Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 13:10:33 GMT -8
It was not easy to hide cameras in a greenhouse. So, Jackson was doing the next best thing. He was using small, discreet ones and if anyone asked he had a decent story. after all, the whole school had state of the art security. Why should this place be any different? Not that he was particularly thrilled to be working where he was. Running the wires had been a nightmare. He had no where to put things because everything was covered in dirt and plants. Who even liked that shit?
Grumbling under his breath, he moved a couple of pots out of a corner, shoving them up against others to make space with a half-hearted promise to himself to put them back where he'd found them. More or less. He dropped the step stool he'd brought with him into place, then climbed up to set the camera mount into place. And fuck mounting cameras on glass. Who's brilliant idea was this anyway?
Right. Osa.
“Perhaps will talk about your role here at Masquerade, and how you could become… More helpful."
"Discuss how you could be more helpful, pft" he grunted under his breath, the words muffled by the screwdriver in his mouth. It had been several days since he'd arrived at the school and he had been busy. Not that Osa would notice (or that he really would have cared) but Jackson had pulled twelve to fourteen hours every day since coming back to get everything back online and start addressing the new things he was adding. A few cameras had gone out over the summer break, one because ofthe actual camera itself and most of the others due to various mishaps. One of the ones in the garden just had bird shit all over it.
He was nearly done with the new camera installations though. A touch of his gift let the tiny camera come to life and he could feel the electricity humming through the wires that powered it and the data it was sending down the connection. At this end things felt good. Satisfied he got down of the step stool, shoved the plants back into the corner (at least, he thought it was the right ones), and moved on to the next. Last one. He breathed a slight sigh of relief and put the step stool in place for the final installation.
It was 2:00 in the afternoon. He'd been up since 4:00 that morning and his stomach had been stubbornly reminding him that a protein bar at 5:00 wasn't enough food for the whole day. Had he even finished it? He honestly couldn't remember because he'd been up to his ears in code trying to re-jig the email program. He had an idea to make it work more cleanly. Right now it caused a slightly delay whenever someone tried to send it out. He wanted that gone. The goal of the program was for it to be invisible but he simply hadn't had time last year. And if previous years were anything to go by, Osa's 'Honey Do' list was just going to get longer as the school year progressed.
Grumbling under his breath, he moved a couple of pots out of a corner, shoving them up against others to make space with a half-hearted promise to himself to put them back where he'd found them. More or less. He dropped the step stool he'd brought with him into place, then climbed up to set the camera mount into place. And fuck mounting cameras on glass. Who's brilliant idea was this anyway?
Right. Osa.
“Perhaps will talk about your role here at Masquerade, and how you could become… More helpful."
"Discuss how you could be more helpful, pft" he grunted under his breath, the words muffled by the screwdriver in his mouth. It had been several days since he'd arrived at the school and he had been busy. Not that Osa would notice (or that he really would have cared) but Jackson had pulled twelve to fourteen hours every day since coming back to get everything back online and start addressing the new things he was adding. A few cameras had gone out over the summer break, one because ofthe actual camera itself and most of the others due to various mishaps. One of the ones in the garden just had bird shit all over it.
He was nearly done with the new camera installations though. A touch of his gift let the tiny camera come to life and he could feel the electricity humming through the wires that powered it and the data it was sending down the connection. At this end things felt good. Satisfied he got down of the step stool, shoved the plants back into the corner (at least, he thought it was the right ones), and moved on to the next. Last one. He breathed a slight sigh of relief and put the step stool in place for the final installation.
It was 2:00 in the afternoon. He'd been up since 4:00 that morning and his stomach had been stubbornly reminding him that a protein bar at 5:00 wasn't enough food for the whole day. Had he even finished it? He honestly couldn't remember because he'd been up to his ears in code trying to re-jig the email program. He had an idea to make it work more cleanly. Right now it caused a slightly delay whenever someone tried to send it out. He wanted that gone. The goal of the program was for it to be invisible but he simply hadn't had time last year. And if previous years were anything to go by, Osa's 'Honey Do' list was just going to get longer as the school year progressed.
