Kitty and Doug take on the porn sites
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xp_logsImmediately following these emails.
Kitty shifted her laptop in her grip and took yet another deep breath. See, this is why she and Paige had gotten out of the mansion. Bummer that email tended to wait around till you got back, though. But no, she would be calm and cool about this. There were important things to do, and she and Doug would have to be able to work together to do it, which meant putting aside her anger, for now. She devoutly ignored the little part of her brain that was whispering that no, he probably didn't actually need her help and everyone knew it and she had become number two at everything and opened the door to his and Jamie's suite. "Hey, Doug! It's me," she called.
"Kit!" Doug said with a grin of welcome. Her body language looked...tense. But it was probably better to just try and be nice, and if things had to be discussed, better to let them come out naturally than to call her on how she looked. That way lay testiness and snarking. And he'd rather avoid those if he could. "All ready to squash the cockroaches of the Internet?" he asked brightly.
"Indeed," she said, nodding firmly. "I found the top offenders, and just finding them makes my soul feel dirty. They need to go away." A viscious smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
"Then let's get cracking," Doug said grimly. Turning to his laptop, he brought it up with a few keystrokes. "We need to make these idiots wish they were never born." He chuckled. "We also should have a spiffy name or something. The Committee Against Bad Alison Blaire Porn, or something. But catchy."
Kitty settled onto a chair and booted her laptop, waiting while it powerd up. "Definitely something catchy," she agreed. "And preferably something that doesn't shorten to CABAB-P." She grinned wryly. "Not that I should talk, as I lack catchy nicknaming skills."
"I was hoping you'd be able to come up with something, because it should be very apparent that I can't come up with spiffy organization acronyms, either," Doug replied with an answering grin. "So," he said, looking at the long list of objectionable websites that he and Kitty had compiled. "Where do we start?"
"We'll make Jamie come up with something then, later," Kitty said. "I'm sure whatever it is will be funny, although probably distressing in it's own way. And then he can feel like he's had some part in the attack on Al's detractors as well." She chuckled, then grew serious. "I'd say pretty much everyone on that list has forfitted the chance to get a warning and take them down on their own, although some of the lesser offenders probably would if we asked. The top four on the list, though..." The scowl on Kitty's face would best be described as thunderous. "They need to go away, Doug. Entirely. I want them to not be able to come back. If it were possible I would castrate who ever is behind them and then have them drawn and quartered." There had been... other things on those sites as well. Things that someone would be punished for. Her body language was screaming pure, barely restrained fury and it seemed as though there was something besides the films with Al in them that had her upset..
Doug nodded in heartfelt agreement. He idly wondered if he could maybe talk to Domino about putting the fear of God into some of the worse offenders. He marveled for a moment at the change the mansion had wrought on him, that he didn't even blink at the idea of enlisting a professional mercenary's help to take care of some people he didn't like.
"Absolutely," he said. "We've got a few options there, as far as I can tell. We can get them busted by the FBI, we can hack their lives to make them a living hell, or we can get some people to rough them up." He shrugged. "Or we could go with D. All of the above."
"D sounds like a good starting point," Kitty said. "And then after that's all done we can decide if they still need punishing." It was unusual to see the normally very reasonable girl so angry, but she definitely was.
It wasn't as though Doug were any less angry than Kitty, he just thought that perhaps he was hiding it better. Or maybe he was a bit biased on the subject, given how obvious Kitty's body language was. He shrugged. "So, let's have the first offender up on the docket."
Kitty nodded and turned to her screen, fingers flashing over the keyboard. "Let's get to it."
Kitty shifted her laptop in her grip and took yet another deep breath. See, this is why she and Paige had gotten out of the mansion. Bummer that email tended to wait around till you got back, though. But no, she would be calm and cool about this. There were important things to do, and she and Doug would have to be able to work together to do it, which meant putting aside her anger, for now. She devoutly ignored the little part of her brain that was whispering that no, he probably didn't actually need her help and everyone knew it and she had become number two at everything and opened the door to his and Jamie's suite. "Hey, Doug! It's me," she called.
"Kit!" Doug said with a grin of welcome. Her body language looked...tense. But it was probably better to just try and be nice, and if things had to be discussed, better to let them come out naturally than to call her on how she looked. That way lay testiness and snarking. And he'd rather avoid those if he could. "All ready to squash the cockroaches of the Internet?" he asked brightly.
"Indeed," she said, nodding firmly. "I found the top offenders, and just finding them makes my soul feel dirty. They need to go away." A viscious smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
"Then let's get cracking," Doug said grimly. Turning to his laptop, he brought it up with a few keystrokes. "We need to make these idiots wish they were never born." He chuckled. "We also should have a spiffy name or something. The Committee Against Bad Alison Blaire Porn, or something. But catchy."
Kitty settled onto a chair and booted her laptop, waiting while it powerd up. "Definitely something catchy," she agreed. "And preferably something that doesn't shorten to CABAB-P." She grinned wryly. "Not that I should talk, as I lack catchy nicknaming skills."
"I was hoping you'd be able to come up with something, because it should be very apparent that I can't come up with spiffy organization acronyms, either," Doug replied with an answering grin. "So," he said, looking at the long list of objectionable websites that he and Kitty had compiled. "Where do we start?"
"We'll make Jamie come up with something then, later," Kitty said. "I'm sure whatever it is will be funny, although probably distressing in it's own way. And then he can feel like he's had some part in the attack on Al's detractors as well." She chuckled, then grew serious. "I'd say pretty much everyone on that list has forfitted the chance to get a warning and take them down on their own, although some of the lesser offenders probably would if we asked. The top four on the list, though..." The scowl on Kitty's face would best be described as thunderous. "They need to go away, Doug. Entirely. I want them to not be able to come back. If it were possible I would castrate who ever is behind them and then have them drawn and quartered." There had been... other things on those sites as well. Things that someone would be punished for. Her body language was screaming pure, barely restrained fury and it seemed as though there was something besides the films with Al in them that had her upset..
Doug nodded in heartfelt agreement. He idly wondered if he could maybe talk to Domino about putting the fear of God into some of the worse offenders. He marveled for a moment at the change the mansion had wrought on him, that he didn't even blink at the idea of enlisting a professional mercenary's help to take care of some people he didn't like.
"Absolutely," he said. "We've got a few options there, as far as I can tell. We can get them busted by the FBI, we can hack their lives to make them a living hell, or we can get some people to rough them up." He shrugged. "Or we could go with D. All of the above."
"D sounds like a good starting point," Kitty said. "And then after that's all done we can decide if they still need punishing." It was unusual to see the normally very reasonable girl so angry, but she definitely was.
It wasn't as though Doug were any less angry than Kitty, he just thought that perhaps he was hiding it better. Or maybe he was a bit biased on the subject, given how obvious Kitty's body language was. He shrugged. "So, let's have the first offender up on the docket."
Kitty nodded and turned to her screen, fingers flashing over the keyboard. "Let's get to it."
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Date: 2005-03-14 02:11 pm (UTC)Defense strenuously objects, Your Honor, and moves we retire to chambers to review the evidence pertaining to the case.
At length.
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Date: 2005-03-15 12:38 am (UTC)