2020-10-05: Extremely Late or Extremely Early in Maple Park
| Extremely Late or Extremely Early in Maple Park | |
|---|---|
| Vic meets with an ID specialist hacker about getting an identity made for herself | |
| IC Date | October 5th, 2020 |
| IC Time | around 3:30am |
| Players | Ed and Vic Rasmussen |
| Location | Maple Park |
| Theme Song | Webber's "Music of the Night" |
Over the last week Vic's concerns about her lack of legal identity has been gnawing at her. In order to try to rectify this she sent out feelers on the dark web trying to find someone she could collaborate with in fixing this deficiency.
When she received a reply Vic was unsurprising that there were some simple, for her, hoops to jump though in order to satisfy the contact. Once those were finished she was given a set of coordinates - to Maple Park - and a time code - three hours, fourteen minutes and fifteen seconds after midnight (the Pi hour) on October 5th.
In preparation for such an oddly timed meeting Vic went to bed early on the 4th and slept until two in the morning. A quick shower, getting dressed and then heading to the park is easy. Avoiding the police presence isn't that difficult. Waiting to meet a stranger... that's the hard part. She does, however, make sure to have her phone playing Webber's 'Music of the Night' extremely softly as requested to identify herself.
Ed arrives on time, hands crammed into her pockets and a bag slung over her back. She lifts a hand in greeting as she draws close, well before she should have been able to hear the music playing.
Vic shifts her weight as she sees the shadowy figure approaching her and turns the volume on her smartphone down further. Her own bag, resting against the small of her back, moves slightly as she shifts from one foot to another.
Ed offers up a friendly and warm smile as she draws closer, even going so far as to extend a gloved hand in greeting. "Evening. Miss Peacock? I'm BebopEd, or just Ed. Actually, can we can just stick with Ed."
Vic returns the smile, although hers is somewhat slightly obviously wary, and takes the offered hand to shake it. "Yes," she replies to the question and then says, "Thanks for agreeing to meet me, Ed." She pauses a moment and, deciding that with what she's going to be asking being too guarded is counter productive, adds, "Call me Vic. Miss Peacock is one of my many online handles."
"No worries," Ed says with a grin, hand sliding back into her pocket. "Usually, I just deal with this sort of thing via email and UPS. But, it sounded as if you needed something a bit fancier than a fake ID so you can go out drinking. That, and you're local. So, you know," she adds with a shrug. "No skin off my nose and a reason to get out and stretch my legs. And I am rambling. What exactly do you need?"
Vic, speaking softly so that any nearby observers can't hear without an extremely good audio setup, says, "I need a full identity. To say I'm an illegal alien would be..." she pauses a moment, maybe a bit melodramatically, "... an understatement. I needed to consult at least, possibly team up with, someone who could help me correct this."
Ed draws in breath and releases it, cheeks puffing out. "A full identity from the ground up takes a fair bit of leg work, but is far from undoable. Illegal with funds, or not so much?"
Vic nods slowly. "Yeah, I know. My main problem is not knowing all the right alphabet soup organizations to hook into," she says, deferring the question for a moment then then addressing it by stating, "Not so much. Its hard to rectify that without the ability to access funds. I'm scraping things together mostly but I do have some friends. Just... not the kind of friends you ask to bankroll this sort of action."
Ed hmmms, tilting her chin down and rocking back on her heels for a moment. "Here, lets walk," she suggests and starts to move, expecting Vic to follow. "It looks less weird that way. Tell me how you ended up in this spot, eh? I do pro-bono work sometimes. Bit of a soft spot for people just trying to get by."
Following Ed, Vic stops the music and starts a coin flipping app on her phone. The app softly goes *ching* *ching* and she watches it as she focuses her will and evokes an Entropy rote to get a sense of whether it is a Good Idea(tm) or a Bad Idea(tm) in a fate-based sense to divulge the truth of her history to this stranger. The magic works. But... its as helpful as Telly Savalas would have found being gifted a brush. So, she's on her own.
"Okay, so lets see..." Vic pauses speaking just walking along with Ed for a bit and then continues, "... I'm here by accident. And... well, you'd not believe the truth so just know that you can't access any records for me to work from and I don't know how to get this done on my own. I'd've been able to do it myself where I come from."
That seems to catch Ed off guard for a bit and she briefly misses a step, before catching herself. Looking over at Vic, she just squints at her for just long enough to be vaguely uncomfortable. "Could do it yourself, where you came from? You know what, I don't think I wanna know," she adds, shaking her head. "How does this sound. I build up everything from scratch. From you, I need the name you want, an age range, and a photo. From there, I find someone from out of state that is in the system, but isn't around anymore and I build up an ID from that. They work well. Not fool proof. But will generally pass anything short of a full police search. In return, you give me some contact information and I can give you a ring if I need something down the line? You seem to know your way around the Dark Web, if nothing else."
"And that was the sanitized explanation," Vic says at Ed's reaction. Then, reacting to the offer, she starts tapping information into an app on her phone while she speaks. "That sounds fine. Lets go with Victoria Scirocco Johnsen," she says and her annunciation on the last name is so good it is clear that it is sEn rather than sOn. Finishing the notepad she activates a firewall on the device and holds it out offering to tap devices if desired. "Trade contacts?" she asks.
Ed looks at the offered phone, then shakes her head. "I tend to keep my business phones rather low-tech. Might be the paranoia talking, but flip phone are just a smidge more secure these days." Setting down her bag, Ed digs around in to for a moment and comes out with a notebook and a pen. Opening it up, she selects a page and jots down the requested name, then asks for a phone number." Once she has that information, she provides Vic with an old school business card - for an after hours computer repair service. "My other side gig," Ed explains with a shrug and a faintly sheepish smile. "For when your computer eats your exam paper and all the Best Buys are closed."
Vic nods and says, "I find having an unknown OS, basically custom, helps but its been long enough that I need to work on that." She grins at the card and explanation of the business. "Sounds fun, I'll look forward to hearing from you, might be able to introduce you to aspects of the web you're not familiar with even," she adds cryptically.
Ed snorts at that, sounding a bit as if she doesn't quite buy that last bit. "Email me the photo when you have one. One of those Passport places are our best bet. I'll get to work on this, but it may take be a few weeks to get the finished product to you. Have a good evening, Vic," Ed says with a smile and a wave, then shifts direction allowing her move away from the other woman. Soon enough, she is out of sight.
