<> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> * Demetreia stares at her feet. * Leopldo idly thinks. "Maybe we shoulda gotten them a radio transmitter." * Fitzroy shrugs, "I'm sure we can keep track of them from here if we need to." * Fitzroy heads to the back room that contains the web of l33t. I suppose...so. <> Why don't you then? Come on in, if you want. There's lots of room. * Fitzroy dissapears into the room. * Leopldo raises an eyebrow and follows into the maze of l33t. <> * Demetreia blinks, then gets up and follows her letter-deprived comrade. * Fitzroy climbs his way into one of the two primary harnesses with ease. * Leopldo takes a seat on one of the cusions. "So, what are you planning on doing?" We're going to look up this company digitally. I saw that we already have some information on them, but I haven't gotten a chance to look at it yet. We can get into their databanks and look up just about anything. Oh? * Leopldo looks at one of the harnesses. "How hard are one of these things to use?" Won't they...try to stop us? Oh, it's easy. Once you get in there, it's like a second reality. They might try to stop us, but it's not likely that they'll succeed. * Fitzroy grins. ...ohhhh. You want to try it out, Deme? For now though, we'll just check out their system. See what they have. That is, if you think we can Roy. ^_^ That way we can plan a strike for tonight. Yeah, just jack in. It's like second nature. You'll see. * Demetreia eyes the equipment dubiously. I...am not sure. * Fitzroy plugs in himself. (DO EET.) If you don't I'm gonna try it. * RobinGone is now known as Robin * Demetreia bites her lip and continues looking dubious. * Leopldo sighs. "Fine, I'll give it a go." He goes to the harness and tries to put it on. And stuff. (*whistles*) (There are only two, right?) (I think so? Unless Cham's putting another one in and didn't tell Roy, or something.) (Was just checking.) (there're two harnesses and four other spots.) (There are only two, but one is for Roy and one is for Ian. The cushions are for you guys.) (Oh, okay. So it doesn't fit?) (Oh, so the cushions are part of it too. ) ('suppose I'll just sit and wait then.) * Leopldo gives up trying to fit it on and sits down on the cusions. (I'm telling you. Slashbait.) * Demetreia settles down on the cushions next to Leo. <> * Leopldo takes one of the jacks and jacks himself in. XD * Fitzroy looks over at Leo. "Oh yeah, that harness is meant for Ian, really." Figured. TSM jacks for the rest of us. * Demetreia frowns at the mention of Ian and looks in the general direction of the living room. Even though it's not visible from here. Are you sure it is safe? No, but I'm starting to not care. Ian just has a bad head-comp install.. I think. (DECIDE.) Oh. * Demetreia nervously jacks in. (Sorry, half-dead tonight. x.x) (Wow, you lot are boring.) (I'm WAITING for stuff to happen. ^^;) (I already jacked in. ^^;) (same here) (and asking Cham things) <> <> <> * Demetreia looks around, doing a serpentine equivalent of O_o. <> ( Deme? Talk? Perish the thought. ) * Fitzroy looks over. "Ah, good. This is the dossier I was talking about." * Fitzroy gets up and brings the folder over to the snakes. "There's actually not a lot in it." * Leopldo looks around, uh... "Interesting virtual reality." <> * Demetreia looks down cross-eyed at herself. "This is...interesting?" * Leopldo is now known as Leopoldo ( Finally. *coughs* ) (IT WAS AN IMPOSTER) (Sorry. Geeze. ;-;) ( When even the zombie cyborg knows you've a letter missing, that's gotta mean something. Maybe. ) I'll say. I have to wonder why a snake, though. * Fitzroy shrugs. "Maybe you guys like snakes here." ( http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2003/01/photogalleries/snakes/photo9.htm l <- Black Mamba) ( We are hot shit. ) (Damn straight.) ( Well. Technically cold-blooded shit. ) (Whatever. ) * Fitzroy pulls a piece of paper out of the folder and hangs it in the air. It blows up to readable size. This is a pricing list.. (I'm now imagining Demetreia dressed up as the Black Mamba from Kill Bill... only I can't.) * Leopoldo looks over it once it's readable size. * Fitzroy hangs another one next to it, ".. and this is a list of notable customers." <> Mmmmhmmm. (Nothing notable on them?) * Demetreia swings her head back and forth between the two, unconsciously flicking her tongue in and out. All of a sudden, she notices she's doing it, and can't seem to stop. (Other than they're slim?) <> * Leopoldo flicks his tongue out. Hey, everyone's doing it. "So we've got some insanely high prices here." (Do they look like they could support this kind of research with those numbers?) <> (Oookay, that's a yes.) Yeah. I haven't seen anything odd other than that yet. I'm not sure who these customers are either. Can you dig up something on them? * Demetreia is everyone! Yay! She also responds, between flicks. "Are they real names?" * Leopoldo glances at Demetreia, then back at Roy. * Fitzroy flips through a few pages in the folder, then closes it. * Fitzroy tosses it onto the desk and it lands squarely in the center. Amazing. "I'm not sure.. Let's see." * Fitzroy points at the ground in several places and small, white filing cabinets rise up from the floor. Little blue monkeys start rummaging through the drawers and files. * Demetreia flick/sniffs curiously at the little blue monkeys. * Leopoldo observes monkies. Tasty monkies. <> * Fitzroy hmms, "Looks like they're bigwigs from a bunch of different places. Various industries." Makes sense they'd have the money, then. *tongueflick* I suppossse. (monkey! http://mi.wizards.com/global/images/magic/general/inspiration.jpg) * Fitzroy directs the monkeys to pile the information over by the desk. <> We ought to look at ZeRoCanx's system though.. since there isn't much here. * Demetreia eyes the monkeys. <> * Demetreia also tongueflicks at them, but she's tongueflicking at everything, so that probably doesn't mean anything. ( Aww. ) * Leopoldo tongueflicks at the pile. "Sounds like a good idea." * Demetreia tongueflicks at the pile too, in the absence of blue monkeys. * Fitzroy walks over to a wall and causes an open archway/door to appear, "Let's go then." And he steps through. * Leopoldo slithers after Roy. * Demetreia speedslithers after Roy. Yay for speedy snakes. * Leopoldo tongueflicks at him too, but that's not nothing new. Speedy snakes! * Demetreia can tongueflick while she speeds! Speedy *multitasking* snakes! <> * Leopoldo is a speedy snake! He keeps after Roy while tongueflicking. Wow, that's talented. <> (My slightly totemic cyberpunk ego anthropomorphic self-conception can beat up your slightly totemic cyberpunk ego anthropomorphic self-conception!) * Leopoldo stops when being propelled. "Even has moving walkways. Handy." (Mine can run away faster.) (Oh yeah? Well, I'll, um... Bite you! In the... EYE!) * Demetreia doesn't stop at first, but gets the picture soon enough and concentrates on the tongueflicking. Or not concentrates. But does it anyway. * Leopoldo tongueflicks while he looks around idly. <> <> (...must not have Verner flashbacks. Must not not not.) (It's a pyramid! It's Greenraku!) * Leopoldo tongueflicks at the pyramid. Not like he can help himself. * Demetreia eyes and tongueflicks the polyhedrons nervously. And here we are. The ZeRoCanx System. (*blows Kat's head clean off*) * Fitzroy looks over the guns and pulsing things. (Blow her fool head off!) <<... the polyhedrons are orbiting the pyramid. The pyramid is life size. Also, they're pulsing. Don't tongue flick the Happy Fun Polyhedron.>> ( We're not actually *licking* them. Just flicking our tongues in their general direction. ) ( Thren: Self-defense from her hair? ) (Ha.) (Yeah. Snakes do that.) (Yeah, but tongue-flick AT and tongue-flick are different. Anyhow.) ( Okay, so zombie cyborg snake missed a preposition. ) <> ( My bad. ) So, now what? * Demetreia shrugs a snakey sort of shrug. However that works. * Fitzroy hmms, "Well, first.." He snaps his fingers and our avatars change to generic ones. Mimes, as Cham informs me. We shouldn't be looking like ourselves. * Demetreia blinks. But...we do not? <> * Leopoldo blinks, then shrugs in a mimey way. Not really. We shouldn't be identified this way.. Let's take a look around. If you don't mind my caution, you first? * Demetreia gives Leo a weird look. * Fitzroy moves a little closer to the pyramid. "We've got standard authentication.. those diamonds there." ...diamonds? Oh! I see them! * Leopoldo steps in line with Roy. "Ah, I see." Some defensive ICE.. those red things. Those guns are more Ice.. but those are triggered by the red Ice. Uh-huh. ICE? * Demetreia nods. What he asked. * Fitzroy nod, "Yeah. Short for Intrusion Counter Electronics." Ohhh.... Ah ha. Well, let's get going then. They can be pretty dangerous. ...dangerous? * Leopoldo pats Roy on the back. "Yeah, but you're good at this kind of thing... right?" Yep. You guys don't have to worry so much as me though. You're technically just watching. ...oh. Er. Be careful? Er- yeah. * Leopoldo doesn't tongueflick. * Fitzroy holds up his palm and hummingbird-like program appears in it. It flies off toward the pyramid. * Fitzroy sends a few more after the first one. <> * Demetreia watches. * Demetreia blinks. "Uh-oh?" Oop. We'd better go. That's... not good. * Leopoldo nods. * Fitzroy grabs as many reports as possible before the Ice get there. Mmm, run? * Demetreia shifts nervously. * Leopoldo looks at the ICE nervously. * Fitzroy gets away from the place as the Ice get uncomfortably close. * Demetreia follows! (Clearly, you need to counter them with FIRE or STEEL-type Filémon.) <> * Leopoldo follows too! (...the Master Sword.) ( Steel's good against ICE? I didn't remember that. ) (It might not be, I picked a random element.) ( Ah, heh. ^^ ) (Fire and grass. Duh.) (Grass and ice both do massive damage to eachother. I can't believe I remember that.) ( Fire's weak against water but good against ice, I remember that. ) * Fitzroy jumps through another nearby archway. (Fire takes high damage from ice, though.) (Ice is a weird element.) ( You sure? I'm pretty sure it didn't, but now I'm not sure. ) * Leopoldo does the leaping thing, following Roy. He looks over his shoulder at the ICE, then back forward. * Demetreia follows like a following thing. <> Think we've lost them. What've you got there, then? * Demetreia tongueflicks before remembering she is not a snake right now. Well, let's check it when we get back. I think it's safe to go back to our place now. * Fitzroy opens yet another doorway and steps on through. * Demetreia follows. <> * Leopoldo follows, and stuff. * Fitzroy sits back down at his desk to look at the probe information, "This should tell us more about what we're up against." * Leopoldo walks over and looks over Roy's shoulder. "Why do I have the urge to punch myself?" <> (Ah, okay. ^^;) ( Speedy snakes again?! :D D:D D:D::D::D) (SPEEDY SNAKES! XD) (If we're not mimes, disregard my statement.) * Demetreia tongueflicks for the glory of tongueflicking. Making up for lost time. * Leopoldo tongueflicks for great tongueflicking. All your tongueflick are belong to us. <> <> ...oh, dear. * Fitzroy hmms and rotates the pyramid. "Hopefully we can wake Ian up. Looks like we might need him." Definetly need him. * Leopoldo tongueflicks. * Demetreia tongueflicks worriedly at the thought of currentlyspazzed!Ian. <> They really don't want people getting in, do they. I don't know. I don't think so. ...oh. That was a, um, rhetorical question, wasn't it? Of course not. There must be a lot to keep secret inside there. Which is why we're supposed to go in. Well, there's a lot of standard stuff on the outside, but there's some pretty serious stuff the farther you go in. Let's see. .. And some of that's in front of the physical security controls. * Demetreia stares blankly at everything, flicking her tongue out absently. ( snake!creepy stare time. ) * Fitzroy rotates the 3D so it's easier to see what/where he's talking about. * Leopoldo slithers closer to it, getting a better lick. He idly flicks his tongue. (Err, look. <.<) (tastes like Electric Lime!) <> (Wrap up plz) ( I got nothing. ) (Nothing here.) ( 'Cept more tongueflicking. ) (Tongueflicking! XD) (You guys just spent an entire session doing nothing but tongueflicking.) Let's go wake Ian up, then. (And I bet you thought it was fulfilling, too.) <> <>