02B- TTO Office

[DancingWarPanda]

At first Khalil is surprised at Aghassi’s change of tone but he quickly begins running with it now that he smells a chance at getting the information they need.

[Coza, tell Oriole I need info on a college. Something good, but not too good. He will be less likely to question it if the school is a nice one without being too prestigious.  Be sure to help him find it and do it fast!]

Khalil shakes the executives hand and as they touch their bioelectric fields mingle allowing him to plant a hypnotic suggestion.

Control(Subliminal) 65(75)
Rolling 1d100:

(81): Total = 81

Strain
Rolling 1d10+2:

(5)+2: Total = 7

Khalil plans to implant the suggestion “leave data on the emergency on your terminal when you go.” It’s not overly intrusive like telling him to give Khalil the information plus it will be easy for Aghassi to justify it as just saving time when he accesses it next. His grip firm Khalil answers with a smile. “Well sir, the school I represent is…”

[Come on Oriole, I need an answer.]

OOC: +10 from my muse, just to make sure you don’t miss it.

[Dom]

Coza appears in Friction's entoptics: the bear is carrying an armload of books and he has a monocle on his left eye. "Well, if you just need a name how about the Trinity College Cambridge?"

Aghassi's smile fades and instead a perturbed look crosses his face.

Resisting Psi (20 x 2 = 40) [WIL x 2]<img src="http://slangdesign.com/forums/Themes/default/images/dice.gif" alt="" />Rolling 1d100: <div style="background-color: #919191;">(18): Total = 18 </div>

[Dom]

"I'm sorry, I seem to be having a mild headache." Aghassi releases his grip on the handshake. "Must be the stress. Now, are you part of a up and coming faction in your college? I don't seem to find your reputation profile on the academic networks."

Friction feels like the suggestion has been firmly planted and though Aghassi noticed the intrusion he didn't become aware of what it meant.

[Dom]

As the entourage enters the corridor to the right of the lobby, they pass someone entering the lobby in the opposite direction. It is an octomorph, standing on two tentacles as if they were legs, striding comically towards the front desk. He wears a full tentacle blue suit and his skin is a rubbery pale brown. His gait finally brings him to the front desk. "Reb's friend I presume?" The octomorph looks at Ace. "I am Dr. Yamaguchi, I am a biologist and geneticist. I've worked alongside Riveira for several years. I heard you wish to inspect his desk, so I am here to escort you there."

[Robot Master]

Oriole moves in the direction to cross in front of the lobby while eating the Comfurt, waiting on the result of his scans of the news media to get more information on the incoming crisis. Shaking his head from left to right softly, he manages to force some hair to sway away from his field of vision as he eats.

[Imagine our variable luck, Ripley. It would appear that this mission has a very high probability of turning into a very serious event. Let us hope that we are not too late, and that we can help shut this down before this event happens...]

[DancingWarPanda]

Khalil feels the strain of his sleight wash over him and quickly regains his composure as he answers. "Well sir I am from Trinity College Cambridge and you probably haven't heard of me to much because I have been using a series of proxy IDs to form a slow moving but growing memetic movement against your competitor. I have come to believe that while a strong public face is important a more subtle approach at times can give much better results." Khalil clears his throat and continues speaking with renewed confidence. "Now I would greatly appreciate some sort of contact information so we can schedule an appointment in the future and have a more formal meeting. As you can see by my rather blunt attempt at contacting you I am far from sheepish about doing what it takes to get the job done and I think you need people like that. I would be an asset sir."

While all this talking is going on Khalil sets the second part of his plan into motion and begins taking a psychic imprint of his target so he can move into his office later.

Sense 70
Rolling 1d100:

(63): Total = 63

Strain
Rolling 1d10:

(10): Total = 10

[Moondog]

"Ah, great!" Ace doesn't so much as blink at the octomorph's funky stride, as he imagines that's exactly how he'd try walking for a while in such a morph himself. He'd offer a hand to shake, but something about tentacles gives him the willies, so no such offer is made.

"Pleasure to meet you, Doctor. Name's Ace, I'm a friend of Reb. Said he worked here,  hasn't checked and you work with the guy, you gotta know how he is. Like clockwork, y'know? So I got worried, thought I'd come in and check, see if he didn't leave, I dunno, clues or somethin'. I really appreciate you takin' the time to help me out."

He gestures for the good octo-doc to lead the way, and will follow behind him at a personal space respecting distance without looking around too much, like some kind of terrible nosy tourist.

[Dom]

Dr. Yamaguchi nods, "Yes, I'm quite concerned with Riveira. Follow me, I will lead you to his desk." He turns around to face the corridor awkwardly, and then starts his silly walk back towards the corridor.

Oriole receives a ping from a scientist named Wong, a specialist in research regarding the brain and thought processes. Ripley quickly surveys the message and sighs. "Looks like this contact is a no-go, he's recently heard about our Mercurial links and hates us for it. He's probably one of those researchers who uses AGIs as mental research material. Now that he knows what our plans were he might start blocking some contacts in the scientific community from us."

[OOC] You can try Networking: Scientists again at a -10 penalty.

[Robot Master]

[Well, Ripley, I'll guess we'll have to try to focus our search to people who aren't so prejudiced. It's a shame that more intelligent minds on such short notice tend to carry the same prejudices that the unwashed masses do...]

"Ace, Friction..." Oriole emits over the private band. "I'm going to try to find my own way in while keeping an eye on the street level. I may walk around the block and continue to try to get information on the media freeze."

[Networking: Scientists 30 (40 base - 10. *will spend a point of moxie if it will result in a success*)]Rolling 1d100:

(13): Total = 13

[csr556]

An icon of an 18th century Butler appears in your mesh with a message waiting tag.  Upon opening the message:

Gentlemen, My employer, Reaver,  has asked me to advise you that they have found documents that contain TTO Terra-forming procedures and additional documents containing what looks like software code in the subjects apartment..  This may be of assistance to your current investigation.

[csr556]

An update Gentlemen.  The software seems to be coding for a type of firewall.  It may be used as protection for either a drug or nanotech.

[Moondog]

Ace follows behind the Oc-Doc his hands firmly sequestered in his pockets. Rather than talk the poor cephalopod's ears(?) off, he keeps his yap shut.

"Alright. On my way to Reb's workstation now. Y'ever see an octomorph walk along on two legs? Funniest damn thing I've ever seen. "

[Dom]

Friction makes an imprint of Aghassi's behaviour and involuntary social movements.

"That might be useful for impersonating him in a social environment. However, there are also Biometric locks and security protocols."

Coza appears in friction's entoptics, reading glasses on top of his snout and reading from a clipboard.

"But I think you hit it right in the nail when you decided to pass for a political helper. Aghassi has been losing his political base amidst scandals of being a Planetary Consortium informant, of course this all comes from mere speculation and because he used to be a CEO in a security contractor company in pre-Fall Earth. Whatever was left of the company after the Fall was absorbed by hypercorps, and he seems to have gone looking for a more political agenda."

Aghassi gives a diplomatic and obviously practiced smile. "Well Christopher, I would like to continue this conversation later. I'm afraid I have a meeting to attend, but I would like to discuss with you my plans for the coming year regarding a few security protocol changes. Send me a message and we can schedule something."

With that, Aghassi turns away, followed by the stony-faced bodyguard. He then walks towards the corridor.

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Ace follows Dr. Yamaguchi in the corridors, the doctor moves wobbly yet at a fixed pace through the corridor. After a while, he reaches a door, places a tentacle against a Biometric lock and the door slides open. The room is pretty large and completely clean; Lumi-tiles are placed in the walls and ceilings and their constant light at all angles make it appear as if there were no shadows in the room. Though the room itself is big, there is a large piece of machinery in the center which occupies most of the room itself. The machinery is so large, in fact, it obscures the other side of the room. Close to the entrance there is a single desk, its surface topped with Lumi-tiles too. On the desk there is a computer terminal, as well as what looks to be a red box.

Yamaguchi motions towards the desk with a tentacle. "That's Reb's working area. I'm usually around the machinery; my body allows me to fit in the small areas that the machine doesn't occupy. I was assigned here several months ago to aid with the technical aspect of the machine as I can move around it and make repairs to areas otherwise unreachable. Also, I am not at liberty to say what the machine does, and I will also ask that you refrain from touching it."

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Oriole receives a reply from an Argonaut member by the name of Elli Nakamura. "I know about this media freeze, but I would prefer to keep it out of the Mesh for now. How about we meet at a ramen stand in about thirty minutes? I'll send you the address."

[Robot Master]

"Gentlemen." Oriole emits over the private band. "I've got a contact who has information that is not mesh secure wanting to meet at a ramen stand in 30 minutes. I'm going to follow this lead since I cannot access the TTO facilities legitimately. As well, Ace, I have seen many octomorph walk on two legs. Typical human psychology in an octomorph would lead them to walk on two legs, as they may not be familiar with the concept of eight legged swimming. You are likely dealing with a human in an octomorphic shell, rather than an uplift."

[First Comfurt and next ramen, Ripley, I do believe I am going to experience becoming fat.]

Oriole watches the 18th century butler in the corner of his entropics, and listens quietly. "Please send me any data that you have so that I can review. If any of it is in a software form please encrypt it and forward it to my assistant, Ripley, so that she can check it for virii. Thank you, sir. Please extend my complements to Reaver."

Turning in the direction of the ramen stand, Oriole checks the time as he starts to stroll away from TTO.

"I will be there, Elli. Synchronizing location with you now."

[DancingWarPanda]

As Khalil leaves the office the strain racking his mind feels worth as when he contacts the others. "Guys, I can confirm the information we need is on Aghassi's terminal. I can easily disguise myself as him and could probably get Oriole in with me as I don't think anyone has seen his face yet. Of course we would have to wait till the real Aghassi leaves but since I need Orioles help and he's a little busy at the moment it all works out. What do you think? Any plans of your own?"