Freaky Stalker People [who are trying to invade Elizabeth's life]…aka the Bingley sisters and Darcy
Author's Note: Don't ask the author to tell you which sister is which. The author has no clue either.
Elizabeth was at home, she had to test some things that required a house. The Bingleys and Darcy were still visiting constantly, partially on business matters and partially for social reasons. Elizabeth let the dog play in the mud puddles, she was testing the durability of the mini surveillance unit built into the dog's collar. So far, she was still getting feeds. Her mother was talking with the guests so much, it was almost embarrassing, and the Bingleys and Darcy were offending her and the rest of the family, so it was simply a nightmare. Lydia was training for Social Interactions/Human Resources, and was also "entertaining" the guests. Elizabeth wasn't sure exactly what she wanted a degree in, but she knew it would be something to do with wildlife and intelligence (duh!).
Mrs. Bennet had organised another party, and Elizabeth was once again forced to attend. She had brought a falcon and an owl from the falconry home for some field testing, so if the party was as bad as she predicted it would be, she'd have something to do. Elizabeth wasn't a workaholic, but it the only excuse that worked for her mother. Darcy arrived in a limousine, but who knew why he even bothered to come in the first place? (Be quiet! We all know the answer, but Elizabeth doesn't.) The Bingleys arrived with him. Rhi'anna was irritating and Lily was rudely talking about the Bennet's lack of wealth.
"Perhaps I shall read for a bit." Rhi'anna said randomly, randomly taking a book off the shelf. She began reading aloud in a droning voice. "R to the power of seven divided by three squared times pi times the quantity phi plus t squared…don't you just love codes and math and computer script? When I get married, I do hope to have a library of books on computer scripts and codes. Maybe I should switch fields of work." Wow, what a faker! Elizabeth thought. "But I love all books, since they're so interesting." She placed the book back upside down, and wandered across the room. Elizabeth reshelfed the book correctly, then ate some chocolate to prevent herself from strangling pretty much everyone in the room.
Darcy was trying to hack into the Bennet's wifi to do his work. The Bennets had five passwords and fifty restrictions. Healthily paranoid. He had managed to get one of the passwords, but it only enabled him to access an online dictionary, completely useless. He continued hacking while everyone else around him partied. Elizabeth and Rhi'anna went by, loudly discussing what was the best way to tease/embarrass/etc. Darcy. Darcy looked up.
"What do you think Darcy's fatal flaw is?" Elizabeth asked.
"He-" Rhi'anna was interrupted by Darcy.
"I don't have any." Wait, that sounded too conceited. "Well except maybe one thing. I find it impossible to forgive."
"Wow. I can list a bunch more, but I wonder how you're still alive with so many fatal flaws. But the reason I bothered to ask was which one you thought was his major fatal flaw." Rhi'anna sat down next to Darcy and Darcy could've sworn she fluttered her eyelashes at him.
"Well I'm sure he doesn't have that many." Elizabeth went outside to work with the falcon. Many of the guests also drifted outside and Mr. Bennet turned on the solar powered lights outside. Darcy took his laptop outside and Miss Bingley followed. A group of people had gathered to watch Elizabeth, much to her annoyance. The camera's vantage point was the falcon's stomach, but the falcon was extraordinarily fast, and the camera would malfunction or a wire would snap. Darcy started watching her too. Miss Bingley started prattling on about how she had a canary. Darcy had half a mind to shush her, but was mesmerised by Elizabeth's pure awesomeness at falconry. It was simple, yet complicated, the falcon performed hairpin twists, turns, and dives perfectly while Elizabeth blew her whistle. The whistle could be barely heard by (the aided) human ear, which just made it all the more amazing. Darcy was awestruck by how Elizabeth and the falcon seemed to share a mind, the falcon performed perfectly without treats or excessive praising. Finally, Elizabeth summoned the falcon, and the falcon landed on her shoulder, her talons sinking into the leather padding (The falcon's talons, not Elizabeth's obviously). Elizabeth retrieved the camera and set the falcon loose. The falcon flew around, landing in front of the guests, and curiously pecking at some of the food. Elizabeth flipped open her laptop, and sat down across from Darcy (Darcy had offended quite a few of the guests, so he was the only person at the table. All the other tables were at the very least, full. Some people had pulled extra chairs and squeezed in, to make it more than full, to the point where personal space was at negative infinity. And you know how it is, everyone always gets stuck with the people they hate.)
At one point, the colour had been lost, and it became black and white, and then the sound had been lost, though it was mostly just the wind shrieking. Charlotte sat down next to her.
"You were awesome!" she exclaimed, "Pure awesomeness." Charlotte flipped open her laptop too. Elizabeth smiled, "Thanks. But the camera completely failed at the end, the wireless transmitter box split open and the wires snapped." Charlotte nodded. "So we'll have to try something else, maybe a solid block of wood? Hollowed out in the correct spots?" She opened an application she had written called SpeSimu:N (Speed Simulator: Night, pronounced "specimen") and changed the setting to owl speed and height. "So where's Hoot?" Elizabeth motioned vaguely toward the greenhouse. "He's still sleeping, and I don't feel like bringing him out." Charlotte shrugged. "Okay, but I need you to do some of the field testing soon." Mr. Bingley came over with a plate of food. "Wow. Workaholic central. What is this? An employee of the month contest or something? Hey Darce, just FYI, you'd be disqualified anyways, you don't work for the CIA." He said, looking over Darcy's shoulder. "Oh and Lizsters, you were epic with the falcon."
"Mmhm." Elizabeth mumbled, staring at the Security Preferences on her screen. INTRUDER ALERT! ACCESS DENIED 21 TIMES. She added another password secretly, just to annoy Darcy. And it had to be Darcy right? He was typing away furiously at his keyboard. Bingley raised an eyebrow, "Darcy, you should know better than to hack people's wifi. Doesn't the NSA worldwide wifi reach here?" Elizabeth pretended to be shocked. "He hacked our wifi? Should I freak out? Gasp! The CIA's going to send us a certificate for having the most work done through one wifi network." Bingley replied seriously, "No way! We're totally going to win that! Fitz uses our wifi around the clock, we might have to upgrade."
