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[codeoracle]

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text; after meeting with Yusuke

[crimeboy]

Hey Futaba, I got some kinda big-ish news. Bad news,
really. Not bad enough to panic right now, but I told Yusuke and I've gotta tell you too.

Akechi is claiming that Adachi, that adult with the dog from the cafe, is a murderer from Inaba. I'm inclined to believe him, if only because he has no real reason to lie about such a thing. What do you think?

Re: text; after meeting with Yusuke

[codeoracle]

You weren't kidding about bad news.

[Honestly, this should surprise her more considering Adachi was someone Yusuke knew and apparently trusted. At the very least he was among people the artist cared about considering he had received a warning about Akechi.

She wasn't quite sure what to think.]

Are we sure Akechi is telling the truth? Like you said, he doesn't have a real reason to lie...but he could be.

[lempereur]

[ This is probably something that needs to be addressed with everyone. Yusuke recognizes that, but he is in a state, and the others know why, but Futaba is the only one of them who has really been in a close enough place to understand. Today's new problem is unrelated to the Constellation, he thinks, he hopes, but he just...can't be crowded. ]

Have you been watching the news, Futaba? Did you see that parking lot that was torn to shreds?

[ Just in case, he sends the link to Brendan's BlueTube footage of the aftermath. ]

[codeoracle]

[She may be watching that footage on a loop. Kidding. She definitely is.

Most anyone could be convinced it's Yusuke, but there's just enough there for someone that has fought by his side for the better half of a year--someone that tracked every movement of her team--to notice as being significantly off.]

Saw the news. It doesn't really fit with the timeline of your movements...Speaking of, they do a good job imitating you at the start, but they really needed more research. They're all over the place.

text;

[lempereur]

You know that I care about you and Akira more than anything, right? That I still need you?

Re: text;

[codeoracle]

Of course I know that. But...Did something happen?

[Text]

[sleight_of_hand]

[ Adachi was going to call Futaba, but... she had said she used to be a shut in, right? Yeah, he'll stick with texting then. ]

Hey gremlin.
Are you busy?

[Text]

[codeoracle]

...Depends on what you need. It's been a day...

But I'm not actually /doing/ anything.

text;

[lempereur]

[ Since answering Alibaba in public is probably a bad idea... ]

I have not received any threats. The posters are likely some fool's idea of a joke.

What do you call it

Trolling?

[lempereur]

This is mildly related, but

I am quitting my job, do you want anything from there before I leave?

[Text]

[sleight_of_hand]

Hey~

Got a little mystery for you to go open sesame at. Up for the challenge~?

[PermaText]

[codeoracle]

I like challenges...What kind of mystery is it?

[Text | Something like 3 AM ]

[sleight_of_hand]

legit question

make out with someone dressed as a featherman knockoff

y/y??????

[codeoracle]

Follow-up/clarify: How good is the knock-off?

Text

[dun_moch]

Hello, Futaba. I trust you have been well since leaving the hospital.

Text

[codeoracle]

[ALERT ALERT. Futaba is kind of freaking out over what Dooku could want now.]

Definitely. Took it easy for a few days, but these nanites kind of really speed up that healing process.

Good as new, really.

[ Text ]

[axeboyfriend]

Excuse me. This is Futaba, right?
I'm Shinjiro Aragaki. Yusuke mentioned you.
I wanted to ask about making my device hack-proof. He said you can do it.
I'll pay you.

[ Text ]

[codeoracle]

So, he's spilling my secrets.

...What are you offering as payment?

text - some ungodly hour of the night

[beautiful_monster]

You awake?

Re: text - some ungodly hour of the night

[codeoracle]

Of course...what's up?

For Christmas

[bypasser]

[ Otabek leaves a package. It's neatly wrapped with a bow at one corner and a handwritten note tucked under the edge. Inside is this and the note says - ]

Futaba,

I thought you might like this. Happy Holidays!

- Otabek Altin

[Text | Image]

[sleight_of_hand]

[ Sometime after the Thieves' message goes up on the network, this pops up in Futaba's mailbox: ]

text; same pingback method as on the calling card

[hellrisen02]

[Delivered a few minutes after Count Dooku's post hits the network, this message arrives from another username that's a jumble of letters and numbers. But the signature is the same.]

[He doesn't know, yet, whether this is truly a group or merely an individual presenting themselves as one. He doesn't know much at all, which is rare for him and thus quite a gamble; but he suspects the involvement of one man in particular. If it's that guy's allies, it'll probably work out.]

That's one way to do things.

You've crippled one head of the organization. That's no joke. But the remnants of groups like this are always the real problem. You should clean them up before a new Constellation can be born. I intend to make it my project- should you wish to do the same, I offer my alliance.

Since you've proven your results, I'll give you a piece of information as a show of faith:

This imPort is an agent of Antares. Possibly "was"; at the moment I haven't verified whether her memories have been altered or if this is merely an act.

It'd be my suggestion that you keep her under surveillance, at least. My intuition is that she's one of the ones whose purpose within the organization was least pure. She may be responsible for many crimes committed under their banner.

I hope you'll continue to use that interesting ability of yours in the best interests of people.

(I think you have an ally that knows how to contact me. Use him to pass messages, if you prefer not to use this method.)

02

Re: text; same pingback method as on the calling card

[codeoracle]

You managed to find me, so I'm going to assume you're serious about wanting to pursue this avenue.

We, as a group, have been betrayed before. We do not trust lightly. We'll follow your lead and observe. If this leads somewhere--or if there is more...we will see what happens then.

(Our shared contact...People can be compromised, but if he has channels of communication with you, we may use that at times.)

-PT.

Text;

[sleight_of_hand]

Hey gremlin, up for a trip to New York to de-stress?

Text;

[codeoracle]

Depends on a few factors.

1. Who is going with us?
2. De-Stress??
3. Why New York?

April 3rd , 2018

[deathboss]

[There's a knock at Futaba's...window? Whoever did that moves away and goes to sit on the rooftop to wait for her to open it.

...hopefully it's the right one.]

I am. a slow bean.

[codeoracle]

[Knocks at her window at all hours of the night are not out of the norm for Futaba, quite the opposite really considering her friends' group. So it's with little surprise when she throws open her window and leans out, trying to see just who wanted her attention now.]

text | 5/2

[girlybruiser]

Good evening, Futaba-chan.
I have an inquiry.

perma-text. I am so sorry I am a late bean.

[codeoracle]

Oh? What kind of inquiry?

snail mail.

[oddbod]

[On the 31st, Futaba will receive an envelope in the mail containing one (1) car key and a piece of paper with a Nonah address written on it. The address leads to an abandoned farm in Nonah, and the key goes to the embarrassingly sporty car sitting in the driveway.

The hatchback went to the first taker, but its owner getting sent home freed up her other car as well. So congratulations random stranger, you've won yourself a free Mustang, complete with red leather seats. Enjoy it, it was absolutely purchased 100% with Clara's sister-in-law's drug money.]

text

[girlybruiser]

[ Futaba will get this message before Goro; she's the first one on Haru's mind. ]

Futaba-chan? Are you there?

text

[codeoracle]

Yes. Is something wrong?

[Because it sounds like something is wrong.]

text

[girlybruiser]

Futaba-chan, are you at home?

text

[codeoracle]

My room. Haven't left in...a few days.

[Oh boy.]

Action; backdated

[andtherevolution]

[Utena hasn't been at the house much lately, it's true, but it's not normal to go so long without seeing Futaba around. Maybe she's busy? She's probably just busy, but... She sighs, and gives her door a quick knock]

Futaba? It's me, Utena. Are you in there?

Action; backdated

[codeoracle]

[Futaba is definitely here. She has been for the past few days; that's mostly due to her having a stash of instant meals and sodas in her room. If anyone were to come in, they'd find her curled up on her bed, laptop in her lap and blankets draped over her liked a hooded cape.

She's half tempted to reply to Utena's knocking with a text message, but she thinks better of it after a moment.]

Yes. The door's open.

action;

[lempereur]

[ So. He's been gone for nearly nine months. At first he hadn't really realized it, the whole process of porting in and out was so exhausting that he ignored the new folder and just went home. To his old house, where his things are gone, where his roommates are gone, where his next door neighbor/well-established boyfriend is gone.

What would a normal person do? Scroll through the network until they find a name they recognize, probably. But not Yusuke, he's looking from door to door, until he finds someone he knows, someone who can make this sudden whiplash make sense.

Sorry, door to door? More like window to window. No number of months lost in the ether can take the Phantom Thief out of him. Yusuke is scaling buildings and peeking into windows throughout the (much smaller) imPort housing neighborhood in Heropa until he finds what he's looking for. A dark bedroom with an elaborate computer setup, and a painting he recognizes as his own on the wall. It must be Futaba's.

Hopefully, at least. If a stranger were to walk in and find Yusuke laying on their bed, it would be weird. This isn't weird at all. ]

action;

[codeoracle]

[Futaba had no idea what awaited her at home. She came into her room as she would any other day. Her attention wasn't directed at the bed, not at first.

First, she flicks on the light, quietly trying to shoo one of the cats away from her feet so she wouldn't trip as she moves to her computer. She idly clicks her mouse, display coming to life to show very little of interest if her disappointed sigh was anything to go by.

But then she's turning around with the idea of flopping on her bed and maybe playing some games--except there's someone on her bed. So she shrieks, grabbing some spare part haphazardly from her desk, prepared to chuck it--]

Inari?!?

[What. The. Fuck.]

untraceable text

[maskormods]

1st letter

V

s-e•-:-g-r
o-g•-s•
w-f•-h-a
o•-h-o
t-a-’-t-e
g-c-o-s-r•-r-a
c-h-h-h-m
c-o

text; whenever

[lempereur]

I remember something about the time I was gone.

A dream. You and I, dancing at an intersection in Shibuya.

I had the same dream again.

text

[codeoracle]

1. Weird dream.
2. Why were we dancing?
3. You had that dream here too??

I have more questions, but let's start there.

text

[girlybruiser]

The cipher was solved.

Re: text

[codeoracle]

I saw. Goro was getting close wasn't he? This solution makes me feel worse than the initial messages.

[PM]

[chainlinks]

Did you know there's an alternate universe Cake Knight called Batman here?

[This is an important question.]

Re: [PM] Now with me logged in the heck

[codeoracle]

I know!! The things here can be so weird...Pocket Monsters are a thing. I held one once, and one came to LeBlanc 2.0 for coffee and mystery solving