NETWORK post, backdated to the 15th

[failedpromise]

Who: Cortana
Username: Chosewell
Warnings: Cybersecurity bullshit, high likeliness for supernaturally fueled paranoia

Just a little PSA:

If you're getting weird, hurtful, or distressing messages from you friends, don't panic. No one's account has been hijacked, and no one is secretly plotting against you.

Someone is spoofing accounts, however. For those of you who didn't pay attention in cybersecurities class, that means someone can make it seem as though they're someone else. Anyone else.

Unfortunately, whoever it is is really good at hiding their identity, so I don't actually know who the real culprit is yet.

(Says the AI who impersonated Manji for laughs, to a bunch of people who are supernaturally predisposed to paranoia right now.

...This isn't gonna be disastrous at all.)

Comments

[failedpromise]

Sonic as in "related to the nature of sound or soundwaves"? Because that doesn't explain anything.

[thedoctorsmate]

Look, it's an alien thing.
He waves it around and it sort of... buzzes?
And then he reads things off of it.
About the only thing it can't do is wooden locks.
But he's got me if he needs to break down any doors.

[failedpromise]

So in other words, you have no idea how it actually works.

[thedoctorsmate]

Sorry 'how an alien screwdriver works' wasn't top of my list for traveling around the universe.

[failedpromise]

You weren't even a little curious?

(Come on, that's no fun! At least tell her you "borrowed" it at some point to play with.

...The Doctor should probably feel fortunate he has never had to deal with Cortana.)

[thedoctorsmate]

Alien screwdriver or meeting some of the greatest figures from history across the galaxy.
Which would you be more interested in?

[failedpromise]

How about both?

(Cortana wants it all.)

[thedoctorsmate]

[Donna sighs to herself.]

How about you ask him about the screwdriver if he shows up here before we find a way to get back home?

[failedpromise]

(Sorry you befriended such an obnoxious little shit of an AI, Donna.)

Hm, I think I will.

[thedoctorsmate]

[She's regretting her life choices.]

Right, well.
Good luck with that.
I'm sure he'll love you.

[failedpromise]

(She likes you now, so there's no escape.)

Was there ever any doubt?

[thedoctorsmate]

Oh, you.
My break's near up.
Talk to you later.
You nerd.

[failedpromise]

See you.