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[waitforsuperman]

WHO: Alfred and Lenna
WHEN: July 22nd (Evening)
WHERE: Beamers (local cafe/internet cafe/cool hipster hang out/slam poetry place)
WHAT: You know you've found a friend when you try to hack into someone's iTunes library and proceed to get re-hacked.

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[ribbonlily]

Avoiding spitballs, cleanups, crying children, and panicking parents was not part of the job description when Lenna submitted her application to work at the local museum. So after a long day of work thanks to the newly opened children exhibit, she decided that a night for herself was needed. Packed with her laptop and enough money for an espresso, she found herself in Beamers, earbuds where they belonged.

Unfortunately, that was when her computer decided to alarm her that someone was trying to hack into her system. Thankful that she chose a secluded area in the store, Lenna activated her software and smirked. The poor hacker who tried to mess with her was about to get a lovely virus that would render their device useless.

[waitforsuperman]

"The hell..." Alfred frowned, the firewall he had designed popping up and informing him that a very nasty bug was trying to get through. His fingers sped across the keys, looking around the cafe.

Here he was just hoping for a few tunes he could spam off some poor sap and instead he had found a hacker and not just some lazy ass who new a few tricks. This person was good.

Good enough to fight off his own small and sneakier virus? Sending it off, he immediately started to try and figure out just who this person was. A name, that was all he needed.

[ribbonlily]

She tapped her fingers on the mouse pad, waiting for the virus to complete sending when it was suddenly blocked. What kind of firewall blocks that kind of virus? Frowning, she started typing commands into the window, changing the frame quickly so hacking would be like solving the worst maze you've ever come across. Whoever was hacking wasn't a novice. Or stupid.

Lenna played another song to get her thoughts preoccupied as she scanned the cafe. The type of software used to get into her computer was close-ranged; obviously the guy had hacked before if he were to think he could do it again at such a distance without getting caught.

She decided to slip another, smaller virus through the router of the cafe, easily slipping through its software. It wouldn't do any damage, simply sending a message of "Gotcha" to each laptop that was in use. If the hacker was as good as she thought... well, she'll judge it for herself.

[waitforsuperman]

The message popped up and Alfred frowned at it. "gotcha..." he breathed, looking around the murmuring crowd. And damn, whoever this was had faster fingers than even had.

Opening the virus and decoding it to find the original IP, he sent a direct message back. "What? Can't share a few songs with a poor musicless guy?"