If you follow, there may be a tomorrow

[warriorscribe]

Characters: Whoever signed up for the hacking plot, and Enoch in the pre-plot mingle, March 10th
Setting: Secret floor for briefing/mingle, and places with terminals for the actual hacking action
Format: Do what you want!
Summary: Enoch doesn't do tech, himself, but he sure as hell can find people that can. It's a mad scramble for Dax's research before time runs out!
Warnings: Things may happen to those involved, and there's no telling what they'll find...

*Everyone who offered their services to the cause will receive a letter in their mailbox (except Mitchell, whom Enoch will contact with whatever method he left him with):

It's time. Meet me in the place.

When everyone is gathered in the secret room, Enoch has to take a moment to take in the sight of this odd group, one of which has endangered his life personally and deliberately. But that didn't matter now, not now when their worlds were at stake.*

You already know what I've gathered you all for. This is strictly for finding what Dax has left us. We must try not to alert Ruana - she is always awake now, so this will be difficult. Do nothing that would immediately draw her attention - do not pursue anything related to her, or to the number thirty-seven. Try to mask your steps, and the others', as well as you can. My role here is as a scribe - I will be making rounds among you and transcribing what you have found, and carrying any messages you may have for the others among the group. We will not escape punishment for this. If you wish to back out now, you may. But this is for our worlds. Does anyone have any questions before we go?

Comments

[doctor_dismemberment]

[How very intriguing... Richtofen wonders how many of Zo's units have been replaced thus far. He'll have to find out somehow.

But there's no use dawdling with only one more option left.

FAILSAFE.]

[animusnpcs]

In the event of my death, I have placed several alternative methods for the residents to obtain the information I have collected. With skill, they should be able to collect it all.

Skill, and not luck, because no one should trust their luck here.

In the event that my abilities are absorbed, know that mine are quite dramatic, but also require time spent gathering up energy in which I cannot use any abilities at all.

[doctor_dismemberment]

[More methods? Dax is nothing if not thorough. If there's more to find than what they've already discovered on the network, Dax must have a veritable goldmine of information to distribute. Richtofen almost salivates at the prospect.

He leans back in his chair, crosses his arms, and stares at the terminal. He raises his voice to speak to the others - no one in particular, just whoever isn't so wrapped up in their work that they'll care to listen to him.]

This is interesting. Could I get a second opinion on this? [He gives a low, idle hum.] Perhaps somebody who has had more of a chance to scurry around the Tower and cause mischief than the doctor?

[Translation: Dax is a douchebag who deemed other people more trustworthy than him, so maybe they'll have an idea as to what methods of information distribution he might have used.]

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch comes over to transcribe what's on Richtofen's screen and to address the issue.* I don't know if this is all. If there is, it's likely from earlier or marginally later than this... We know Jason was looking, as well, so if there was a physical copy of any of this he may have found it by now.

*So, perhaps, looking into Jason's areas? That's going to be interesting, considering it's likely Ruana's using them...*

...We should ask someone closer to Dax.

*He still doesn't want to point to the chipped units directly outside the secret room.*

[doctor_dismemberment]

Someone closer to Dax? [Richtofen turns to look over his shoulder, and gives Enoch a quick once-over.] Such as...?

[Computers aren't the only things he's trying to fish information out of today.]

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch taps his notebook. You just finished reading about her. You know, the one in the secret room.*

I'd rather not say their name. We must be very interesting to a certain someone downstairs by now. But you know who it is.