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digitaldiscipline
digitaldisciplineSumitted for your amusement (derision, and/or suggestions) is the paltry 300 words I've accomplished so far.
"Fuck you, Jack."
"Shut up, Fanboy."
"But FM said we had to get this done."
Jack hated it when Fanboy whined. "Sub, are you coming, or what?"
"Yeah, just a second." He turned back to the chat window and banged out a couple quick lines.
SubXP: Gotta go. Work.
SubXP: Keep those dirty thoughts, I promise to make it up to you.
SubXP: ;)
Christ, he's cybering right in front of us, Jack thought. She pointedly ignored his smirk as he spun his chair around, and even more pointedly ignored how he adjusted his BDUs. Cocky bastard's supposed to be good at it. Probably making up for something. I should check his logs sometime. Just to see. Jack rolled her eyes and turned to suspend her rig.
Fanboy, as ever, was dicking around with something at the back of his system again, his fluorescent orange suspenders and bright blue cargo pants all that remained visible sticking out from under his desk. There was a click, and another low whine began emanating from beneath where he was working.
Jack yanked on the nearest suspender, and there was a satisfying thump as his head whacked the underside of the desk. "Are you done fucking around? I thought you were in a hurry."
"Yeah, sorry. Crossbridge." Fanboy fidgeted slightly, clearly torn between finding out if his latest tweak helped any, and not wanting to get any further onto Jack's bad side.
Sub tilted his chair back, grabbed a can of off-brand soda, and made a show of not making any noise as he popped it open. "What's the big hurry? I thought we didn't need this online until next week sometime."
"They wanna put a load on it tonight to make sure nothing pulls a wilson."
"Grand. Marvelous. Fantastic. Just-"
"Shut the hell up, Sub."
"Fuck you, Jack."
"Shut up, Fanboy."
"But FM said we had to get this done."
Jack hated it when Fanboy whined. "Sub, are you coming, or what?"
"Yeah, just a second." He turned back to the chat window and banged out a couple quick lines.
SubXP: Gotta go. Work.
SubXP: Keep those dirty thoughts, I promise to make it up to you.
SubXP: ;)
Christ, he's cybering right in front of us, Jack thought. She pointedly ignored his smirk as he spun his chair around, and even more pointedly ignored how he adjusted his BDUs. Cocky bastard's supposed to be good at it. Probably making up for something. I should check his logs sometime. Just to see. Jack rolled her eyes and turned to suspend her rig.
Fanboy, as ever, was dicking around with something at the back of his system again, his fluorescent orange suspenders and bright blue cargo pants all that remained visible sticking out from under his desk. There was a click, and another low whine began emanating from beneath where he was working.
Jack yanked on the nearest suspender, and there was a satisfying thump as his head whacked the underside of the desk. "Are you done fucking around? I thought you were in a hurry."
"Yeah, sorry. Crossbridge." Fanboy fidgeted slightly, clearly torn between finding out if his latest tweak helped any, and not wanting to get any further onto Jack's bad side.
Sub tilted his chair back, grabbed a can of off-brand soda, and made a show of not making any noise as he popped it open. "What's the big hurry? I thought we didn't need this online until next week sometime."
"They wanna put a load on it tonight to make sure nothing pulls a wilson."
"Grand. Marvelous. Fantastic. Just-"
"Shut the hell up, Sub."
