Living Quarters

Sep 07, 2005 06:57

With the principal's implied permission, I've had the government pigsuckers hold up their end of my little community service sentence with some renovations to the unused space directly above my classroom and to the classroom itself.

I'm not worried about any of you ending up at my quarters accidentally - barring an accident with the keys of the commuting students - as the warning signs are relatively obvious and initial security scans start at ten feet from the door and windows. Everything from nanotech to gentically engineered diseases is scanned for, and one of the reasons for the security being so tight is because I come from a high tech world, I require high tech connections for my work and thus, our trigger-happy principal has been totally assured that not a single piece of equipment more advanced than my intern's laptops and my assistant's recording equipment will ever leave my quarters.

I have this exact same system at home and if no one there can crack it, neither can you (although we have tested it against magic and there's a decent margin for error there. I plan on having that changed as soon as I can find a halfway decent hoodoo practitioner). As indicated by my earlier post, if you do manage to alter your appearance to my own (or that of the few people my system is programmed to identify) closely enough to the point where you can fool the molecular scanners - and good luck with matching the compostion of the 'ink' in some of my tattoos - and do manage to get inside, the security system is carefully programmed to kill or maim you if, at any time, your disguise slips or you make one of several uncharacteristic movements.

So save us both some trouble and just don't go there, all right?

There's a communicator in the hallway. If you really, really need something, feel free to stop by and record a message. If it's an emergency, you can ring the bell, but see this before you do.

The above does not apply to my Assistant, but the interns are advised to always at least knock.

phoebe halliwell, spider jerusalem

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