Hypersmurf
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Gabriella spirals down through the sky, targeting reticule on her glasses tracking the phone as it tumbles through the air. Frankly, this would be a lot more fun for her if Hung-Ke was here with her instead of Mace.
OOC: That's where it begins. Filch check to catch the phone. Assuming you succeed, H-K gave you a gizmo to slap onto it that does some sort of hacking thing. You still have that?
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A week ago...
"I'm not saying they aren't functional," Gabriella insists. "Just that the frames are completely wrong for the shape of my face. See, aren't these much better?"
She slips off the Google Glass eyewear, and replaces it with a pair of her favoured Louis Vuittons. She leans in close to Hung-Ke - in and down, just a little lower than was really necessary even with him seated at his console - and dares him to disagree.
"So if you could just do your thing and move all the electronics from there to here, I'd really appreciate it..."
After a moment that lingers an awkward second too long, she stands back up... and then crowds closer again to perch on the edge of Hung-Ke's chair. ... well, on his thigh, really, since the chair isn't big enough for two.
"Oh, and I've done some refinement of the Tracking Lock algorithm." She calls up a source file from the server and begins highlighting her changes. "There's a predictive element now, so it doesn't just caret where the target is, but where he most likely will be. Makes calculating lead distance automatic, rather than something you need to do in your head... still needs some field testing, but it feels pretty solid to me so far..."
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As the phone tumbles below her, Gabriella tightens her delta track to increase her speed, and switches her targeting to Predictive Mode to ensure she doesn't miss the catch...
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