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post Jun 20 2008, 12:21 PM
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Tuesday 15/04/07 1208

Skinlink commlink online, cranial commlink offline

Vera got up out of bed. The light began to rise turning first a bluish tinge and then an orange as if a thousand tropical sunrises were distilled into one until they reached noon day. It was magical in its childish fakery.

Her dreams were always upsetting that of possibilities. Of happiness. Of loss. Of pleasure. Of death. The dream chip that she had implanted in herself did not remove the dreams as she was promised but instead made them stronger more distilled. It slipped past that of the buffering bliss of dreamlessness to that of dreams going at every faster rates.

It took her a moment to realize where she was and who she was. Was she Vera or was she the name the AR system insisted was she. The lights had gone up and she was on the stage.

A glass of water from the sink in the immaculately white bathroom, it was cool and refreshing, and the tinge of blue was just as artificial, another piece of AR dream. She noticed that her agent had come back with a message from Beta, attached was a single matt black square, with faint gossamer spiderwebs criss-crossing it. A few single words embossed in silver. Silken Solutions.

She wondered when she looked back in the mirror if they really did know everything that when she would turn the card it would reveal not a mirror, but an image of who she was supposed to be.

It always took time to differentiate between sleep and wakefulness. The hotel still wanted to know what she wanted. She chose a cup of coffee, and that she would like to have lunch in the hotel restaurant, at 1PM.

She flicked through the choices that her fake SIN could buy and chose a new outfit from among those offered on the local matrix by the local hotel. Sharp angles were back in style this month as well was leather. Her sizes were in the system, but she was grateful nonetheless that stepped on the scales just to be sure. In a lesser hotel it would simply register weight, but here it was a biometric scan of her body. Aleph would not approve. But then again the pervasiveness of technology had meant that as soon as she had stepped out of the taxi already and walked through the hotel door all her biometric data was in the system.

The digital age meant that everything was recorded. Absentmindedly she wondered if the pictures of Aleph were true. And whose wife had "he" been.

The shower was hot as the door was knocked on. The hotel's AR system understanding that she was in the shower assured her it was a woman who was only bringing her coffee.

Vera opened the door dressed in her towel. The man behind the door was dressed as a hotel staff member. Two trays and complimentary hard plastic bags advertising the designer shop where they had come from were in a pushcart next to him. His skin was sweaty and his pupils were dilated. There was that tell-tale smell of sexual pheromones from him.

"I brought you your coffee" he said nervously trying hard not to look in the room but doing so anyway.

Vera smiled that little smile, her own pheromones mingling with his.

"Oh please do come in..." She said, the boy looked at her as she moved out of the way to push the whole cart in. He stood there for a moment, trying to go for the tray, but his hands were shaking.

"Why don't you bring in the whole cart?" As she walked back from the door. Looking back at him over her shoulder. She turned her head to avoid seeing him try to force the cart through the doorway, the unpleasant sound of a nicked door jam and of crockery rocking was as he pushed it in.

Vera sat down on the divan and looked at him coyly, before getting up again. "Hi Bill." She said looking at his name tag as she got within breathing distance of him. her body nearly touching his. She lightly breathed down along his neck and whispered.

"Do you have a commlink?"

Bill was confused. He started to say something, instead only his mouth kind of worked around what he thought she said and then it registered.

"Sure." He gasped as he dug furiously in his pocket. Vera took hold of his hand as he grasped it. She pushed him backwards, her mouth ever getting closer to his, her body pressing into his.

"Thanks." She said as she closed the hotel room door in his face, his commlink in her hand.

She looked through the bags noting none were hers. She quickly contacted the stores and noted that they had delivered her the wrong sizes of items and a few exasperated minutes later had them changed not only to the right size but also to the right design. The other cheaper ones she informed the shop she did not want and could be picked up untouched from hotel reception.

A half an hour later after her manicure, make-up and artificial tan, she was dressed in a leather mini skirt and matching fashion leather jacket, enjoying fresh mango and grapes in the immaculately white hotel restaurant.

She commlinked Beta at the same time as she looked at her fellow diners. It was the after lunch crowd, those who could afford to have their lunch break when they wanted, but not enough that it could more than martinis.

<< Hi Beta, thanks for the mail. It's nice having friends like you. Don't worry about the commlink, I have a new one. Could you just check it out for me? As soon as it does I'll have a chat with the people at Silken Solutions. Thanks. Vera. >>

"Excuse me miss, but the gentleman at the bar wished to offer you this." A waiter approached with a business card between his silk gloved thumb and index finger. She took the card "Aubin Kross. Manager. Baloise Bank SoBa, Solothurn, Switzerland." She beamed a smile at him and walked over to the bar.

I am a player in a game last month and the first time I did roll my social skills was today.

Bill, hotel waitstaff (24):
7 5 1 6 5 2 2 5 2 3 6 3 4 1 1 5 1 4 3 1 4 1 2 6 1

Shops in getting different clothing sent (19):
7 3 3 2 3 4 6 1 6 1 6 5 1 3 5 2 2 1 6 6
6 6 1 5 5 1 3 2 2 6 6 4 4 5 3 2 2 2 1 1
5 1 4 6 1 6 4 2 6 4 3 5 4 1 1 3 2 3 1 6

Mr Kross from Basel Bank Suisse (24):
12 3 6 5 4 6 5 5 2 5 2 1 1 6 4 6 4 5 1 6 5 1 3 3 6

I was wondering what would these successes mean in terms of game play. Specifically the one with Mr Kross rolling 12 successes. What would happen?
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post Jun 20 2008, 12:42 PM
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he'll pretty much give you any discount and interest rate you want on your bank account . . he'll give you any credit you ask for and he will ask you out for a date
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