The Aftermaths of a Raid

[Friday Morning]

Friday nodded. "I'm sure whatever you guys figure out will be great!" she insisted, throwing perhaps a little too much enthusiasm behind the words. She was just happy that this was going to be solved so quickly; she wouldn't have to worry about someone coming back or go around thinking that just about anyone could be some kind of weird underwear thief. Balance restored.

It was a little disappointing that Brianna couldn't figure it out either. Maybe Friday would ask a few of her other friends or people she knew; see if anyone had some good ideas for what was going on or what to do or anything along those lines.

While Brianna worked, Friday spent some time exploring the security office. She didn't quite start prying into places she shouldn't or anything, but she couldn't help but be curious (and slightly bored, she had to admit). It wasn't like she'd been in here all that often. It was about what she expected, though perhaps a little lower tech. They really should have some of the students with tech powers work on it.

Brianna's words got Friday's attention again, the girl spinning (and very nearly knocking into a monitor as she did). "oh, yeah, that shouldn't be a problem!" Friday chirped. "Like, did you want me to upload them somewhere or message them to your or something? Is there, like, a procedure? oh," Friday nearly jumped then, "they've got to be submitted as evidence, right, like, tagged and all?" Friday grinned, finding it more exciting now that they'd gotten past that icky, gross part.

[Brianna Keegan]

Brianna once again answered with a nod instead of real words. Though a smile played about her lips at hearing the renewed enthusiasm in Friday’s voice. Maybe it was a little too much for the subject, but Brianna wouldn’t blame her in this case. This was an altogether odd situation when it came to. While Friday explored (and Brianna was unsure if she should let the student do so), Brianna went through the roster until she found the student. That pretty much concluded their need to be in the lounge. Which might’ve been a good thing because Brianna swore her heart nearly stopped when she saw Friday almost knock a monitor over.

“You could just send them to me and I’ll take care of things from there.” Brianna said, pulling out her phone to bring up her own contact information and show it to Friday. it was probably a good thing to have in case something like this ever ended up happening again. Hopefully it never would, but one couldn’t be too careful. “There is a procedure and all, but I’m pretty sure you’d get bored by it.” Brianna said with a shrug. While Friday could get her contact info, Brianna walked over to grab a paper for Friday’s roommate to fill out.

[Friday Morning]

"Sure thing!" Friday all but chirped, leaning over and looking at the displayed contact information. Her fingers began flying, typing up the message and inputting numbers. It would be within a minute or so that Brianna would be receiving notification that she'd received the photos. Friday had actually done a decent job too: came from picking up the memories and all.

"I wouldn't mind," Friday offered. "I mean, if I'm reporting it, I should probably take full responsibility and all. Or something. Plus, like, if it's just a matter of doing some sort of form or something, you could about just put whatever it is into my hands and I'd just start doing it," Friday waved her hand in the air in a general motion to further prove the point, before shrugging.

"OH, should I, like, save your information or, like, did you want me to delete this or..." Friday asked, before gesturing at her phone. "Or... something?"

[Brianna Keegan]

Friday appeared to handle herself fairly well with that task. Brianna’s smile widened while she gathered up the paper for her roommate. Listening to Friday in the meantime, she shrugged her shoulders. “You’ve basically been doing it anyways. We’ll probably need to bring you both in once we get the boy who did this. For now though it’s all just paperwork and pictures and whatnot.” Brianna waved the paper she currently held as if to confirm that statement.

Then came the issue of Friday having her contact. “Oh, um…” She wasn’t actually too sure about that. Brianna had to pause for a few seconds to think before eventually shrugging. “I guess it might be useful for you to keep it under “Security” or something. In case anything bad like this happens again and you’ve got to contact one of us fast.” Hopefully nothing similar to this would happen again, but while Friday liked to think the best of people, Brianna was more skeptical. Sure she believed there was goodness in every person, but it didn’t help to be prepared for the badness too.

“Now, let’s head on back to your dorms.” Brianna said with a smile as she took back her phone and headed for the door.

[Friday Morning]

"Awesome opossum," Friday chirped in response as Brianna insisted that she'd pretty well handled everything already. The teenager kept right on beaming, even as Brianna sort of stumbled through the whole contact thing. Friday deftly saved Brianna under "security woman" as a contact, since she figured it couldn't hurt to have someone like that on call or anything like that.

"And if you need me for anything else, just ask," Friday said, before giggling. "I guess that's your line, huh?" Friday shrugged and popped out of her seat, pausing for a moment to grab some cookies for her friend before heading for the door. After that, it would pretty much be a hop skip back to her dorm and hopefully back to a normal life with decidedly less underwear thievery.

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