Matty Morrican, BlackoutINTERMISSION: BLACKOUT
Matty is working on his homework, still feeling pretty good about how things went, when his dad calls him downstairs. There, he finds his mother crying quietly and his dad looking grim. His dad says with no preamble, "I just found out who it was that fell from the bridge. It was your Uncle Tony. I wanted you to hear it from me. We're going to have to be careful for a little while now..."
Uncle Tony is Tony Pavone, the younger brother of Luca Pavone, the leader of the Pavone crime family, who's your dad's boss. Unlike Luca, Tony came around socially sometimes, and you have memories of him in your house since you were little. He was a funny guy, generous to others, hot-tempered. He used to call you "Champ." Now he's gone.
What's your strongest memory of "Uncle" Tony Pavone?
Matty wasn’t prepared, not at all. Not for the news, and not for the flood of feelings he had to quickly clamp down on. He should have felt relief. Tony Pavone had, by all accounts, done horrible things to innocent people… but Matty didn’t feel relief. He felt sorrow, loss. The world may have rid itself of the gangster Tony Pavone, but he'd lost his Uncle Tony. Not an actual uncle, to be fair, but as good as blood. It hurt. It hurt a lot.
Uncle Tony had been really supportive of Matty, particularly in his acting. In fact, Uncle Tony was firmly wedged in his memory as the first person ever to give him a standing ovation.
He’d been quite little, trusted with a role that should have gone to an older kid. He’d gotten overconfident, hadn’t looked over his lines as much as he should have. The inevitable happened. It was the only time he ever remembered freezing on stage, mind completely blank, the teacher standing in the wings hissing out his line louder and louder until he shook himself free of his panic. He’d crawled into the nearest corner as soon as he’d gotten offstage. He was mortified, ashamed, crushed. His then-best friend actually had to grab him by the arm and pull him back on stage for the bow. There, under the heat of the lights, the heat in his cheeks, all he could hear as he stepped forward to bow was silence. That was when Uncle Tony had stood up in the crowd, clapping loudly, hooting and hollering, the only person clapping for him. Seeing his possibly drunk idiot of an uncle standing there, slapping his hands together so hard Matty could feel his own hands sting, made him feel much better. Made him feel like less of a failure. In that moment, he’d really loved Uncle Tony.
Now, Uncle Tony was gone. Forever.
Once again, Matty found himself frozen, with no idea what to say.
OOC: And now, my end-of-credits scene
Matty Morrican, and Blackout
Later that night, his eyes still rimmed in red, Matty tried to teach the Blackout Program a new trick. He knew what he wanted it to do: pull information from an infected phone or computer without bricking it, and send it to his own computer. He even knew what he was going to call it: The Live Mouse Protocol.
Pulling the info and bricking the phone, the program could do easily. It was the leaving it undamaged part that was the problem, the bit that would allow the program and its owner to stay undetected. No matter what he tried, Matty couldn’t stop the program from going for the nuclear option after it’d pulled out the data. It didn’t even go for the same method of destruction each time, but destroy the other phone it did. If a computer program could be said to enjoy anything, this one enjoyed playing with its food.
Matty sighed softly.
“Hey, Blackout, you have a real problem, you know,” he said to the program, “You’re a sadist. I don’t want a dead mouse, I want a…”
His phone, its microphone active, beeped assent. The two words, Dead Mouse, stood still on the screen for a second, followed by a flurry of code as the program started working at top speed. Before Matty could even think about stopping it, it had reached out to its entire network of infected machines, and started ripping out information. It wasn’t bricking them, though. Instead, it was cutting and pasting the information. Matty slowly grinned. This could work. It’d look like the affected phones had accidentally deleted everything that the program retrieved. It was a brute force solution, but for the moment, it’d do.
OOC: Am I right in thinking I need to roll to Unleash my Powers, or are you alright with this as a narrative thing DannyK ? I’m basically using it to justify taking the “All the best stuff” move in future.