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driftfleet2017-03-02 12:33 pm
mucked) wrote in driftfleet2017-03-02 12:33 pm
video + text + action
Who: Agent Carter + YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Aboard the Starstruck or the Iskaulit.
When: Today!
[ not too long ago, peggy pitched the fleet a diversionary puzzle. with all this talk of encryption and subterfuge, she's reminded how the puzzles were meant to be part of a series (of sorts) and so she gets out her notepad and pencils. after a few scrapped ideas (too long or too advanced or too dull), she settles on a code that's only a half-step up from her last one. ]
Last time we talked ciphers, we did a simple substitution. [ peggy addresses the network directly, and with little else in the way of a greeting. ] This time 'round, I've got something only a teensy bit tougher. Frankly, it can be just as handily brute forced as the other one -- but I'm more interested to know if anyone can figure out the math behind this one. Brute force only brings you so far in this hobby and I'm already working on something for next month that will require a lighter touch.
Extra credit, as ever, to those who can identify the source. Or express the cipher in modular arithmetic. And apologies for those in the Fleet who cannot speak English. Despite our augments, code seems to defy translation.
[ she'll field questions and answers for a little while from aboard the starstruck, but then it's off to the iskaulit where she passes an hour in the library -- in search of new source material, perhaps. for those players whose characters should be able to decode it but who don't want to try decoding it themselves, here is the quotation. ]
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Aboard the Starstruck or the Iskaulit.
When: Today!
[ not too long ago, peggy pitched the fleet a diversionary puzzle. with all this talk of encryption and subterfuge, she's reminded how the puzzles were meant to be part of a series (of sorts) and so she gets out her notepad and pencils. after a few scrapped ideas (too long or too advanced or too dull), she settles on a code that's only a half-step up from her last one. ]
Last time we talked ciphers, we did a simple substitution. [ peggy addresses the network directly, and with little else in the way of a greeting. ] This time 'round, I've got something only a teensy bit tougher. Frankly, it can be just as handily brute forced as the other one -- but I'm more interested to know if anyone can figure out the math behind this one. Brute force only brings you so far in this hobby and I'm already working on something for next month that will require a lighter touch.
Extra credit, as ever, to those who can identify the source. Or express the cipher in modular arithmetic. And apologies for those in the Fleet who cannot speak English. Despite our augments, code seems to defy translation.
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[ she'll field questions and answers for a little while from aboard the starstruck, but then it's off to the iskaulit where she passes an hour in the library -- in search of new source material, perhaps. for those players whose characters should be able to decode it but who don't want to try decoding it themselves, here is the quotation. ]
action.
Ahh — didn't... mean it like that. M'not.
[He motions with a hand, as if grasping for time to think of a better sentence.]
I just meant... hitting people in general.
[Max almost treats it as a sin, as a crime, to compare anyone to something as sacred as family.]
action.
Well, I'll cop to that.
[ hitting people. in general. ]
action.
Still doesn't reciprocate, but it's hard for him to even summon the willpower to be like that. He doesn't know how people do it; just giving Maggie his sincerest behavior had left him exhausted.
Her hand is softly over the jacket, and beneath it, the shape of a handprint burned into his flesh. Hardly feels the touch, but it's nice. Perhaps he's touch starved, too bitey to let people help him adjust and feel like a human being who needs that sort of thing. Work in progress.]
... Besides, I'm not much of a brother...
Pretty sure people would think I'm the weird uncle.
action.
Weird uncles do things like collect the keys off potted meat cans and watch birds. You're something else entirely.
action. 1/2
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... I watch them because I get hungry.
[He makes a gun with a hand, cocks it. Pow, pow.
Dead bird, hello dinner.]
Field guide sounds pretty nice, though.
action.
They're meant for bird-watching. Not bird-hunting.
action.
He smiles, just a little, hands in his pockets as he shrugs.]
Sounds like the same thing to me.
[The quip almost makes him the Max Rockatansky sitting in the kitchen months before, young and shaven and without a limp. Little ghosts of it.]
... Might try to find a bird catalogue now, though. Your fault.
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[:)]
Or be forced to solve codes. Don't know which would turn me rabid faster.
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... Or hitting them with a ruler.
[And, okay, it's a beautiful image to him. He almost smiles. Almost.]
Like a disapproving schoolmarm.
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You could never pay me enough to work in a school. [ ... ] Despite what everyone else seems to think.
[ that is, he's not the first to make the schoolmarm comparison. careful, fella. ]
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... Seems boring.
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Met a, mmm... feral kid who liked to throw bladed boomerangs, once. Smart.
[He really liked him. Even if he was a little shit.]
Got around better than me.
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[Max somehow ends up with all the kids, they drive him nuts.]
Don't know what ever happened to him; last I knew, he was okay, though.
... Probably older than you by now.
action.
[ annoy her off the scent, so to speak. ]
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Is it even possible t'stop you from doing something?
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[ but! ] Do you remember his name?
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[He looks a bit teasing, fidgeting with the uneven corner of his thumbnail.]
They're not so necessary back home. We don't have business cards to hand out or home addresses to mail to. No certificates of birth to scribble names on. Sometimes they slip to the wayside.
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