Sink, Hollywood, Sink, an experiment in running SR4 Options

[Fuchs]

DD - Day 1, early evening, LA Matrix

Jackpot!

After bouncing around the LA matrix for a bit, DD finds what she's looking for: A section of sewer tunnels running beneath the target building. Grinning gleefully, she copies them, then routes a call to Blackie's comm, her icon appearing next to him in his AR-enhanced view. She hands the maps over with an exagerated flourish, and then pokes her head around, hands crossed behind her back, pondering how best to ask the man if he could record the smell of the sewers for the clip.

"Say... you do 'ave a simrig, don't you?"

DD smiles innocently.

I just have to phrase it like it's news, or journalism. Grit and chip-truth, and dirty and all. It'll be ideal bait for the wanna-be hardcore youth audience who want to get a whiff of the dangerous Shadows.

[Sir_Psycho]

<< Appreciated. >> Shot Blackie, as he compiled the map of the Caduceus medical testing facility with the underlying sewer system. << You get the big three senses, but what I feel stays with me. >>

"Exhibitionists", Blackie muttered as crawled into the manhole. To tell the truth, he had been recording sight, smell and sound since he woke this morning. He had a deal with his hacker pal in Seoul and all of his raw recording was saved for later selection and editing, but that was it. Descending the grimy ladder to the sewer beneath, he could already feel the stench crawling up his synthetic olfactory organs.

"Ahh the truth", his voice echoed down the tunnel, "Breathe it in, Blackie."

<< Dagda, if things get hairy, do you have any spirits on call? >> As the encrypted message slid off back up to Dagda, Blackie hit the bottom of the ladder, and flicked his Colt American L36 into his hand and thumbed the safety off. His cyber-eyes responded quickly to the ambient light and the sewer flooded into his vision.

[Fuchs]

DD - Day 1, early evening, LA Matrix

Ew... is that a dead rat? And the pistol, a...

DD runs a short search operation.

... Colt American L36 looks a bit small. Maybe we can edit a heavier model in... or we go the "slick british agent" look. Hmm...

Trailing behind Blackie as a floating icon - basically, a greenskinned, greenhaired stylized DD - DD keeps scanning for hidden nodes while taking in the surroundings. She barely resists the temptation to start some "We're here in the sewers of L.A., following Blackie as he braves the dangers of the underground, mutant critters, diseases and the spirits of the people dead in the quake..." commentary.

<<Oh, 'oney... before we get too far in and can't talk that freely anymore... when you take your shower after this, can you record it too? From the back works if you're feeling shy.>>

With that, DD flits ahead a few meters, checking for sensor nodes.

[Cthulhudreams]

Dagda

Dagda remains in the Cafe leisurely finishing his all day breakfast with all you can eat hashbrowns, not really paying attention, Mhrmpf, should get these more often, when Blackie's message snaps him back to the problem at hand.

<< No. Just the one with you. But I'm on call. I'll get to my car and then meet you down stairs.>>

Dagda hastily wolfs down a few more hash browns, picks up the tab and walks back to the beemer, slumping into the corner of the back seat and directing it to drive around in circles a few blocks around here, checking Blackie's position one more time, then slowly sliding out of his.

Dagda - a few moments later

Unusally, Dagda relatively enjoys the cramped feeling of the gaiasphere squeezing around him. Reminds him of a mineshaft back home. He randomly flits through the sewers at a million miles and hour, wooshing past whatever is down there, slowly closing in on his spirit via telepathy in a series of not quite random walks. Eventually he, in astral space, finds Blackie and relays a message via telepathy with the spirit

"Okay guv, I've got your back."

[JonathanC]

Navigating the sewer with an overlay of the above-ground map, Blackie locates the area underneath the building. After a period of probing around, he finds an area where there was once an access panel into the building. It has since been bricked over, but the bricks are old and brittle. A strong troll could probably crack through, and the same could be said for a force bolt, or even some acid or a chisel and a couple of hours.

[Fuchs]

DD - Day 1, early evening, LA Matrix

DD keeps following Blackie, her icon "floating" around in AR space, using Blackie's commlink as a transmitter as long as the signal holds up. In the absence of other cameras and feeds she can use, she asks Blackie if he could send her a feed of his 'ware, so she can see through his eyes.