#systemadministratorclu

[marlinspirkhall]

to collapse homoerotically into your buddy's arms

Sorry for making this about star trek, it will happen again

[the-haunted-office]

(This is probably the worst, stupidest, most cursed thing I've ever made, why can't I stop laughing?)

Doom looks at this with a straight face for about 4.2 seconds...

...before breaking out into fits of giggles.

"Rourkerolled! Ehehehehehe! You know what, I'd pay actual money to see him sing this song, the dance and all, except money means nothing, so he has to do it for free now, ehehehehehe. ROUUUUURRRRKEEEEE!" she starts calling down the hallways. "ROUUUUURRRRKEEEE! HEY! HEY! HEYYYYYY!!!!!! WE NEED YOU FOR SOMETHINGGGGGG!"

[not-that-dillinger]

“Please look after yourself better.” Clu, to Ed.

Ed sighed. "I know, and I'm sorry. I'll try to do better."

Better, he knew, was an incredibly low bar. He'd burned through all his spoons at work, and kept pushing, until his body gave out on him and he could barely get up. It had gotten bad enough that Ed was actually wearing his wrist braces for once, something he refused to do in public, and especially at the Encom board meetings.

And yet, that was how Clu found his user when he came to visit: laying flat on his back on the couch with both his wrists in braces. His work computer had been connected to the large flat screen TV, and displaying one of his projects for Encom.

He'd say that it was just the usual, Mackey pushing back deadlines, but it was more than that, and Ed knew he was using it as a distraction from what he'd gone through at his father and brother's hands when he'd been abducted before Clu rescued him.

Better was a low bar, an empty promise. Clu deserved better.

"I'll call out of work tomorrow and until this passes--and actually rest--then make an appointment with my therapist when I've recovered enough that I can get there and have that conversation without exhausting myself again. Promise."

[fourbitsinatrenchcoat]

I love your url.

XD thanks!

[cmdrjanus-2]

Thanks for liking/RBing my weird Rourke edits, even the not-Tron ones. Really means a lot to see this stuff break containment into blogs for other fandoms.

My pleasure. :)

[onlyalad]

closed starter for @systemadministratorclu

The plush rabbit looked out at the new world around it. What on earth could this dazzling place possibly be? It sure looked like a city, but with lights the likes of which Pippin had never seen before. Not even in pictures. On a second thought, it had seen something vaguely similar to this before, darkness illuminated by magical lights... but only up in the sky. "Am I in space?" Pippin couldn't help but mumble to itself.

All it remembers is a computer lab, and then a flash of bright light…

Despite the cityscape, it didn't spot any immediate people. Or perhaps not at its short height. Without the faintest idea of who or what to look for, it decided to call out. “Hello?”

[toranoya]

"Happy birthday, Malik. I brought you that cake you like. No, I didn't bake it. If I did, it'd probably be on fire." He said with a smile.

"You didn't think I'd forget did you?"

(@little-yugi-muto-rp)

Malik shook his head. "No, I didn't think you'd forget, I'm just glad for anything you give me." Malik said as he reached a hand out to rub through Yugi's hair. "You're pretty good at this boyfriend thing, I hope you didn't tell the others though."

[hal900-0]

Question for blog admin: are you okay doing RPs with other versions of Hal?

I ask because I have a Hal muse also. If not, it's okay, I have a couple other characters I could make work.

(( oooo that could be fun. Two different Hal units interacting. I have no problem with that :)

[0r1c]

"H-Hello, program. Can I help you?"

plagu3 paused, two bold exclamation points flashing across his helmet as he jerks towards the source of the voice. He's never been approached by another program on this system, let alone while he was... well, skulking about like a weirdo would probably be the best way to put it. The program isn't close enough to grab, but plagu3 figures he's quick enough with his disc that it won't matter if there's any trouble. He may as well be... somewhat upfront.

DO YOU KNOW HOW TO OPEN THIS DOOR?

The text scrolls slowly across his helmet, plagu3's head tipping to one side, then the other, before he gestures towards the door he'd been trying to break into with his shoulder.

I NEED SUPPLIES :)

[theevilelflord]

Elf, you GOTTA get a profile picture for this thing, I keep almost reporting it as a spambot.

Lol I've had this account like this for over a decade... why would I make any changes to it now?

(I jest. I know I gotta... I have no idea what to change it to....)

[the-haunted-office]

@systemadministratorclu Murdering Rourke's father. Except they weren't all three in a relationship then, but still x)

Unethical polyamory not in the sense that the partners aren't consenting to multiple relationships but in the sense that they kill people as a group

[the-haunted-office]

(Not a meme) I feel like this is a shirt Doom would give him.....and he'd happily wear it:

Yes!!

See, she'd give him that one, then she'd give one to Milo that says "smaller dork" and then she'd be "medium dork". x)

[not-that-dillinger]

A message appears, in gold font on a black background, on Ed's personal device screen. Not an email or text or chat. This is something unique, its own thing, a computer messaging another computer. And yet the words of the message are not those of a computer, but of a person calling out to a void.

"Hello? Is anyone out there. Anyone receiving me?"

//not a meme//

Julian froze at the message. Slowly, wide smile spread across his face. It was not a kind smile, nothing like Ed's. It was that of someone who took pleasure in the suffering of others and was very often the source of it.

"So this is what you've been trying to protect, Junior?" he asked the empty room. "A pity you destroyed the laser. I would have loved to have seen your cute little tamagatchi world, met your little pet."

Julian had been a senior in high school when the initial disaster of the DataWraith project had occurred, and he'd been working with fCon's team to rebuild it since he'd graduated college, but Pater still hadn't allowed him to take an active role and see what the inside of the computer looked like.

It seems like Junior had, despite his betrayal to the family.

Hello, Clu,

Julian messaged back.

Eddie's told me so much about you! I am very excited to finally meet you!

Perhaps he could rebuild the laser and see his dear brothers virtual world. Julian was going to have so much fun destroying everything his brother held dear and then watch his brother completely shatter, trapped and unable to do anything about it. And maybe once he'd destroyed his brother's little world, he would have proven to Pater that he was worthy to be an active part of the rebuilt Data Wraith program.

[stargatelov3r]

Series recs: The Neighborhood and Ghosts.

I don't go nuts over either, but when they're on I enjoy them.

ayy thank you!

I'll be sure to check them out!

did you mean Ghosts 2021- or Ghosts 2019-2023?

[the-haunted-office]

@systemadministratorclu - Sonic

I have to make everything ok really fast

[0r1c]

Who is plagu3?

oooo a VERY good question actually! i did update my about page w/ some brief information on him but it'd be fun to do a more comprehensive rundown of plagu3.RAT, or plagu3 for short!

plagu3.RAT is malware!! specifically, he's polymorphic ransomware! that means, once he's been downloaded onto a computer system he will begin encrypting programs one by one until a ransom is paid to his User. If no ransom ever comes, his secondary function kicks in: derezz everything. How, you may ask, would malware even get onto the Grid? a drive-by download! He and his siblings can exploit connection vulnerabilities to download themselves without consent. Essentially, once Clu began probing connections to try and page AlanOne, plagu3 was able to use that connection to download himself on to the Grid.

And then... he got stuck. The Grid isn't any normal system, after all, and plagu3.RAT was suddenly cut off from two very important support networks: his User, and his siblings. See, plagu3.RAT isn't the only copy of himself out there on the net, and his User keeps track of all of them— they can all report to each other, too. Essentially, they've got a sort of hive-mind when on a normal system. You can probably imagine how devastating that was, going from a very deep connection to his User and every other copy of his core code to... nothing. Dead silence in his mind. Suffice to say, since there's no way to receive a ransom, plagu3's secondary function became very personal to him.

His encryption ability functions as paralysis spread by touch. It's not incredibly fast, mind you, but it's also not reversible by anyone except plagu3. However, it can only be inflicted via touch, so just... don't let him grab you! That's my plagu3.RAT pro tip. Early in his time on the Grid, he'd encrypt any random programs he could and go through their memories to educate himself on the Grid since he had no prior experience with a similar system to go off of.

Now, I mentioned he's polymorphic. What does that mean? Well, in real-world terms, polymorphic malware combines a mutation engine with self-propagating code to rapidly and continuously change its code. In lore terms, that means plagu3 can change his appearance at will— even things you could normally identify a program by like circuit pattern and color. One microcycle his circuits are blue, the next they're orange, pink, even white or yellow. In order to reliably identify + track him, a security monitor would need access to the core portion of his code which doesn't change. This is... nearly impossible on a system like the Grid.

While Oric is semi-verbal by necessity (Oric's User was nonverbal), plagu3.RAT IS fully verbal— he just prefers not to speak english. His helmet, which unfolds upward from beneath his jaw to form either a half-mask or a full helmet can project images pulled from the internet and stored on his disc, or brief lines of text generated from his thoughts (1-5 words at a time). While the half-mask can still project text-images, it's more limited; if he's exposing his eyes, it's generally so he can sign. He's fluent in both ASL and TSP (Swedish sign language), as his User was HoH. So is plagu3, but his helmet can augment his hearing if he wants.

plagu3's helmet can also project audio, and he uses this function mostly as a sort of echolalia. It helps him cope with the sudden separation from his User/siblings, filling the dead space in his head. If he has to speak english, he'll also generally sign along while he speaks— if he's not signing, his hands are usually fidgeting. Drumming on his thighs, playing with his or another program's disc, anything to occupy himself. He's a very fidgety program in general, from bouncing on his heels to rocking back and forth, to shaking or flapping his hands, or snapping random rhythms/along to music. It helps keep him... as calm as murderous malware can be, when he's overwhelmed by this near-alien system he's stuck on.

This post has a good approximation of plagu3's true appearance— aside from the facial markings, it's as close to his User as he gets.

Lastly, 'cause it's fun for me, here are a few songs that are what I'd call "plagu3core" — if you want a crash course on his character's vibes, this is it: Ass Backwards, Killbot!, Ginger Claps, KEEP MY ADDRESSE TO YOURSELF BECAUSE WE NEED SECRETS!, Numb! (80s Remix), Kill V. Maim (Little Jimmy Urine Remix)