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Siennas Odd Encounter Sr Alexandrea
Sienna Swann's quiet evening of academic pursuits and self-care is abruptly interrupted when she receives a call from Detective Ian Faulkner of the Massachusetts State Police. The detective's enigmatic demeanor suggests that Sienna is suspected of involvement in a series of hacking incidents connected to a string of financial thefts in the Boston area. Despite the late hour and her impending exam, Sienna's quick-thinking leads her to not only assure cooperation but also to delve into online forums and news reports. Her aim: to clear her name and track down the true culprit who, as she discovers, has been using her initials 'S.Swann' in their digital escapades. The weight of wrongful accusation presses upon Sienna, urging her to sift through data and hacker forums for any hint of the shapeshifter's identity.
Amidst the tension of impending law enforcement action and the pressure of an important academic deadline, Sienna's relentless investigation reveals unnerving details. The real hacker has been using her identity with the name Clarice Beaumont, who shockingly possesses numerous photographs resembling Sienna in ways that seem impossible. As Sienna dives deeper, she uncovers a connection to Arthur Kemp, an MIT student. Her digital prowess unearths a trail leading directly to Kemp, implicating him as the mastermind. In a blending of justice and vengeance, Sienna goes on the offensive, preparing incriminating evidence against Kemp and making sure his actions do not go unnoticed. The story concludes with Sienna tactically turning the tables on Kemp, proactively implicating him in a web of digital defamation, saving herself from further scrutiny and possible expulsion from her academic milieu.
(Sienna's odd encounter(SRAlexandrea):SRAlexandrea)
[Sun Dec 10 2023]
In the prettily-decorated fourthbedroom of Repentance House
Uniform in size with its counterparts, this bedroom is an oasis of calm, where azure blue and white dominate the decor. The walls, a soft white, are brought to life by accolades and photographs of scholar achievements. A window trimmed in azure blue drapes allows for a view that, while unremarkable, is suffused with daylight that accentuates the crisp, white bedding of the full-sized bed against the far wall.
The bed itself is an embodient of understated elegance, its whinte linens pristine and smooth, detailed with delicate azure embroidery that echoes the house's colors. Above it, white fairy lights offer a subtle luminescence, casting a soft academic glow over the adjacent study nook. Here, a white desk stands, organized with academic texts and a sophisticated computer setup for heavy coding and gaming.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
(Your target is accused of a crime they did not commit. The real culprit is a shapeshifter who has assumed their appearance. The target and their allies must uncover the truth and clear their name before they are apprehended by the local law enforcement.)
With Amazon News quietly playing in the background from an Echo Dot, Sienna stands in front of the mirror, her newly dyed ashen blonde hair piled up high on her head while she works a lightly-tinted B.B. cream into her face with a kabuki brush, evening out her complexion. It's set aside, leaning in, inspecting her delicate undereye, half-ready to step out somewhere for the late evening.
Evening plans are preferable on a Sunday. Amazon News shifts gears, droning on about a hacking scam going around the greater Boston area. And then? Sienna's phone rings. Brrrrrrng. Brrrrrng. Brrrrng.
As an incoming call comes in, the Amazon News automatically cycles down to a lower volume, the smart panel on her mirror flickering on with the caller ID transmitted from her iPhone on a charging part. A tap of a finger brings it forward, hardly paying mind while Sienna continues the final throes of her prep. "Hello?"
The background noise is more prevelent than the caller at first; is it a bustling office? And then a deep voice greets Sienna with, "Good evening. I'm looking for Sienna Swann."
The deep voice isn't one Sienna immediately recognizes, pausing mid-digging through a small selection of lip glosses to eye the call data displayed in front of her on the mirror. "Yes, this is she. May I ask who's calling?"
"Detective Ian Faulkner, with the Massachusetts State police, Miss Swann." There's a pause, a lingering silence from the detective that allows the bustling noise to come through again. "Miss Swann, I realize it's late, but would it be possible to get you to come in?"
Sienna uncaps her tube of MAC lipgloss, lightly dabbling on a sheen of moisturizing balm across her bottom lip before gently rubbing it in with a mash of her lips together. "Hello, Detective Faulkner," she murmurs in returned greeting, listening intently to the office drone in his background before he speaks again. "You understand that I'll have to contact our lawyer, don't you? Standard procedure."
This brings a grunt, not being the answer the detective wants to hear. "...going immediately to the lawyer may be standard, but it does make you look like you're feeling guilty, Miss Swann," he relays. His silence comes next, filled with a minute of rustling paperwork. "You are currently studying... Software engineering, correct? What sort of things have you been learning about software, Miss Swann?"
Sienna drops the MAC lipgloss tube into its container, quietly looking back across the bedroom toward her iPhone, tempted to send a text to her lawyer or mother. "What is this pertaining to, Detective Faulkner?" she quietly redirects the conversation. "It's nearly eight in the evening, day before a very important exam I have at seven AM."
"Oh, I shouldn't discuss it with you without your lawyer, Miss Swann. You made that clear."
Sienna tongues lightly at the interior of her cheek, cutting her eyes toward the cheeky detective on her phone as she moves toward the computer, shaking the mouse to rouse it from the inactivity, clicking through windows. "Now, now, Detective," she tuts softly. "What is it that you're calling for? How can I be of service?"
The rustle of papers comes first, as if Detective Faulker is creating greater suspense to keep Sienna on the hook. "A series of events has happened in the past week, relating to the relocation of funds. The perpetrator was very good, we almost didn't find them, but we traced it back to ... you, Miss Swann. Have you been dabbling in hacking in your studies?"
Sienna furrows her brows with a perturbed frown at Faulkner's words, dropping down into her seat. She clicks through to Google, fingers flying across the custom mechanical keys as she searches for reports of data breaches from local credit unions and bank branches around the greater MA area in th timeline. "Now that's troubling, detective. Illegal activities is never in my business interest, and something poor people would do. My father would roll over in his grave at the thought of me sinking to such a level of desperation to do something like that."
"Now, Miss Swann, let's not defame the less fortunate than yourself," Detective Faulkner chides. As Sienna hunts through reports, she finds a plethora: all committed in the past week in the greater Boston area, primarily from banks -- some of which are Wilson-owned, which brings its own issues. The details are crisp, concise, and lack flair. Someone is stealing large sums digitally, remotely installing a program. Warnings have gone out for people to be careful when opening e-mails, or downloading from third party sites.
"So. Will you be coming down to talk to me in person soon, Miss Swann? Or will I have to send officers out to bring you in?"
Sienna tongues lightly at the interior of her cheek, eyes quietly narrowing as she intensifies her focus on her screen. Her fingers dance across the keyboard with practiced ease, her mind sharply tuned to the task at hand, diving deep into the digital underworld to burrow to hunt down traces of the hacker's exploits. She filters through the noise, looking for any mention of the recent bank heists or similar patterns of digital theft.
"My visit will be sooner than you think, Detective," she respounds distractedly, eyes never leaving her screen. "But first, let me see what I can uncover from here. Twenty-four hours, please?"
An answer isn't waited for before she hangs up, quietly focusing on the task at hand.
Most of the news is unencrypted, and Sienna finds a wellspring of information sent between the banks regarding these events and ways to combat it in the future. As she delves deeper into the web, beyond the surface layer, she finds the signature 'S.Swann' floating around. S.Swann has yet to openly claim they are the one who's committed the hackings, but they are abuzz in forums discussing the techniques used.
The discovery of her initials in the forums sends a jolt of alarm through Sienna, a mix of anger and concern brewing in her stomach, heart leaping in her throat. She inhales a deep breath, analyzing the forum posts for any linguistic patterns, coding styles, or operational habits that could give away the impostor's identity or location. She cross-references these findings with her own databases and past online interactions, looking for any matches or familiarities.
Simultaneously, she tries to set up a honeypot operation - creating a fake but enticing target for the hacker, utilizing Tomas Inigo's demographic information, embedding it with embedding it with tracking scripts and surveillance tools, hoping to lure 'S.Swann' into revealing themselves to gain a location.
"I won't let someone tarnish my name or pull me into their mess," she mutters to herself, screens are a blur of code and data as she monitors for any hits on her honeypot while keeping an eye on the forums.
It is ... odd. There's no evidence that Sienna has interacted with this 'S.Swann' before -- none of her past interactions hold any secrets. Could it be someone who has seen the young Swann on the news? If not Sienna herself, perhaps one of the other Swanns?
But the rest of the information falls into place: S.Swann has the linguistic nature of someone from Massachusetts, someone well-educated, and possibly someone from an Ivy League school in the state. Their coding is professional, what coding can be found tied to them. For now, the honeypot goes untouched...
Sienna sits quietly at her screen, watching data trickle past in peripheral windows as her manicured nails tap impatiently at her screen. They're no amateur, potentially even out of her league, a frightening thought. /r/tDetermined, she leans back in her seat, leg swinging back and forth before she blows out a soft breath. She looks quietly at her phone again, the temptation rising to call upon someone else. Teeth nibble at her bottom lip, waiting a while longer.
Time passes painfully when you wait for something, and Sienna is subjected to waiting for the kettle to boil. She waits. She... Waits... And then? It boils. The honeypot is delved into by the bear Sienna is seeking: 'S.Swann'. The process is clean, tidy, and leaves behind traces of the existence of this other 'S.Swann' as being Cambridge, Massachusetts -- a suburb in the Greater Boston area that's been attacked most recently.
Her attention is abruptly captured by a notification on her screen. Sienna quickly analyzes the intrusion, noting the clean and efficient method of the breach with begruding appreciation. She doesn't hesitatate to spring into the next step, pulling geocache or the IP address to try and triangulate the data to a more exact address in the Cambridge suburb of the Greater Boston area.
For someone so tidy, for someone so efficient, it's surprising how easily Sienna is able to pull the IP address out. Perhaps the rival hacker did not expect to be triangulated so succinctly in real time? Pride goeth before the fall, after all. It takes much less time than the waiting period for Sienna to learn that the other 'S.Swann' is from ... the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.
Sienna stares in quiet disbelief as MIT's name is prominently displayed on her screen. "The audacity of these little pieces of shits," she mumbles under her breath irritably, though there's a trace of envy knowing how technocvally superior the others are. She sighs out, looking again toward her phone with the temptation to call the gang before she instead works on trying to find a name associated with the IP address across social media and other public forums.
This is where it gets ... odd. 'S.Swann' goes by the name Clarice Beaumont. All of her socials have the name Clarice Beaumont -- but all of the pictures appear to be of Sienna. What makes it most unusual is that all of the pictures are not photographs that Sienna remembers taking. In the photographs, she wears clothing that Sienna does not own. It's somewhat uncanny, seeing Sienna's own face in the images.
Interestingly, Clarice Beaumont's socials only started to exist a week ago.
The further down the rabbit hole she goes, the stranger it becomes for Sienna. She stares quietly at the images of herself reflected back, idly clicking through with a wistful curl of her lips. "This is so craaaaazy," she mumbles under her breath.
She tries to probe further beyond the last week, looking for her silent opponent to have made another mistake, hoping for it, and a link to an older, more established profile with the same data signatures.
It almost appears to be a desert, void of information, empty of anything. Sienna works hard, and at first, it seems like it's all for naught.
But then, in the dark recesses, the far corners, a single established profile is linked back to as Sienna follows a data trail. In the first thing posted by this 'Clarice Beaumont', the Swann finds the path to the one who might have originated all of this drama: Arthur Kemp, a third-year student at MIT who keeps mostly to himself.
Sienna nibbles quietly on her bottom lip, legs idly swinging back and forth while she casually compiles every crumb of data uncovered into an investigation document to send to the detective to prove her innocence and make a case for identity theft. But before she's ready to complete it, the Swann purses her lips in light contemplation, she begins working on digging up everything she can about the guy to try and seed his information into known pedophile forums, trans-hate groups, and even goes so far as to create deep fakes of him spreading hate speech on TikTik with MIT in its hashtag for #PurifyMIT. #WhiteLivesMatter #Trump2024.
Sienna is savage. Luckily, it is quite likely that she has also saved herself the trouble of being harassed for the crimes committed ... by Arthur Kemp, despite his masquerading as her physically and digitally. MIT probably won't appreciate having him in their classes anymore. Or maybe they will; that is a tale for another day!
Amidst the tension of impending law enforcement action and the pressure of an important academic deadline, Sienna's relentless investigation reveals unnerving details. The real hacker has been using her identity with the name Clarice Beaumont, who shockingly possesses numerous photographs resembling Sienna in ways that seem impossible. As Sienna dives deeper, she uncovers a connection to Arthur Kemp, an MIT student. Her digital prowess unearths a trail leading directly to Kemp, implicating him as the mastermind. In a blending of justice and vengeance, Sienna goes on the offensive, preparing incriminating evidence against Kemp and making sure his actions do not go unnoticed. The story concludes with Sienna tactically turning the tables on Kemp, proactively implicating him in a web of digital defamation, saving herself from further scrutiny and possible expulsion from her academic milieu.
(Sienna's odd encounter(SRAlexandrea):SRAlexandrea)
[Sun Dec 10 2023]
In the prettily-decorated fourthbedroom of Repentance House
Uniform in size with its counterparts, this bedroom is an oasis of calm, where azure blue and white dominate the decor. The walls, a soft white, are brought to life by accolades and photographs of scholar achievements. A window trimmed in azure blue drapes allows for a view that, while unremarkable, is suffused with daylight that accentuates the crisp, white bedding of the full-sized bed against the far wall.
The bed itself is an embodient of understated elegance, its whinte linens pristine and smooth, detailed with delicate azure embroidery that echoes the house's colors. Above it, white fairy lights offer a subtle luminescence, casting a soft academic glow over the adjacent study nook. Here, a white desk stands, organized with academic texts and a sophisticated computer setup for heavy coding and gaming.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
(Your target is accused of a crime they did not commit. The real culprit is a shapeshifter who has assumed their appearance. The target and their allies must uncover the truth and clear their name before they are apprehended by the local law enforcement.)
With Amazon News quietly playing in the background from an Echo Dot, Sienna stands in front of the mirror, her newly dyed ashen blonde hair piled up high on her head while she works a lightly-tinted B.B. cream into her face with a kabuki brush, evening out her complexion. It's set aside, leaning in, inspecting her delicate undereye, half-ready to step out somewhere for the late evening.
Evening plans are preferable on a Sunday. Amazon News shifts gears, droning on about a hacking scam going around the greater Boston area. And then? Sienna's phone rings. Brrrrrrng. Brrrrrng. Brrrrng.
As an incoming call comes in, the Amazon News automatically cycles down to a lower volume, the smart panel on her mirror flickering on with the caller ID transmitted from her iPhone on a charging part. A tap of a finger brings it forward, hardly paying mind while Sienna continues the final throes of her prep. "Hello?"
The background noise is more prevelent than the caller at first; is it a bustling office? And then a deep voice greets Sienna with, "Good evening. I'm looking for Sienna Swann."
The deep voice isn't one Sienna immediately recognizes, pausing mid-digging through a small selection of lip glosses to eye the call data displayed in front of her on the mirror. "Yes, this is she. May I ask who's calling?"
"Detective Ian Faulkner, with the Massachusetts State police, Miss Swann." There's a pause, a lingering silence from the detective that allows the bustling noise to come through again. "Miss Swann, I realize it's late, but would it be possible to get you to come in?"
Sienna uncaps her tube of MAC lipgloss, lightly dabbling on a sheen of moisturizing balm across her bottom lip before gently rubbing it in with a mash of her lips together. "Hello, Detective Faulkner," she murmurs in returned greeting, listening intently to the office drone in his background before he speaks again. "You understand that I'll have to contact our lawyer, don't you? Standard procedure."
This brings a grunt, not being the answer the detective wants to hear. "...going immediately to the lawyer may be standard, but it does make you look like you're feeling guilty, Miss Swann," he relays. His silence comes next, filled with a minute of rustling paperwork. "You are currently studying... Software engineering, correct? What sort of things have you been learning about software, Miss Swann?"
Sienna drops the MAC lipgloss tube into its container, quietly looking back across the bedroom toward her iPhone, tempted to send a text to her lawyer or mother. "What is this pertaining to, Detective Faulkner?" she quietly redirects the conversation. "It's nearly eight in the evening, day before a very important exam I have at seven AM."
"Oh, I shouldn't discuss it with you without your lawyer, Miss Swann. You made that clear."
Sienna tongues lightly at the interior of her cheek, cutting her eyes toward the cheeky detective on her phone as she moves toward the computer, shaking the mouse to rouse it from the inactivity, clicking through windows. "Now, now, Detective," she tuts softly. "What is it that you're calling for? How can I be of service?"
The rustle of papers comes first, as if Detective Faulker is creating greater suspense to keep Sienna on the hook. "A series of events has happened in the past week, relating to the relocation of funds. The perpetrator was very good, we almost didn't find them, but we traced it back to ... you, Miss Swann. Have you been dabbling in hacking in your studies?"
Sienna furrows her brows with a perturbed frown at Faulkner's words, dropping down into her seat. She clicks through to Google, fingers flying across the custom mechanical keys as she searches for reports of data breaches from local credit unions and bank branches around the greater MA area in th timeline. "Now that's troubling, detective. Illegal activities is never in my business interest, and something poor people would do. My father would roll over in his grave at the thought of me sinking to such a level of desperation to do something like that."
"Now, Miss Swann, let's not defame the less fortunate than yourself," Detective Faulkner chides. As Sienna hunts through reports, she finds a plethora: all committed in the past week in the greater Boston area, primarily from banks -- some of which are Wilson-owned, which brings its own issues. The details are crisp, concise, and lack flair. Someone is stealing large sums digitally, remotely installing a program. Warnings have gone out for people to be careful when opening e-mails, or downloading from third party sites.
"So. Will you be coming down to talk to me in person soon, Miss Swann? Or will I have to send officers out to bring you in?"
Sienna tongues lightly at the interior of her cheek, eyes quietly narrowing as she intensifies her focus on her screen. Her fingers dance across the keyboard with practiced ease, her mind sharply tuned to the task at hand, diving deep into the digital underworld to burrow to hunt down traces of the hacker's exploits. She filters through the noise, looking for any mention of the recent bank heists or similar patterns of digital theft.
"My visit will be sooner than you think, Detective," she respounds distractedly, eyes never leaving her screen. "But first, let me see what I can uncover from here. Twenty-four hours, please?"
An answer isn't waited for before she hangs up, quietly focusing on the task at hand.
Most of the news is unencrypted, and Sienna finds a wellspring of information sent between the banks regarding these events and ways to combat it in the future. As she delves deeper into the web, beyond the surface layer, she finds the signature 'S.Swann' floating around. S.Swann has yet to openly claim they are the one who's committed the hackings, but they are abuzz in forums discussing the techniques used.
The discovery of her initials in the forums sends a jolt of alarm through Sienna, a mix of anger and concern brewing in her stomach, heart leaping in her throat. She inhales a deep breath, analyzing the forum posts for any linguistic patterns, coding styles, or operational habits that could give away the impostor's identity or location. She cross-references these findings with her own databases and past online interactions, looking for any matches or familiarities.
Simultaneously, she tries to set up a honeypot operation - creating a fake but enticing target for the hacker, utilizing Tomas Inigo's demographic information, embedding it with embedding it with tracking scripts and surveillance tools, hoping to lure 'S.Swann' into revealing themselves to gain a location.
"I won't let someone tarnish my name or pull me into their mess," she mutters to herself, screens are a blur of code and data as she monitors for any hits on her honeypot while keeping an eye on the forums.
It is ... odd. There's no evidence that Sienna has interacted with this 'S.Swann' before -- none of her past interactions hold any secrets. Could it be someone who has seen the young Swann on the news? If not Sienna herself, perhaps one of the other Swanns?
But the rest of the information falls into place: S.Swann has the linguistic nature of someone from Massachusetts, someone well-educated, and possibly someone from an Ivy League school in the state. Their coding is professional, what coding can be found tied to them. For now, the honeypot goes untouched...
Sienna sits quietly at her screen, watching data trickle past in peripheral windows as her manicured nails tap impatiently at her screen. They're no amateur, potentially even out of her league, a frightening thought. /r/tDetermined, she leans back in her seat, leg swinging back and forth before she blows out a soft breath. She looks quietly at her phone again, the temptation rising to call upon someone else. Teeth nibble at her bottom lip, waiting a while longer.
Time passes painfully when you wait for something, and Sienna is subjected to waiting for the kettle to boil. She waits. She... Waits... And then? It boils. The honeypot is delved into by the bear Sienna is seeking: 'S.Swann'. The process is clean, tidy, and leaves behind traces of the existence of this other 'S.Swann' as being Cambridge, Massachusetts -- a suburb in the Greater Boston area that's been attacked most recently.
Her attention is abruptly captured by a notification on her screen. Sienna quickly analyzes the intrusion, noting the clean and efficient method of the breach with begruding appreciation. She doesn't hesitatate to spring into the next step, pulling geocache or the IP address to try and triangulate the data to a more exact address in the Cambridge suburb of the Greater Boston area.
For someone so tidy, for someone so efficient, it's surprising how easily Sienna is able to pull the IP address out. Perhaps the rival hacker did not expect to be triangulated so succinctly in real time? Pride goeth before the fall, after all. It takes much less time than the waiting period for Sienna to learn that the other 'S.Swann' is from ... the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.
Sienna stares in quiet disbelief as MIT's name is prominently displayed on her screen. "The audacity of these little pieces of shits," she mumbles under her breath irritably, though there's a trace of envy knowing how technocvally superior the others are. She sighs out, looking again toward her phone with the temptation to call the gang before she instead works on trying to find a name associated with the IP address across social media and other public forums.
This is where it gets ... odd. 'S.Swann' goes by the name Clarice Beaumont. All of her socials have the name Clarice Beaumont -- but all of the pictures appear to be of Sienna. What makes it most unusual is that all of the pictures are not photographs that Sienna remembers taking. In the photographs, she wears clothing that Sienna does not own. It's somewhat uncanny, seeing Sienna's own face in the images.
Interestingly, Clarice Beaumont's socials only started to exist a week ago.
The further down the rabbit hole she goes, the stranger it becomes for Sienna. She stares quietly at the images of herself reflected back, idly clicking through with a wistful curl of her lips. "This is so craaaaazy," she mumbles under her breath.
She tries to probe further beyond the last week, looking for her silent opponent to have made another mistake, hoping for it, and a link to an older, more established profile with the same data signatures.
It almost appears to be a desert, void of information, empty of anything. Sienna works hard, and at first, it seems like it's all for naught.
But then, in the dark recesses, the far corners, a single established profile is linked back to as Sienna follows a data trail. In the first thing posted by this 'Clarice Beaumont', the Swann finds the path to the one who might have originated all of this drama: Arthur Kemp, a third-year student at MIT who keeps mostly to himself.
Sienna nibbles quietly on her bottom lip, legs idly swinging back and forth while she casually compiles every crumb of data uncovered into an investigation document to send to the detective to prove her innocence and make a case for identity theft. But before she's ready to complete it, the Swann purses her lips in light contemplation, she begins working on digging up everything she can about the guy to try and seed his information into known pedophile forums, trans-hate groups, and even goes so far as to create deep fakes of him spreading hate speech on TikTik with MIT in its hashtag for #PurifyMIT. #WhiteLivesMatter #Trump2024.
Sienna is savage. Luckily, it is quite likely that she has also saved herself the trouble of being harassed for the crimes committed ... by Arthur Kemp, despite his masquerading as her physically and digitally. MIT probably won't appreciate having him in their classes anymore. Or maybe they will; that is a tale for another day!