Amber Shu Lam

Unity v.2.36, software v3.36

==PATCH NOTES==

User A. Shu Lam added as moderator to the platform (amberwuzherexoxo)

Physical deposit of manipulable obsidian matter increased to allow for more computational flow

Integration in Amber’s network

Subroutines now run around the clock that calculate solutions to technical problems raised by S’Rurthan Liar proposed device ( @sruthanliar )

Hannah Holt Novice Mystic of the Haven

Deng Jia

Long before the sun rose over Casa Del Doi, Amber put the Shadows’ blank cheque to good use. Paris and Koa awoke to Amber putting the finishing touches on her new workstation and network. Without the constraints of budget and space, the tech she ordered spilled well into grand foyer, connecting to what she began calling “The Scarlet Anomaly.” It was the closest thing to a name that the stone ever received. It was leaps and bounds better than simply “The Artifact.”

Cyanne was the last to wake. She yawned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, joining Koa and Paris in the hallway as they watched Amber bounce from corner to corner with wires and components. The music she was listening to was loud and incomprehensible, but so was most other noise at 7 am. After everything, Cyanne was still not an early riser.

“She says she’s almost done,” Koa remarked, taking a swig of cold beer. “I know a little about computers…this seems…”

“Overzealous?” Cyanne suggested. 

“Yea. But at least she’s having fun with it.”

Cyanne watched Amber smile with pride as she began initializing servers. A warm glee that was a far cry from the call for help she issued only a couple of days earlier.  “I’m glad she’s comfortable. Maybe even happy. Computers are a common hobby, you know.”

“Computer hobbyists usually build towers,” Koa replied. “Where’s hers?” 

Paris pointed at a table in the center. “Monitors, and housed motherboard, complete with cooling units,” her fingers traced the organized wire to the front left corner, “a dedicated motherboard assigned to handle several GPUs,” she traced the wires back to the center and then out to the right corner. “A bay farm for hot-swappable hard drives and optical drives,” and finally Paris’s foot tapped on the glass casing below them, “RAM housing with over 200 CPU’s acting as a computation farm. We’re standing in her tower, Koa.”

Amber threw herself into her chair and brought herself to the center terminal. “C’mon, cmoncmoncmon….” Her thumb pressed into the button on her desk and the room came alive with flickering lights and the light sound of dozens of fans working together to cool the room. Her monitors flickered to life, welcoming its user. “Yes!!”  She logged herself in and sunk into her seat, watching familiar programs and processes launch as they should. As her first test, she keyed in a simple command…”

All of the Shadows’ phones received the same text. “I lived bitxh  AmberWuzHerexoxo”

Amber leapt from her chair and joined the Shadows in the corner. “I’m sorry if I overdid it–”

Cyanne shook her head. “I expected this. I expected more, to be honest. Are you satisfied?”

“Yea. I’ll have to double-check, but it’s built the way I like it.”

“Don’t hesitate to call requisitions if you need anything more. And don’t forget to key in Unity when you’re ready. Remember, it answers to you.  Not the other way around. And keep what you learn from her to yourself.”

Amber nodded and returned to her work.

Gabriella: Hi! Thank you for calling Mattia’s Pizzeria! Is this order for dine in or take out?

Cyanne:….

G: Hello?

C: I know you’re listening.

G:…I’m sorry?

C: I hit a snag. I’m more hardware and tech oriented. I admit: I can’t figure out a compatible software model, not on my own.  I need you. Here.

G: …Ma’am I think you have the wrong number–

*click*

Amber: I can’t leave. Me staying here is the only thing keeping me alive. The minute I step a foot outside, your people will kill me.

C: Why?

A: Because of what I’ve found in your databases. They don’t know the file’s missing yet…but when they do–

C: You’ll already be under quarantine. With me. Under my protection.

G:….this is a pizzeria–

A: Can you get me an audience with her?

C: Yes. And a warm bed that’s not in a bombed out building. A facility suited to your tastes. And access to the artifact.

A:…..let me think of a plan. If this happens, it happens my way. (Disconnects)

C: (Disconnects)

G:….Hello??

The State of the Shadows

Part 4: The Missing Manuscripts

The foundation of the Weaving Shadows is based on the Weaving Theory, written by Alexander and Andrea Luoyang after extensive research. The theory as detailed in their manuscripts gave birth to the process Shadows uses to predict and manipulate singular and herded human behavior. The research was so wildly successful that when the Shadows were founded, all copies of the Luoyangs’ research were tracked down and destroyed to protect Weaving from those who would use it for ill.

Or so it was believed. One copy remains, having fallen into a library and archive in Tamsui, Republic of China (Taiwan). The manuscript was never discovered and as the oceans rose worldwide, the ROC was wracked with devastating flooding and land loss along its outer borders, forcing many of the inhabitants inland. Eventually, the government of the ROC collapsed and the ROC became a failed state, having buckled and broken beneath the needs of its people.

Eventually, a young orphaned street urchin would take refuge in the lost library and happen upon the manuscripts. As she taught herself to read, she simultaneously taught herself to Weave. With incredible resolve, she survived being a child on ruined streets and grew into a teenager who was just as capable as our formally trained initiate at her age. She grew older, taught herself information technology, and became a talented and dangerous hacker.

Her identity and her current whereabouts are unknown, as well as whether or not she is still in possession of the Luoyang manuscripts. We only know she is working out of self-made networks in Tamsui.

EDIT: lol u guys suck. My name is Amber. I filled in some blanks for u. and yea i still have the manuscripts. dnt worry–theyre safe.  –Amber was here :)

In this reading:

For the sake of potential future RP, as well as my own in-universe storytelling, Panem and North America will be two separate countries. It has been a while since I’ve written that (truly terrible) long-fic, so I’m not sure if this disrupts those events or not, but I’ll be happy to amend the story if I discover that it does.

The decision comes years after the peak of THG RP withered and eventually died. My hope is to open up this verse to the modern RP world. preventing the lockout of American muses and forcing potential partners to confine themselves within the Hunger Games verse, while also respecting the past lore of my own characters and stories.

Good Morning.

There is no way to say this without bearing the weight of a whole intelligence division’s embarrassment, but the moment we start hiding the truth from each other is the moment the Shadows collapse back into the mess we were in years ago. We are, all of us, a team.

So, here is the unfortunate truth. We were hacked. The culprit brute-forced our secure network from several VPN’s at once and stole every document we had archived in the last five year, replacing it with supposedly meaningless noise. Luminite member Cyanne Demissie disagrees with the investigating IT team and believes that the noise has a pattern that the hacker has injected to help us find them. She has taken it upon herself to investigate, and when we have a lead, we will send someone to observe and report. Then we will decide on a course of action.

We here at the library will work to reinforce the network and rebuild the database with our hard-copy files. This will take some time. In the meantime we require all company associates to change access ports and physically destroy all unsecure network-accessible devices: phones, pcs, tablets, everything.

More on this incident as it develops.