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@Rache: I can go get Trophy if you want. You wanna meet on one of your levels? ChLover lists a range of levels where Rache hangs when avoiding her parents. At least the ones a program could scrape from public and semipublic record. @Rache: Whatever's convenient to you. Someplace visible tho. ^.^ ChLover is pushing Rache to potentially open up 'personal' space to the public. To give LaChessa an 'inside scoop' or personal treatment.
I like the sheets because it keeps an edit record, so I can tell if I've updated it already.
ChLover floats into a private thread in Rache’s perception of the Veil, clipping through physical objects before coming to a stop over one shoulder.
@Na-Zo just caught the vod. Hot stuff. She'll be expecting you somehow. The queen bee. That's not me saying don't do it, just... don't let it catch you off guard. If you get a chance, work 'rock salt' into the conversation. Lews will know what I mean.
She's clearly an elevated mollusk. Anyone read/hear Children of Time by Adrian Tchaikovsky?
lol should she be jealous? ChLover tries to remain casual, but this entire encounter is becoming off-putting. Who is this? A corp avatar? Lews' department manager? Personal vendettas and cross-brand bickering were safe reasons to be here, but if IA gets wind that she's here to figure out something of substance, she's toast, and not because IA might blow up Trophy.
ChLover is startled, and annoyed. She's grabbed the parrot program and clutches it to her chest defensively. Come on, not in front of the pleb. You're a real buzzkill, Ms. Whatever-you-are. She looks around, expecting ICE to start coming out from between the edges of her pocket dimension. When it's just the calm collected voice, she loses the panic, but maintains the annoyance. Then, she gets a message.
On the heels of that message comes another.
Annoyance subsides, replaced by confidence. Yes, I was trying to bully Lews into telling me stuff about your company and his place in it. He thinks we're in here fighting. IS there any way I could access some data without it getting traced back to my end user? She doesn't want people knowing she's checking up on an old flame." She laughs. Meat bags, right? Quinoa is still looking around for where the voice is coming from.
The bundle is tight, and self-monitoring, but security is a conceit. ChLover is practically drooling at the opportunity. She stops to generate an ICE breaker for Quinoa, a candy-striped wand with a large round star at one end. Then, she deploys a brightly colored parrot to ride the robo thugs' signal. "This could get messy. Just remember, they won't know anything's up if their ICE doesn't raise the alarm... Well, there's a chance just trying this might set it off, then we cheese it, and all hell breaks loose." She looks even more exited at the prospect.
ChLover rolls her eyes. "An ICE-breaker, and in here. Antivirus software? A firewall? -and you'll die, so learn fast. The old bag may lose her job, Trophy might get broken, but unless they've got something apocalyptic, I'll be cool. Here's the plan tho: We hijack the two robo-thugs, take Lews as a hostage, unlock some doors... Ideally, I'll come up with an escape plan between now and then, but I gotta get Lews scared I'm gonna kill him so he'll talk. I mean, I can't kill him yet. That would be a sucky episode, and kinda rude."
ChLover waves her hand as if clearing the smoke of Quinoa's compliments. "Spend all the flops I have coding mesh and veil scripts and you can simulate anything... and that's no firestick they plugged into you. <.<" She taps the sculpted statue, and it opens, splitting down the middle. "Matryoshka.get_asynchronous(peepingTom);" The phrase operates the controller module, which begins piping in the malicious spyware in benign bits through the datastream and assembling them. "This Mesh has to reside on the IA Veil server, in a virtual drive, probably in their demilitarized zone- like a quarantine, but it is totally on their turf, which is where they made their mistake. I was able to keep it secure from them, and so long as they think we're fighting, I can take a crack at hijacking Lew's lapdogs... or the doors... I dunno, something fun. I gotta see what's out there first." Out of the strange statue, like a closet lined in spikes, steps a small puppet in a pork pie hat. "Trophy told you you might die out there, and that's totally still true, just it's not me who might kill you. The other two dead ringers are watching our bodies, but once we start pushing out there they're bound to start sending ice in here. We've got to keep them from leaving with any useful packets until I can do some real damage. See if you can make yourself a weapon. I'm a little limited, proxy'd through Trophy and then the old bag's satellite, but I've got a whole bag of goodies streaming in, like this probe." The little puppet navigates the maze to one of the mirrored walls and makes to headbutt his reflection. His head passes through the mirror, and he pauses, hands pressed against the surface, like a kid peeking through a hole in a fence.
When Quinoa is granted access to the digital lobby, ChLover already has things set up. The interior is a maze of etched glass and mirrors lit in a rainbow of colors. Through hundreds of panes of glass, a clear field of stars can be seen sliding across a black field. A pristine moon soars through the expanse of stars, marking time like a secondhand as it sweeps overhead. Once in awhile, stars will line up with an etching in a mirror or clear wall, the etching will flash, and the pane will slide across the floor. ChLover, LaChessa's digital avatar, floats beside a tall statue. She's a lot bigger than she is when she appears through the veil, but still childlike and floating on gossamer wings. Because of the mirrors, she and the statue appear in several places, facing different directions, as does Quinoa's avatar. "Welcome 2 my super secret server! Trophy's node, and, like, the old bag's life support controls are in here somewhere." ChLover feigns looking around, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Good luck finding them! I hope you're really a blackhat, and not some total n3wb like you said in your confessional. I also hope Lews slipped you some fun toys for me to break."
Na-Zo's messager pings again, and ChLover appears, unaware of the current scrap you're in. > Hey, listen... Trophy's headed 2 1515 to rub elbows, lmk if u need something. I'm avail while she's n transit. ^.^
Once the message is sent, Trophy relaxes while the uber navigates through the twisted transport tunnels of 117X to reach an approved lift. She needed to make a show of hiring some muscle, and 666 was the floor to do such things. @Na-Zo NE thing else I can help w/? I saw a frien of yours on a repo feed. I no some1 who can lessen sentences on Giri ^.^ When allowed by the recipient and the property owner, ChLover manifests through the Veil as a little blue faerie. She can't see the environment, but procedurally avoids obstacles. Permissive microtransactions (usually contextual) can include other persons present in the conversation.
Owing Giri to an enforcer is no joke, and owing that Giri due to a mitigated transgression is doubly so. Therefore, while LaChessa isn't a fan of the genre, she does keep a media filter running that alerts her to any time the two of them may have parallel interests. If Rache's target has a favorable connection, or a notable vulnerability to LaChessa's MO, she's sure to come calling like a knight in gilded armor. As the lower pantheon confers, ChLover sifts through aggregate data, threading variables together, setting up dominoes, plotting, and scheming. A landscape of feeds and raw data slides through the air in Lachessa's peripheral, traced with golden thread. Chlover sends a few branching auto-routes to Trophy to get her positioned for a dramatic entry, then she pings Na-Zo: >U busy? :V
My thoughts and prayers to various Gods, real and imaginary, for you and your career.
Without having played this game, its “fun” is making a collaborative story about the intersection of humanity and technology. Based on the playbooks so far, our game is going to be a lot about reality tv and fame in the digital age. I see it exploring identity, faith, and purpose in a blank-slate, automated world of consumerist circle-jerking.
The mnemologist is tempting... Alas I am committed.
ChLover is LaChessa's incognito browser tab, her personal Digiscape avatar, and the ID of the Ego/Superego/ID trio. LaChessa gets techno-tipsy and commits acts of anti-corp mischief. |
