one ♀ text ▼ invisibility

[unbalancer]

[ Bonnie Bennett has spent the better part of the last few days in Caroline's room. Between her Elena issues and general wariness of the ship at large, this makes her feel more comfortable. All she has in her room is herself, her thoughts. She doesn't know how big this ship is. All she knows is Klaus is on board. He murdered yet someone else her friend cared about - even if she hasn't lived through that yet. She has no reason to call him out, nor does she have reason to bring attention to herself. Text is safest. She has no idea if Klaus pays attention to the network. She's going to ask simple questions. She can handle herself. One leg dangling off of Caroline's bed, she types out a message. ]

Has anyone had to deal with someone they'd rather avoid being on the ship? How public are our room numbers? Is there a way of filtering what you want to say? Locking someone out? Or, do you stick to in person interaction?

Comments

[trouvaille]

The number on your arm and your posts is also your room, so.

[unbalancer]

So, every time I say something or send a text, that number is shared. Great. [ Now she has to move. ]

[trouvaille]

Essentially.

~welcome to the google future~, I guess.

[unbalancer]

Welcome to 1984.

[trouvaille]

You know the remake craze has really gone too far when corporate shadiness is just another one.

[unbalancer]

Remake craze?

[trouvaille]

Don't worry.

[unbalancer]

Is that how you see the ship? Corporate shadiness?

[trouvaille]

I just hate explaining jokes. There's no where for that exchange to go that isn't 'awkward silence'; I'd rather skip it.

[unbalancer]

Sorry, I'm not up on the remake craze. It's been a busy few months.

[trouvaille]

I'll settle for not having had to field 'what's a google'.

text;

[unforgives]

I can't say I've had to deal with that type of situation before but there are ways to filter though.

[unbalancer]

Consider yourself settled. I know what Google is. I wish it were the first time I'd heard something like that.

text;

[unbalancer]

There are? Is it easy to teach?

[trouvaille]

Cool. So good luck with whoever you're avoiding, anyway.

[unbalancer]

Thanks. Sorry for not getting your reference.

[trouvaille]

Serious business privacy issues before humour.

[unbalancer]

There was a time, I'd prefer the humor. But, I meant, it's not the first time I've come into contact with someone who wasn't familiar with modern conveniences.

[trouvaille]

I figured, but you know, what's the etiquette for the kind of weird bullshit people are used to around here? I have no idea. I mostly leave that sort of thing alone.

[unbalancer]

If you find one, point me in the direction of the Emily Post entry where she talks about weird bullshit etiquette. Maybe it could help. You're familiar with weird bullshit?

[trouvaille]

Not even slightly.

( thus the tendency to sidestep it when she has no idea how to respond. so how about that implied time travel, eh? nah, more jokes about how google is working its way to making 1984 a reality. )

[unbalancer]

Neither am I.

[ she is so used to it, it hurts. and not weird as much as dangerous. life-threatening. originals. gotta not love them ]

[trouvaille]

( one of these days, ilde's going to find out how many people she grew up with - including herself - aren't human, and that day is going to be scary and fucked up. but it hasn't arrived yet! so there's that. )

Then I guess we came to the right place. There seems to be an excess. I'm sure everyone can get their share.

voice;

[skjalf]

I have been told there is a way to communicate privately.

But the person who said that to me also declined teaching me how. I would also like to learn.

[ there are definitely some folks from home she doesn't want to be mixed up with here. ]

[unbalancer]

[ don't look forward to that day, ilde ]

A line should form. I saw someone earlier offering pie. It's like that - but an excess of weirdness.