CanadienneBacon
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"And a law license?" Marks deadpanned.
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Forged Fury
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"Details..." Cyril responded confidently. After a second, he replied, "Although if you're offering... no, better yet. How about some business cards? At least something that might work well enough to scare off law enforcement."
gribble
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T-dawg finishes cleaning up Feral's wound. Although clearly way out of his depth, he follows Mark's directions to distraction, and seems to have done a passable job.
Once satisfied, he finally looks up and responds to Marks "I don't really need much. I guess a phone to stay in touch with people, and maybe some of that fancy armour for when the bullets start flying. Other than that, I think I'm ok."
He scrunches his face in a look of intense concentration, obviously thinking, then his eyes pop open and he adds "Oh, yeah, maybe some gym gear? I don't need much, a bar and bench, a couple of dumbells, jump rope... maybe a good pair of running shoes. Thanks man".
Once satisfied, he finally looks up and responds to Marks "I don't really need much. I guess a phone to stay in touch with people, and maybe some of that fancy armour for when the bullets start flying. Other than that, I think I'm ok."
He scrunches his face in a look of intense concentration, obviously thinking, then his eyes pop open and he adds "Oh, yeah, maybe some gym gear? I don't need much, a bar and bench, a couple of dumbells, jump rope... maybe a good pair of running shoes. Thanks man".
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Rubberneck
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J.R.'s eyes go wide at T-Dawgs request for exercise equipment,
"Hell yah, summina keep us in shape! I like yinzes style big guy."
"Hell yah, summina keep us in shape! I like yinzes style big guy."
CanadienneBacon
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Marks's pen scritched across the pad of paper. He looked up. He drew a breath, held it a second, then blew it out. "OK, baby girl. Now you. Take a seat. I have a feeling we'll be here a while. Tell us what tech you think we need." Marks gestured to Otter to sit down at the kitchen table. He eyed his still-full-but-now-cold cup of coffee wistfully.
KirayaTiDrekan
Adventurer
Feral calls out from a back room, "That's three on the exercise gear, Marks! And some sparring equipment."
He pokes his head out to yell for J.R. and T-Dawg, "What do you think about this meeting room back here? We could turn it into a gym."
He pokes his head out to yell for J.R. and T-Dawg, "What do you think about this meeting room back here? We could turn it into a gym."
"Wow, really? Baby girl? Okay, so first we'll need some educational materials on SEXUAL HARASSMENT in the WORKPLACE," Death Otter said firmly, tapping the table with her index finger. "So that we can BURN them and roast marshmallows over them."
"Now. The important stuff."
She pushed over a sheet of paper she'd been scribbling on frantically all the while. It was covered with indecipherable chicken scratch letters, and little doodles of helicopters shooting townhouses and frogs jumping across some kind of street atop people's heads, and other strange things.
"As you can see, our needs are modest. We'll need three computers. One is for you guys, and it can be as crappy or as awesome as you feel your chimp-brains can handle. Doesn't really matter to me. The other will be our crypto-cruncher, and it must be amazing. Multicore CPU, with some math coprocessors, a few SSDs we can hook up, and then a bunch of static HD storage. TEEBEES of it."
"And then my laptop. Oh, and I need a tablet too, but that's not really a computer so it doesn't count THREE IS STILL THE NUMBER. The laptop will be what I actually use to do hacks, so it needs to be pretty good but more than anything it needs awesome connectivity. Oh, and we need a T1 here. Direct pipeline. Cable and DSL is for PLEEBS."
She paused for a moment and looked thoughtful. "Satellite on a van would be good though. Very good. Not the best bandwidth, but we could...hmm... Yeah. Satellite in a van. We're getting a van, right? One of those too."
"So that's the ORDINARY stuff. We could also use a HERF gun, a SQUID, and I want to book at least thirty minutes on ECHELON. Also, the truth behind UFOs."
Death Otter frowned at her notes for a moment, then nodded.
"...and that should about do it for now."
"Now. The important stuff."
She pushed over a sheet of paper she'd been scribbling on frantically all the while. It was covered with indecipherable chicken scratch letters, and little doodles of helicopters shooting townhouses and frogs jumping across some kind of street atop people's heads, and other strange things.
"As you can see, our needs are modest. We'll need three computers. One is for you guys, and it can be as crappy or as awesome as you feel your chimp-brains can handle. Doesn't really matter to me. The other will be our crypto-cruncher, and it must be amazing. Multicore CPU, with some math coprocessors, a few SSDs we can hook up, and then a bunch of static HD storage. TEEBEES of it."
"And then my laptop. Oh, and I need a tablet too, but that's not really a computer so it doesn't count THREE IS STILL THE NUMBER. The laptop will be what I actually use to do hacks, so it needs to be pretty good but more than anything it needs awesome connectivity. Oh, and we need a T1 here. Direct pipeline. Cable and DSL is for PLEEBS."
She paused for a moment and looked thoughtful. "Satellite on a van would be good though. Very good. Not the best bandwidth, but we could...hmm... Yeah. Satellite in a van. We're getting a van, right? One of those too."
"So that's the ORDINARY stuff. We could also use a HERF gun, a SQUID, and I want to book at least thirty minutes on ECHELON. Also, the truth behind UFOs."
Death Otter frowned at her notes for a moment, then nodded.
"...and that should about do it for now."
KirayaTiDrekan
Adventurer
Feral calls out from the room he is mentally converting into a gym, "UFOs? Why? So you can go home?"
Rubberneck
First Post
Once Otter starts talking, J.R. smiles for a second and removes himself from the table. He likes the team he's running with, even if they're all crazy. The diverse personalities of the group amuses him. Almost reminded him of his old team.
"Ahrn City beer. Lots of it."
He says back to Marks. He heads over to the corner he's partitioned off and plops down on the cot.
"Ahrn City beer. Lots of it."
He says back to Marks. He heads over to the corner he's partitioned off and plops down on the cot.
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