Sollux's grin mirrored that on Dib's face. "Friendth, countrymen, lend me your Thlendermen and I'll do with it thingth you've never theen before." He chuckled quietly and relaxed back again, his hands laced together behind his neck.
By the time they saw the hint of lights in the distance that denoted a town, Sollux was, in fact, starting to fidget. Yes, there was an assortment of things he could do on his laptop as he waited to get back to a wifi connection, but even then, there was only so much available that could keep him occupied between comments back and forth with Dib on the nature of the things that he'd run into over his time as an investigator, and what might take hold if they were to seed it with just enough fabricated evidence. He had a stockpile of photos from random points around the globe, free use stuff that wasn't exactly traceable and where he did need a source, he'd already asked permission to use the photos in whatever way he saw fit. Very rarely was he turned down. Now, as they drove on, he was tweaking the occasional darker image, making sure that there was something there, enough definition to ensure the viewer that it wasn't what anyone would consider natural, but keeping it just vague enough that it would open up a lot of discussion from skeptics and believers alike. With the right amount of "information" in the story that he was already thinking up to go with it, he had no doubt that within a year, they could have something just for Dib to start tracking. If he had to, he could even fabricate a paper trail, unless there was some kind of precedence that he could latch onto.
"How about greathy diner food before we turn in," he suggested when they slowed down again, figuring a meal would hold him longer than just casually munching through Dib's supply of snacks.
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6/4/14 08:06 (UTC)By the time they saw the hint of lights in the distance that denoted a town, Sollux was, in fact, starting to fidget. Yes, there was an assortment of things he could do on his laptop as he waited to get back to a wifi connection, but even then, there was only so much available that could keep him occupied between comments back and forth with Dib on the nature of the things that he'd run into over his time as an investigator, and what might take hold if they were to seed it with just enough fabricated evidence. He had a stockpile of photos from random points around the globe, free use stuff that wasn't exactly traceable and where he did need a source, he'd already asked permission to use the photos in whatever way he saw fit. Very rarely was he turned down. Now, as they drove on, he was tweaking the occasional darker image, making sure that there was something there, enough definition to ensure the viewer that it wasn't what anyone would consider natural, but keeping it just vague enough that it would open up a lot of discussion from skeptics and believers alike. With the right amount of "information" in the story that he was already thinking up to go with it, he had no doubt that within a year, they could have something just for Dib to start tracking. If he had to, he could even fabricate a paper trail, unless there was some kind of precedence that he could latch onto.
"How about greathy diner food before we turn in," he suggested when they slowed down again, figuring a meal would hold him longer than just casually munching through Dib's supply of snacks.