[BBS] + [ACTION] Bored to DEATH!

[redcinemareel]

[BBS]

[On the BBS, under a hacked cadet ID (which took days to even develop a program to do that), there is only a sound clip attached to an odd message:]

Red is the moonlight.
Pink are the stars that bind it.
It makes little sense.

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[Although anyone bothering to click on the sound clip will just wonder why there is one of a heart beat, it really is just there to spread a virus. It's nothing harmful. It just changes the text font to red for anyone that listens to the clip.

Why a virus?

Because Grell is bored, and wants to fix any laptops that may have contracted the virus she created, just to keep her busy. It's the perfect plan! She sends a virus, someone comes to her to fix it (hopefully her), she gets what she wants!

Who let her specialize in this...]



[ACTION]

[Grell, with her hair tied back into a messy bun, sits in the cafeteria, taking up an entire table due to her laptop being in pieces. The pieces aren't broken, and everything seems to be laid out atop the white table cover in an organized fashion. The cafeteria was the only place with good lighting and large enough tables to do this on. She seems quite focused and getting everything back together, even if it looks pretty impossible. Many tools used to deal with tiny screws and wires were either in her hands or on the table. It depends on when you catch her. There is even a can of compressed air on the table, because since she has her laptop open like this, it makes sense to clean any debris from it.

It's safe to say she won't be answering BBS messages for a while.]

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[fierybluebird]

[Oh that virus works all right. Marco comes running.]

Grell, Grell, help! [He's carrying his laptop. :3 Oops.]

[action]

[jointheclub]

Merlin's beard!

[Slughorn has wandered by, stopped to peer over her shoulder in the manner of the nosy, and has reacted to the sight in the way only a wizard can.]

What HAVE you done?

[thatched]

[Thatch spots her from behind. and what a vision! And it's just the person he was looking for]

Hello, o dark mistress of my heart.

[and because he's in an extremely good mood and feeling more than just a little daring, will plant a kiss on her head before sitting and setting down a slice of wrapped coconut creme cake he'd just happened to be carrying. (and also his laptop)]

I offer you cake and doe eyes and throw myself on your sweet sadistic mercies.

[redcinemareel]

[She looks up from shooting short streams of compressed air into a few crevices of her laptop.]

Yes, darling? [Oh, he's carrying his laptop. Could it be...?]

[redcinemareel]

[The statement of amazement startles her and almost makes her drop a screw, tiny enough to be lost forever, but she managed to catch it in time. Grell looks in irritation at the instructor.]

Instructor, I would appreciate a bit more tact, please. [Carefully, she places the screw onto the table with its brethren.] Is it not obvious of what I'm doing, if you really think with your mouth mostly closed?

[redcinemareel]

[Grell blinks from getting about half her laptop back together and turns, just in time for him to plant that kiss on her head. There is a wry smile from that, and seeing the cake brightens that smile. Luckily, there is a space for the cake to be set down.

She watches him sit across from him, listening to his honeyed words. The screwdriver she was using is twirled between his fingers, which are without gloves.]

I have a riding crop for that~! [GRINS]

[thatched]

[He was not really a riding crop kind of person but somehow he was finding the idea faintly appealing. Marco's fault.]

Oh ho. I think my computer just quivered in anticipation. Even my text is throbbing red with excitement.

[he rests his chin on the back of his hand and smiles at her]

Know anything about that, sweet fiend?

[redcinemareel]

[Grell glances to his laptop in question. So it's working, is it?]

Only that you're the second person who has come to me with such a problem. [She returns her attention to her laptop, screwing down a few wires.] Did you try adjusting your settings?

[thatched]

Oh is that so? [he doesn't know if he believes her or not. She seems casual enough but he knew better then to take such a woman lightly.]

Aye. I tried that, but it's not exactly my field of expertise. Hence the throwing myself at your feet. [not that it bothered him...and he could probably ask someone else but why would he when there was Grell, who was probably smarter than anyone else about things like this?]

[redcinemareel]

[She puts down her tools and stands, letting her finger take a swipe at the cake icing before licking it off rather well before standing next to him.]

There's no need for that~! I reserve that right for my enemies, even if I throw them down there myself. [She opens the lid and turns on the machine.] When did this problem start?

[thatched]

[he can't help but chuckle at that.] What if I like it down there?

[though he resists the temptation--well more habit, really-- to loop an arm around her waist as she comes to stand beside him]

This morning when I opened a weird attachment. [should have known better but he was a sucker for mystery. In either case, he shows her the post] The other guy have the same problem?

[redcinemareel]

Then who am I to inhibit your fetish? [Her fingers drum on the table rhythmically, waiting for it to start up. She does look to her watch, counting the seconds of how long it takes to become online.] It's slow. I may actually need that riding crop.

[Instead of simply grabbing her chair from the other side of the table, she simply takes the laptop and sits on his lap. The computer sits on her own lap while she opens the terminal.]

Yes, she said just as much, but she didn't say where she opened it from. [She ran the diagnostic command and read the output. The font there was all in red, as well. Her little present did more than she expected. She looks quite surprised, and honestly so.]

Even the output is red.

[thatched]

[He does loop his arms around her waist then, since she was right there and it only seemed gentlemanly. Not to mention her hair smelled good-- kind of familiar. Was Marco using her shampoo?]

Maybe if you tell me who she is, I can help her out. [he grins and wiggles his eyebrows. Though even as he's teasing, he watches her work, seeing what she opens and what she does.]

It seems everything is red, aye. Seems like it's right up your alley. [he flicks a strand of her hair] Secret admirer?

[redcinemareel]

[Marco is definitely using her shampoo. He doesn't want to admit that it makes his hair feel awesome and gives it a healthy sheen.

At hearing his interest in this mystery woman, Grell smiles. Oh, this will be a great opportunity to play matchmaker. Sort of.] Ah~? But what if she's shy?

[She looks to the screen, giggling at the thought of there being an admirer.]

Reaching out to me by violating innocent dolts who foolishly open Pandora's box? That may be my type~! [GRINS]

[thatched]

That makes the chase all the sweeter.

[shy ones were like a fine wine, so long as they weren't also virgins. He was a horny bastard but not a complete cad and he liked a woman who knew what to do with her hands. Though--probably not the best thing to dwell on too much in this situation.

He laughs at her words]

You are a cruel mistress, sweet lady. No wonder Marco adores you. [he bumps her shoulder affectionately with his chin] I don't think it's him, though. [sadly his beloved turkey wasn't either talented or suave enough to pull off something like this.]

[redcinemareel]

Then I'll have no choice but to describe her. [Grell tapped on the keys quickly, issuing out commands while a jumble of numbers and letters moved across the screen. Ah, she sees just how the virus changed so much beyond what she planned. Fates, she's good!] I hope you don't mind blondes with hair like silk.

[She glances to him at the shoulder nudge, giggling at the thought of Marco hunched over a computer.] Marco just has a high tolerance for many things, most of which I possess. [Her attention goes back to trying to delete a few root scripts.] His adoration does not stop with me, however.

[thatched]

I do have a preference for blonds. [and brunettes and redheads and green and blue and white and just about any color] But who cares about that. What's she like?

[he has no doubt what kind of tolerance she's talking about--as it most likely has to do with his ability to survive (and even enjoy?) chainsaws and whatever else she can put her twisted mind to. As to the second part] Aye, I know that well.

[how well can you guess?]

[mera_mera_ace]

[Finally registered for classes, Ace has received his laptop as well. Although upon his first time using it he noticed it to be acting different then the instructions led him to believe. After working with a few of his classmates, one of them told him to go ask Grell about it. That she was a wiz with computers.

Ace steps up beside Grell and smiles]

Hey there, sweetheart. I'm surprised Marco trusts Garden enough to let you roam around freely. Though I do get the feeling you can take care of yourself.

I was wondering...could you help me? One of the students said you fixed laptops.

[redcinemareel]

I'm not very familiar with her, but she seems as if she has a dry humour that I can appreciate. She dresses well, and is rather shapely. [Okay, now she was just going way off in describing the Pineapple Prince. But he does have a shape?]

Well, I should hope so! You'd crush him otherwise! [She taps a bit more before pausing and reading the screen. It would look super suspicious if she could disable the virus so quickly.] An interesting development... [She points to the screen for Thatch to see, showing the letters were now purple.]

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[redcinemareel]

[She looks up at him, blinking, because it occurs to her that Marco isn't around as much. Slowly, Grell puts down her tools before standing up abruptly.]

HOW COULD HE LET SOMEONE AS BEAUTIFUL AS I ROAM AROUND WITHOUT PROTECTION?! [She puts a hand upon her head.] What if affable wolves appear with their honeyed phrases and whisk me away?!

[redcinemareel]

[Oh, he has a laptop with him!

She tilts her head to one side.]

You haven't even been here a week and you already need repairs?

[mera_mera_ace]

I'm pretty sure you could handle those wolves, my dear.

And it's not my fault they're making me go to school. I don't know how to use this thing and no one bothered to try and show me. I just know it's not doing what the manual said it should do.

[fierybluebird]

I clicked on a voice thing, and now my computer's being weird.

[WAAAAAH. Also he's blushing. He KNEW that thing was weird. He's a sucker. Booooo....]

[redcinemareel]

[SIGHS]

Just because I can, doesn't mean I should.

[Hearing his statements makes her smile softly, so she gestures to a seat for him to take.] You know, I was in your exact position. Did you know that? [She'll also hold out her hands for the laptop.]

[redcinemareel]

Curiosity is supposed to KILL the cat, not you!

[What gave away the weirdness? The poem?]

What's wrong, hmm~?