[ problematic. that's the word he would pick. his device vibrates, pulling him away from his current objective and he's left sucking in a hiss through his teeth because that's not—is anyone looking? how long has his screen been open? he'd opened the message thoughtlessly, taken a sip of his drink, and yeah. yup. mhm. choking's nice. feels great. sputtering ( jesus, oliver, how old are you? ) only draws more attention and he sinks in his seat and cups his hand over the screen, desperately longing for privacy covers. composing a reply takes a few minutes, perhaps longer, as he tries to wrap his head around why this happening; he can grasp the what.
because he does ( god help him ) recognize those thighs and the username. but just to be sure: ]
Wynonna?
[ what else is there to say? he doesn't want to come across as over or under enthusiastic but the photograph's coming from out of nowhere. ]
[ God, that might be the worst one yet, she thinks, as she gets the text and then scrolls back to see the rest of their chat history — brief, because Oliver doesn't really seem like one to spend hours texting when he can just meet up in person for the same convo — finally getting glimpse of the pic that's been sent out.
There's probably a way to salvage this that doesn't end terribly, horribly awkward, but right now she can't seem to locate it, breathing out a long sigh before finally replying. ]
Wynonna's not here right now, please leave a message.
[ privacy is important. digging into the personal lives of others has shown him that nothing put into an email or a text is as secret as it seems. it can be uncovered. he’s paranoid, that’s true but there’s something about face-to-face interactions that he prefers that has nothing to do with not leaving a trail to unravel. and this? this is an intrusion of privacy in the strictest sense.
he can delete it for wynonna’s sake but he can’t unsee it. ]
It's not that I'm unreceptive. [ isn't she everyone's type? ] But that had to be for someone else.
[ Join the club, Oliver, there's a lot of things Wynonna wishes she could unsee that are now burned into her consciousness, or lingering behind like an Etch-a-Sketch that's held its sketch too long and leaves those little magnetic traces of the image long after it's been erased.
It's not the most damning photo, and there's no easy way to discern that those thighs, that hand are her own, and she can't imagine he'll hold onto it for any reason, but it changes things, much as she wishes it wouldn't. ]
It was. Obviously. Seems to be a lot of that going around lately. They haven't gotten to you too, have they?
[ oh, he’s in the club. he has the tacky ball cap to prove it. purging it from his mind is impossible, all they can do is carefully navigate around the photo. they’re both adults. with some cooperation, they can put it behind them. in another circumstance, he would save it. seeing a friend in a compromising position ( unless it’s from her collection ) makes want him to defend her. she seems to be doing just fine with that on her own. ]
You mean messages firing off to the wrong people? This is the first I’ve heard of it. I have a friend here. She might be able to lock your device down against future attacks. [ as for what’s currently circulating .. she’s made plenty of things disappear in the past. ]
[ I saw a bunch of scarring images and all I got was this lousy t-shirt, et cetera and so on. Look, you don't get to be Wynonna Earp without sidestepping any and all healthy acknowledgment of things, and that obviously extends to misfired half-nudes she's clearly masturbating in. Although she'd appreciate the defense if ever she found out about it. ]
It's been happening to me all day, both on the sending and receiving side. Someone's clearly having a field day accessing all of our info.
Oh, you mean Felicity? Yeah, I've met the walking Genius Bar already and you know, it didn't even occur to me to ask but thanks for the suggestion.
They won't get away with it. Accessing that many files, circulating them to countless recipients. It's sloppy work. [ what's their angle? hacking's a tool that oliver's relied on to be discreet. these people, whoever they are ( and he's assuming it's a team ) aren't operating under the radar. he's no overwatch but he knows a thing or two about getting into systems. ] They're either showing off and they're going to get caught, or they're drawing attention away from something else and they're going to get caught.
You've met Felicity? [ there's a story there, one that connects the dots between oliver and her because he never namedropped. ] You should ask her. She likes to help people and she's good at it.
Not that I have any idea how to speak techno-babble, but do you think they care about getting caught? Or is it just them trying to stir up as much shit as they can to, like you said, distract from something else instead?
[ she's pretty sure her friendship with felicity doesn't need to be a secret, and the other woman's mentioned oliver enough times in various contexts that their linkage was destined to come up sooner or later. ] Back when everyone's clones were online doing the nasty. Including ours, apparently. Nothing brings people together more than those painfully awkward sitches, right?
Pretty sure it's just a sequence of 0s and 1s. [ nobody's laughing, oliver. ] Hard to say without more intel. I guess I'd like to assume that if it's an information grab, they're throwing representatives of Duplicity and of the L.I.E.S. program in with the rest of us. If we can get a list of who they hit, we might be able to pinpoint what the real target is. Unless it's discord for the sake of it.
[ some people really like to stir the pot. ]
Like this, for instance? [ he may have ( possibly ) seen that video. maybe. ] I'm happy something good came out of that.
I mean, I can think of why I'd do something like this, but my reasons are less complicated and more about just trying to throw as much of a wrench in the system as possible. And I wouldn't be hacking us.
Or like this. [ she'd definitely caught a preview herself. ] She's a good person. I get why you're friends and not just for the tech support.
From what I've gathered, most people here would share that sentiment, including me. It might not be one of us. [ us being people seized from their lives and thrown into captivity. ] What they're hoping to gleam from our dirty secrets is beyond me.
Or to suss out where the real insubordinate people are meeting. [ he doubts that those that have experience are stupid enough to communicate on these devices but the younger people — the ones that haven't lost enough, killed enough, been broken down completely — are too bold for their own good. ] It could be anything.
[ yeah, there are worse things than nudes. at least it's a good photo? ]
You caught me. My opinion of you is entirely based on appearance. We wouldn't be talking right now if you weren't a 10. [ he went to doucheschool, okay. he can rock this. ]
I just hope it doesn't lead to anyone getting in serious trouble. [ because she can handle herself and the consequences she bears for choosing to rebel, but it gets trickier for her when seemingly innocent people start stirring up shit.
there's only so much reach she has to protect them. ]
Lucky for you, I've been told I rank at least a 11.5. [ good thing she knows you're faking it, oliver. ]
You and me both, partner. [ case in point: now even more people know what her ass looks like, so maybe she should just resign herself to the possibility of more of that getting out. at least she doesn't keep any of her worst secrets in the cloud. ]
Okay. The truth? [ so far this has been a light running joke. well-intended, playful. ( and she's probably still messing around but be honest shines a new light and holds him accountable. ] It's the dimples.
[ oh. well, she has one or two go-to body parts that she tends to fall back on most often in terms of bragging on herself, but that's not one she necessarily gets feedback for all that often.
(he could've said ass.) ]
You caught me. They're the secret weapon. Gotten me out of more speeding tickets than I can count.
Okay, that's not entirely true, but wouldn't it be great if it was and I could deploy them at will?
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Date: 2019-01-20 03:59 am (UTC)because he does ( god help him ) recognize those thighs and the username. but just to be sure: ]
Wynonna?
[ what else is there to say? he doesn't want to come across as over or under enthusiastic but the photograph's coming from out of nowhere. ]
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Date: 2019-01-20 01:33 pm (UTC)There's probably a way to salvage this that doesn't end terribly, horribly awkward, but right now she can't seem to locate it, breathing out a long sigh before finally replying. ]
Wynonna's not here right now, please leave a message.
[ Lead with an attempt at humor? Maybe? ]
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Date: 2019-01-21 02:41 am (UTC)he can delete it for wynonna’s sake but he can’t unsee it. ]
It's not that I'm unreceptive. [ isn't she everyone's type? ] But that had to be for someone else.
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Date: 2019-01-21 01:09 pm (UTC)It's not the most damning photo, and there's no easy way to discern that those thighs, that hand are her own, and she can't imagine he'll hold onto it for any reason, but it changes things, much as she wishes it wouldn't. ]
It was. Obviously. Seems to be a lot of that going around lately. They haven't gotten to you too, have they?
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Date: 2019-01-21 11:38 pm (UTC)You mean messages firing off to the wrong people? This is the first I’ve heard of it. I have a friend here. She might be able to lock your device down against future attacks. [ as for what’s currently circulating .. she’s made plenty of things disappear in the past. ]
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Date: 2019-01-22 02:13 am (UTC)It's been happening to me all day, both on the sending and receiving side. Someone's clearly having a field day accessing all of our info.
Oh, you mean Felicity? Yeah, I've met the walking Genius Bar already and you know, it didn't even occur to me to ask but thanks for the suggestion.
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Date: 2019-01-22 09:15 pm (UTC)You've met Felicity? [ there's a story there, one that connects the dots between oliver and her because he never namedropped. ] You should ask her. She likes to help people and she's good at it.
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Date: 2019-01-22 09:37 pm (UTC)[ she's pretty sure her friendship with felicity doesn't need to be a secret, and the other woman's mentioned oliver enough times in various contexts that their linkage was destined to come up sooner or later. ] Back when everyone's clones were online doing the nasty. Including ours, apparently. Nothing brings people together more than those painfully awkward sitches, right?
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Date: 2019-01-23 12:17 am (UTC)[ some people really like to stir the pot. ]
Like this, for instance? [ he may have ( possibly ) seen that video. maybe. ] I'm happy something good came out of that.
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Date: 2019-01-23 03:02 am (UTC)Or like this. [ she'd definitely caught a preview herself. ] She's a good person. I get why you're friends and not just for the tech support.
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Date: 2019-01-28 12:53 am (UTC)[ it's not. ]
You're not so bad yourself as far as friends go.
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Date: 2019-01-28 01:27 am (UTC)[ but whatever, it could be worse than a few half-naked selfies tossed out there. ]
Are you sure you're not saying that just because you've seen what I look like without pants on?
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Date: 2019-01-28 06:52 am (UTC)[ yeah, there are worse things than nudes. at least it's a good photo? ]
You caught me. My opinion of you is entirely based on appearance. We wouldn't be talking right now if you weren't a 10. [ he went to doucheschool, okay. he can rock this. ]
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Date: 2019-01-28 12:25 pm (UTC)there's only so much reach she has to protect them. ]
Lucky for you, I've been told I rank at least a 11.5. [ good thing she knows you're faking it, oliver. ]
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Date: 2019-01-28 08:08 pm (UTC)[ he'll fight because it's the one thing he can do. ]
Don't sell yourself short. You could pull a 12 for your baseline.
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Date: 2019-01-29 02:05 am (UTC)It's the hair, isn't it? Be honest.
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Date: 2019-01-29 02:27 am (UTC)[ sorry, was he supposed to say ass? ]
But the hair's nice, too.
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Date: 2019-01-29 02:33 am (UTC)(he could've said ass.) ]
You caught me. They're the secret weapon. Gotten me out of more speeding tickets than I can count.
Okay, that's not entirely true, but wouldn't it be great if it was and I could deploy them at will?