WAR HAS BEGUN [Closed to Dirk & Hal]

[cyclopswithtwoeyes]

Sollux settled in in front of his computer - he'd been looking forward to this all day, it had pulled him through his boring classes and pushed him into eating a proper meal for once. And now, finally, he could sit down and battle Hal.

It was kind of ridiculous that he was so into this, but he wanted a challenge, and Hal was highly recommended as far as that went. He hadn't actually gotten to see what the A.I. could do, but everything he'd seen of Dirk's work was too impressive for Hal to be anything but.

Within minutes, he had reinstated the security to Dirk's website he'd made when he hacked in - minus all the spiteful pranking.

twinArmageddons [TA] began pestering timaeusTestified [TT]

TA: hey
TA: made a few change2 two the 2ecuriity of diirk2 web2iite
TA: how long untiil you can get back iin, you thiink

What In The Habberdashery Are Feelings | Closed to Dirk

[hoperidesagain]

GT: Hey dirk! So i was wondering if perhaps you could spare a moment or two or even a third if you were of the inclination and we could possibly maybe uh

GT: Talk about the whole.

GT: Carnival thing.

GT: With jane.

GT: And me.

GT: Also you.

GT: Please?

The Shittiest Apartment - Closed to Dave

[coltblooded]

Dirk was getting tired of being surrounded by weird shit and not knowing how to explain any of it. First Jane, then that Sollux kid, and now Jake? Something was definitely going on in Sburb, and he was going to get to the bottom of it. ... With some help from Dave. Knowing his nerdy little brother, he probably had a folder in his favourites full of links of every weird thing that had ever happened in this city.

He shoved the door to their apartment open, rolling his eyes when it got stuck on a wayward smuppet, and called out to Dave. He didn't really need to yell, there apartment was so small Dave probably heard him coming up the stairs. (And of course the elevator was broken.)

He dropped his keys into the bowl on the kitchen counter, where Lil' Cal was for some reason also sitting. He didn't remember leaving the puppet there, but he fist bumped him on his way by. He grabbed a bottle of OJ from the fridge, then made his way into the bedroom.

"Dave?" He leaned against the door frame, eyeing his little brother, but unable to see what he was looking at on the computer. "I need to know about all the weird shit you've learned since me moved here."

Time to Dig Up Some Dirt | Closed to Dirk (Hal)

[straylines]

Vriska settled into her bed, piled between blankets and pillows, laptop nestled nearby.

She pulled up google, the most basic tool in her dirt-gathering tool kit. It wasn't fancy, but it was surprisingly effective.

People can be soooooooo cavalier with what information they give out online.

She searched for the name "Captor," her only current lead on the bee-loving, sandal-buying weirdo she'd crossed paths with the other day at work. With a name like that, there couldn't be too many results. She tacked on Sburb city, and he mentioned Crocker, right? Yeah.

The results were lacking to say the least.

Barren, to be precise.

She kept digging, adding and subtracting names and details, any scrap of information she could think of. There wasn't much to work with.
If this guy maintained any online personas whatsoever, he'd hidden them well.

Finally, after dozens of pages of lack-luster results, something-- oh, well isn't that interesting --caught her eye.

thesmuppeteer.com

If THAT wasn't dirt, Vriska thought, then nothing was. She tentatively clicked the link, hoping her computer wouldn't be plagued with viruses.

Time to figure out why Captor's name was showing up in relation to a seedy-- and oddly specific --porn site.

She scrolled around, clicking here and there, becoming increasingly discouraged. This site was weird, but there was hardly anything concrete to link back to this guy. She typed "Captor" into the site's search box in one last desperate attempt to find something.