I'm not sure I'd call this living, but... someone certain does spend a lot of time here. I feel a little sorry for them.
[Goro taps rhythmically on the table, staring at the laptop before sighing; they're already trespassing into private property, into someone's living quarters and rummaging around, going through someone's personal files on a computer is just another thing on the list.
It powers on easily, in stark contrast to the rest of the building, and there's pages of notes and diagrams that just as quickly blink away, back to the lock screen. Maybe they'd been digital copies of what had been found here already. Maybe they were different.
Either way, it's something that's hidden now, and that means he needs to uncover it. His heart's beating faster from the taste of mystery.]
no subject
[Goro taps rhythmically on the table, staring at the laptop before sighing; they're already trespassing into private property, into someone's living quarters and rummaging around, going through someone's personal files on a computer is just another thing on the list.
It powers on easily, in stark contrast to the rest of the building, and there's pages of notes and diagrams that just as quickly blink away, back to the lock screen. Maybe they'd been digital copies of what had been found here already. Maybe they were different.
Either way, it's something that's hidden now, and that means he needs to uncover it. His heart's beating faster from the taste of mystery.]
We need a password.