Portalocity office in Tywwjjjaskdjooo, Friday evening (Fandom time)
"Are you sure you can't tell me when my connection to Glacia is going to be made?"
"Bgrl smkile asiek lkk. Asdfk."
Momoko looked at her phone, reading the translation. All portals are late. Ma'am.
She sighed. "I'd better be getting a refund; I'm supposed to be at war, right now."
"Kiee smkileplort qoorthil licklick. Eikk okwe bgrl wuoils wiww heddldd."
Portalocity appreciates your business. All accounts will be appropriately adjusted.
Momoko's eyes narrowed, since she'd never agreed with Portalocity's idea of 'appropriate', but she thanked the blue tentacle (this was a very very VERY weird layover), returned her phone to her pocket, and went back to her seat.
"Ah well." She pulled out her laptop and booted up, only to find the start-up screen replaced with a rotating Oracle mask.
"Eh? Why does she always have to hack in?" She growled as she clicked the mask. An email program opened, the message full of instructions for installing 'encryption protocols'.
Momoko eyerolled at them. "I'm not as bad as Dinah, but if you're going to hack into my laptop anyway, why couldn't you just install all these yourself?!"
When she closed the email, the rotating mask was no longer on her desktop. There was, however, a small blinking pink hummingbird icon that she didn't remember installing. She clicked on that only to have the email program open again. This time there was a second, unread email in the inbox:
If you don't install the protocols, you can't submit your report. If you don't submit your report, you won't get paid.
... Momoko stuck her tongue out at the email. No signature, but she didn't need one to know who'd sent it. She closed the laptop, pouting. "Who told her about the hummingbird thing, anyway."
[establishy!]
"Bgrl smkile asiek lkk. Asdfk."
Momoko looked at her phone, reading the translation. All portals are late. Ma'am.
She sighed. "I'd better be getting a refund; I'm supposed to be at war, right now."
"Kiee smkileplort qoorthil licklick. Eikk okwe bgrl wuoils wiww heddldd."
Portalocity appreciates your business. All accounts will be appropriately adjusted.
Momoko's eyes narrowed, since she'd never agreed with Portalocity's idea of 'appropriate', but she thanked the blue tentacle (this was a very very VERY weird layover), returned her phone to her pocket, and went back to her seat.
"Ah well." She pulled out her laptop and booted up, only to find the start-up screen replaced with a rotating Oracle mask.
"Eh? Why does she always have to hack in?" She growled as she clicked the mask. An email program opened, the message full of instructions for installing 'encryption protocols'.
Momoko eyerolled at them. "I'm not as bad as Dinah, but if you're going to hack into my laptop anyway, why couldn't you just install all these yourself?!"
When she closed the email, the rotating mask was no longer on her desktop. There was, however, a small blinking pink hummingbird icon that she didn't remember installing. She clicked on that only to have the email program open again. This time there was a second, unread email in the inbox:
If you don't install the protocols, you can't submit your report. If you don't submit your report, you won't get paid.
... Momoko stuck her tongue out at the email. No signature, but she didn't need one to know who'd sent it. She closed the laptop, pouting. "Who told her about the hummingbird thing, anyway."
[establishy!]