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The Mesh / Re: Pulse: OOC thread
« on: February 11, 2011, 06:28:33 PM »
Doh, just rolled a 97 for networking. Looks like that angle's blown.
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A Time of Eclipse / Re: 01- The Briefing
« on: February 11, 2011, 06:13:40 PM »
"Very well, then. Ace and Friction are with me to check out the labs and Zeeb and Reaver are on the apartment. Since it's in the same general area we should set the rendez-vous at perhaps one of the local diners?" Oriole replies, standing slowly. "I am going to disconnect from the Simulspace construct and resume real-time communications. I am currently located in Noctis and will be enroute to the area shortly. I will re-link with you in real space."
With that, Oriole slowly disintegrates into digital dust and leaves the Simulspace construct. Immediately patching networked communications requests to their muses, he rises from the beat up couch in the hourly hotel room that he's rented. Brushing off his coat, he frowns softly at a series of loud, continuous thuds coming through the wall.
["I suppose that's our queue to leave..."]
[Yes, she is definitely getting her exercise, isn't she? I've been ready for minutes.]
Opening the door, Jaycob steps out into the dim, blue lighting of the hallway. Stepping over a small pile of garbage, he proceeds towards a thin, winding stairwell that takes him down one floor. Pressing the flat of his palm on a soundproofed door, he shoves it open and makes his way into the lobby. Reaching into his pocket, he collects the key for the door to the hotel room and tosses it to the Ruster morphed male behind the caged counter.
"Keep the change..." Jaycob mutters quietly, which is quite easy to hear in the gloom of the run down habitat.
"Yeah whatever, man. Hey Pudge!" The manager calls over his shoulder. "Get up there and make sure one-twelve's ready for the next client."
[Client...]
[Almost makes it sound professional, doesn't it?]
[Jaycob, I'd really prefer it if you found different places to make private meetings in.]
[I'll find one. I know these places upset you. I don't know of many other places that don't ask for names.]
[Perhaps a data-library? They have private booths. So do some tea houses.]
[We will try that next time, my love.]
The silence is broken by a blast of stale, habitat air and the din of the nightlife in one of Noctis' more shady districts when Jaycob exits the motel. Without looking, Jaycob turns to the right and proceeds past a pair of sylph morphed prostitues. Their suggestive catcalls and the exposure of that little bit extra of thigh are entirely ignored. His destination is the rail line less than one block away.
[Jaycob I've prepared that list of contacts for you...]
In the corner of his vision, an opaque list of names starts to scan down the edge of his vision, as another window opens, making contact with the other four Firewall agents. He begins an encryption program on the communication feed while looking for the right contact for the job.
Infosec (61) <img src="http://slangdesign.com/forums/Themes/default/images/dice.gif" alt="" />Rolling 1d100: <div style="background-color: #919191;">(54): Total = 54 </div>
Networking Scientists (40) <img src="http://slangdesign.com/forums/Themes/default/images/dice.gif" alt="" />Rolling 1d100: <div style="background-color: #919191;">(97): Total = 97 </div>
[Alright, let's see who is available...]
--edit--
(((fixed typos and some grammar. Let's hope this doesn't F up my rolls. Got a 54 for Infosec and 97 for Networking)))
With that, Oriole slowly disintegrates into digital dust and leaves the Simulspace construct. Immediately patching networked communications requests to their muses, he rises from the beat up couch in the hourly hotel room that he's rented. Brushing off his coat, he frowns softly at a series of loud, continuous thuds coming through the wall.
["I suppose that's our queue to leave..."]
[Yes, she is definitely getting her exercise, isn't she? I've been ready for minutes.]
Opening the door, Jaycob steps out into the dim, blue lighting of the hallway. Stepping over a small pile of garbage, he proceeds towards a thin, winding stairwell that takes him down one floor. Pressing the flat of his palm on a soundproofed door, he shoves it open and makes his way into the lobby. Reaching into his pocket, he collects the key for the door to the hotel room and tosses it to the Ruster morphed male behind the caged counter.
"Keep the change..." Jaycob mutters quietly, which is quite easy to hear in the gloom of the run down habitat.
"Yeah whatever, man. Hey Pudge!" The manager calls over his shoulder. "Get up there and make sure one-twelve's ready for the next client."
[Client...]
[Almost makes it sound professional, doesn't it?]
[Jaycob, I'd really prefer it if you found different places to make private meetings in.]
[I'll find one. I know these places upset you. I don't know of many other places that don't ask for names.]
[Perhaps a data-library? They have private booths. So do some tea houses.]
[We will try that next time, my love.]
The silence is broken by a blast of stale, habitat air and the din of the nightlife in one of Noctis' more shady districts when Jaycob exits the motel. Without looking, Jaycob turns to the right and proceeds past a pair of sylph morphed prostitues. Their suggestive catcalls and the exposure of that little bit extra of thigh are entirely ignored. His destination is the rail line less than one block away.
[Jaycob I've prepared that list of contacts for you...]
In the corner of his vision, an opaque list of names starts to scan down the edge of his vision, as another window opens, making contact with the other four Firewall agents. He begins an encryption program on the communication feed while looking for the right contact for the job.
Infosec (61) <img src="http://slangdesign.com/forums/Themes/default/images/dice.gif" alt="" />Rolling 1d100: <div style="background-color: #919191;">(54): Total = 54 </div>
Networking Scientists (40) <img src="http://slangdesign.com/forums/Themes/default/images/dice.gif" alt="" />Rolling 1d100: <div style="background-color: #919191;">(97): Total = 97 </div>
[Alright, let's see who is available...]
--edit--
(((fixed typos and some grammar. Let's hope this doesn't F up my rolls. Got a 54 for Infosec and 97 for Networking)))
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General Chaos / Re: The RPPR radio.
« on: February 11, 2011, 08:54:34 AM »
I'm gonna get banned from the forums for this...
D-d-d-d-d-douchebags maaaakin catchy musak songs.
D-d-d-d-d-douchebags maaaakin catchy musak songs.
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The Mesh / Re: Pulse: OOC thread
« on: February 11, 2011, 08:41:03 AM »
Performance (50+10) [Specialty: Dice Rolling]
Rolling 1d100:
Rolling 1d100: (100): Total = 100
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The Mesh / Re: Pulse: OOC thread
« on: February 11, 2011, 08:39:32 AM »
If I were going to be using chopsticks to remake the mona lisa...
Art: Visual (45+15) [Spec Chopstick bits]Rolling 1d100:
Art: Visual (45+15) [Spec Chopstick bits]
Rolling 1d100: (25): Total = 25
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General Chaos / Re: The Official Marble Hornets Thread
« on: February 11, 2011, 08:35:41 AM »
Nice 
I'm happy to see more totheark.
Thanks again guys for introducing me to MH. I'm now just as obsessed.
I'm happy to see more totheark.Thanks again guys for introducing me to MH. I'm now just as obsessed.
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A Time of Eclipse / Re: 01- The Briefing
« on: February 10, 2011, 10:42:13 PM »
"I am more suited for access to the lab facilities." Oriole replies, taking a moment to stare quizzically at the tea cups before them. One hand unfolds itself from the other to make a dismissive gesture, declining the refreshment in Simulspace. He then raises his head to watch Ace with a look of quiet contemplation. The man's grimace does not go unnoticed. "I am already establishing angles on access. I do not suggest that we stray from acting in less than pairs, however."
Both of his eyebrows raise as he lifts his head and pans across the room once more. His eyebrows lower as his vision settles on Lien. As he does so, he prepares a datapacket including his contact information to the other Sentinels and sends it.
"Jakuta's I-rep stands, and per your warning then it would be best if we expected highly the possibility of finding Titan activity. I thank you for the warning, Lien. Let us hope that there is no such threat, or that our involvement will set TITAN activity back many steps."
Both of his eyebrows raise as he lifts his head and pans across the room once more. His eyebrows lower as his vision settles on Lien. As he does so, he prepares a datapacket including his contact information to the other Sentinels and sends it.
"Jakuta's I-rep stands, and per your warning then it would be best if we expected highly the possibility of finding Titan activity. I thank you for the warning, Lien. Let us hope that there is no such threat, or that our involvement will set TITAN activity back many steps."
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The Mesh / Re: Pulse: OOC thread
« on: February 10, 2011, 10:33:36 PM »Profession Lab Technician (50+10) [Spec: Argonaut Labs]
Rolling 1d100: (64): Total = 64
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The Mesh / Re: Pulse: OOC thread
« on: February 10, 2011, 10:30:26 PM »
practicing:
Perception (60+20) [Enhanced Vision]Rolling 1d100:
Perception (60+20) [Enhanced Vision]
Rolling 1d100: (61): Total = 61
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General Chaos / Re: Cody's got a new website!
« on: February 10, 2011, 08:58:49 AM »
Right on. I went back to popgun to see if anyone responded to my "George Lucas is an asshole" rant and saw your Wonder Woman article. Well done. She's a really interesting character and deserves far more respect than "the hot female Justice League leadership" or "er...the girl action figure that you buy your daughter".
Way to go, homes.
Way to go, homes.
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A Time of Eclipse / Re: 01- The Briefing
« on: February 09, 2011, 08:39:13 PM »
The fake, practiced smile again crosses over Oriole's lips as he watches Lien. There is no explanation for it, at least none that is explainable to the others.
[Ripley: Thank you, you are always very kind to help me. I think that with my r-Rep score we may be able to find a way into TTO's labs. Do we know any former Trigo Nanoproducts employees that terminated their employment to seek opportunities with Tharsis Terraforming?]
Only a millisecond has passed. The smile fades.
"Barsoomians are known for their desire for an independent Mars, and many terraforming operations have been met with distaste by Martian nationalists and the ecologists in the n-blogs and editorial feeds." Oriole says flatly, glancing across their collective faces before stopping to view Ace. "I agree with Ace. The Barsoomian connection may provide us with information and any confidants. His TTO employee identity and his ecologist identity are diametrically opposed. This could have placed him in danger. His contacts with the Barsoomians may be able to provide key information." He then turns his general attention towards Lien as he continues speaking. "I may have the ability to access the TTO lab site, but security is likely to be high. Do you have a datafile or any of his credentials so that I may examine them?"
Oriole's eyes lower to the space between the couches and his mouth flattens slightly. It is the image of a hardened face, prepared for an extended period of silence so that Lien may answer the other Sentinels' questions.
[Ripley: Thank you, you are always very kind to help me. I think that with my r-Rep score we may be able to find a way into TTO's labs. Do we know any former Trigo Nanoproducts employees that terminated their employment to seek opportunities with Tharsis Terraforming?]
Only a millisecond has passed. The smile fades.
"Barsoomians are known for their desire for an independent Mars, and many terraforming operations have been met with distaste by Martian nationalists and the ecologists in the n-blogs and editorial feeds." Oriole says flatly, glancing across their collective faces before stopping to view Ace. "I agree with Ace. The Barsoomian connection may provide us with information and any confidants. His TTO employee identity and his ecologist identity are diametrically opposed. This could have placed him in danger. His contacts with the Barsoomians may be able to provide key information." He then turns his general attention towards Lien as he continues speaking. "I may have the ability to access the TTO lab site, but security is likely to be high. Do you have a datafile or any of his credentials so that I may examine them?"
Oriole's eyes lower to the space between the couches and his mouth flattens slightly. It is the image of a hardened face, prepared for an extended period of silence so that Lien may answer the other Sentinels' questions.
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A Time of Eclipse / Re: 01- The Briefing
« on: February 08, 2011, 08:58:09 PM »
Glancing around, Oriole traces his vision over each face that is making itself present. Recognizing their faces, he turns to the attention of Alex's greeting. Again, his lip tugs into a well practiced smile that appears far more fake than it is creepy. It's the corporate smile.
"Hello as well." Oriole replies with his English accent, lifting his right hand in a light, informal wave that reaches upwards towards his brow. He turns his head, nodding to the rest of the room with a slight shake of his waving hand before returning it to rest against his knee.
"Hello as well." Oriole replies with his English accent, lifting his right hand in a light, informal wave that reaches upwards towards his brow. He turns his head, nodding to the rest of the room with a slight shake of his waving hand before returning it to rest against his knee.
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A Time of Eclipse / Re: 01- The Briefing
« on: February 08, 2011, 09:11:28 AM »
Jaycob "Oriole" Dharuna stepped quietly towards one of the sofas. His form, even in the Simulspace environment, was clad in a series of white and muddy-red leathers and nanoweave fibers, and some of them looked expensive enough to suggest that he too partook in the Martian habitat's fashion trend. He looked just "middle class" enough to afford the expensive Martian-red Hijardins friction/zero G boots on his feet and the long, concealing coat he wore on his back. He would blend into the masses of Noctis-Qianjiao perfectly.
Tightening the leather gloves over his fingers as the tail of his long coat swished against the floor of the hut, he lowered himself into onto one of the sofas.
"Namaste, Lien, you may call me Oriole." Jaycob replied, pressing his hands together with a slight bow of his head. It was a traditional greeting from the culture that bore him. The slight smile that curled at the edge of his mouth seemed friendly enough despite its practiced appearance. It caused the slight bit of chin scruff that he'd stylishly decided to leave unshaven to lift with the gesture. "What is Reveira's last known location, and the location of his habitat?"
[Ripley...would you please take notes for us, but do not record faces or identities that could implicate others if we are caught?]
Tightening the leather gloves over his fingers as the tail of his long coat swished against the floor of the hut, he lowered himself into onto one of the sofas.
"Namaste, Lien, you may call me Oriole." Jaycob replied, pressing his hands together with a slight bow of his head. It was a traditional greeting from the culture that bore him. The slight smile that curled at the edge of his mouth seemed friendly enough despite its practiced appearance. It caused the slight bit of chin scruff that he'd stylishly decided to leave unshaven to lift with the gesture. "What is Reveira's last known location, and the location of his habitat?"
[Ripley...would you please take notes for us, but do not record faces or identities that could implicate others if we are caught?]
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General Chaos / Re: Superbowl Halftime Show
« on: February 07, 2011, 11:33:05 PM »Yes.
And I'll be in my bunk.
HAHAHAHA Awesome! Chris Evans pectoral muscles eh? I thought it was pretty bomb how they put skinny WW2 GI Chris Evans in the BEEFCAKE MACHINE.
I'm really excited about that movie.
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General Chaos / Re: Superbowl Halftime Show
« on: February 07, 2011, 08:37:05 PM »We played Call of Cthulhu. :|
I think I would have rather done that.
Did anyone see the Captain America trailer?