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[unpaidpiper]

I just found out a currently-deceased co-worker rigged alot of my personal belongings with little cameras.

Cue panic.

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[take_a_spin]

What co-worker, what belongings and cameras feeding to where?

[unpaidpiper]

I'm guessing all image files went to his personal computer, which is in police custody. Even if it was plugged in long enough to find, and I had all the time in the world to worm my way through the encryptions, I wouldn't put it past the bastard to rig his computer to melt down my hard-drive and shoot confetti through the usb ports if I tried to delete the camera files.

Trickster I, and so far I've found one in my clock radio, one in my old computer monitor and one designed to snap onto my sound system like it was just part of the machine. There are probably more in my old apartment.

I can't believe I never found the one on my stereo. It has a lens, for christ' sake.

[take_a_spin]

Oh. Thank God, you had me frightened for a moment that it was something you might have been bringing to work.

Way to scare me.

[unpaidpiper]

Who would have watched it if I had? I already told you he was dead. And they never found his body.

[ebony_mask]

How will you ever fit into that fabulous polka dot ensemble if you binge eat?

[unpaidpiper]

I haven't worn the polka-dot suit in years.

But I guess I can dig the old thigh-high boots out of the closet if you want to see it again.

[ebony_mask]

That eager to show it off that you replied twice, huh?

[unpaidpiper]

My mouse gets frisky when it hears mention of my man-cleavage.

[mr_nygma]

Your dead friend sounds like a pervert.

[unpaidpiper]

Yeah.

[mr_nygma]

And you sound strangely ok with that.

[unpaidpiper]

I'm so perfectly a-okay with it I'll be sleeping in my car tonight.