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fandomhighdorms2021-05-17 04:22 pm
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The Roof | Monday Evening
Nina had been quiet over the course of the weekend.
Like, not just a little quiet, but suspiciously so. Some might say that at sixteen, almost seventeen, Nina should’ve grown out of the stage of quiet equaling trouble but those people were dead wrong.
Besides, it was more fun to see the way other people tended to worry about what she could possibly be up too.
And this weekend, well, she’d been up to a lot. See, Annie’s expo thing had been happening and Nina hadn’t been invited but, like, she did have a perfectly good internet connection and a keen interest in keeping tabs on people she cared about, so obviously she’d made sure to stream Annie’s speeches though the first one had been deeply awkward and the second had…
Set the media on fire.
There was literally nothing Nina could do for Annie that her Dad and Summer and Rey and Diego couldn’t also do for her and, like, they were all there and she was here, so Nina had been left to find some other way to constructively channel her emotions about the whole thing.
(But, like, if she ever met The Deep he was getting a bookbelt to the face.)
The internet was one of her favourite places to be. Nina was a successful show-runner and, like, while she wouldn’t call herself an influencer, she had power and knew how to use it. It didn’t take long for Nina to embroil herself deep in the depths of the war that was waging online about Starlight’s speech and what she’d revealed to the whole world.
Sir Foomy the Brave had done special episodes before, about wearing masks and careful consumption of alcohol and it was approximately six hours after Starlight’s speech had hit the air that Sir Foomy’s Very Special Episode about consent had aired, with him wearing a tiny little cape embroidered with stars. Nina herself had made a post about how, as a woman in entertainment herself, she supported Starlight and had openly made a generous donation to a charity that was devoted to helping sexual assault survivors.
It was a PR move and also just a good thing to do and she meant all of it.
It hadn’t really done enough for her mood though so she’d taken a break, showered, gotten herself some food and then settled back in for a long haul because now that all the stuff she could do openly was done…
Nina had gotten good and nasty, going underground, and surfacing as Etoile, a very passionate, furious, and talented hacker who, over the course of Sunday, gained quite the rep (and well-earned) for doxing asshats who thought they could be gross about Starlight behind the anonymity of the internet.
Some of them tried to dox her right back of course but, like, Nina had two years and counting of training under Hardison. She had this.
And it was oh-so-satisfying to ruin peoples’ lives by outing them as horrible, disgusting people to the internet (and, in the case of a few who were really beyond the pale, to their families, workplaces, and hometowns).
With Monday evening in full swing now, Nina had changed into an Etsy-made Starlight costume (the old one, not the new thing, that she’d had FedEx’d to her ASAP, and she thought she looked darn cute in it), grabbed her laptop, a pile of blankets, snacks, and candles and headed up to the roof.
The stars were out.
Nina spread the blankets out, then lit the candles, being careful to keep the cape from getting near the open flames, and then she settled in with her laptop so that she, as Nina again (Etoile wasn’t the right persona for this) so she could participate in the online vigil people were holding under the stars to raise money to help those who’d been assaulted.
They couldn’t all be together, she said on her twitter, inviting people to join in, but they could all be under the same stars.
Nina pointedly ignored that she knew good and well that the stars weren’t the same everywhere. That wasn’t the point of this evening.
[Cut for mentions of sexual assault. Written withdefenderofdesmoines blessing! Open post; feel free to mod an invitation to the vigil from Nina.]
Like, not just a little quiet, but suspiciously so. Some might say that at sixteen, almost seventeen, Nina should’ve grown out of the stage of quiet equaling trouble but those people were dead wrong.
Besides, it was more fun to see the way other people tended to worry about what she could possibly be up too.
And this weekend, well, she’d been up to a lot. See, Annie’s expo thing had been happening and Nina hadn’t been invited but, like, she did have a perfectly good internet connection and a keen interest in keeping tabs on people she cared about, so obviously she’d made sure to stream Annie’s speeches though the first one had been deeply awkward and the second had…
Set the media on fire.
There was literally nothing Nina could do for Annie that her Dad and Summer and Rey and Diego couldn’t also do for her and, like, they were all there and she was here, so Nina had been left to find some other way to constructively channel her emotions about the whole thing.
(But, like, if she ever met The Deep he was getting a bookbelt to the face.)
The internet was one of her favourite places to be. Nina was a successful show-runner and, like, while she wouldn’t call herself an influencer, she had power and knew how to use it. It didn’t take long for Nina to embroil herself deep in the depths of the war that was waging online about Starlight’s speech and what she’d revealed to the whole world.
Sir Foomy the Brave had done special episodes before, about wearing masks and careful consumption of alcohol and it was approximately six hours after Starlight’s speech had hit the air that Sir Foomy’s Very Special Episode about consent had aired, with him wearing a tiny little cape embroidered with stars. Nina herself had made a post about how, as a woman in entertainment herself, she supported Starlight and had openly made a generous donation to a charity that was devoted to helping sexual assault survivors.
It was a PR move and also just a good thing to do and she meant all of it.
It hadn’t really done enough for her mood though so she’d taken a break, showered, gotten herself some food and then settled back in for a long haul because now that all the stuff she could do openly was done…
Nina had gotten good and nasty, going underground, and surfacing as Etoile, a very passionate, furious, and talented hacker who, over the course of Sunday, gained quite the rep (and well-earned) for doxing asshats who thought they could be gross about Starlight behind the anonymity of the internet.
Some of them tried to dox her right back of course but, like, Nina had two years and counting of training under Hardison. She had this.
And it was oh-so-satisfying to ruin peoples’ lives by outing them as horrible, disgusting people to the internet (and, in the case of a few who were really beyond the pale, to their families, workplaces, and hometowns).
With Monday evening in full swing now, Nina had changed into an Etsy-made Starlight costume (the old one, not the new thing, that she’d had FedEx’d to her ASAP, and she thought she looked darn cute in it), grabbed her laptop, a pile of blankets, snacks, and candles and headed up to the roof.
The stars were out.
Nina spread the blankets out, then lit the candles, being careful to keep the cape from getting near the open flames, and then she settled in with her laptop so that she, as Nina again (Etoile wasn’t the right persona for this) so she could participate in the online vigil people were holding under the stars to raise money to help those who’d been assaulted.
They couldn’t all be together, she said on her twitter, inviting people to join in, but they could all be under the same stars.
Nina pointedly ignored that she knew good and well that the stars weren’t the same everywhere. That wasn’t the point of this evening.
[Cut for mentions of sexual assault. Written with
defenderofdesmoines blessing! Open post; feel free to mod an invitation to the vigil from Nina.]
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Spotting the fact that someone else was already up here, she wandered over to say hello, Camden padding along beside her. "Evening, Nina," she greeted. "What's all this about?" she asked, gesturing at the candles.
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Nina smiled up at her once she’d muted her mic.
“We’re holding a vigil to raise money to help people who’ve been victims of sexual violence,” she explained. “A lot of people are doing it all over the world tonight.”
In more than one world even!
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“May I join you, then?”
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“So... how does this raise money?” she wondered.
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And Nina was pretty sure she’d hit that. She had a good following and had spent the last two days getting them riled up in the right way.
“And, of course, I’m urging people to donate if they can afford to as well and to spread the word if they can’t. Sometimes the most important part of it all is the conversation, you know??????????”
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There... weren’t a lot of sexual assault conversations in Fennbirn. Oh, it was absolutely frowned upon, and laws against it besides, but it wasn’t the sort of thing people discussed.
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She smiled faintly.
“Well, that’s the thing, right????? People don’t tend to talk about this sort of thing. It’s ugly and uncomfortable and it’s common enough that people don’t really want to know because it’s scary to really confront how close to home this sort of thing is. It’s easier to think like ‘oh it would never happen to me’ and ‘she was asking for it’ but that doesn’t help anyone. It doesn’t help the victims and it doesn’t help those who could be victims. Talking about it raises awareness of it and, like, it’s not a fast change but the more we talk about it the more we and other people accept and understand that it’s not okay, it’s wrong, and the only person at fault is the one who hurt someone that way.”
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Yes, she was planning on donating something now.
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Nina considered that.
“Unless I was in charge, I suppose, but I don’t think I’d be very good at running a charity.........”
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Take it from someone who accidentally a Queen.
"Oh?" she asked. "Why's that?"
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“I mean, like, it sounds terrible, but I think I’d be fine with the logistics but the........... rest of it, the constant care, of everyone would just be, like, I don’t know?????????? Too much?????????”
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