2072: Game World, IC thread for 2072: Recruitment always open! Options

[RdMarquis]

@E:PL /UK
[May 21st, 2072, 18:38; Clearwater Pumping Station, Exmoor, UK]
SIN: Spencer Lovett, PAN: Active

Relief. For a given definition of it. The gas was no longer directly affecting him, but the burn of the gas was still there, and he had to choke back the urge to throw up. Mordred gives Mr. Collot a rough nudge. <<At the end of the hallway, there'll be a door. Just take cover behind that. Don't close it unless you and your son end up on your own. Get going!>> He hauls himself a few steps back up and takes a kneeling position close to the door for steadier aim.

<<Just for further reference. If they get in too close, I'll have to use magic. And that means hand to hand fighting. So watch your shots.>>

[mister__joshua]

@E:CoP/Johnny Awesome
[August 20th, 2072, 21:55; NeoNet Tower, Oxford]

Reacting with a speed of reflex he rarely had to use, Awesome darted back under the rolling shutter and grabbed a champagne cooler and glasses from a passing waiter before ducking back under as it wound shut. "Well, I don't know how long you're going to keep me out here for..." he says smiling cheekily.

He was noticing the woman more than ever out here on the balcony. He'd been with plenty of girls her age before but when money and sex and all things you desire come so easily, it's the things that are hardest to get that have the most appeal. She was making him work. He walked over to the balcony edge and leaned on the railing, looking down over the glowing and ancient city. "So this is your party then? Nice place you have. Maybe you could give me the tour"

[Aria]

@E:PL /UK
[May 21st, 2072, 18:38; Clearwater Pumping Station, Exmoor, UK]

Mordred & Gemeaux

Reeling somewhat from the effects of the CS gas, which is still inflaming your sinuses and making your eyes run, you both assume positions of cover with a view on the door. As long as there’s a way out behind you this is a pretty good defensive position and you get a moment to catch your breath as the attackers do whatever it is they are going to do to breach this position…if only you had eyes outside somehow…

Tsubaki

Your spirit has found the weak willed attackers and driven them out of their vehicle through the smoke and flames. As you feel her lunge towards the second car she is whipped round as an elemental lashes out, preventing her from going further…

Behind you, you are aware that the Collots are retreating further into the pumping station, away from the conflict and towards the Clearwater entrance, or what was the entrance at any rate…

[Aria]

@E:Tribes
[September 1, 2072 21:21 Bellevue, near Senlis residence]

Alpha sends a terse message across your linked comms to let you know that he has taken control of the CHN and that LeFey is good to go. The parents are still twenty minutes or so away which will give you all plenty of opportunity to spirit LeFey away, if you can deal with the writhing teenagers in time!

Sprogget sees LeFey slip from the house, apparently with nobody the wiser as there are no challenges or other signs of alarm. Crossing the over neatly manicured lawn she is out on the street and on her way to freedom!

Scrapheap’s angry outburst on the teenagers doesn’t seem to be having the desired effect…either they are drugged to the eyeballs or they are otherwise extremely distracted by the sounds coming from their ‘links. Weaving across the street in an erratic pattern it is lucky that there isn’t any other traffic on the road…but if this isn’t resolved quickly the chances mount that someone will summon KE…given the area, even with the current state of unrest, that will bring troopers down on you in short order.

[Aria]

@E:CoP/Johnny Awesome
[August 20th, 2072, 21:55; NeoNet Tower, Oxford]

She smiles knowingly at you… "My party? No, this is dear Gregory’s affair, I’m merely here as a guest. Of course I have certain other advantages…here, won’t you hold this? Wouldn’t want it to get damaged…" reaching up to the small clasp at her shoulder she shrugs out of her gown which cascades into your surprised hand like an ultrafine mist. Seemingly unaffected by the chill wind at this height she turns her back to you and takes a couple of steps away. Smiling coyly over her shoulder the air ripples around her like a heat haze, and suddenly, standing where she was moments ago is a beautiful but terrifying sight.

The western drake is silver with sparkling blue highlights on the tips of its scales that shimmer in the reflected lights of corporate Oxford. She stands about three meters tall, her tale reaching back almost to your feet. Unfurling her wings she shakes them and you can almost hear a musical tinkle as the scales rub together.

A voice appears in your mind, hers, yet different, deeper, subtler, older

~Well, perhaps it wasn’t a slip of the tongue after all…~ and her forked tongue flashes out across teeth the size of your hand...

[mister__joshua]

@E:CoP/Johnny Awesome
[August 20th, 2072, 21:55; NeoNet Tower, Oxford]

Johnny had suspected that Ryl wasn't all she seemed, maybe even suspected this when he thought about it, but it was still shocking to behold. He tried to stifle his surprise, disguising any look of awe with a broad smile. "Is this part of the tour?". He frowned up at her, lightly sipping his drink. "...because I forgot to bring my saddle."

He felt a sudden exhilerating rush of adrenaline and knew in a moment what he wanted to do. He narrowed his eyes as he looked at her as if trying to read her thoughts, and then in a single bound he leapt over the railing and started plummeting towards the pavement below.

[Machine Ghost]

@E:Tribes, Sprogget
[September 1, 2072 21:21 Bellevue, in front of Senlis residence]
Bionode: Response 4(5), Signal 2, System 4, Firewall 3; Hidden; Analyze(3), Command(1), Edit(1), Scan(1), Sniffer(3), Spoof(1), Stealth(3), Shield(1), Tacsoft(2), Simrig(1)
CMT Clip: Response 1, Signal 3, System 1, Firewall 1; Hidden; SIN: Paul Brickhill (R3)

As tacnet shows him LeFey exiting the house, Sprogget accelerates from around the corner, giving instructions to the dog brain to park at the curb in front of the house.  He then exits from monocycle node, then shifts from VR to AR.  He is already undoing the safety harness as the Revolution pulls to a smooth stop, arriving at almost the same time as LeFey makes it to the street.  With the skinlink sensors active, he only winces a little at the feel of the wireless jammer surrounding her, which promptly blocks his matrix access, dropping the tacnet, and blocking both his tracking and wireless communications with the rest of the team.

Dropping the now useless track complex form, he quickly disconnects the cable connection from the cycle to the commlink strapped on his upper arm, and greets Lefey.
@LeFey: "Happy Birthday".
He reaches for her luggage, to fasten it to the mount above his backpack.

@LeFey: "Since I normally use the full harness to go VR and rig this, you get to sit in front.  The tracking was showing your mom about 20 minutes out, until I lost it from the jamming.  Should not need that any more now.  I was planning on immediately finding a parking lot or something, to remove that tag, but you've seen Scrapheap's problems with the corp kids and car.  I don't know how that scream virus works, but figure it is worth a shot trying to jam their 'links, to see if that will block things enough to get through their distraction.  Need to get that quieted fast, before KE gets called in.

Uh, you don't happen to recognize them do you?  If we get up close, are they likely to recognize you?  Do you think it is safe to pull up close to them with the jammer?  I can try to keep the wheel pointing toward them, so they do not get a good look at you".

[RdMarquis]

@E:Tribes / Travellers
[September 1, 2072 21:21 Senlis Residence, Bellevue]
SIN: Morgan Senlis, PAN: Active

"Thank you, but give me about a month." She was born on Halloween.

Carefully, as though she would lose her balance otherwise, Morgan lowers herself into the seat. The jammer was still making things feel a little off. But she recognized it as a necessary evil. "Let's do it. I'll feel a lot better about this thing if it provides a way to keep the virus away."

"They don't sound like the type I normally hang out with." Admittedly, she made a habit of trying to getting acquainted with just about anyone and into their good graces. Even if she was sure they wouldn't meet again. You never knew when you might need a favor. But given that, she was fairly sure she would remember meeting someone with a penchant for nighttime joyrides. "Keep me out of sight, though. There's not point in taking risks."

[JxJxA]

@E:PL /UK
[May 21st, 2072, 18:36; Overlooking Clearwater, Exmoor, UK]
PAN - Active ; SIN - Maximilien Danton

As the group falls back, Gemeaux draws out Le Repartie.

"Il est temps d'utiliser la force brutale," the assassin notes to himself. He kicks his luggage deeper into the pump station, and pops out the weapon's powered stock. He takes aim, and squeezes the trigger and sprays the area with suppressive fire.

The pump station explodes with the merciless din of exploding bullets. The projectiles smash into the pump station, adding an echoing percussion after each discharge. He mentally crosses his fingers, hoping to hear the rewarding sound of a villain exclaiming in shock and pain...

<<@Mordred, Tsubaki[Gemeaux]: Vous m'insultez, je suis un artiste avec le pistolet. Do not worry about my aim, my friend. I can shoot the eyelashes off of a flea as it jumps from mongrel dog to mangy cat.>>

[RdMarquis]

@E:PL /UK
[May 21st, 2072, 18:38; Clearwater Pumping Station, Exmoor, UK]
SIN: Spencer Lovett, PAN: Active

<<For further reference, Tsubaki and I only got as far as this living area before those guys showed up. Hallway full of rooms. But that is a fair way off.>> Mordred breathes heavily, looking for any clue that their enemies might be approaching. <<If anyone has any bright ideas, now is the time to speak up.>> He ducks behind cover and then adjusts the periscope mounted to the top of his gun. The adept places his weapon against the wall so that it points at the door. It was as much cover from enemy fire as he could muster without being absent from the gunfight.

[Machine Ghost]

@E:Tribes, Sprogget
[September 1, 2072 21:21 Bellevue, in front of Senlis residence]
Bionode: Response 4(5), Signal 2, System 4, Firewall 3; Hidden; Analyze(3), Command(1), Edit(1), Scan(1), Sniffer(3), Spoof(1), Stealth(3), Shield(1), Tacsoft(2), Simrig(1)
CMT Clip: Response 1, Signal 3, System 1, Firewall 1; Hidden; SIN: Paul Brickhill (R3)

"Thank you, but give me about a month."

Sprogget grins and says,
@LeFey: "Virtual birthday",
while attaching the luggage to the mount, as LeFey seats herself.

"Let's do it. I'll feel a lot better about this thing if it provides a way to keep the virus away."

@LeFey: "For lower powered commlinks, signal rating 3 or less, the jammer should be as effective as a total power down.  Like powered down, the 'link is useless while jammed.  Unless skinlinked, or using a datajack for local stuff.  A higher powered link will get through the jamming, and be vulnerable to the virus, although the PAN will be blocked, making using it difficult.  Have to use the built in screen and text input."
Sprogget chatters absently as he seats himself behind LeFey, and buckles up.

"They don't sound like the type I normally hang out with. Keep me out of sight, though. There's no point in taking risks."

@LeFey: "Right, no more risks than necessary".
@self:Need to keep track of the time.  Would not be good to be in middle of the street at the accident scene when the parents drive past.

Sticking to the AR interface for now via skinlink, Sprogget accelerates smoothly away from the house.  As soon as he is out of line of sight from the house, he adds more power, taking the fastest route back to the accident scene.  Approaching the final corner, he slows to a sedate speed, to give some time to assess the situation.
@self:Need to get caught up on what is happening, since tacnet is not showing me anymore.

[Notsoevildm]

@Virtual Scream / Gossamer
[September 1, 2072, 12:18, Argent's kid's school]
PAN: N/A, SIN: None, Response *, Signal *, System (5), Firewall (4), (Analyze, Scan, Decrypt, Exploit [5, inherent], Stealth [6, inherent], Armour, Browse, Encrypt, Medic [6, ergo, optzd])

The school's node looks like an old-fashioned school building out of some period drama. Gossamer quickly senses that the node is on alert, spotting the security decker in the form of a guard in an old-fashioned uniform complete with peaked hat and a revolver holstered at his waist. Even so, she easily slips past him and the node's defences. She suspects some of the programs are the same as the ones Argent uses on her home and work nodes, making it even easier for her to remain undetected.

None of the children respond to her message. Gossamer knows they are not supposed to use their links to make calls during class except in an emergency and that usage is monitored by the school. With her security access, that just makes it easier for her to find them. Keeping a careful watch for the school's decker, she sifts through the list of subscribed nodes until she finds the children's commlinks. They are all present and all running in active mode as required by the school. A quick check through the nearest cameras confirms that the kids are at least present, even if not necessarily fully engaged, in their respective classes.

Wondering if she can reverse engineer the patch Aria gave her, she briefly examines her firewall program. She wishes she had checked the patch before running it, although she remembers she didn't really have that opportunity. She quickly realises that it is going to take her some considerable time, even though Aria had turned up with it very shortly after she was attacked. An incoming message distracts her from that line of thought:

<<@Gossamer[Argent]: Gossamer, sorry for not getting back to you sooner. I was dealing with the 'virtual scream' virus. I have managed to get my office node back up and running. The virus is still there but it seems to be dormant, for now at least. I am on my way home. I'm picking up some help on the way and we'll put you back together and into your pod to charge. I'll reset the house CHN, so meet us there or just jump back into your chassis when we reboot it.>>

[Slacker]

@Virtual Scream: Dubstep
[September 2, 2072, 03:56:00, Anathma Skybar, Downtown Seattle]
PAN: Hidden, SIN: Jo Datsik (Fake SIN Rtg4), Response 6, Signal 5, System 6, Firewall 6, (Analyze 6, Armor 3-Ergonomic, Attack 4-Ergo, Biofeedback Filter 6, Browse 6-Ergo, Command 6-Ergo, Disarm 3, ECCM 3-Ergo, Edit 6-Ergo, Exploit 6, Scan 6, Spoof 3-Ergo, Stealth 6)

Secondary PAN: Active, SIN: Jo Datsik(Fake SIN Rtg4), Response 3, Signal 4, System 4, Firewall 4, (Agent 3, Analyze 4, Browse 4, Edit 4, Tacsoft 2)


Dubstep looks appraisingly at the newcomer. The fourth glass for champagne let him guess there was to be somebody else joining them, though he wasn't sure what to make of her. She obviously didn't know the club's owner from the way she introduced herself to him first. But he was also the one she was there to meet.

Glancing at Reed and Frank to see their reaction, he turned back to Cat with an easy smile despite his internal questions (and despite the quick mental message to his agent Cindy requesting a basic Matrix search using this person's image and the names she had given, Cat or Moll).From the way she carried herself, he guessed she too was a 'runner.

He quickly put down his glass and stood up like a gentleman, proffering his hand to Cat. "You can call me Dubstep. You're right that Frank was luck to have Reed on stage tonight. He's the best. Was it his siren beats that drew you here tonight as they did me?"

[JxJxA]

@E:PL /UK
[May 21st, 2072, 18:38; Clearwater Pumping Station, Exmoor, UK]
PAN - Active ; SIN - Maximilien Danton

<<[Gemeaux]: More of the same, oui? I take it you still have my gift of a white phosphorous grenade. I have a few more, and others of a less lethal variety. I must warn you that I am running out of ammunition for my weapons. I did not expect to be fighting off small corporate armies in the middle of nowhere.>>

[karhig]

@Virtual Scream / Cat
[September 2, 2072, 03:56:30, Anathma Skybar, Downtown Seattle]
PAN: Active, SIN: Moll Flanders, System: 2, Signal: 2, Response: 2, Firewall: 2

An enigmatic smile spreads across Cat's face as she listens to Dubstep's adorations. Quite the fan boy. I hope Frank's not wrong about this one.

"A pleasure to meet you Dubstep. Reed's set was exceptional, but I expected no less." She withdraws her hand from Dubstep's grip and picks up the last glass of champagne. She turns towards Reed, locking down some serious eye contact over the top of her glass, but keeps talking as if to Dubstep. "I'll admit this isn't the first time I've danced myself into the morning to his siren beats. I was in the Vault last week, he really had that place jumping too."

Cat places the glass back on the table and flicks a look towards Frank. "Are we likely to have any more good luck fall into our laps tonight, Frank?"

[Notsoevildm]

@Virtual Scream/Cipher
[September 1, 2072, 14:55; Downtown, Seattle]

Cipher awakes shivering and cold. The code sprite, a friendly faced cross between a doctor and a mechanic, sits on the edge of the multi-story, legs crossed and his grubby lab coat pulled tight around him as if to ward off the chill.

"I'm afraid it's rather bad news" it begins hesitantly.

It holds up one hand and a hologram of a brain appears.

"This is what a normal brain looks like."

It holds up its other hand and another brain appears. However, this one looks like an out of focus 3D image, two separate images that don't quite overlap.

"You seem to have two brains. Your own, plus one from the >1rtu@l5cr3@m. Now according to all the medical I could find on technomancers this should not be possible. You are quite the medical anomaly, my young friend. It's a pity you will be dead within a week, two at the most. You see, unless you can get rid of that second brain, the stress it is placing on your own neural system will eventually cause an aneurysm and either kill you outright or, if you are really unlucky, leave you a drooling vegetable. Now was there anything else? I do have a rather full agenda."

[Aria]

@E:CoP/Johnny Awesome
[August 20th, 2072, 21:55; NeoNet Tower, Oxford]

You hear a disgusted tsk in your mind before you feel the absence of that link, and then nothing but the rushing of air and the sound of rapidly approaching traffic. For a horrifying moment you wonder if you have made a huge mistake and then something hot grasps your ankle and your plummeting descent slows dramatically with uncomfortable abruptness.

Wrenching your torso round you look back up at a drake above you, its vast wings blocking out the tower’s light. Except unless you are very mistaken and drakes change colour when annoyed this one isn’t Ryl! Two of them? Bloody dragons!

With a twist of its tail it secures you more firmly and then begins to climb back through the air to the balcony you vacated moments ago. Ryl is there waiting for you, still in her natural form, her tail switching back and forth like an angry cat. From the set of her posture you suspect that analogy is a little too close for comfort.

You are dumped unceremoniously on your head and then you hear a gale of laughter. Standing over you is another naked young women (it’s going to be one of those days. Unlike Ryl she is a fiery red headed lassy who wouldn’t have looked out of place draped over a pub bar somewhere. She exudes sexuality in a way that Ryl’s little girl act did not.

“Well, you’ve upset her! Maybe you can make it up to me?”

[mister__joshua]

@Virtual Scream/Cipher
[September 1, 2072, 15:00; Downtown, Seattle]

"No, you've been helpful enough. Thanks Doc". He dismissed the sprite with a flick of his hand and stood up in the car park. Things were getting more confusing than ever. The sprite had helped but really it asked more questions than it answered, and the few answers it did give were less than satisfactory.

He gripped his head again as a stab of pain shot into the back of his head. He considered drilling a hole in his skull to relieve the pressure. That's what they used to do hundreds of years ago, or so they said.

"2 brains?". Was this it? Was his real consciousness trying to split away from this virtual prison? Maybe he'd done it! Or not. He could just be fragmenting and dying as the sprite said. The only thing he knew for sure was he couldn't stand this pain for 2 weeks even if that was all he had left.

He jumped back into the cab he hoped he still controlled. "Hospital. Fast, please Boney."

[mister__joshua]

@E:CoP/Johnny Awesome
[August 20th, 2072, 21:55; NeoNet Tower, Oxford]

"Well I can only apologise, I didn't mean any harm." He looked between them, unsure where to fix his eyes for better.
"When a meta reaches a certain age, and don't let my youthful appearance fool you I am at that age, you have to seize on chances such as these. Life can become so dull sometimes. Creatures born with the gift of flight can't appreciate what it's like to be condemned by gravity" He smiles again now, hoping he's put the brakes on a dangerous situation.
"If you would permit me the opportunity I'd love to make it up to both of you, though I don't know what I could have to offer two fine females such as yourselves." His exterior was charm and grace again, but in his mind he was scolding his mis-step of ettiquette. Was it worth it Johnny? Of course it wasn't you old fool! Remember yourself!

He approached the new interesting lady, smiling all the way, before bowing with an exaggerated swoop in front of her and kissing her hand. "And how shall you be known, M'Lady?"

This was turning into a most interesting night

[mister__joshua]

Double post (IMG:style_emoticons/default/frown.gif)

[Notsoevildm]

@Virtual Scream / Cat, Dubstep
[September 2, 2072, 03:56:30, Anathma Skybar, Downtown Seattle]
Cat's PAN: Active, SIN: Moll Flanders, System: 2, Signal: 2, Response: 2, Firewall: 2

Dubstep's PAN: Hidden, SIN: Jo Datsik (Fake SIN Rtg4), Response 6, Signal 5, System 6, Firewall 6, (Analyze 6, Armor 3-Ergonomic, Attack 4-Ergo, Biofeedback Filter 6, Browse 6-Ergo, Command 6-Ergo, Disarm 3, ECCM 3-Ergo, Edit 6-Ergo, Exploit 6, Scan 6, Spoof 3-Ergo, Stealth 6)

Dubstep's Secondary PAN: Active, SIN: Jo Datsik(Fake SIN Rtg4), Response 3, Signal 4, System 4, Firewall 4, (Agent 3, Analyze 4, Browse 4, Edit 4, Tacsoft 2)

Frank Gambon is clearly in his element. Reed's set was a success and he has a gorgeous dryad sitting next to him, whispering sweet somethings into his ear, while he sips champagne. Reed seems content to let Frank do the talking while he winds down from his set. For now, he is content to sit back, chilling out and sipping his champagne.

As the introductions are made, Cindy, Dubstep's own digital babe, whispers information into his ears.

<<Cat/Moll Flanders: Either she is a fictional character from a novel written by Daniel Defoe in 1721 or that's a fake ID as I can't find anything else on the SIN she's broadcasting. Cross-referencing the name Cat with her image, I get one hit on a corp employee by the name of Catherine Hall but it's only a 46 % match.>>

<<Frank Gambon: I was able to dig up a little more on him. Appeared on the scene just a couple of years ago and has built the Anathma up from nothing. He is well-connected with the main players in the music and media scene but there are also rumours that he has corp and family (mafia) connections.>>

At Cat's question, Frank gestures to Dubstep.

"My good friend Reed tells me that in addition to being his number one fanboy, Mr Dubstep here is quite the decker and that if he can't fix your commlink, there is probably no-one who can."

Frank turns to Dubstep and continues.

"If you are as good as Reed claims you are, then I may have a few other people who could use your help with a similar problem as my dear Cat's. Now, Reed and I need to talk business between ourselves. We'll leave you to discuss your 'little' hardware problem. Enjoy the champagne. It's on the house."

[Notsoevildm]

@Virtual Scream, Alex Bianchi
September 2, 2072, 12:30; Dennis' Drones
Renraku Sensei: Passive | SIN: Jimmy Delfino (Fake ID, Rating 3) (Re 2 - Sig 4 - Fi 2 - Sys 2)

The lack of a crabby response from the dwarf is the first thing that sets Alex's nerves jingling. But there's something off about the workshop. Maybe some of the vehicles and drones are in different positions. Or is it that some of the other gear lying around seems to be in even more of a mess than his previous visit. If that is even possible.

As he picks his way tentatively towards the back room, he hears a faint noise like a low moan or breathing. The back room has clearly been turned over and not by a professional. Piles of papers and tools are scattered across the floor and behind the desk in a pool of blood, he finds Harvey duct-taped to his chair.

At first glance, the grubby dwarf looks dead. But then you hear the stifled moan and can see his chest rise and fall.

[Dakka Fiend]

@E:Tribes, Spring & Tweak
[September 1, 2072 en route to Bellevue]

Spring
Renraku Sensei: Hidden, SIN: Steven Brokvich (fake R3)

Playing scout for the van, whizzing past corp drones in their wheeled coffins, had been fun for Spring. This had changed as they reached Bellevue.

Enemy territory now, no more showing off.

Close to their target, he had broken off fro the van, heading for a street running parallel to Senlis' one. That had been the last the team had seen or heard anything from him...

Tweak
Novatech Airwave: Hidden, SIN: James Teems (fake R3)

Watching the two bikes clearing the way for his van, Tweak couldn't but smile.
Like a friggin battleship with her escorts.

[September 1, 2072 21:21 Bellevue]
First one then both of his 'escorts' gone, Tweak was starting to feel alien here in corp heaven, when suddenly the van lurched forward.
Drek!
Pulling over, he checks the rear monitor and sees the small car that must have hit them. He barely has time to ask himself what to do now before Scrapheap jumps out and starts yelling at the guys who rear-ended them. Guess that works.
Tweak picks one from a large collection of dirty rags, throws it over Scrapheap's shotgun and steps out of the van to have a look at it.
Great, first time I get to take the van this far out and some idiot rams it. Gonna hear about this for months.
Just for a second, Tweak is relieved that the small car seems to have only superficially damaged their much sturdier van.
So now? Stay and who knows how long the cops'll keep us here. Drive off, they'll prolly catch us later when we really don't want their attention. Wish I had more friendly faces 'round he..

Spring
<<@jailbreakers: Sorry for breaking comm for so long. Took a turn into hell back there. <<location>> Looks like a whole restaurant got infected, people screaming, cops, medics, the whole shebang. <<link to newscast>> Had to drop offline and gain some distance. I'm here <<location>> right now, looks pretty quiet.

[Slacker]

@Virtual Scream: Dubstep
[September 2, 2072, 03:58:00, Anathma Skybar, Downtown Seattle]
PAN: Hidden, SIN: Jo Datsik (Fake SIN Rtg4), Response 6, Signal 5, System 6, Firewall 6, (Analyze 6, Armor 3-Ergonomic, Attack 4-Ergo, Biofeedback Filter 6, Browse 6-Ergo, Command 6-Ergo, Disarm 3, ECCM 3-Ergo, Edit 6-Ergo, Exploit 6, Scan 6, Spoof 3-Ergo, Stealth 6)

Secondary PAN: Active, SIN: Jo Datsik(Fake SIN Rtg4), Response 3, Signal 4, System 4, Firewall 4, (Agent 3, Analyze 4, Browse 4, Edit 4, Tacsoft 2)


With a sinking feeling, Dubstep turned back to Cat as Frank and Reed step away. "Don't tell me.... you have a little piece of the >1rtu@l5cr3@m drek that hit the 'trix earlier today. Ugh, guess it was yesterday now really.

Without even waiting for her to respond, the look in her eyes when he mentioned >1rtu@l5cr3@m sends him off on a string of explitives under his breath. "....can't even get away from the 5cr3@m for a few hours of fun..

Finally he winds down. "Yeah, yeah. I can help. Was tracking down pieces of it all day once I cleaned it off my own 'links. What token piece of itself did it leave you?

[karhig]

@Virtual Scream / Cat, Dubstep
[September 2, 2072, 03:58:30, Anathma Skybar, Downtown Seattle]
PAN: Active, SIN: Moll Flanders (Fake SIN Rtg 4), System: 2, Signal: 2, Response: 2, Firewall: 2

Cat suppresses the amused smile at Dubstep's reaction to >1rtu@l5cr3@m. She hadn't even mentioned it and he went off on a tirade. This guy's pretty tightly wound, but if he can clean my commlink, I can use his help.

"A liver, but we don't have to do this now. My 'link is slow, but I don't exactly need it to be blazing fast at 4am in the morning. How about we enjoy the champagne" she says with a tilt of her glass, "and get to know each other for a bit?" She takes a delicate sip from the glass and breaths out, obviously relaxing her moss covered body. "Chill out, you know?"

"This really is good champagne." Cat practically purrs as she takes another taste from her glass before turning more serious. "To be frank, I need to replace this old thing with something a bit more secure and private, and it's not like I can visit the IT department to get it done, you know?" She reaches out and places a hand on Dubstep's, red leaves winding from between her fingers and up her arm before disappearing over her shoulder. "How about if you still want to help me out, we meet up somewhere tomorrow, maybe over lunch? You can get >1rtu@l5cr3@m off my commlink and help me upgrade my technology a bit. I'll have to find some way to repay you, of course." Cat finishes with a mercurial smile.