The house of Dracos

[Brian]

It is now Friday, January 5th, at around 10:00 AM, EST.

You (Dracos, Ginrai, Rezantis) are comfortably ensconed in the warm haven that is the House of Dracos.  There's two six-packs of root beer in the fridge, along with some cold pizza.

Bjorn, you share a time zone, but are currently located in your own comfortable, regally furnished (if one counts unopened cardboard boxes) home.  You have a distinct lack of quality leftovers.

Shade, it's 12:00 AM in the Ryu-Kyu islands.  You've had about 13 hours to move, and No Tea.

[Dracos]

Dracos gets up, and heads over to glance outside.  "Yay, snow."

He heads over and knocks on the door for the room he told Gin he could crash the night before.  "Wake up, got work."

Dracos

[Ginrai]

Ginrai slowly pulls himself out of bed, having not had much sleep the previous night.

"Umm... are you sure that's a good idea?" he asks drowsily, recalling the events at his home the previous night.

[Dracos]

"Work for you.  Now come on, we got to shovel out the cars."

Dracos hands Ginrai a handy dandy snow shovel, takes one for himself and gets his heavy coat on for heading out.

After he does this he leads the way outside to begin the whole shoveling out of the driveway thing.

Dracos

[Brian]

Your plans have failed.

It has all been for naught.

Your neighbor, perhaps to thank you for the ice-scraper, and perhaps just to break in the snow-blower he got from the wife for Christmas, has already taken care of the driveway.  He's humming to himself as he finishes re-coiling the cable of his snow-blower, and about to trundle it into the garage.

[Ginrai]

"Well, back to bed."

Before Dracos could say anything, Ginrai heads back to the room he was in for a few more hours of sleep.

[Dracos]

"Eh... oh well."  Dracos heads in, putting the heavy coat and shovels away.

Dracos fixes himself some breakfest, warming his hands up over his computer as he checked his email, irc, aim, forums.

In that randomseque order >_>.

Dracos

[Brian]

The fest of breaking occurs.  Rez may or may not be stirring.  You vaguely recall a spindle of CDs (AMVs) that you were sent by Brian some years ago being in that room, so it's a difficult call to make.

When you log into #void, all is as normal.  Bjorn is on (though idle).  In #sr, Odin PMs you to inform you that there is a new user (Cabbit_Fire!dionesses@samiam.org) had joined, and subsequently been banned.  Apparently, this user logged in, /WHOISed everyone in the channel, (and according to both Onigiri and Odin) then proceeded to actually run a port-scan on the users of each user in the channel.

When questioned, Cabbit_Fire replied to nothing.  Said nothing.  Merely /WHOISed and portscanned.

This user is currently also sitting in #fanfic (ignoring everyone there) and in #void.

[Dracos]

Dracos nods and smilingly wishes CabbitFire a good day with the ban button from #void.

Idly, Dracos checks to see if the Ayame box is still open at all.

Dracos

[Brian]

The Ayame box returns no pings, nor requests for entry.  Either it's got a firewall that drops all incoming connections that it doesn't initiate activity on, or it's down.

However.  You get a PM from Cabbit_Fire....

<Cabbit_Fire> Your MAC address is being tracked.  Be very careful.  Please take care of 'Rez' for me.

[Dracos]

PM(CabbitFire)><Dracos>Right, fun in australia?  modem mac or hardware?

Dracos ponders, standing up and going into...one of the boxes.  Being the mad pickpocketyfellow he is, he slips out one of his old cable modems he swiped from adelphia ages back.

"It's amazing what they'll forget after a test trial."

Dracos

[Bjorn]

#void

<Bjorn> Ah.  Nothing like food for hunger, that's what I say, I do.
<Bjorn> And if you say otherwise, I'll gut you and thread your tonsils backwards through your digestive system.
-> *Dracos* Who was Cabbit_Fire and why did you ban him/her/it?

[Dracos]

#void

Dracos>Food is for the hungry!
-> *Bjorn* Someone doing a whois/portscan run of the network...albeit... it might just be that weird computer program rez picked up.  One sec, it's PM'ing me.

Dracos

[Bjorn]

#void

<Bjorn> No, food is for the thirsty.  Air is for the hungry.
<Bjorn> Or, wait.
<Bjorn> Hmmm.
<Bjorn> You may be on to something.
-> *Dracos* Wait, you weren't kidding about picking up an AI?

[Brian]

As Cabbit_Fire
-> *Dracos* I do not know.  I am no longer in Australia.  Currently, it is your NIC MAC addresses.  These should not be broadcasted across a LAN under normal circumstances, but their methods are advanced.
-> *Dracos* They have your IP and know your location.  I do not believe that they have access to your ISP or the ability to monitor your packet-stream yet.
-> *Dracos* I would suggest not acting anything other than normal for the moment.  If they do not know that you are aware of their monitoring, it may be possible to find out where they are connecting from.
-> *Dracos* I have to disconnect, as I do not wish to comprimise my current host.  I can be contacted at ad3lphi_reader@hotmail.com.

At this point, Cabbit_Fire is no longer on the server.  (Your #sr spies who work in #fanfic cheer that the script kiddie has peered.)