IC: Checkmate, Are you Pawn or King? Options

[Digital Heroin]

April 12th, 2063 Mid-Afternoon

In a world where conversations can be conducted through wire by thought alone, where appliances automatically order a dozen eggs for you when you run low, and where technology seeps into the very fabric of society, the method by which some messages are conveyed is strange indeed.

Mack

While visiting Lude Johnson's small Bellvue storefront to pick up a dress that had been in for alterations, Mack's attention is drawn to the door. There stands an elven teen clad in garish multicolored spandex, his hair in intricate dreadlocks. Under one arm he holds a bike helmet, and a satchel is slung as his side, bearing a Jam Pony messanger service logo.

`You Mackenzie Pet... Petrenko?`

His pronunciation's off. By grace of his accent it's obvious English isn't his first language. He reaches into the satchel, and after a few moments draws out a small envelope, bearing simply her name upon it in neat cursive.

`I've got a delivery for you. Can you sign here?`

He offers over the letter, and a datapad with a stylus for signing. Quaint and old fashioned.

Cougar

Cougar'd just stepped out of the Doc's place, having just undergone some after installation checks done on his most recent implants. The Doc may not be running out of one of the ultra slick clinics of Downtown, but he's thorough. When he steps into the sunlight, he notices a figure off to his left, a large Orc in streetwear chaining a mountain bike to a nearby parking meter. The Orc notices Cougar as well, and raises a hand to shade his eyes.

`Yous the one they calls Cougar? If so I's got a message for ya.`

He stands and pulls an envelope and datapad out, handing them over.

`Jus need you to sign fer it.`

Pili

Pili had spent the morning in the Ork Underground, checking in with Hugh, and running a few errands. After a long ride on a dirty bus, he finds himself a bit rattled, but not harmed. He steps off, and catches his breath, dusting off his coat before heading towards his apartment. There on the stoop is seated a lanky looking teen, bike helmet in his lap, bike lying by his feet, a bottle of sports drink in hand.

`Hey man, you seen some guy named Pili about? I'm supposed to be delivering this letter for him, but no one'll answer the buzzers.`

Most of them were broken, of course, but how's the kid to know?

`I need to get a signature for this or my boss'll have my hide.`

Manuel

It's a nice calm afternoon in Underworld; good music, plenty of the regulars about, and plenty of pool. Manny's in the middle of a real good game when the door opens to admit a slender elf in garish spandex. Definitly out of place in gangland, and he doesn't even seem to notice. The guy walks up to Oscar, and there's a quick exchange. The big ugly 'tender leans over the bar and calls out.

`Hey Manny, you've got some daisy eater here lookin' for ya. Says he's got a delivery or some drek. Want I should throw him to the curb?`

Tristan

After an afternoon of bubbly conversation and shopping with the neighbor girl, Tristan's pulling up to the gate of the Bellvue community where he lives, when he notices a small argument going on between the guard there and a bike messenger. When Tristan's vehicle pulls up, the messanger looks over and calls over.

`Oi chummer, care to tell this git to do his job and sign for this package? It's gotta get to some guy named Tristan in here, and I need a signature. I dun give a load of drek who signs for it really, either way I get paid.`