Turing Point PbP (Closed Game)

[jessica walker]

For John:

[sblock]Somebody puts down a hundred for a breakfast in a place like this, and you start to wonder if they're just distracted, or if they know they won't be around to spend it in a coupla days. Makes me edgy, cuz maybe he's brought his trouble with him.[/sblock]

Uh... hey, man. I can't make change for this.
I put the bill back in front of him, my hand holding it flat to the table so Riko and Daniel can't peek.
Sorry. If you ain't got anything smaller, I can give you what's in the till, and we can maybe work out somethin with credit.

 

[IceHatchling]

I guess this whole business Riko was going on about is more important than some Net junkie trash. Who is this guy? Is he dealing?

So who is this Joliette chick? Sounds like some serious sh-t has been going down.

 

[johndaw16]

The man gives you a dull flat look, as if the money is nothing in the world.

Keep the change.

He turns back to his coffee, blowing on it for a moment before taking a sip. He sets the cup down and turns to Daniel leaning forward over the counter to look down at the young black man.

Have you ever heard of stim broadcasts?

 

[IceHatchling]

I tilt my head slightly and give him an interested look.

Nah. Why?

 

[johndaw16]

It's all the rage in the Corr, Europe and Asia. It's not like your normal simulation broadcast. Stims are truly immersive broadcasts, plug right into your brain. He taps a finger at the base of his skull, recalling images of data jacks you've all seen in vintage sci-fi. Make you feel what you're seeing. Just as if you were doing it.

The man pauses to take a drink. He seems almost feverish with intensity when he talks about Joliette. He makes a small noise, maybe a laugh.

They make billions selling fake lives, fake romances, fake sex to the world. The epitome of escape. The catch is, Joliette was the stim broadcast. She was the only actor you got. Now that she's dead stims are dead too.

 

[jessica walker]

Thanks man.

John:
[sblock] I pull enough cash outa my pocket to cover his food and coffee and drop in the register. I drop Ben in my pocket.[/sblock]
Crazy day. Mad boat money, hot chick at my bar, and good stories. F-cked up crazy rich boy, bunch of boom sittin on my floor, and somethin doesn't feel quite right.
I shake my head.

You mean she was the only one was popular, or she was really the only one there was?

 

[IceHatchling]

I try to control my eyes as they involuntarily bulge out of my head in an astonished stare. Did he say - is that thing really - jacked right into his brain? And is he really talking about some character getting "murdered" like she was a real person? Or is she a real person who everyone knew because she acted all these parts?

And f-ck that, how much money did he just toss off to Grandbanks?

I am definitely going to push a sale on this nutcase.

So I guess you've got - sorry, you had some hell of a life going on in there until she checked out. How do you know she was murdered anyway?

 

[Meekohi]

This guy doesn't mess around, straight to the point. I blush a bit. I'm not ashamed of being on flake or anything, the stuff is great, but it didn't take this guy half a second to tell. I scoot down one more seat to sit next to the stranger. Yeah, I'm looking for some for tonight actually... I realize I probably sounded a little more excited than was probably smart. Hard to get a good price when they know you need it, but if this guy has some in that briefcase of his that makes my day.

I sit back for a moment and think. Joilette killed with a flake dealer, and this stranger is telling me I should check out Joilette's broadcasts? It almost sounds like he's telling me to look for clues or something...

When Grandbanks asks about Joilette I speak up, She's the only actress that has ever been used for Stimcasts. Its pretty new stuff after all.

 

[Meekohi]

And by the way, what did you mean by "Biosofts"? I've heard the name before but never seen much on them.

 

[johndaw16]

The man fumbles around with the briefcase for a moment. The case itself was once a fine piece of craftmanship. A thick leather cover over a body of some sort dull industrial composite material. Gold braces decorate the corners of the case, and the locks are gold plated, and the handle looks to be ivory, gold and leather.

However, its now seen much better days. The leather cover is badly torn and cut in a number of places and there are a couple of dents in it that suggest its bulletproof. The locks seem sound enough though and the hinges are holding.

He fingers the number pads for each of the locks on the case for a moment, carefully concealing his movements. The lock open with a click.

Before he can open the case his Communique* goes off. The man digs around in the pocket of his slacks. He turns to Daniel finally addressing his question.

I know she was murdered because I found her. He finally finds his Communique and pulls it out, glancing at the screen. He immediately stands and begins to walk off, typing something into the pad.

*OOC a Communique pad is a small data pad with extensive communication capabilities, its slightly bigger than a flip-up cell. Think ultra modern cell phone/blueberry.

OOC clarification...[sblock] OOC: I'm not sure if my previous post was clear enough, hard to keep confusing at bay doing this. But just as a little bit of clarification. The man doesn't possess the aforementioned jack in his skull, nor is it apparent that he has ever seen a stim broadcast. He actually seems to mock it a bit. [/sblock]