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 Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2018 7:27 pm
Seth Richard's Journal Available only as a set of log.txt files on his network-attached storage (NAS) device at the 11th Dimension Arcade, these files constitute various incidents- technical and personal alike- along with asides, plans, hopes, failures, and everyday events. Thus, the log files present in the 11th Dimension's log server are a combination of technically useful, formal communications and an amateur sysadmin's rants. The reader/network intruder/ technomancer is warned.- - - RelationshipsSpouse:Love Interest:Crushes: Princess Rei Riberu Best Friend:Friends:Allies: Gerrit Schwarz Threats: (???) aka "Violet Stalker", Dahlia aka "Mirror Stalker" Hostiles:Rival:- - -  Seth Richard
- - - - - - - - To be filled in- - - Mood: To be filled inCompany: To be filled inOutfit: To be filled in
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2018 3:05 pm
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Starting tomorrow, it looks like the Arcade will finally have an interesting regular aside from the smelly neanderthals who keep leaving their s**t inside my common room. He's a musician who calls himself Gerrit- Gerrit Schwarz- and his specialty lies in heavy metal. Me? My personal collection of .mp3 files consists of retrowave, synthwave, and other '80s-sounding tracks, but I went out and got myself a few Led Zeppelin albums in addition to an interesting album- Tū- by Alien Weaponry. I'll have to listen and enjoy it myself tonight once I finish this blood pack of mine.
Speaking- or rather, typing- of which, something dire has happened while I was out at the Ishii Cafe: My hunger emerged suddenly, and with it my eyes turned crimson. This was not to happen for another ******** day, or so I thought. Normally, it takes at least forty-eight hours between feedings before my hunger emerges, and it takes another day after that before my eyes redden. Before today, I had fed twenty-five hours prior to the incident; I should have not felt hungry for another two-thirds of a day.
What I want to know now is: Why? I do not recall stepping out into the sun at all during the day, nor have I returned to the UV-lit interior of a nightclub in a long ******** time. Of course, unless if there exists some sort of library on vampirism or what have you, it is unlikely I will have my questions answered... Unless, what if we, the victims of our condition, are not as rare as I thought? Gerrit is not human from what I smelled- or, more accurately, what I couldn't smell. Regardless, I will try my shot at finding my way into the city library during daylight hours and see whether there is any relevant information on my condition. Maybe I can discover why I became thirsty so much sooner than expected and find a remedy, if not a cure.
Until then, I must account for my tripled thirst and stockpile more blood packs. What had been six days of food are now reduced to two. God, I hope I find answers and another blood bank soon.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2019 2:30 pm
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I have copied and pasted these paragraphs from my laptop to the NAS over SSH. Setting up the SSH key infrastructure has finally paid off, and I can say the NAS is safely configured to be reachable from the wider Internet. Only the keys I have configured for this laptop can be used accordingly.
I’m at the library for today, seated towards the back end of its computer lab. Right now, the printers are ******** up like printers usually do, and making matters worse is this snowstorm forcing the library’s IT staff to stay home. Why am I, a renowned “IT Security Consultant,” doing impromptu desktop support for myself? I can (kind of) understand punk a** kids tampering with the IT infrastructure or clueless farts accidentally changing workstation settings, except not really: Something as simple as locking down configurations on all LAN infrastructure would go a long ways in making the entire thing resilient against malicious and otherwise stupid users, printers included.
Maybe it’s not the users but the admins that are at fault. I managed to troubleshoot and find that its wireless interface address resides on a completely unrelated subnet! That will explain the printer connectivity issue for sure, and thank God the staff here are clueless with respect to securing their s**t. Had they put a password on the printer’s control panel, I would have been unable to correct the network configuration. I can print my notes, at last.
Somebody is trying to locate my general position through a vampiric “blood bond.” Considering the books state it works only between related vampires or between a vampire and their target (Me), the only logical conclusion is that the vampire b***h who turned me a year ago is trying to track me down. Of course, I can only ask: Why? Why, after a year of silence from their end, is that “Nightblood” family searching for me again? On another note, it has been over a month now since my incident at Ishii’s; if the Nightbloods are looking for me, what is taking so long for them to reach my position?
s**t, how can I forget? The librarian assistant who helped me today invited me over for dinner tomorrow. Rei Riberu, or Princess Riberu as her title is concerned, said she’s a recent arrival from some monarchy. Nurin Kingdom, she called it. Once my financial situation is in better order, I think I would like to visit were it not for the anti-vampiric sentiment Rei suffered by the nobles of her court. Then again, I am a simple vampire; I doubt blue bloods want anything to do with a foulmouthed hacker such as myself. Anyway, we will be eating at her place; whether as mere friends or as romantic interests, I could not mind less, but it doesn’t seem we will have much company. I hope my dress slacks are not terribly wrinkled; I would need to pay a visit to the cleaners in the early morning, endure the ******** sunlight, and crash back inside my place until the evening. I have set my laptop to go off around five PM, two hours before we expect to meet at her place. I have preloaded fifty dollars worth of credits for Uber or a cab if the weather turns to s**t again; ideally, I might be able to reach "109 Aether District" using the metro lines without any issues, but it all depends on what I find in Google Maps.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2019 8:47 am
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The morning is off to a potentially shitty start: The roads are iced over. Apparently, the commission or mayor of this city have never heard of road salt. While this means I should have my space entirely to myself (The Arcade's regulars have never been the type to drive carefully in good weather, let alone in icy conditions), the dry cleaner across the street is closed due to this inclement weather. s**t, I guess I'll be wearing a white dress shirt with jeans this evening; the working stiffs who occasionally visit the arcade would call it "business casual," but I have no ******** clue what to expect at Rei's address. If Princess Riberu has a security detail like a Kuwaiti oil sheikh's compound, I doubt my shabby appearance would leave a favorable impression on them. Evading any guards just so I can sit down for a meal with the Princess is not a pleasant way to start off the night.
~She~ showed up. The Mirror Stalker in all her glory had the nerve to show up, insult me,
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2019 5:38 am
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Tomorrow morning, I am taking the cab to this strange mansion located well outside of the city (WIP)
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