"That was also before two members of the board showed up unannounced with urgent business that needed attending to. Whatever, when we have a briefing to attend, let me know." And with that she brings out her doberman drone, sets it on the floor beside one of the couches in the common room, and sits down on the couch. For a second, it looks to onlookers as though she is commanding the drone, when in reality she's dismissing Scribbles of all his tasks and then lying back on the couch. Closing her eyes, she jumps into VR, within her biological node where she can't be bothered. Bringing up windows in her field of vision, to let her see and hear what her links and the drone can see and hear, she concentrates deeply and focuses on the deep Resonance, compiling a new sprite, one of a swirling metal storm in a fairly humanoid shape. I think I'll call you Riggs, since you're going to be my help with rigging. Thanks for coming. Do me a favor won't you, and pilot that drone to protect my meat while I begin the process needed to handle this work? Thank you. And with that, she begins setting up the work necessary, compiling digital candles, smoke, and the like within her node, setting the right feel, mixing it with strange devices made out of scrap metal and the like, something that looks like an unusual ritual to anyone who could see it, except none can.

Colleen nods "Yep standard procedure everyone gets their tacnet feed worked in with their squad and piped back here via the vehicles. The armors built to have enough feeds for the Tacnet but if ya got extra stuff and a datajack it's a snap to work your stuff in, other can do a trode connection, less reliable but not bad in a pinch. There's also a input mounted on the gauntlets that we match most of the more common functions to, distress beacon, recovery beacon, request for hacker support, fire support etc."


In Caitlin's pan the sprite swirls into form a creature of silently spining engines and gears. Pah! I accept your name meat creature, but you think you would command me? I am the roar of engines and the grind of gears, only those who have shown true metal may have my boons! It stamps a heavy engine block foot on the ground sending ripples of metal and chrome outwards rewriting and rending the carefully crafted serene and arcane displays in favor of an open air race track. Your standing by a a racecar in a reasonable facsimile of something your memory dimly recalls as a kind of racing called Nascar™ before such things went out of favor in the face of less mind numbingly boring forms of racing. "You must prove your metal as the riders of old proved theirs!"

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Kristof turns to walk away from Colleen. He talks to her over his shoulder, "Well I had better go see what Jeb is wanting, I hope it's not about any team leader BS, I hate the politicking involved. I'll send you my old HTRT setup and see how much of that I'd be able to get here. Talk to you later, and nice meeting you."


Outside Jebs Office

Kristof pings the ARO outside the office to let Jeb know he's arrived.

She laughs and shakes her head. What part of the Resonance did I compile you from, an old trid recording of the Orks of Haz'ert? How retro can you get? Besides, what kind of cyber-mystic would I be if I let myself be bullied around by a sprite I compiled? You wouldn't respect me after I won if I didn't set some of my own terms. No, we're doing this on my terms. You want to race? Alright, but we're doing something a bit more modern. And with that, the image changes from an open air track to something a bit more digital, highways with streams of data racing along them. The cars are replaced with a pair of racing bikes, all black with neon glowing lines along them, purple for her, yellow for the bike by the sprite. Finally, her icon shifts with the change, and the street witch image is replaced with her own elven features, dressed in a black leather racing suit, with the glowing purple lines accentuating the curves of the suit. You know, almost a century ago, when the first predecessor of the Matrix came about, they called it the information super highway. You wanna race, you race this, not some retro open air track. This is our world. What do you say? I'll even play some retro music for us while we race. She grins and tilts her head, looking to the sprite for his response, as music begins pumping into the Matrix around them, setting a bit of tempo for the race.

The response comes fairly quickly as the AR tag on Jeff's door changes from <Working> to <Come on in> as you enter Jeb is reclined in his chair slightly with his eyes closed. As you enter and shut the door behind you his eyes open and he smiles. "Kristof, thank you for coming, I was reviewing personell files and trying to put some ducks in a row so to speak. I need to select a team leader still, did you have any interest in such a position?"


In the Doctor's VR environs the sprite nods it's gears reving slightly as it casually knocks the bike you've created for it skidding off into the digital ether. It shifts and changes it's form elongating and and taking a two wheeled motorcle like form. It's engines roar as it waits for you to take up your own bike. A start light doping down and waiting for the two riders to take off.

Maureen comes around to each of your rooms droping off a Manilla envelope containing a nanotech passkey in the form of a stylus that allows you to access your portion of the company network email and other generic functions are available to you.

Grinning, she mounts the bike and hugs it close, as though it were an extension of her own body, something she couldn't do in the meat but somehow here in the digital, it fit, nothing more than an extension of her will. Are you sure you can keep up? And as the light changed she was off, dodging and weaving through the streams of data, trying not to disrupt any of the flow of information, watching Riggs in a window display in her peripheral vision as she races, making sure he stays behind her as much as possible.

Over the gruelling race you manage to keep a comfortable but not completely safe margin of error. Once completed the machine sprite abruptly changes tone, evidently you have proved yourself in his eyes.
"The mechanic came by while you were indisposed and placed what the food processor assures me is something called a calzone on the table next to you. It also assures me that it is not in fact poisoned so I have resisted the urge to shoot her."

She grins as Riggs tells her this, looking out into the meat through the eyes of the drone. "Yup, calzone. Wonder what kind it is. Well, only one way to find out." And with that, she gave a bit of a salute/wave to Riggs, two fingers to her eyebrow and up to him. "Thank you for the enjoyable morning and the interesting race, feel free to head back into the Resonance and do whatever it is you do when you've not been called on by a cyber mystic, and enjoy your time until I need to call on you." And with that, she wakes back into the meat world.