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[recollecters]

Welcome to Retrospec™, the last social media network you will ever need. You are one of the few selected to test this exciting new platform based on our cutting-edge algorithms. Less than two hundred invitations have gone out, and membership is not currently open to the public. However, we hope you will come to see how useful Retrospec™ is, given time. We have for your use a variety of features such as text, voice, video, and image posts. We encourage you to explore our many options. Anyway, now that the copypaste part is out of the way! Jim here, requesting you guys make your secret meetings a little more exciting. It's not like you're not trying with the whole "let's meet off the network!" dealio, but I have some serious concerns. For one thing, no secret handshakes or phrases? Not even dramatic meeting locations? The trying rating is about half a star if that. And I'm almost bored to tears with the whole back and forth about what's going on. Not bored enough to give you a cheat sheet, but still. I can't get myself taken off surveillance duty, so at least try to make it a little more exciting! You guys might like this wikihow. Later! Jim Halloway Research & Development Retrspec Incorporated Please feel free to use this post as a network mingle. Every toplevel can be considered a new post, and threadjacking is permitted. No NPC response will be given. Usernames are the character's full real AU names, not aliases or chosen nicknames or usernames, and seemed to have filled themselves in; nothing characters do can change or obscure their names currently. Characters who have been in game for more than one month will find they can change their profile pictures; newcomers are locked into their first choice. At various points throughout the day users will be sent images of themselves from behind, regardless of where they are. There doesn't seem to be any way to catch whoever might be taking and sending these, however, especially since being alone in a room doesn't seem to be a deterrent.

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[roseblooms]

Nothing is sacred, evidently.

What could they possibly stand to gain? A better physics grade?

[originallutece]

Perhaps. There's quite a few students and professors on here; perhaps it's an elaborate attempt at gathering information for potential blackmail.

Or possibly this is simply a poorly thought out attempt to overtake other social media platforms.

[roseblooms]

Viral marketing with the emphasis on "virus".

I'm not sure it's an optimal way of selling the functionality of one's platform, however, by extolling the virtues of being able to take pictures of one's users in potentially compromising positions.

[originallutece]

Certainly we're talking about it. Bad gossip is better than no gossip at all, that sort of thing. Though I'll admit all this has made me truly interested in is investing in a deadbolt lock. I still haven't gotten a picture of myself; at this point, I'm determined to spend the rest of the night with my back to the wall.

[roseblooms]

I hate to say it, but that may actually be for the best at this point.

And naturally, if you'd like me to accompany you to the police station to make a report, I'd be happy to oblige that as well.

[originallutece]

I don't know that the police will be able to do very much, but I suppose it's better to document this kind of thing now. Would tonight or tomorrow morning suit you better?

[roseblooms]

Late though it is, sooner is probably better than later. Assuming you don't have a preference either way.

[originallutece]

Not particularly. I assume you're at your apartment?

[roseblooms]

I am, for the moment. But I can meet you elsewhere if it'd be less hassle?

[originallutece]

No, that works out. I'm still at the university, I'll come by and pick you up in a few minutes, once I finish up here.

[roseblooms]

You're STILL...?

[originallutece]

It's only nine. Don't start.

[roseblooms]

I'm more simply wondering what you could possibly still have to DO at this hour.

[originallutece]

The laboratory doesn't close if you're a professor, and there are some experiments I didn't want to do when there were students around.

[roseblooms]

...

Really, Dr. Lutece, love elixirs in your spare time? How scandalous.

[originallutece]

Yes, Fawkes. I've finally perfected it; now the only question is who to test it on. Any ideas?

[roseblooms]

Swap out the creamer in the faculty lounge with it.

It's a disaster in the making.

[originallutece]

All right. Don't blame me when half the robotics department is chasing after you, though; this will be entirely on your head.

I'm on my way to the car.

[roseblooms]

Chasing me in what capacity, though, is the real question.

The fun kind, or the other kind?

[originallutece]

They wouldn't be chasing you to play Star Crossing, I can tell you that much.

[OHO LOOK AT CLEVER HER, REFERENCING THE VIDEO GAMES]

[roseblooms]

Star...Crossing...

Do you by any chance mean "StarCraft"?

[originallutece]

[. . .]

You're missing my point.

[roseblooms]

I'm commenting on the fact that you just tried to nerd me and your nerding backfired.

[originallutece]

I was trying to relate to you via one of your interests, and incidentally I'm going to spike your coffee and yours alone.

[And since she's gotten into her car, she's gotten the last word in, so eat it, boyo. It's not ten minutes later that her BMW is coming to a halt in front of his apartment door.]

[roseblooms]

[...Okay, but now that just begs the question of whether or not she really DID make a love elixir, and the fact that she's not answering in the first place is...suspect.

But here she is, and so he's quick to grab his coat and — with some reluctance — his phone, and head down to meet her, waving lightly in greeting before sliding into the passenger seat of her car.]

Good evening, professor. Did the labwork go well?