IC: Matrix Misfits, Silly Slamm-O, Trix is for Otaku Options

[Kurukami]

Having been previously occupied blowing on the hot, exposed innards of the pastry and taking nibbles between words, Cheng finally noticed that Cosmo had put the p-sec on the counter near her. "O. F'ank oo," she mumbled around a full mouth.

She snagged the p-sec with one hand as she finished off the last bite of the LeanPocket. "Hmmphm... that's exactly what I thought, Rickard. Hosts-R-Us doesn't exactly have a rep for being a glacier. Still, if it's got a tougher sibling chained through a trapdoor SAN, it could make for an interesting challenge."

"It doesn't mention me... but if you want any help, I'll be glad to jump in. Anyone else want to take a look at this...?" She gestures invitingly with the handheld, looking around the suddenly crowded kitchen.

[Elfie]

Sitting at the table picking at his breakfast, Ali gestures for the device, "Can I look?" With a half-full mouth, he turns to Rick, "Nah, cfouln't 'f been mfe" Ali finally manages to swallow, "I've been out all morning." With some thought he adds with a half-smile and sarcasm, "maybe you were dreaming about me."

[Kurukami]

(Struck by a sudden pang of paranoia, Cheng takes a quick look at the pocket secretary to make sure it doesn't appear to be recording or transmitting what's being said around it before handing it off.)

[Grey]

<<ooc: Well, its already responded to a few things being said around it, so you'd guess that yeah, it is. But give me an electronics test in the OOC thread anyway.>>

[Dashifen]

"Dreaming of you. Nah -- probably just one of the zoners in the other room, then."

Finishing his breakfast, Rickard hops down from his chair, and looks around the room. "I'm going to go jack in and start poking around the public information on Hosts-R-Us. I'm not going to do anything yet, just take a peak at what they offer. See if I can get anything about the company before we take a deeper look. Any objections?"

Pausing for a moment and looking at Cheng as she turns the p-sec over and around in her hands, "Something got your attention?" he asks her.

[Ol' Scratch]

Cosmo finally starts to perk up a bit noce Rickard offers to poke around a bit. "Nah man, that's frosty. I'll be hoppin' online in a few minutes to set things up. What say we meet back at the Well in, like, thirty minutes or so? And... uh, yeah... whatever. Sound good, man?"

The unusually short, scarecrow-thin dwarf has already slipped out of his seat and was bringing his plate to the sink. When he turns around to head upstairs, he seems that tell-tale gleam in Cheng's eyes.

"Don't even think about tinkerin' with that, man. I've 'eard some bad stuff happening to dudes who've frelled with 'em, but I'll check to see if I'm just 'membering bad or... yeah. Just don't mess with it and stuff. Thanks..."

[Kurukami]

"Just natural curiosity, Rickard... I'm just thinking about gift horses and Troy and that sort of thing. It's nothing in particular." She puts the p-sec down on the counter, yawns cavernously as she stretches her arms over her head (a maneuver which causes a number of male eyes to be drawn towards her in the less-than-completely-concealing tee), and unselfconsciously pads off towards her things to find some clothes to wear.

"And don't worry so much, Coz..." she calls over one shoulder. "I wasn't going to crack the casing. I was just wondering what programs it's running."

[Dashifen]

With eyes on Cheng and then a smirk on his face, Rickard heads back to his room to check out the Hosts-R-Us public front.

[Ol' Scratch]

Cosmo waves a dismissive hand in the air as he struggles to make his way up the stairs towards his private bedroom. "Yeah, yeah, I've heard that one before, man..." he half-smiles, half-groans with the exertion of, like, actually moving and stuff.

Once he manages to make it into his room, he closes the door behind him and hops into his decrepit EZ-Boy lounger, yanks the half-broken lever back, and pulls out the retracable cord from his cyberleg. Once he has enough slack, he strains to reach over and plug into one of the house's many jackpoints then kicks off his jelly flip-flops.

A tiny white rabbit icon suddenly appears in his line of vision and hops to the lower right corner just as a large rabbit hole with a sign reading "This Way to Wonderland!" appears on the lower left end. Cosmo smiles brightly with anticipation as he wills the bunny into the rabbit hole. A brilliant swirl of psychedelic colors assaults the dwarf's mind as his consciousness is pulled into the Matrix...

When his persona manifests inside, it's an amazingly realistic if wholly macabre icon of a patchwork man made up of 3D-rendered magazine clippings. The icon is dominated by a fantastically tall and crooked top hat with a green and black checkerboard design and a placard reading "In This Style 10/6" tucked into its rim. It is dressed in foppish Victorian style clothing, complete with white ruffled sleeves. And its face... oh, how grotesque yet fascinating its face is. A smile three times larger than normal is pasted on at a peculiar angle, and one eye is large and round while the other is small and oval.

Once in and reorientated to his new surroundings, the Mad Hatter initializes his reality filter and marvels as his convulted take on Wonderland materializes around him. While waiting, he wills the opening of a datascreen showing all of the programs he currently has loaded in his offline memory, and just whisks his fingertips along the entire list. With a snap of his fingers, all of the programs begin to materialize around him as various characters and icons inspired by Alice in Wonderland. He's quick to minimize them all as they appear, save for a select few.

After getting everything loaded and once settled in, the Mad Hatter tries to establish a Commlink with any of the other Misfits currently logged on. While waiting, he looks down and dusts his clothing off, making sure everything is in proper order.

"Ah, what a supereminently, splendtastical feeling it is to be home again!"


(OOC: Ugh, that was a horrible description.)

[Dashifen]

Sitting cross legged on his bed, Rick touches the small hammer charm on his necklace for luck before plugging a datacord into the jack behind his left ear. In the last moment before the real world fades out into the virtual, he leans back against the wall to get more comfortable.

Looking out through his virtual eyes, Thor strokes his long, blond beard. Unlike the god of ledgend, Thor's icon's height is still dwarven as is his frame. But his is resplended in a coat of silver scale male, a golden belt about his waist, and pauses a moment to call on Mjolnir, which appears to come spinning in from the horizon to land neatly in Thor's hand. The hammer is large, almost as tall as Thor himself, with a large block for a head. It's spiked and gives the image that it has seen many days and many battles.

Flexing his fingers as he gribs Mjolnir, he quickly accesses the public grid records looking for the public site of Hosts-R-Us. Finding his number and moving onto see what his fortunes will bring him, Thor gives a little smile as he sinks further into his online persona.

[Shockwave_IIc]

After the rest of the Misfits finnish up their breakfast and leaves to go doing there own thing, Mo looks around at the kitchen realising that they've left her to clean up again.

Starting with the young'uns she goes around collecting the various bowls and plates in addition to gong through indivaual rooms to collect the numeriuos half drunk mugs of soycaf. Finnishing up she goes and gets comfortable on her pile of blankets that is her bed and puts herself in the recovery postion. Reaching up to the back of her head she plugs in the optical cable, making sure shes safe she wills her conciuoness onward into the matrix.............................


As the seattle matrix froms around her, she starts feeling more awake and happier untill she reaches a point where she is warm, content and confident.

Turning her head to the left she wills a small green creature to appear, standing what would be (realtivly) about a foot high with thin limbs but large hands and feet .

"Hello little friend, im wanting to get a message to a friend of mine. Can you find False Echo and ask him what he knows about an organisation called the X-change? Also appologise for me but i think his theory of the red stawberry falvoured kibble being cancerous maybe right, i'll show the files i have later" With that she strokes the little creature's head (which stands there loving it much like a cat). And it fades into the background to deleiver the message.

"And now to pay the bills, heading off the gaiatronics customer service host"

[Shockwave_IIc]

Thanking the host for it's patients and dillagence as she confirms the transcations to pay for a small apartment in town registered to a lady (Silvia Aydemir).

Gracouisly stepping through the edges of the host back into the Seattle RTG, Mo hovers there marveling at the traffic that is the Matrix, the packets at data, the icons (with their various meanings). Before she realise's that shes meant to be helping Rickard and Cosmo in the looking into Hosts 'R us. Gliding off towards the host she enters via the public entrance, Looking for what represents a customer service representative. Seeing one she approches....

"Good morning, im was hoping to set up a few accounts with you, if that was possible, Now i know you have some basic storage, but i was hoping to have something a little more secure, now ofcourse im not saying that what you offer is unsafe but i have somethings which i'll need access to regardsless where im am in the world and i was wondering if you could help?"

OOC:- While doing this she will be analysing the host and icons trying to gain as much info as possible. Depending on her results she might try to hack herself a legitamate user account on the host (but not straight away).

[Grey]

Two icons appear before Mo, a desk and then a woman seated behind it. A quick scan shows that the woman is the icon of a decker (giving you the idea that the security may be really tight, as normally they use applications to do this kind of work), and the desk shows up as an application for identity verification.

The woman smiles to Mo, "Hello and welcome to Hosts-R-Us. How may I assist you?"

[Shockwave_IIc]

Smiling to herself at the fact that this is a real person and not an artifical construct.

"Good Evening, I was hoping to set up a few accounts with you, if that was possible? I have somethings which i'll need access to regardsless where im am in the world and i was wondering if you could help? You see i'm needing some simple storage, for things that i will be dumping after a couple of days, I'm also after somewhere where i could keep things indefinatly over time, thus i was looking for something somewhat more secure. Would be able to help? "

Thinking back and wondering what other host's she could hack to pay for such an endevour. The thoughts of utilaity companys come to mind, but it depends on how much they are going to be charging......

[Grey]

The woman behind the desk seems to smile.

"I see. And which corporation do you represent?"

She clicks a few keys on the keyboard layed in front of her as she speaks.

[Dashifen]

<<OOC: Since this has gotten bogged down, I'll bump it and post. >>

Taking the datacable out of the jack, Rick takes a deep breath and blinks for a few moments as his eyes adjust to reality once again. What kind of job is this if no one who gets these things, he thinks while holding the p-sec in his hand, actually knows who they're working for. At least karmatic rewards refers to something that we can actually use instead of some wacko-religious nut's version of a useful tool.

Getting up from his bed, he heads back into the house looking for the others to let them know what he's found out.

[Shockwave_IIc]

" Corporation? I didn't say i worked for one. I'd be paying for the service of my own back so to speak. Not wanting it to show up on expenses."

[Grey]

The womans look gets a bit more serious, "I see. Well, in that case, you can get an application filled out and it will need to go through the process. We will also need to do a thorough background check on you. We can't let anyone and everyone use our systems, but of course you understand that."

She pulls open a drawer in his desk and snatches something from inside. Extending her arm, she hands Mo a form. "Please fill this out completely and I'll send it in for processing. It can take a few days before we'll be able to get back to you however, so be patient.

Are there any other questions?"

[Shockwave_IIc]

"Ok thats good, but before i do deside to go with your company, im was hoping to find out what your company offers in way of security over your competitors. Simply put why should i give you my custom?"

[Grey]

She launches into a long speech about how their company is more secure over the competition and that they have faster processing and bandwidth.

((Give me a Corporate Etiquette check in the OOC forum.))

[Shockwave_IIc]

Hovering there and listening to all the speil, Starts getting slight impressed as well as worried.

"No wonder your the most well known, But to be honest, you were the first company i came to, so to be fair i will have to take a look at your competitors.

But do really need all that? Espicailly the Mastiff? That is a pretty leathal program. Do you suffer from a lot of intrusion attempts or are they more of a deterent?"

[Grey]

"That information is classified. All I can say is that our servers are strong, fast, and secure. If you want the best for your money, this is the place to go. Feel free to look into other companies of course. It was nice talking to you mam, but if you'll excuse me, I have some paperwork I need to finish up before I can go home."

[Shockwave_IIc]

Looking sheepish can an icon do that?

"Fair enough and thank you for your time"

And with that she dissapears from the matrix to see whats happening in the real world (and how much more mess she has to clean up)

[Dashifen]

Arriving back into the first floor and seeing no one with whom he was discussing the p-sec with earlier, Rick enters the kitchen and begins brewing some soy-caff. Then, he goes back out into the other room and waits for the others, watching some trid with the young'uns.

[Shockwave_IIc]

Pulling the out the Data jack, sneezing as she does so.

"Trace and Black eh? Hmm well trace we can deal with in advance, black could get messy"

Wiping her nose, she starts to head off down stairs but as she gets to the top of the stairs she looks down and then runs to the bath room and turns both taps on.

No, not again, hope this last only a couple of minutes As she looks at the water washing away the blood.....


Walking past Rickard a cloth still attached to her nose she heads into the kitchen. Looking around she see's one last clean mug (with broken handle) sitting in the drainage tray. Grabing it she proceeds to get the vitamines and tea from the cuboards while still only using one hand goes about taking the various pills. Once the tea is done she flods the cloth in such a way as that theres no blood on the outside and use's it to hold the mug as she carry's it back into the living room.