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Post by dakota on Jun 12, 2008 23:25:28 GMT -5
" That is some nasty looking crap." Jamison stated ahe watched Revenant down his drink before he finished glancing at the menu, finally turning to the waitress, " I'll have the clubhouse on whole wheat with a garden salad instead of fries, and a glass of milk."
He nodded to Troubleshooter, " That easy to tell, is it? Yeah," he shrugged," I tried the solo thing a little bit once I learned just what I can do, but this is my first crack at teamwork. "
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Post by doc on Jun 12, 2008 23:27:18 GMT -5
Revenant looks to Jamison "The price of no longer being baseline human. I've kitbashed a set of wetware into a functional secondary nervous system of body modifications that have bootstrapped me into an entirely different level of organism. My entire metabolism is no longer basal in that regard. On the plus side, drinking is still fun when I get around to it."
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Post by dakota on Jun 13, 2008 0:01:25 GMT -5
Jamison scratched his head and laughed lightly," Okay, i know I'm only an archeology major, but I'm still an honor student, and other than part about drinking, I have no idea what the rest of that means other than there's more to you than meet the eys, just like the rest of us. Except maybe Sockpuppet Man. " He couldn't hold back a lugh, " I gotta ask. no offense, but when you sweat, do you smell like feet?" He had a method to his madness. One of his favorite professors had once taught him that one of the fastest way to social bonding was through laughter.
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Post by kurff on Jun 13, 2008 6:08:21 GMT -5
Likewise, Troubleshooter, PA and SPM order their food as well. Miranda gets a buzz on her cell. If she didn't have a cell, then she seems to have gotten a present. "So, what's your dimension like?" SPM asks Quinn. "Hey, Revn. What about that armour you got... what's the yield it can take?" Powerarmour asks Revenant. "You're new to this, aren't you?" Troubleshooter asks Jamieson. He orders food and thought a moment. "Do you Know who Col. Chaos is? Called himself Paragon at first?" he was looking at a glass. "He took over the Century station and renamed it Paragon City by destroying the government section of tone and killing all the city council with help of the Slaughterhouse Seven. Made it a haven for the worst Meta-humans North America had." he paused to let it sink in. "Then took over Grammercy as his personal fortress. A last check ruling the City with help of a cadre of Powerful villains. He even took Washington and Virginia. When I was 8 he 'purged' my neighborhood because a hospital was treating a person suspected of being a resistance member." he was suddenly looking saddened. "Basically it's hell in a hand basket." he responded with an unintentional edginess, "Sorry SPM, just a lot of bad memories and dead friends there." |
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jun 13, 2008 7:08:07 GMT -5
(Miranda only) The text message reads: "You need to pee."
(everyone only)
"Well, I don't really care for numbers... sure, specs in games are fun, but in real life, it's one bullet, or one stabwound, or one bout of heart disease that can kill most folks."
After hearing Quinnn's story, "Oh, golly. I'm very sorry to hear." The other hand of SPM reaches up to dab a kleenex respectfully on the sock-puppet's eye. "Of course there would be many sad memories in a place like that."
Powerarmour shot a glance at SPM, then paused. "Sorry, I thought I heard something else."
"Also," Says SPM to Jamieson. "When I get wet, I smell like a pleasant waft of pot-pourris."
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Post by Mierin on Jun 13, 2008 7:48:03 GMT -5
Miranda erases the text message from her phone and turns back to the conversation, smiling and chuckling when appropriate and sips on her drink, but remains quiet otherwise.
After waiting a few minutes, she smiles politely at the group and says "Excuse me for a minute please. I just need to use the ladies room." She then gets up and heads in that direction.
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Post by dakota on Jun 13, 2008 8:11:12 GMT -5
Jamison slid out of the booth long enough to let Miranda out, then retook his spot. " I'll take your word for it, socks. So," he looked at the other, " i'm the admitted rookie of the group. Have any of you been doing this long?"
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jun 13, 2008 9:12:47 GMT -5
(Miranda)
The washroom seemed to be empty as she walked in, except that a door swung open. "Having a lunch out with the rest of them, eh?" Charger says. "And why do I have to have it said that I said it when we know I said it... stupid GM. Life was so much easier when I was just a PC."
(Others)
"Well, I've been in and out of groups. They're like high-school bands." Says PowerArmour. "They come and go."
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Post by Mierin on Jun 13, 2008 9:30:22 GMT -5
Miranda looks at Charger in a confused way. "GM? PC? What are you talking about?" She then shakes her head "What did you call me in here for? I have to pretend I fit in." She grins and leans up against a sink, sitting on it lightly.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jun 13, 2008 9:37:59 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm sure you'll fit in just fine." Charger counters. "But, what have you noticed? And what's the deal with the guy with the sock? It's just... creepy and weird. I found out someone had been snooping around his old place the other day. So it's closer than I thought."
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Post by Mierin on Jun 13, 2008 9:58:45 GMT -5
Miranda nods with a thoughtful look. "So it would appear. The guy isn't shy about talking about himself, and his new metabolism and such."
She then says "You didn't ask my earlier question. What were you talking about when you talked about Gm's and being a PC?"
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jun 13, 2008 10:43:24 GMT -5
(Miranda)
"We're in a role playing game. I thought you knew." Charger says. "But, no matter. Your player probably doesn't want you to know. I can understand that. You have no idea what it's like to do things when you're not really there... Feels like being on a picnic with a load of German nihilist existentialists before their morning cappucinos." Charger pauses. "Sorry, the GM thought that would be funny."
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Post by Mierin on Jun 13, 2008 12:19:43 GMT -5
Miranda shakes her head at Charger and replies, "Charger, I've flown from one side of this planet to the other, and I've seen a lot of strange stuff, but I've never seen *anything* to make me believe that there's one all-powerful force controlling everything. There's no mystical GM controlling *my* destiny."
Standing up, she asks with a smirk, "Is there anything else I need to know or look out for? I should go before they think I got lost."
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jun 13, 2008 13:10:28 GMT -5
"Why would the GM control you?" Charger asks. "You're a player character. You've probably just got some woman bored at work controlling you."
"As to the job, I can't say I have too many answers. Whoever was lurking around was really subtle about it, and anything he did was covered up by the phone company. Probably inadvertently."
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Post by doc on Jun 13, 2008 13:47:51 GMT -5
"Funny you should mention eyes, because that's what it's all about really." Revenant smiles as he finishes the last of his celery "There's a city in China called Shenzhen. Thirty years ago, the city of Shenzhen didn't exist. It became one of China's "special economic zones" where they would allow capitalism on a trial basis, and now the place is a booming town that's worthy of any major city in the Western world with over 12 million people and 100,000 major factories. Your Ipod? That Cellphone? Your DVD player at home? Chances are if it's got "Made in China" on it, it's from Shenzhen. Now, the fact that they have more fast food outlets per capita than Manhattan isn't the real point." He waves, realizing he's been off on a tangent.
"The point is, over the last two years they've bought over 200,000 security cameras, and over a million other items of surveillance technology. And we aren't talking about wimpy low-res cameras used in the 7-11. We're talking about hi-resolution cameras and hi-fidelity parabolic microphones that are clevely hidden inside street lamps, parking meters, waste bins, bus stop signs and even common household electronics. All of them networked through a dedicated secure broadband that will relay the data to a centralized security system equiped with the bleeding edge in facial and voice regonition and identification software. In three years time, Shenzhen will have an nearly invisible security web of over 2 million cameras that will identify and process biometics of anyone in the city at a glance, and identify any potential 'security risk' to alert the authorities. And don't think that the States isn't looking at this project with interest. I'm sure the District is probably going to be the first place a system like that would be implemented in America. We're talking Big Brother in a way that been the fantasy of every Hollywood hack writer for the last 20 years."
He chuckles as he points. "Now, the only way, and I mean, the only way this doesn't happen is if we can empower individuals first. If we can give them the option of being able to track the criminal element and help the police do their jobs without completely destroying any last vestigal notions of personal individual privacy. That's what some friends and colleagues and I realized. So, young, over-educated, well-to-do and idealistic we were, have spent several years and too much of our own money to develop what would be needed for individuals, and not the state, to enforce better security. I'm the final product, after a lot of hard work...and too much sacrifice" Revenant's smile fades and a sombre mood sets in. "I'm the last of my friends. If this doesn't work, then it will all have been for nothing. So it has to work."
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