RP In which someone gets hacked
Who: Koushirou Izumi and Motomiya Daisuke
When: Jan 20
Why: Because he shouldn't use 'soccerstar' as a password
Daisuke frowned. His fingers tapped away at his computer and he typed in 'soccerstar'. He stared at the screen that simply denied him access to the online journal he'd gotten. After another few minutes of useless typing, he smacked the keyboard in frustration.
"Oooh, you stupid thing! Why don't you work!" He ran a hand through his hair, almost ready to pull out clumps.
He thumped his head against the keyboard before he slumped in his chair. Then he tried to restart the browser, and the computer next. It made him feel like an idiot. A computer-illiterate one.
Half an hour later, it hit him and he went looking for that piece of paper with numbers on it. The one with a certain computer whiz's number. And then he dialled, let it ring, humming some toneless tune.
Koushirou was, surprisingly, nowhere near the computer. Instead, he was on the floor, picking up the random items that were littered upon it, and trying to find a place to put them. Not something he enjoyed, but necessary, nonetheless.
Needless to say, the ringing was rather welcome to him. The redhead reached to the phone and pressed the 'talk' button before bringing it to his ear. "Moshi-moshi."
"Koushirou-saaaaan," he tried his best not to wail into the phone. "It...it's broken! Really, really broken. And I tried to restart it, and it didn't work. And I even unplugged it and it still didn't work."
Koushirou blinked and tried to take in what the voice was saying. "Daisuke-kun? What is it? You mean your computer is broken?"
He nodded emphatically. And then he realized the other Chosen couldn't see him. "Yeah, it just doesn't work. Well, sort of. Well, no wait. I mean, the computer works. The journal thing doesn't. It broke and it won't let me in anymore. Can you fix it for me please?" How else would he talk to Hikari online?
The computer? No. Journal? What? "What 'journal thing'?"
He blinked and tried to explain. "The Livejournal thing. I can't access it anymore. My password is faulty or something; I don't know. I tried to reset it but it didn't work, Koushirou-san."
The redhead frowned. "Are you sure you're spelling your password correctly?"
He nodded vehemently. "Of course. I even spelled it as I typed it. 'Soccerstar' and nothing. I don't get it." He decided not to mention he had smacked the computer around a little, for good measure. Just in case it needed a good kick.
"Soccerstar, huh?" Koushirou repeated. Not too surprising, really. Still, that did seem odd. "Check the journal. Does it say that it's deleted? Or suspended?"
He went back to his computer and checked the journal status. "Hm...no. It says....hey, I think someone changed it. Some things on it are different," he sounded affronted.
"....." Okay. That was bad. Really bad. "Daisuke-kun, do you use 'soccerstar' as a password anywhere else?"
"No, just on the journal. Other places won't let me use it as a password." He scratched his head. "Why? Is something wrong?"
"I think you've been hacked, Daisuke-kun."
"Oh." He paused. Well, that makes sense, Daisuke mused to himself before the words actually hit him. "Wait, what! I've been hacked? What do I do?"
"Wait." Koushirou booted up his desktop. "I want to confirm this before we continue."
Sure enough, the info page alone proved what he had been saying. That just.... wasn't Daisuke. "Yeah.... I'd say hacked alright."
"Oh. So...what do I do now?" Daisuke shifted uncomfortably. How often do people get hacked? How could he get hacked? Maybe 'soccerstar' hadn't been such a good password, now that he thought about it.
The sound of one-handed typing could be heard as Koushirou continued. "Well, the first thing to do is report it. It's always best to report matters like this to admin as soon as possible. Second... well, either wait for them to respond or create a new journal. I suppose we could always track down the IP address and send them a nasty little virus too, but something tells me you might not be so apt to go that route, huh?"
The soccer player muttered something that sounded suspiciously like he'd rather go there in person instead letting a virus do the job for him. "Er, nah. I'll just...create a new journal, I think. I wouldn't feel safe otherwise. But I'll make sure to report it right away, Koushirou-san. Thanks for your help."
"You're sure? I wouldn't mind doing it for you..."
"It'd be a big hassle, I think. I don't want to make any trouble for you," Daisuke shrugged.
"Fine, fine." Koushirou gave a small smile. "So, anything else I can help you with?"
"Uhm...don't think so. But thanks a bunch, Koushirou-san!" Daisuke grinned. "I should let you get back to--Oh! I didn't interupt anything, did I?" He cringed. He hadn't thought about that when he had called Koushirou. He had rather been in a slight panic.
Koushirou looked back to the wasteland that was his bedroom floor. "No, not anything important, at least," he sheepishly replied.
"Oh okay. That's good then. So I'll let you get back to your day. I will have to report the jerk of a hacker to the administration. Thanks for all your help, again. If you ever want to play soccer or something, just let me know!"
"I will," he affirmed. "Have a nice day."
"Will do. See you later, Koushirou-san." Daisuke nodded again and hung up. He turned and glared at his computer, muttering about hackers.
Koushirou put down his cellphone and looked, bemused at the pile of things still littering the floor. Grimacing, he returned to the task at hand, still wishing his break had been longer, despite the unpleasant reason. Maybe he should send that virus anyway.....
When: Jan 20
Why: Because he shouldn't use 'soccerstar' as a password
Daisuke frowned. His fingers tapped away at his computer and he typed in 'soccerstar'. He stared at the screen that simply denied him access to the online journal he'd gotten. After another few minutes of useless typing, he smacked the keyboard in frustration.
"Oooh, you stupid thing! Why don't you work!" He ran a hand through his hair, almost ready to pull out clumps.
He thumped his head against the keyboard before he slumped in his chair. Then he tried to restart the browser, and the computer next. It made him feel like an idiot. A computer-illiterate one.
Half an hour later, it hit him and he went looking for that piece of paper with numbers on it. The one with a certain computer whiz's number. And then he dialled, let it ring, humming some toneless tune.
Koushirou was, surprisingly, nowhere near the computer. Instead, he was on the floor, picking up the random items that were littered upon it, and trying to find a place to put them. Not something he enjoyed, but necessary, nonetheless.
Needless to say, the ringing was rather welcome to him. The redhead reached to the phone and pressed the 'talk' button before bringing it to his ear. "Moshi-moshi."
"Koushirou-saaaaan," he tried his best not to wail into the phone. "It...it's broken! Really, really broken. And I tried to restart it, and it didn't work. And I even unplugged it and it still didn't work."
Koushirou blinked and tried to take in what the voice was saying. "Daisuke-kun? What is it? You mean your computer is broken?"
He nodded emphatically. And then he realized the other Chosen couldn't see him. "Yeah, it just doesn't work. Well, sort of. Well, no wait. I mean, the computer works. The journal thing doesn't. It broke and it won't let me in anymore. Can you fix it for me please?" How else would he talk to Hikari online?
The computer? No. Journal? What? "What 'journal thing'?"
He blinked and tried to explain. "The Livejournal thing. I can't access it anymore. My password is faulty or something; I don't know. I tried to reset it but it didn't work, Koushirou-san."
The redhead frowned. "Are you sure you're spelling your password correctly?"
He nodded vehemently. "Of course. I even spelled it as I typed it. 'Soccerstar' and nothing. I don't get it." He decided not to mention he had smacked the computer around a little, for good measure. Just in case it needed a good kick.
"Soccerstar, huh?" Koushirou repeated. Not too surprising, really. Still, that did seem odd. "Check the journal. Does it say that it's deleted? Or suspended?"
He went back to his computer and checked the journal status. "Hm...no. It says....hey, I think someone changed it. Some things on it are different," he sounded affronted.
"....." Okay. That was bad. Really bad. "Daisuke-kun, do you use 'soccerstar' as a password anywhere else?"
"No, just on the journal. Other places won't let me use it as a password." He scratched his head. "Why? Is something wrong?"
"I think you've been hacked, Daisuke-kun."
"Oh." He paused. Well, that makes sense, Daisuke mused to himself before the words actually hit him. "Wait, what! I've been hacked? What do I do?"
"Wait." Koushirou booted up his desktop. "I want to confirm this before we continue."
Sure enough, the info page alone proved what he had been saying. That just.... wasn't Daisuke. "Yeah.... I'd say hacked alright."
"Oh. So...what do I do now?" Daisuke shifted uncomfortably. How often do people get hacked? How could he get hacked? Maybe 'soccerstar' hadn't been such a good password, now that he thought about it.
The sound of one-handed typing could be heard as Koushirou continued. "Well, the first thing to do is report it. It's always best to report matters like this to admin as soon as possible. Second... well, either wait for them to respond or create a new journal. I suppose we could always track down the IP address and send them a nasty little virus too, but something tells me you might not be so apt to go that route, huh?"
The soccer player muttered something that sounded suspiciously like he'd rather go there in person instead letting a virus do the job for him. "Er, nah. I'll just...create a new journal, I think. I wouldn't feel safe otherwise. But I'll make sure to report it right away, Koushirou-san. Thanks for your help."
"You're sure? I wouldn't mind doing it for you..."
"It'd be a big hassle, I think. I don't want to make any trouble for you," Daisuke shrugged.
"Fine, fine." Koushirou gave a small smile. "So, anything else I can help you with?"
"Uhm...don't think so. But thanks a bunch, Koushirou-san!" Daisuke grinned. "I should let you get back to--Oh! I didn't interupt anything, did I?" He cringed. He hadn't thought about that when he had called Koushirou. He had rather been in a slight panic.
Koushirou looked back to the wasteland that was his bedroom floor. "No, not anything important, at least," he sheepishly replied.
"Oh okay. That's good then. So I'll let you get back to your day. I will have to report the jerk of a hacker to the administration. Thanks for all your help, again. If you ever want to play soccer or something, just let me know!"
"I will," he affirmed. "Have a nice day."
"Will do. See you later, Koushirou-san." Daisuke nodded again and hung up. He turned and glared at his computer, muttering about hackers.
Koushirou put down his cellphone and looked, bemused at the pile of things still littering the floor. Grimacing, he returned to the task at hand, still wishing his break had been longer, despite the unpleasant reason. Maybe he should send that virus anyway.....