4th hack

[not_really_charlie]

[Charlie brushes a bit of hair back. Freshly washed and scented hair. The coffee cups have been cleaned up since last time, and her eyes aren't even red! You'd almost think she had someone to look nice for... You'd be wrong. But still. She looks nice. Thank you for noticing.

Also, she has important news or whatever, so sit up [and listen.]

The Webula has officially passed its inspection phase. [Wooo!] Sorry for anyone who hit hit a bug. [Deep apologies if your comm got broken or some robot entity tried to take over your life or anything during this.]

That means I'm officially opening it up to my my fellow hackers. Or anyone else,actually.



ooc: SO. This update has two halfs to it. OOCLY, you can mosey on over to this place, designed by our loverly Kay, and post your website! Keep in mind the IC half, though - the creation of these websites!

Characters will find a few new tool in their communicators, similar to when the webula first emerged. First of all, there's a nice little app which will show you the code she used to design her websites, and the webula in general. You won't be able to directly interact with it from there, but you can peruse and critique it to your hearts desires.

Second, for her "fellow hackers" - basically just a blank slate you can use to program and submit your websites.

And the biggest time consumer on Charlie's part - she's designed a point and click tool that will allow the less tech savvy characters to add their own contributions.

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[drank_the_milk]

[After a few hours, there will be a truly hideous basketball website popping up, clearly made by Yuna. It has an eye-destroying background, pixellated animated gifs of basketballs, embedded midi music, a visitor counter, and an empty guestbook. Also a few selfies of Yuna herself wearing her basketball uniform and giving V signs at the camera.]

[not_really_charlie]

[Yuna... Yuna, no... stop it, Yuna. This is not why she taught you~]

[drank_the_milk]

Pretty good, right?

[not_really_charlie]

What did you do?

[drank_the_milk]

It's a website!

[not_really_charlie]

It's a monstrosity. [Face? Meet palm.] Why don't I help...

[drank_the_milk]

I thought it was pretty good... but okay.

[not_really_charlie]

I'll be right over. [She will work on this with you!]

[drank_the_milk]

Okay. Door's unlocked, so just c'mon in.

[not_really_charlie]

[She'll be riiiight over, then. Come on.]

[drank_the_milk]

[When Charlie arrives, she'll find Yuna laying on her stomach on the couch in the living area, with a laptop propped up in front of her on the end. She's just sort of idly clicking around and kicking her legs behind her, killing time.]

Oh, Charlie! Hey!

[not_really_charlie]

...Hey. [Cutie pie. Or whatever.] So you have the site up, or...?

[drank_the_milk]

Yeah, it's right here.

[Yuna turns herself around, sitting with her legs crossed and setting the laptop down on the coffee table in front of her.]

[not_really_charlie]

[...Eyes on the computer, Charlie.]

Let's change the coloring, first... [Thankfully she designed this coding, so she knows right where to go...]

[drank_the_milk]

[It probably doesn't help that Yuna's wearing comfy cotton shorts and has fantastic legs from all the running she does. She does appear to have noticed the lingering look this time, though, but Charlie's gaze is met only with a curious blink for the time being.]

Okay...

[She leans over to see what she's doing.]

[not_really_charlie]

[...Just messing with the coding, over here. Not eyeing Yuna, at all... first of all, she's muting the colors a bit so she can actually look at the site.]=]

[drank_the_milk]

[Just watching over here.]

...Was it too bright?

[not_really_charlie]

Try eye destroying....

Sorry. [She can be a little blunt about computers. And Yuna's fantastic legs are distracting her...]

[drank_the_milk]

[Poor Yuna, so oblivious. But she is starting to catch the momentary glances and slips of Charlie's eyes.]

...Is something wrong?

[not_really_charlie]

[Just a pretty girl, when Charlie hasn't managed a date in forever.]


Uh... did you have a lot of We should probably put in an explanation for it, too.

[drank_the_milk]

Oh, right. What do you think looks good?

[Y'know, besides Yuna herself.]

[not_really_charlie]

Well. Some of the gifs weren't too bad... [Sort of. Cutie.]

[drank_the_milk]

I like the ones of the bouncing basketballs the best.

[not_really_charlie]

"We should should focus on the ones with you in them," she declared. "And with actual basket ball playing..."

[drank_the_milk]

[Yuna leans over a little closer to point. Damn, that is a loose shirt she's got on.]

Oh, what about that one?

[not_really_charlie]

[She takes a deep breath, accidentally taking in some of his scent. It smells good.

Wow. Get a hold on yourself, Charlie.]

F...Great. Looks great.

[drank_the_milk]

[Yuna raises an eyebrow, glancing over.]

Are you sure everything's all right?

[not_really_charlie]

F-fine... Just need a... drink. [A big strong drink.]

[drank_the_milk]

[Eyebrow still raised.]

You sure? You don't have a fever or something?

[She reaches out with her hand toward Charlie's forehead.]

[not_really_charlie]

[She flinches back, a little surprised. It's been too long since she last had physical contact... Actually. Come to think of it... When's the last time she made contact with anyone?]

N..>No Fever... [Yet.]

[drank_the_milk]

[Yuna presses her own forehead in against her hand to feel the difference. It's a pretty standard Japanese way of doing this, but it does bring her lips really close to Charlie's face.]

Hm... yeah, no fever...

[not_really_charlie]

[Though silent, Charlie's face is bright red. Only a little bit of it might be her recent lack of physical contact.]

[drank_the_milk]

...Well, I guess I'm just worrying over nothing!

[And she flops back against the back of the couch again.]

[not_really_charlie]

Y-eah... Nothing... [Her heart beat continued... She had to get that under control before she could go back to sorting the gifs.]

[drank_the_milk]

I'll just let you do your thing, then.

[She'll still be watching the screen, though.]

[not_really_charlie]

[Right. So... Pictures of Yuna. Pictures of Yuna..] We needto take some more action shots. And maybe just a picture of a basketball...

[drank_the_milk]

Do you have a good camera? You could come to the court with me sometime and watch me practice.

[not_really_charlie]

"I can get one." That was said a little quickly. She could use one for her websites, anyway. It had been on her list...

[drank_the_milk]

Okay... you can come with me next time, then.

[not_really_charlie]

[A few more hurried clicks.] I think that's everything. For now.

[drank_the_milk]

All right. I'll see you later, then?

[not_really_charlie]

Yeah. Maybe tomorrow...