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Post by Admin on Jun 25, 2018 21:25:36 GMT
~On the Roof~ He finds the skylight in question, and sees the hairline cut that runs the perimeter of the glass, and what may be a couple of partial marks from suction cups. Scanning the sky Snitch notices more than the average number of Lighter Than Air drones around the horizon - perhaps the locals don't like the noise of props or vectored thrust. ~In the Basement~ Phillip twitches when he first notices you, but then recognizes the drink and its purpose in the instance. Hija clicks the built in nitrogen pack, coating the exterior of the can in a thin layer of frost. P:"Uh, no way. She's gone and something else is there. I'm way outta my league here, I mean EVERY periphery device connected to it is reporting all green status bits, but there is zero network traffic. How can a security cam that is supposed to report an error when its stream isn't received happily chug away thinking it's transmitting when its not? Oh, wait, the server or my deck? My deck is gone daddy gone - I'm just looking to save my job and the server, in that order." He smiles briefly as he rolls the can around. P:"Jesus this hits the spot. Have you tried the new Electric Acid Rain flavor? Oh, wait, what, who the hell are you?" QU37z41C0471: Do you smell that? Decomposed code? The sprite hisses and coils, eyeing the dead data cables suspiciously.
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Quhzk
Junior Member
Alex "Snitch" Putnam
Posts: 67
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Post by Quhzk on Jun 26, 2018 0:58:33 GMT
Pulling out his commlink and lighting a smoke Snitch writes out a short message to his comrades.
Snitch: "Just checked the roof, there's suction marks on the outside so they definitely got in this way. Not much else up here but the neighbors are flying a few blimps around, maybe the crew didn't manage to wipe their sensors and we can get some info from them."
Opening his cases weapon compartment and pulling out the scope, Snitch looks to the sky and watches the dirigibles float by. Most look factory standard and oddly are not projecting AR advertisements like most do deeper into the city - one of aesthetic benefits the rich enjoy. Taking photos with his eyes of the VINs he sends a compiled list to his team, and calls up his brother.
J.J: "I'm busy, what is it?"
Snitch: "I'm working on the story you sent my way, the prophet of dawn girl. Found her and got some info, looks like the story might go deeper though. Think I had a tail from the assignment, had a squad almost geek her a couple days after I made contact, definitely connected. We're doing a job until I get more info and I've got some VINs, can you check if they're legit? Gonna need to get footage from them. If you can find any recent info on a place called "Lemuria" it might be useful too."
J.J: "Yeah, fine. I don't work for free you know? The publisher who asked for that story offered good money so don't hold out too long, I spent enough time doing your job for you these last few years. I'll hit you up with the info in a bit."
Snitch: "Thanks, I'll see what I can do."
Putting away his comm and putting out his smoke Snitch goes back to Joan and asks to be brought to the server room. [Done checking the scene, interviewing, and I got J.J. checking out some leads.. these matrix jobs make me feel useless, maybe there's something I can help the girl with.]
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Post by prissyprincesscyan on Jun 26, 2018 16:38:35 GMT
Hija: “Uhh, thank you. Yeah, I mean I’m no… umm.”
Hija took a small step back a touch, evidently flustered. She had tried to answer the small barrage questions posed to her and make her own point while her seemingly civil gestures and attempts at civil discourse turned into a cussing question. Fidgeting with her glasses Hija took a small breath and tried again.
Hija: “Umm no, I haven’t tried Electric Acid Rain yet. I’m doing that ‘star can’ contest they set up for it, uhh, get a can with a star on the bottom during each flavour’s month for a lifetime supply. I’m still stuck on ‘Classic Pure PWR’… Not important, I’m Hija, I’m being paid to look into the theft thing that happened upstairs for Mr. Furnvival. The umm, investigation is for Mr. Furnival I don’t have evidence that says the theft was for him, yet. I thought I could have a look at the server since it apparently got nuked. If you don’t mind...”
She paused, as though she was waiting for a response but just as Philip opened his mouth to respond Hija stood to her full, modest height and, steeling her resolve, tried to assert herself.
Hija: “Which is the least you could do. After all, I’ve tried to help you soothe the biofeedback brain bashing and you haven’t even said thank you yet.”
Her admirable resolve faltered after a few moments of silence, punctuated by the thematic thump of the fans, and she knelt down, avoiding Philip's gaze and instead looking to the rather dead deck.
Hija: “Yeah Co-co, I smell it. Hard to ignore a rotting carcass of code. Keep hidden, I think whatever did this is still around or at least some remnant of it. I’m gonna find out what I can from this chico. I don’t what you or me to end up like his poor friend.”
Looking back up, to somewhere about Philip’s chest, Hija started asking a few questions of her own.
Hija: “So what, what exactly happened? How’d you get beat up so bad? And uh, how recently? I mean is whoever did it still about or..?”
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Post by Random Task on Jun 27, 2018 0:31:27 GMT
"Well, looks like we should run this MO through law enforcement databases to see if there's a heist crew operating that this resembles."
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Post by Deals with dragons on Jun 27, 2018 8:51:15 GMT
Tag is getting tired of asking the same questions, Tag watches Snitch chat with some people before being lead to the roof. Feeling at a loss of what to do next, Tag sits herself down on a couch and places her feet on a coffee table, she produces her commlink and hops to the nearest Jackpoint node. She searches through anything she can find about thefts, heists, lemurian artifacts, and the lords property. Her search doesn’t get very far when a message from Hija blinks into view. It seemed normal one second, before it seemed to become corrupted and jumbled. Only an ominous quote remains for a few seconds before the message recovered. Whispering, wide eyed;
Tag: “Dreck...”
Tag stands abruptly, and pushes through the crowd to the door before breaking into a sprint. Tag returns to where she last saw Hija and attempts to figure out her route. Her commlink gave an estimated location but no route to follow. In a small panic, Tag checks for any way to reach Hija. With inhuman speed, Tag races around the area before she comes to a stairwell that seems to lead down to where Hija is meant to be. Expecting the worst, Tag draws her compact tazer, and (as quietly as she can) rushes down the sairs Tag can just barely hear the sounds of muffled voices resonating from somewhere, and within a few seconds she finds the server room door. Not wasting any time, Tag opens the door, which thankfully seems well oiled. With tazer drawn, Tag enters, interrupting a conversation, though still on edge, she hardly notices. Finding Hija standing near a creepy looking man, Tag locks in on the perceived threat and announces herself.
Tag:What’s going on here?!”
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Post by Admin on Jul 3, 2018 15:30:54 GMT
~roof~
J.J. “That actually rings a bell – I think Daphne said something about a run in with a matrix gang that was Lemurian something…”
~basement~ Phillip: “Lemme just check with Jerome’s clearance list…” A few AR manipulations and his comlink pings. Phillip:”Okay you got the all clear from my boss.” He makes a grand sweeping gesture towards the servers, then detaches the hard line from his very expensive paper weight from the servers direct plug.
Phillip: “I stepped on a well masked data bomb that was sitting right in the login node. Hopefully your deck has more data perception than mine DID. I didn’t see any transmissions on the physical lines or in wifi. So I don’t think whoever did this is still here, but they clearly left some malware behind. My recommendation is an EMP pulse erase and factory reset.”
OOC: Could you be more specific? Do you have a contact or are you requesting Lord F does it?
She finds an archived thread looking to hire runners to steal an antique urn from a little old lady that lives in Kidderminster, posted by a Johnson named MadddHaterrr. Two interesting notes. 1) The ashes were to be put in a replacement urn, provided by the Johnson. 2) Kidderminster is less than an hour from where you are.
Phillip’s hands shot up in surrender. Phillip: “Jesus Christ don’t shoot! I’m almost dead as it is chummer!” He backs up until he bumps into a rack of server components.
OOC: Some unexpected down time, I snuck in one last post ;-)
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Post by prissyprincesscyan on Jul 9, 2018 11:41:28 GMT
Hija: “Data perception..? Yeah, umm… My deck should be fine, I uh, just have to be a bit more careful than you were.”
It was rare that Hija ran into a decker in the Matrix, even rarer to meet one in meatspace, they on the whole preferred to hang out where their had an edge over the majority. This led to an interesting predicament, Hija could blunder a few lies passed the uninitiated as to why she could deck with a deck but for someone in the know, that would be trickier.
Hija: “Besides I keep it, uhh separate, you know. Has some redundant parts just in case something like what happened to you happens. Umm, could I just see if anything is ahh, salvageable? If you think its complet-”
As Hija tentatively reached to to scoop up the dead cyberdeck, to at least pretend to be hooked into the Matrix via mundane means, Tag loudly announced herself. Startled by her sudden appearance Hija stumbled back a few steps, though she seemed to relax once she saw who it was bursting in on them. Hija was more alarmed by what Philip had uttered as he retreated from the tazer. Her hands instinctively shot up over her mouth as Hija stared at the beaten decker
Hija let out a barely audible squeak of: “You’re not allowed to say that.”
[Aren’t you? Maybe you are over here. That one decker at the bar said the first part. Still shouldn’t say it…]
Pushing the dissident utterance aside Hija turned to address Tag’s question.
Hija: “Umm, we’re working, Philip is Furnival’s uh, IT guy? He got beat up by a databomb and was warning me about it before I started my own dive. Why are you down here? You get any answers upstairs? Do they respond to questions well when you burst in on them with tazers”
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Post by Deals with dragons on Jul 17, 2018 3:46:36 GMT
The situation seems a bit different than Tag had anticipated. Though for all she knew the real danger could be in the matrix itself rather than a physical threat. Blatantly ignoring Hija's barrage of questions, Tag fires back with a few of her own.
Tag: "Hija, are you alright? I got a weird message threatening you and came as fast as I could. Is there anything weird in the matrix? Anyone monitoring your activities?"
Tag is visibly twitchy, her movements jerky and lacking in her usual grace and ease. Fatigue is starting to catch up with her. Even so, her rational mind is beginning to catch up, noticing the oddity of the message and circumstances. Her eyes stay on Philip, but she lowers her taser.
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Post by prissyprincesscyan on Jul 17, 2018 10:08:06 GMT
Suddenly feeling uncomfortable at the mention of a certain message Hija folded inwards. Trying on her best faltering poker-face while playing with her hands she let out a small low hum that let Tag know that the teen was clearly deep in thought, thinking how best to answer.
Hija: “I’m like, okay. Was a bit bored, tired. Um, now uh… little ignored, umm anxious I guess, about going to play in what sounds like a minefield doing that. More anxious you’re waving guns around people I’d like to help me traverse the ah, minefield. There’s other stuff but you said to talk about that later.”
Looking towards the ceiling Hija tapped her chin with a finger in rather melodramatic fashion.
Hija: “‘Anything weird in the matrix?’ That’s sort of a deep question isn’t it? It’s a pretty big place so chance are there’s something weird out there. But would it even be weird? I mean the Matrix breaks some pretty important rules of reality, like gravity, living inorganic structures and giant insects. Ohh fantasmas too, probably. And extranjeros, if you believe in them. I mean given the limits on connection you’d have to be pretty close to a Terran space station or satellite and someone could spot that by looking out of a window or at the very least see that your connection is from like deep space or something so there's no extranjeros. Unless their tech is soo good that their can spoof everything they need, huh. That would mean they could walk, or fly, it is the Matrix after all, without being noticed... then they could do just about anything they wanted and if anyone suspected them they could just point out the level of tech needed to do all of that is absurd...”
Hija had caught herself rambling at the point on ghosts. However she was hoping that her inane babbling would help cover the fact she was not addressing the ‘weird message.’
Hija: “So if we’re including possible extranjeros I’d say; extranjeros, the government, Aztechnology, whoever really owns PWR Up, not too sure on that one I think its Cola Co. Industries but I think they got swallowed by Aztechnology, so them again, any corp that I’ve ever bought anything from, fantasmas of course. Ooh that little umm shoppy thingy we got clothes from, qué era… Prosperity Apparel! They’re probably monitoring me. Couple of people on the Gold Stars node probably waiting for me to correct them on something, at least one group wanting to kill me, those ones going on about ‘my mother’ or something, and you guys. Umm, assuming you do read the messages I send, And probably double for Snitch since he wants his creepy story. Other than that a bunch of deities and gods is all I can think of. That's probably too many proablys isn't it?”
Hija glanced towards Tag, seeing whether her strategy of useless information overload had worked, tended to work on Matrix systems. Besides answering three out four questions would be seventy-five percent in any other test, more than enough to pass, hopefully she would drop the whole ‘threatening message’ thing.
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Post by Deals with dragons on Jul 26, 2018 22:15:20 GMT
[This girl really knows how to spout nonsense] However, Tag isn't in the mood for nonsense. As Hija starts spouting, Tag glances at her, trying to figure out what she's on about. Realizing that she's not getting anywhere fast, Tag grows impatient. Tag: "Hija, I'm talking about an actual threat to your life, not whatever you're babbling about. Look, I don't want you in the matrix until I'm certain you wont be harmed. Please don't make this any more difficult. Tag then turns to Phill, eyeing him with suspicion. Tag: "What do you have to do with the threats against my friend?"
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Post by Admin on Jul 31, 2018 20:54:56 GMT
Phil smirks at the rambling Hija, looks like he was about to say something, then decides not to.
Phil: "Whoa, Miss, aaaa, whoever you are, she's helping my with a migraine, I'm not trying to threaten her."
He gestures at the energy drink as if it somehow proves his point.
Phil: "She and I are both on the sammme team - I take it you are new physical security? The only thing I know is that this is hands down the best spoofing I've ever seen, and I'm not up to going back in until I get a new deck and an upgrade or five for my firewall..."
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Quhzk
Junior Member
Alex "Snitch" Putnam
Posts: 67
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Post by Quhzk on Aug 1, 2018 17:27:23 GMT
Making his way down the stairs from the rooftop to the server room, Snitch sees Cochise in one of the reading rooms on his comm. Wanting to exchange notes, Alex walks over and leans on the back end of a leather chair.
Snitch: "Any luck checking for other heists? Sounds like Tag scrounged up some info on another job that went down a few towns over that might be worth checking out, I was thinking since we got our matrix whiz on the job here I might go for a ride. You in?"
Sending a message to Tag and Hija that he was going to check out the other scene, Snitch called his bike to the door of the courtyard be ready to pick him up.
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Post by prissyprincesscyan on Aug 1, 2018 17:55:33 GMT
Hija considered how best to deflect the whole ‘threat on her life’ business without implicating herself, and preferably without Phil getting hurt but that was secondary. Perhaps with more nonsense? Some snide remark about Tag’s concern? Defiance by diving to The Matrix then and there? Before she could implement any of her well thought and cleverly crafted ruses Hija felt them steadily drain away like melted buttered.
Hija: “We… we’re f-f-friends... T-Tag?”
Hija asked, her voice returning to the quivering cadence she sported back in Croc's Cave, at least whenever Tag was around.
Hija: “He’s uhh, Phil? Philip’s got umm, n-nothing to do with that. L-like I said he’s just J-J-Jerome… No Mr. Furnival! Mr. Furnival’s uh, IT man, probably. That and because I… sent that message.”
She looked to the floor at some mid point between Tag and Philip as she shuffled uncomfortably in place.
Hija: “I mean it’s eh heh, a little insulting that y-y-you’d think I’d have such b-bad security that umm, any perdedor w-with a MCT-T could jam in a message to y-y-you while spoofing every detail about my, ah, M-M-Matrix presence exactly. I-It, just seemed fitting… A big mansion, not q-quite a m-murder but a th-theft instead, go-going into a spoo-spooky basement alone, it was just l-like a j-jo-joke...”
Hija lifted up her thin, wide glasses to wipe her eyes. Instead of placing them back on she fiddled with the metal temples and looked towards Tag’s blurry visage.
Hija: “G-G-Guess it was, um, wasn’t very funny. Uhhh, g-g-given what’s umm, happened s-so far in th-the past few days, I mean uhh, between the bar and restaurant I’m pr-probably safer in the Matrix anyway. Kinda like, m-my thing… N-no guarantee of safety though… Minefield, after all.”
She gestured to Phil’s rough shape as an example. Hija wanted to fade away, either melting away into the sub-basement or slipping into the Matrix. She did neither and stood her shaky ground for whatever Tag wanted to throw at her.
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Post by Random Task on Aug 4, 2018 4:54:29 GMT
"Anything to get out of this place. Lead the way, old boy." Cochise gets up to follow.
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Post by Deals with dragons on Aug 9, 2018 9:41:49 GMT
Tag listens, emotion draining from her face. Tag stares down Hija, who seems to be avoiding her gaze. The silence is broken as Phil takes a noisy sip of the PowerUp. Tag clears her throat, and straightens herself up.
Tag: “Well, if there really is no threat... I will let you get back to your business.”
Tags statement is flat, not particularly irate but hints of disappointment shine through. Realizing that chastising Hija could only make the situation worse, she turns away from Hija, and addresses Phil.
Tag: “Well I apologize that our meeting was less than... civil, but the safety of my team is of the utmost importance. Now since we appear to be on the same side here...
Tag gives Phil her comm number
Tag: “Please contact me if anything comes up that I should know about, especially if anything happens to Hija.”
Without annother word, Tag strides out of the server room, looking to find Snitch and Cochise.
Tag types a message to snitch as she makes her way back into the building
Tag: "Hey S, you weren't planning to speak with the old woman without me were you? I'd like to have a chat with her if you don't mind" *ooc:edited to add a bit more*
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