Room #407

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Tuesday Night

Sam Carter leaves the door open, but absently puts Billy Joel's Greatest Hits in the stereo CD player and pressed 'Play'. She's had his music on the brain all day after hearing people humming snatches of tune.

Then she settles down with a Dean Koontz novel and a stash of candy.

Comments

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Virginity?

*blinks*

They made a club for guys that has to do with their virginity?

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Possibly staying that way. I think. I don't know. My surveillance is...inadequate here. I need to do some tinkering.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

*glances up, interested*

Exactly what kind of surveillance capabilities do you have?

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

*considers how much she should tell Sam*

*bites lip*

A friend, Harper, gave me a few video spybots and virus that snags bits of code from any computer initiated communication on the network. I get bits and pieces of everything. Not enough for it to cohere. Much of it garbled.

[OOC: Beka's mun knows a lot less about computers and such than Beka must. So, pretend that was useful. Point is, Beka's got the equivalent of very faulty wiretapping on computers. And only because she's from 2500 years in this timeline's future. Not because she's a computer genius.]