allowed to go to sleep. She drops a button on the cluttered floor - one insignificant and anonymous seeming black bit of plastic - but she has the rest of the blouse at home, to connect to the anchor here*

ALL the ST: And she slips out when she does, as easily as she slipped in, even easier. It is darker, and the moon betrays her not. Ghosts are only seen when they're actively haunting after all, and it is not time for that part of things-yet.

Zara Schwartz (sluagh wilder): *A good stretch of work... she is tempted to leave 1122 to report on his reaction in the morning....*

ALL the ST: The choice is hers to make, and we mere mortals may not know which she decides, for she is the night terror, the ghost, the raven, the spider friend and the avenger of the chosen. But for we mortals? This scene is ended.

ALL the ST: (End Scene. Thank you for flying All the ST Gamelines, we hope you travel with us again. )

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Dark business that seems only suitable for the streets takes place here. Footsteps echo down narrow pathways that wind between dilapidated buildings.
The Streets of Necropolis (0)
A slowly flickering streetlight illuminates this dark street. All roads though town lead to this main road. Shadowy figures dart in and out of alleyways, and only the brave or foolish remain here long.

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