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

[Grey]

"Hmm. Yeah sure. You have the address? <if not, he rattles it off> Come down in an hour and we'll take care of things."

*click*

[Dashifen]

Cursing slightly, Rick heads up to his room and checks to see how much nuyen he's got on hand. Not much, but hopefully it'll do. Grabbing two credsticks totalling 1,115 and stuffing one in each shoe, he starts walking toward the Doc's planning to arrive just on time.

When he gets in, he introduces himself as Nick and asks how much the scan is going to cost. Noticing that there is a relatively new cyberterminal in the room, he forgets himself and comments, "Hey, whiz gear! That thing connected to the 'trix?" before remembering he's supposed to be professional here.

[Lindt]

Ed pulls himself away from his deck, and shuffles into the kitchen. "Honestly, I have no intention on directly telling anyone that we know about this thingie, but Im putting feelers out to check what is known about the project. And what that shrimp was doing connected to it."
Ed goes to the fridge, but panics after opening the door. The Misfits are out of coffee.

[Grey]

"No sir-e, I keep my stuff offline. Call me paranoid, but thats just how I like it. Anyhow, have yerself a seat right ova 'eer and we'll get started."

He runs the scan and the results come out just like they did at Doc Bloodmoney's.

"That'll be 250 cred, little fella."

[Dashifen]

Handing him the 250 and asking to see the results for himself, Rick thanks the Doc and heads out. Walking him he shakes his head, still not quite beliving that there were no strings attached to their new bioware. Entering the tribe's house, he shares the good news with Ed and Mo before stashing the rest of his cash back up in his room.

[Lindt]

Ed musters an amused chuckle "Nice to know my head isn't going to explode I guess..."
Ed meanders for a few hours, spending a little time pondering exactly how he would get somewhere to compile his new pet project. After drawing a complete blank he jacks in and logs onto the Shadowland data nexus seeing if he had gotten a bite on his request yet.

[Lindt]

Half an hour later an exasperated (and rather uncafineted) Ed gathers Rick and Mo. "Good news, bad news. I got some info on that file we trashed. Good news is there is a very good chance it works, and its a super advanced SK. Bad news is we dont have anything near close enough to run the sucker, and its owner is going to be very very pissed off, so its pretty much vapor-ware from now on. So unless we can build a major server in the basement, its going onto chips and going to gather dust in the drawer."

[Shockwave_IIc]

At hearing Ricks tale Mo nods and thinks again, that this is strange.

After finnishing with the cleaning up, Mo Starts to compile a mental list of things that she needs to get shopping wise, after getting a rough total as to it's cost. She walks up to the others

"Erm guys, i think it's about time we started to do some work that actually earns us real money. Cos we are needing to do some shopping. Also anyone been eating the rice? because it's been going a lot quicker then i've been cooking it." Under her breath you hear her say "Millions of nuyen in code and we can't sell it or tell people we have it..... Something wrong with that."

She disappears to get her coat,
"So who's got cash? and who's coming shoping?"

[Dashifen]

"I've got some cash," Rick answers heading back up to his room. Grabbing 200 :nuyen: he heads back downstairs with his walking staff and his coat. And waits for Mo.

[Lindt]

"I got some money somewhere, I think" Ed goes up the stairs, puts shoes on, and grabs a stick with some money on it, he hopes. "Gonna try your luck with the car again?"

[Raiko]

Karl finishes his marathon simsense viewing session, and walks downstairs just as the others are about to leave.

"Hey guys, wait up, where ya goin', whats been happening?"

[Shockwave_IIc]

"Not alot, just going down shop, for a full gorcery shop. Were out of almost everything, including soycafe. Then when we come back, i think we better start doing some favours for people so earns us some nuyen, cos were almost out of that as well, unless you have a small stash somewhere?"

[A Clockwork Lime]

:ooc: The following events take place after you arrive home from your shopping trip...

When the shitty '52 Ford that Ed "acquired" earlier somehow manages to make it around the bend on the way home from the grocery store, you can already see that strange things are afoot at the crashpad. As you near closer, the first thing you spot is a black and silver '64 Suzuki Mirage resting boldly in the parking lot in a manner that would allow a fast escape. The yard looks a bit worse for wear due to several heavy vehicles driving over it within the last hour or so.

Just as you pull in as far as you can and start to empty from your ride, a cacophony of loud gunshots echo from inside and the living room's windows flash in time. The terrified screams of several of the children follow immediately thereafter...

[Lindt]

The strange bike Ed could pass off, the heavy equipment traces, MAYBEY, but the gun shots are a serious no-no. Ed floors the junker and jumps the curb, This is Eds raging fury.

*edited to make sense*

[Dashifen]

--- snipped for the purposes of having this make sense ---

[Grey]

As Ed turns the americar and attempts to run up the curb, the front wheel breaks off and the van rolls over onto his side throwing everyone inside around as the van skids to a halt in front of the house.

[Grey]

As Ed crawls out of the broken front window, he looks up at the house and his eyes go wide. Through the living room window there are kids pulling back the shades. Behind them you can see a brand new entertainment center where the latest zombie flick is playing at high volumes. The hero is blasting away at them with his SPAS-22...

[Lindt]

Ed crawls out the drivers side window, nursing several bruises and a nasty gash, but for the moment ignoring everything, dashing for the door. Ed sees the new AV gear as he thunders though the front door like a bull elephant. "Turn that DOWN" he hollers, then rembers that there was still people in the other turned Ford. He dashes back out onto to lawn to help Mo and Rick out.

[Shockwave_IIc]

As the americar, bounces and over turns Mo gets thrown to left side towards Ed, clashing heads with a dull thump, which was only audiable to the 2 involved due to the crack and "yelp!" coming from Mo as her arm conected with the sterring wheel.

Tears welling up, Mo bites her lower lip to stop any more noise coming from her, as well as giving her something else to think about instead of the pain, coming from her arm.

Using mostly her good arm Mo starts moving tins of her one by one, so as she can get out.

[A Clockwork Lime]

Having fallen asleep while watching the collector's edition version of Neil the Ork Barbarian vs. the Venetian Space Bimbo Zombies from Alpha Centauri on the new 72-inch state-of-the-art trid system, Rev is vigoursly shaken awake by little Jamie who is pointing frantically out the window. When the gothically-adorned teen turns around and sees a wrecked Ford only inches from the front porch, he nearly falls out of the lush leather sectional he and the other kids were relaxing in moments earlier.

Rev rushes to the door with Jamie in hand, her tiny legs wrapped around the older teenager's scarecrow-thin waist. There he discovers that it's the other kids of the tribe inside the vehicle. He lowers Jamie to the ground and tells her to go back inside before rushing over to offer his help.

Dressed in a tattered Looks 2 Kill band t-shirt draped overtop a long-sleeved fishnet top that comes to a triangle at his photographer gloved hands, Frankenstein-stitched black leather jeans, and a pair of chain-wrapped biker boots, you at first don't recognize the elf lending his assistance. But if you wiped away the whiteface make-up and the baroque henna tattoo around his eyes, took away the thirteen earrings dangling across his pointed ear and the heavy amount of macabre jewelry, then swept back his short, angry hair dyed black and blood red, you would probably recognize that it was none other than Jason beneath all that shit.

With a rather sarcastic muttering of "nice parking job" in the ork's general direction, Jason drops to the ground and climbs through the broken window to help Mo and the others.

[A Clockwork Lime]

While working to free Mo and the others still trapped inside, Rev notices that some of the wounds look pretty nasty. "Alix," he calls out to one of the kids watching from the porch. "Run inside and bring me the medkit under the kitchen sink."

Once everyone is safely out, the zombified whizkid starts working some magic on the wounds, assuming someone with more medical knowledge doesn't pick it up first.

[Grey]

None in the car got away clean. Ed and Thor are just banged up a little, but Mo's arm and wrist are bruised badly and may be broken. The same goes for Maelstorm's ankle, it looks like it got cought under a seat when the car tipped.

[Grey]

Several of the Brain Eaters come running out of their house accross the street, "Holy drek! What the hell happened!?"

[Shockwave_IIc]

Seeing the group come rushing out, armed with an assortment of devices, Mo puts up her right hand to stay them.

"It's ok, nothing to worry about. We wasn't expecting any guests so, when we came round the corner hearing gunfire coming from the house, cos some had the trid on a bit too loud (looks accusingly at Rev), Ed got a little over eager, and thought i would be a good idea to park the car in the living room, Ow!!!." Mean while Rev is following instruction from the medi kit.

Turns to jamie, "Jamie dear can you get me my splints from my room, their in the green box" Turning back to the group

"Lucky Ed can't park too well and only myself and mealstrom got hurt."

Turns to Ed "How comes you always manage to get off lightly??"

[A Clockwork Lime]

Rev simply looks up and lifts a brow as he tightens the bandage a little more aggressively than the software instructed. "Is that what caused this?" He does his best to hold back a chuckle, but fails miserably as he continues bandaging the motley tribe up.

"So, yeah... what exactly are we going to do with this hunk of metal now? It looks like Wonderboy over there trashed the front axle, so even if we could shove it hard enough to tip it over we couldn't drive it out of here. I'm also guessing that it's been... 'creatively acquired'... so just leaving it here isn't an option. So....?"