The Techno-Angels track down an abducted boy

Ravyn: Low Plaza has been described as one of the great urban spaces in America. It was built to resemble a Greek amphitheater and is ideal for outdoor events, including concerts, theatrical performances and fairs. Students flock to the plaza steps to sunbathe, socialize and study, making it, in the words of a leading architect, a true "urban beach." Watching over the plaza is Alma Mater, a bronze sculpture by Daniel Chester French, famous for his statue of Abraham Lincoln at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, D.C..

Today, the Low Plaza is kind of sparse, most people having decided to stay home on a Sunday afternoon. Still, the overcast weather makes for a comfortable enough place to relax, or a good walkway on the way to the bookstore, one of the many libraries, or what-not.

Melinda Stowe: There is something different about the girl. The pale creature would stand of average height, if she where to stand upright that is, instead she tends to slouch giving her a bit of a hunched quality to her. She looks to be in her mid to late 20’s, a fairly plain looking girl, one that doesn't stand out, easily overlooked as just another face in the crowd. Shoulder length mousy brown hair that is flat and limp frames her distinctly triangular face, her hair is so lacking in style it appears she must take a pair of scissors to trim her own hair. Her eyes are a pale brown that on anyone might be considered quite beautiful if not for the blue tinge to the whites of her eyes, giving her a slight surreal quality. Her body just as plan as her face, enough curves to show she is definitely a girl but not enough to really attract attention either. Wearing a loose flannel overshirt with long sleeves, unbuttoned to expose the loose grey Tee-shirt underneath, relaxed fit blue jeans and black sneakers finish her ensemble. A lap top case is slun over her head, carried in front of her one hand protectivly rests on it.

Arlett: *WEll..well else will she get actually good books on phsychology but here... so on to the library.. or bookstore well acutally just book hunting*

Ravyn: ((For a visual: http://www.columbia.edu/about_columbia/tour/images/plaza.jpg))

Smithy: *ah. university. where there were research facilities.. there were chemlabs.. and where there were chem labs...and well.. it's been awhile since she'd made anything truely unstable. the barebreasted freakshow is sprawled on a bench in low place, creepy white eyes staring blankly across the campus. she is becoming something of a local attraction*

Smithy: ((uncanny 1, notoriety 1, fame 2)) (if anyone doesn't know what the freak looks like, I'll drop the novel on you *grins*)

Melinda Stowe: ((Naw I got it *Winks*)) she continues on her way. Having chosen Sunday, as it is the least populated day of the week to come here. Just one of the many places along her list that she goes to. She stays out of the way of people that are around.

Arlett: *Well on books, not realy paying much atention to the benches, rather coming and going out of bookstores+

Ravyn: Sitting on the edge of the fountain, typing away on a laptop, is a young man, maybe late teens; certainly too young to be attending college here. He's a shorter man, just under five and a half feet, and very skinny, no more then 120 pounds. With his blond spikey hair and casual clothes, he looks almost like some kind of anime character, ready to blow away in the wind. A pair of thick glasses rests on his face, and he frowns as his fingers fly across the screen.

Ravyn: ((across the KEYBOARD. :P))

Melinda Stowe: As she walks, she makes a mental list of the things that are still yet to be accomplished today. A frown mars her face as she walks a glance around.

Melinda Stowe: d10: Par+alert: 4,6,2,4,7,2,

Arlett: *well a sigh, a huff and a pout... she will try the uni library... ponders if they'll let her in, starts across the lawn to go there*

Smithy: *an exaggerated yaaaaaaaaawn as he sits up suddenly, back making a twanging noise as it crunches into place with a twist. her hair clanks as she hops to hugely booted feet, breasts giving a fake jiggle. she scratches her head with an orange plastic gun. she hops back up on the bench with a further crunch of her boots and looks around for security guards.. drug dealers.. horny fratboys.. angry Imps.. the usual *

Arlett: ((have we seen many with keyboard before?))

Smithy: d10: per alert: 8,9,9,8,3,

Melinda Stowe: Her eyes scan over the area, nothing the boy Arlett(if she is still outside) Smithy, to which she hunches her shoulders just a tad more. She never restsd her gaze on anyone too long, as she continues to walk.

Arlett: ((outside now))

Ravyn: ((Nope, Arlett)) The kid pauses a moment, frowning, as he sees something on the screen. He looks up and around, eyes taking in the immediate vicinity. His eyes land specifically on Smithy, blinking several times, then to Arlett and Melinda, pausing for a moment on each of them.

Arlett: ((okies, making sure)) *a lil pout, oi! disgusting, lady showing her breast... ponders if she doens't care getting arrested, and just keeps walking to the library*

Melinda Stowe: She absently tugs at the edge of her right sleeve as she continues to make her way. She might get to her estination quicker if she wasn;t avpoiding someone the the ground as well as any passer's by.

Smithy: *some boring chick with laptop.. some girl.. dude with laptop.. she shrugs and runs her tongue over her teeth. a mad face cracking grin breaks her face open as she wraggles her eyebrows at the laptop nerd, a hand plunging into her coat to retreive her own dented up grey machine, giving a tattoed up breast a good scratching with a bloody grimey hand*

Ravyn: He looks back to his computer screen and types a few more things, and soon the beeping sound on an incoming message comes in. He goes to respoind to it. ((Per+Awareness, guys.))

Melinda Stowe: d10: awareness: 2,4,1,10,4,

Smithy: d10: per aware: 7,9,2,2,

Arlett: d10: awareness: 6,2,3,3,

Melinda Stowe: ((*Snickers*))

Ravyn -> Arlett: ((Whoa, check it out. Magic just hit somewhere.))

Arlett: *and stops, halting, actually for once looking around, at the people for anyone she knows... or has seen..... cause if she doens't is time to freak*

Arlett: d10: perc-alert: 5,4,4,5,

Arlett: ç88fle I knew it...))

Ravyn -> Smithy: ((Whoa, check it out. Magic just hit in the vicinity of the fountain. Correspondance & Life based.))

Melinda Stowe: Nope nothing out of the ordinary around here. She keeps making her way, as slow as it is.

Smithy: *her eyes glaze a minute, and she's suddenly got two rther large grimey green pistols in her hands. she lets out a high pitched minigin laughs* W00T! Someone's Logged! *she bolts towards the fountain. Sundays were Boring*

Ravyn: ((Aaand now Per+Alert. Arlett, keep your roll; the good news is, this is difficulty 5. *S*))

Smithy: *the lappy's been hastilly shoved back in the coat with a disrespectful clunk*

Smithy: d10: per alert: 7,6,4,2,7,

Arlett: ((uffs *S* Arlett either gets an ugly roll or a nifty one.. so that is at least good))

Melinda Stowe: d10: per+alert: 7,10,1,5,1,8,

Ravyn: All three of our heros get sight of it; Smithy, who's booking it toward the fountain, guns in hand, has the best vantage point, and sees it a little more clearly. The kid just...kid of...falls into the laptop, disappearing inside the screen with not even enough time to yelp.

Ravyn -> Smithy: Looks to Smithy like there was a flash of something...like a hand, maybe, reaching out to pull him inside? Hard to tell for sure...

Arlett: *blinks, blinks* oh shit! *and starts running to laptop... and breast showing freak*

Smithy: Whoa! Fuckin A! *Smithy seems.. estatic, guns twirling back into her holsters as she exclaims* pocket warpin motherfucker! joo got joor n00b ass Pwned! pulled into the etherweb! *baretta laughter as she searches about for her own lappy*

Melinda Stowe: As she scans the area as she walks, she comes to a dead stop seeing the kid......dissapear. She blinks several times, a glare going to Smithy, a thought flickering past her mind. Quickly unzipping a pocket on the bag she pulls out that trusty PDA, just in case. Another scan about the area with her eyes to see who all saw and if anyone might be around that shouldn't be.

Arlett: *well once she is getting close taking out her gameboy to try to see where the kid got corroed to. mean that MUST have been that!*

Arlett: d10: scan?: 7,1,

Arlett: ((sighs))

Ravyn: The Gameboy doesn't seem to be working properly today. Maybe she needs to upgrade to the Gamebopy Advance, or even the Gameboy SE.

Arlett: ((she gots advance *S* so she needs the SE *nodnod*^)) *frowns, growls and hits it repeatedly to make it work and try again* ((After everyone else has posted that is))

Melinda Stowe: A silent groan...it's dw you n00b. She pulls out her VR headset, shipping it on and over her eye, as she meanders in the direction of Smithy, and Arlett, looking like she is just headding towards something else.

Melinda Stowe -> Ravyn: ((She is doing a scan to see if the boy IS in the DW, or not, one roll, Spirit/corr))

Ravyn: ((Sorry, SP, not SE. Anyway... :P))

Melinda Stowe: d10: : 7,2,2,

Arlett: ((=P I don't know that one so no worries))

Smithy: *still laughing, she jerks the laptop open with an unhealthy clank and drops to a crouch near the kid's laptop, grimey fingers clicking over the keys excitedly, singing happily* worm hole worm hole.. whatcha gunna dooo.. dunno bout joo.. I'm gunna haxxor through... (she's trying to track and/or follow cause she's Insane. -1 dif to arete due to mad science)

Smithy: d10: arete: 10,7,9,

Ravyn: ((Awareness again, all.))

Smithy: d10: aware: 3,8,5,2,9,

Melinda Stowe: d10: awareness: 5,8,5,7,3,

Arlett: d10: aw: 4,5,1,8,

Arlett: ((lazy* hideS*))

Ravyn: 0 Succ: Magic, what? No magic here... 2 succ: Smithy and Melinda both detect a separate magic ping then their own effects, in the vicnity that the three ladies have just gone to. Both ring of Correspondance.

Arlett: *oblivious, she tries again, aiming the gameboy at the laptop with a last whap so it owrks!*

Arlett: d10: scan again: 2,4,

Arlett: ((not my day *bangs head*))

Ravyn -> Melinda Stowe: No, he doesn't seem to have gone into the Digital Web. He seems to have been pulled into another location.

Smithy: *its a shrill squeal of pleasure as her radar goes off with a Ping that rattles her brain. not that it wasn't addled already* (poor arlett)

Ravyn -> Smithy: ((Oh, boy, yes. He was pulled into another location...somewhere Downtown. And somewhere with some powerful-ass wards up.))

Melinda Stowe: A glance to Smithy, as her shoulders hunch a bit more. A soft swear word. Although slightly glad that she wouldn;t have to go jumping.

Ravyn -> Arlett: Seems to have been pulled somewhere Downtown, it looks like.

Ravyn -> Melinda Stowe: Seems to have been pulled somewhere Downtown, it looks like.

Smithy: Oh Motherfucker.. *she frowns, deleting some code* Encrypted my pixelatted asshole! You was pwned!*laughter as she clanks her lappy shut and looks to the boys screen*

Arlett: humgs *eyeing the lap top, that sucked the man, and peering at the screen as she starts to focus on a program to detect where exactly *((ergs... meaning casting for two rounds?.. hopefully))

Arlett: *with a glance to the nutcase next to her*

Arlett: d10: finding : 7,8,

Arlett: 88finally!))

Ravyn: The laptop screen is a standard, Windows XP-based screen, with an IM client up, and a window. As Smithy goes to look to it, the IM blinks away. ((Wits+Alertness to try and see what was on the screen.))

Ravyn: ((screen=IM window. :P))

Smithy: d10: wits alert: 6,3,6,2,3,4,

Arlett: ((can me too? Arlet peered before starting to cast))

Melinda Stowe: She comes to a halt, near them but a distance still away a frown to Smithy, obviously not what she thought, a glance to Arlett, get's more interesting. She crosses her arms.

Ravyn: ((Sure, Arlett.))

Ravyn -> Smithy:

Ravyn -> Arlett:

It went like this:

CerebralAssassin: The 3 ppl in yr vicinity R dangerous. Look 4 the topless woman, the teenage girl, and the hunched over 1 w/the laptop.
KidIcarus243: Dangerous how?
CerebralAssassin: Never mind that. U want 2 get away?
KidIcarus243: Yes.
CerebralAssassin: K. Take my hand.
KidIcarus243: ?

Ravyn: ((Arlett, am also waiting on your second magic roll...))

Arlett: *several blinks as she hurm... tries to locate him still.. or rather keeps running the program* ((Finishing the casting with a will))

Arlett: d10: finding : 5,1,

Arlett: ((dies.. officially))

Smithy: *a wide manic grin to Melinda and Arlett. Gamers. white eyes dart back to the kid's laptop as she tries her hand at typing, talking outloud for the benifit of the other two* KidIcarus243 Pwned by CerebralAssassin. Zoned like a chicken shit n00b.

Arlett: ((*dang it* and I need to leave in the next five minuts for souper... be back when it's over... five mins warning as I am JUST told *glares at family*))

Melinda Stowe: She blinks at Smithy, trying to recall if she has ever heard of either of them before now. "No like the lamer he is."

Ravyn -> Arlett: The place is warded, but Arlett recognizes the approximate location...it's an internet cafe-type place downtown, near the AATR but not associated with it.

Arlett: *blinks* I know where it went! *well if they care, and she starts strolling off, to run for a cab* ((I need to go =( ))

Smithy: *yeah. really. that was for their benifit* Zoning biatch is stuck behind some 1337 system code..someplace in the downtown section of the level.. *she looks to the running girl and grins, then looks back up to melinda* Tu game adept? Or joo an rp freak?

Melinda Stowe: "Never said I wouldn't dear." she says to Arletts back as she goes off to hail a cab. A look to Smithy. "You comming with?" she makes her slower way to the cab, she does NOT run. A look to Smithy. "Maybe we can hack the system, and I am afriad I do not understand what you are talking about."

Smithy: *eyes roll back in her head a moment.. dissapearring completely as she gathers up Ick's laptop and starts typing as she walks* WHy hack. zoning little fuck. you think he's a storyline? *she nods, that sounds right. aw well. an rper as a party member. maybe she had vital info or something. smithy heads to a cab*

Melinda Stowe: A huff. "Retrieval of the lamer wetware, might be benificial." god she cannot believe she is speaking this way aloud.

Ravyn: ((And at this point, ladies, I'm handing off to my VERY capable AST, who will take over...my lack of good-feeling has caught up with me.))

Smithy: Num. *she gets in the cab, sliding in the back with an odd squelch noise and a clank. her feet go up on the back of the seat as she starts pattering the keys, a gear having found its way into her mouth.. she chews idly, trying to find the Ip and location of where the msger was..if its hooked to a network.. ets etc..*

Smithy: ((oh no. go get some rests rav)

Smithy: d10: Wits comp: 6,2,6,6,9,7,9,

Melinda Stowe: She finally makes it to the cab sliding into the front seat, slinking away from the feet, pastering herself against the door.

fangwulf: *The link seems to be connecting to a cyber cafe Downtown. It seems delicately warded.*

Ravyn: ((Bye, guys. May be back to join into the debriefing later. *Hugs to all, including de Arlett, when she shows back up*))

Smithy: ((byeee))*a manic grin on her face as she considers something, then gives the original address to the cabbie, bringing out her dented processor and typing away, chewing on that spring* Lets see what system joo used ..fucking n00b ganker.

Melinda Stowe: Since Arlett would have given the location to the driver she glances to the driver, out the front to make sure they are going in the correct direction and then back to Smithy. "You going to share or are you going to hog all of the input for yourself?"

fangwulf: And the cabbie simply takes the address, ignoring everything else she says. Freaks.* Eh, y'sure y'don't wanna check out the... uhh... science buildin' nearby?

fangwulf: I mean... youse kids look all decked out, for that. Just seems like your kinda haunt. *he offers, trying so hard. Poor cabbie.*

Smithy: d10: arete -dif (madsci): 5,9,4,

Smithy: d10: extended: 9,8,8,

Smithy: d10: still extended: 3,10,7,

Melinda Stowe: Melinda shoots the cabbie a glare. "Sir, we are a paying fare if you would be so kind as to take us to our desired destination. If we wished to see something else, or go somewhere else we would have said something."

fangwulf: *He clears his throat, and of course keeps on driving.*

Smithy: *snooty bitch. she grins to herself.. bobbing her head to music only she must hear, tapping away at her computer, entering lines of code as she absently flips a VR monocle over her eye*

Melinda Stowe: A nod to the cabbie as she looks back over to Smithy. Her back now pressed to the door so that she can watch Smithy, and keep an eye on the driver.

Melinda Stowe: Her own VR headset now rests around her neck, for ease of use, but also so that she doesn;t look too dorky. She is getting more and more pissed at the lack of information that she is recieving from Smithy.

fangwulf: ((Before we completely switch rooms, roll Per+Alert?))

Melinda Stowe: d10: per+alert: 3,10,4,5,4,6,

Smithy: *chew chew, bob bob, type type.. one eye looking at the comp screen.. the other clearly looking up at the vr monocle.. one glazed.. its not pretty, circuited face scruncehd in concentration* suits.. college lamers.. N00bs in the sector.. looks like he's caught zoning.. not fully spawned yet... he's there.. ghosting.

Smithy: d10: per alert: 5,4,4,8,7,

Melinda Stowe: She cannot believe she understood all of that, but she did. A sigh. "Well looks like the wetware get's to be retieved."

fangwulf: *There are a few people within the cafe feeding off of the offer of FREE wireless internet. As the pull up to said cafe, one can see the buildings, namely the Advanced Aerospace Technology and Research building nearby. There are a few people milling around, some on cell phones. Busy new yorkers. Outside the cafe, a businessman sits, hunting and pecking at his keyboard. Through the window one can see kids working at their laptops, and one lone laptop, opened, on a counter, with a still-steaming cup of coffee.*

Smithy: LOL. yeah. here comes the fucking cavalry.*she looks out the window* Boring. *she cracks her back during a long elaborate streeeetch. breasts jiggling unnaturally. they are SO fake. a bit of red seeps through the red clothe beneath.. on second glance.. those are bandages. * I don't get out of bed for anything less then apocolypse. Sundays blow.

fangwulf: ((http://www.wodnyc.net/chat/mandt03.cgi))

Melinda Stowe: She pays the man the cab fare, as she get's out of the cab, she is generpous telling him to keep the change. Bag in front of her as she stands on the sidewalk, shoulders hunching just a bit more as she see's the AATR, and the.....oh my god...people.

fangwulf: *The cafe; it's not too large, it's name-brand. The place is clean, and the powers in charge seem to be tired gum-chewing teenagers.*

fangwulf: *The cabbie parks, and tells them his required fare in that New York accented voice.*

Smithy: *her eyes flick to the dude in the suit outside, laptop going into her coat with a clunk. standby. a yaaaawn as she pulls out the big green guns* there's encryptobitch. *her gun points out Suity Mc Suiterson. yeah. she's subtle*

Melinda Stowe: She rolls her eyes, trying NOT to look at Smithy, good lord can she be more obvious, she was already hunted by the damn people, she didn;t need MORE attention their way. They should have walks here from a different lo0cal instead of just showing up right outside, oh well too late.

fangwulf: *He stares at the screen, unaware of anyone watching him. He types slowly, and makes a face.*

Smithy: *Smithy, ever the subtle one, saunters up with cartoonish swagger, leaning back and taking an obvious peek at what the suit is doin* whatcha doooooooooiiiin?

Melinda Stowe: She bypasses the guy tip tapping, a business suit, it just doesn't seem to fit, but the lone laptop with the coffee beside it now that seems to fit more. She makes her way skillfu.lly avoiding contact with anyone, as she goes.

fangwulf: *He looks up.* Checking my e-mail, but I can't make this damned thing WORK. I... *He pauses, and looks up, rather fearfully.*

Smithy: *granted. she does have two huge guns in her hands. so really.. whats she got to fear? dude was maybe just some lawyer fucking about in the boss's accounts*

Smithy: (rollin per alert for the screen and what he's so spooked at)

Smithy: d10: per alert: 5,2,6,7,8,

fangwulf: *He's scared of her. His screen seems to be the main page of MSN. It declares that his password is invalid.*

Melinda Stowe: Just a bit further, her breathing has quickened, too many people. Almost there to the lap top.

fangwulf: *No one seems to notice Melinda, really, and they avoid her on the sidewalk. Some talking in angry languages on angry phones. It is busy, yes, but not overly crowded today.*

Melinda Stowe: When she reaches the lone laptop she takes a look at the screne. getting the sinking feeling that this is a major trap of death.

Smithy: Say hello to tec support. I r teh 1337 haxxor. *hand out for the lappy. this was the one that was encrypted.. and mods were almost always in suits*

fangwulf: *His eyes widen, and he looks upset.* Hey! that's my business laptop, and if you don't put it down now, err... miss, I'm calling the police!

Melinda Stowe: A glance to Smithy as she groans, yes, that's right Miss Obvious.

fangwulf: ((Melinda... roll per+alertness))

Melinda Stowe -> fangwulf: Do you want me to roll anything for looking at the lone lap top?))

Melinda Stowe: d10: Per+Alert: 9,5,6,9,5,2,

Smithy: Cram it. *a gun shoved towards him idly as she starts typing on his lappy. maybe she'd get sucked in.. that would ROCK.. gun pointed at him half assedly, its hard to tell if she's mugging him or offering assistance. this is newyork afterall. she proceeds to do a quick run down of why its so encrypted and if there's anything profitable or unusual on his files*

Smithy: d10: wits + comp: 4,4,5,5,4,1,2,

Smithy: (that sure is a botch *laughs* )

fangwulf -> Melinda Stowe: *The screen of the blank computer within the cafe seems to have bluescreened. It's black, blinking with a cursor, inexorably calm. Asking for a command. But it begins, words typing up. The keyboard does not move. But the words type up all the same, as if done by trembling fingers. One letter at a time. H... E... L... P...*

fangwulf: ((Smithy, roll Per+Alert))

Smithy: d10: per alert: 6,9,10,2,6,

Melinda Stowe: She wistles to try and get Smithy's attention. As she sits down, she remotly plugs a cable, that comes from her right sleeve into the laptop, and another one into the PDA, this was going to be fun she trys using the already there port to manually hack and track the guy.

Melinda Stowe: ((Intel+computers?, -2 diff due to ability app computers))

fangwulf: ((*nodnod* Roll it.))

Melinda Stowe: d10: Intel +Comp: 7,5,2,5,5,3,3,6,

fangwulf -> Melinda Stowe: *She can tell that the feed is coming not from any sort of building... it is easy enough to trace. It's coming from the computer itself. Or perhaps, more accurately, the cable connection.*

Smithy: *interesting. she idly hands the man back his computer and whips out her lappy, jerking it open and grinning across the street at a starnger, her eyes wild as she programs with intent *

Smithy: (wp and a quint on the barbi)

Melinda Stowe: She blinks at the screnw now come to life. Wondering aloud. "Can you hear me?"

Smithy: d10: arete - dif: 4,2,5,

fangwulf: Yes. *The voice speaks softly.* I can hear you. Something pulled me ... somewhere. I don't know what happened, a glitch in the system, there's ... a thing here. It doesn't make any sense...

Arlett: ((alright, back and at lost))

fangwulf: d10: : 9,9,9,

fangwulf: *Smithy attempts to get through, and it's like she comes up against a brick wall.*

Smithy: Well fuck me. Firewalls up everywhere. *she laughs that beretta laugh and heads over to the suit with the phone, laptop still out, single gun in hand*

Melinda Stowe: Holy Shit. Blinking, "What type of thing with you." think Mel think how to get him out of there, without going in yourself.

fangwulf: ((Pause for a sec, trying to get Arlett caught up...))

Melinda Stowe -> Arlett: ((Okay they went to the address in the cab pulling up outside the cafe which is near the AATR. Smithy went to this businessman in a suit while Mel went to a lone lap top, she pulled two cords from the inside of thewr shirt sleve pluggiong one into the computer and one into the PDA, and she is taking to....herself while Smithy does her thing, not to far away.

Arlett: *Well Arlett will go into the caffe, letting the other two crasy ladies do their .... thing, seeing for the man*

Melinda Stowe: Since she herself is plugged in she doesn;t bring up the VR eye screen. She pulls up almost automatically several pre-encoded programs to find the backdoor into the system and then see if she cannot pull the guy back out to the restroom, if she can. Public doesn't need to see this. A glance to Arlett "Go guard the bathroom, and do not let anyone in, get the people that are in there out, thank you."

Melinda Stowe -> fangwulf: ((2 sets of 3 rolls, Quint to lower diff on both sets, and a WP to the last rolls of each each as well. Corr+Entropy to hack, and Corr+ life to grab the guy. That is if I need to roll the first on for hacking since Mel is in the system so to speak.))

fangwulf: *Then Arlett's path will lead her to Melinda, who is hacking the computer that seems to have an image of the boy on it before, a vid feed. He looks frustrated.*

Smithy: *she's trompin on up to the suit. gun in hand. grinning*

fangwulf: *The suit outside is walking faster. Away from the scene.*

Arlett: *Ignores what ever command Melinda yapped simply saying* where is he?

fangwulf: Who is that? *he asks, in the vid feed. But he speaks softly.* There is something here. It keeps clicking, looks like... spider.

Melinda Stowe: She points to the computer screne then the cable connection leading from the computer to the internet connection. "I am working to get himout."

Smithy: hey n00b! I'm chatting here! *she picks up the pac ..clunking after him with an eye out for imps or other ambushers.* Slow down or I gib your ass!

Smithy: d10: manip intim: 8,7,8,4,

Smithy: (rawr. scary freak!)

Arlett: *frowns, looking around *fine *let her deal with him, she still dosnt does what she said, she takes out her gameboy, now trying to track if she can the device the corroed signal came from.. if ther eis still enough trail of the portal... maybe* ((mean if there is still enough resonance to track the corro portal))

Arlett: d10: tracking?: 7,3,

Smithy: hey n00b! I'm chatting here! *she picks up the pac ..clunking after him with an eye out for imps or other ambushers.* Slow down or I gib your ass!

Smithy: d10: manip intim: 8,7,8,4,

Smithy: (rawr. scary freak!)

Arlett: *frowns, looking around *fine *let her deal with him, she still dosnt does what she said, she takes out her gameboy, now trying to track if she can the device the corroed signal came from.. if ther eis still enough trail of the portal... maybe* ((mean if there is still enough resonance to track the corro portal))

Arlett: d10: tracking?: 7,3,

fangwulf: *On Arlett's Gameboy screen, a map starts drawing itself, as if it is within a game. It looks very simple, almost maze-like. On the top, it is easy to solve, but from within, one can imagine it would be difficult. And on one side of the map, she can see a black dot moving back and forth. the cheery exit sign is near the moving black dot.*

fangwulf: *The suit is moving faster, though he looks over his shoulder, and sees the gun-toting freak. Those careful sunday strollers start to panic, and as people panicking often do, they go into motion, scremaing, running. He does not scream and run, but he tries to blend into the crowd.*

fangwulf: d10: Wits+Stealth: 8,3,7,4,2,7,

Arlett: *blinks frowns, and starts trying to follow the black dot, while paying atentiong to the gameboy and solve the thing to get to it* ((do I need to follow the effect.roll again?))

fangwulf: ((Nope... no more rolls...))

Arlett: ((thanko)) so just trying to follow-waits *S*))

Smithy: fucking bots! *She cries in exasperation, unable to get any sort of clear shot now that he's made a scene. she scratches her head with her gun and yawns, giving a stretch. enh. Sundays were always slow*

Melinda Stowe: ((Fang were either of those prospective things okay?))

fangwulf: ((Sorry... yes. Roll your Corr+Entropy. You're hacked in, but we need a magic link as well. And then if that's successful, Corr+life.))

Melinda Stowe: d10: Arete: 6,4,7,

Melinda Stowe: d10: @nd Arete: 3,2,2,

Melinda Stowe: d10: rd one: 5,1,3,

Melinda Stowe: She does her thing to hack into the system by other means.

Arlett: *following dot as fast as she can*

fangwulf: *And panicking people outside. The man disappears into the crowd, but his face is added to Smithy's list of NPC's, or possibly boss villains.*

Smithy: *the laptops brought out in no hurry as she leans on the wall of a building amidst a panicking screaming crowd. a rub at her eye before she punches in a few lines of code.*

fangwulf: *The dot seems to be moving back and forth, moving towards, well... one end of the maze. On the screen, Melinda and Arlett can also hear a clicking noise in the background. The boy on the vid panicks. But not before Melinda gets a more clear connection with him. She can feel a pull, as if it is trying to drag her in. Not the boy... the system itself.*

Melinda Stowe -> fangwulf: ((Cor Life, Quint, and then wp to the last roll as per the one above))

Arlett: *she looks up tfor the clicking, though keeps hurrying behind the dot*

Smithy: d10: arete - dif: 3,9,1,

Melinda Stowe: She grits her teat. "Oh no you fucking don't. Again as if on invisable command more programs pop up and run, as if done by an unseen eye.

Smithy: *a frown as she deletes some code and rephrases a bit of her command, tongue out slightly as she begins to bleed from her side*

Melinda Stowe: d10: Arete: 10,2,9,

fangwulf: As the dot grows closer to the one end of the maze, the clicking grows louder. And the boy looks more panicked. He watches the screen, as Melinda reaches out to him magically.And looks back. Panic.* It's coming! *he says.*

Smithy: d10: arete - dif. (nd): 8,7,4,

Melinda Stowe: d10: nd Arete: 1,8,10,

Melinda Stowe: The second program goes off as she says. "Just a sec." to the screen.

Melinda Stowe: d10: rd Arete(with WP): 9,3,10,

Arlett: *hums, realysing it might be a bad idea... and lets her natural way of being overlooked cover her, while she still follows though stars scaning life and forces near the dor* ((corro, live forces, to see if the machine is acompanied by men or anything force like destructive, like guns or bombs))((will to it))

Arlett: d10: chekcing: 10,4,

Smithy: *she finishes her programming with a rattatata of keystrokes ending in ENTER, hand fishing in her pocket*

Smithy: d10: last arete - dif: 10,7,7,

fangwulf: *And a code pops up on Smithy's computer, a map, with a success noise playing. Source of the call located.*

fangwulf: *The noise outside has caused everyone inside to panic as well, and run. Leaving the hand reaching out of the screen as an oddity only to Melinda and Arlett's eyes. But the black dot is coming towards the end of the maze. And fast.*

Arlett: shit! BAKc off!! *to Melinda, as she hurries*

fangwulf: *There are no men among it... and the machine seems odd to anything Arlett has ever sensed before. It is like it is a force itself.*

Smithy: *she takes a good look at the screen, alittle suprised not to have a cell phone in her hand. she blinks with an audible clicking noise*

Melinda Stowe: When she finishes the last program running, she moves to quickly unplug herself from the connection, would be bad to get him out then get sucked in herself. She quickly get's away from the computer, hoping that the boy eneded up in the restroom where she wanted him to go.

Arlett: *Frowns, so hurries and manipulates the gameboy.... to.... break the machine.. maybe that'll do it* ((sending a forces blast to.. hum.. it))

fangwulf: *The cell phone itself, no... but she might as well, as everything about it comes up on screen.*

Arlett: d10: forces : 3,3,

fangwulf: ((Dex+Ath, Melinda.))

Melinda Stowe: d10: dex(No Ath): 6,2,7,

fangwulf: ((Per+Alert, Smithy.))

fangwulf: *Where Melinda was, comes from the computer screen, what looks like a long arachnid limb. It stabs the floor with intent.*

Smithy: d10: per alert: 1,4,5,5,2,

fangwulf: *The streets are panicked, and it is easy for Smithy to get turned around amidst the violence and terror of the crowd of stragglers.*

Smithy: *well.. she IS in the middle of a panicking crowd cenetered mostly on some alleged gun toting bare breasted.. oh. thats her. she blinks and tries to make for an alley, tripping on someone and getting elbowed right in the side with a grunt and a smear of blood*

Arlett: *hits the gameboy, sending the elctronic wave again!*

Arlett: d10: forces: 3,6,

Melinda Stowe: Mow THAT would have hurt. She continues to back off.

fangwulf: *The gameboy is programmed, and she gets the right pattern of buttons entered, but the spell does not quite seem to injure the beast. Perhaps existing in two different worlds at this point. But only the leg is visible.* ((It will come out in three turns... so you have three freebies.))

Melinda Stowe: ((*Slaps typing* Now not Mow..*shakes head*))

fangwulf: *The clicking gives way to an odd scree as Arlett's second spell sets off, causing a fizzling spot to open up in its leg.*

Smithy: *she's getting jostled in the crowd.. irritation.. rising.. soon she's just going to start shooting people.*

Arlett: ((ghe!!)) *blinks staring at the leg* FUck..... *and she starts making it a REAL blast.... *(will only sped two turns trying to fry it.. then run *G*))((will and two quinit on first one))

Arlett: d10: fry it : 6,9,

Melinda Stowe: Her mind thinking, she is going to close off the backdoor. ((Corr+Entropy, three rolls, last Quint to lower diff.))

fangwulf: ((Smithy, another Per+Alert, diff upped by one.))

Melinda Stowe: d10: Arete: 8,7,4,

Smithy: d10: per alert: 8,8,7,4,8,

Melinda Stowe: d10: nd Arete: 8,7,7,

Arlett: ((on the secon roll she'll use will again and ust one quint* ))

Arlett: d10: fry it second part: 5,8,

Melinda Stowe: d10: Last Arete: 4,2,9,

Smithy: *a grunt as she pushes through the crowd, ending up back towards the cafe. a grin as she heads towards the cyberden, reading the contents of her laptop like someone might read a sunday paper.. in the middle of a mob*

fangwulf: *She got turned around but Smithy can see a panicked crowd leaving the cafe that she just left behind.*

fangwulf: *Arlett's second blast severs the limb from the main body which is finally coming into view. On one side of the screen, it looks false, like a series of codes. On this side, it looks like a large mechanical, but somewhat ethereal spider-creature. Missing a leg. Arlett's third blast hits the bod, and it screes, rearing back, but continues its pursuit.*

fangwulf: *And the back door seals completely.*

Smithy: *gasp.. those n00bs better not be farming for frags.. she stalks towards the cafe, saving the info on her lappy and getting herself all gunned up.*

Arlett: oh.... *ok... stars backing while aims another elextrical blast at the thing* ((mainly blasting))

Arlett: d10: fry it: 6,5,

Melinda Stowe: ((Is the spidfer thing still comming through?))

fangwulf: ((It's almost all the way through, though it is smoking, and occasionally statics.))

Melinda Stowe -> fangwulf: ((*Winces* by backdoor she was trying to close whatever hole that thing was trying to come through, ie a backdoor into reality))

Smithy: *a rap at the cafe window.*

Melinda Stowe: Eyes wide, as she realizes that her programming didn;t do what it should have done, she continues to back away. Headding for the restroom to make sure that the kid was in there, so that she could now get hoim out of there, hopefully.

fangwulf -> Melinda Stowe: ((Ah! I thought you were talking about the backdoor into the cafe.))

fangwulf: ((*scratches the "it's still coming through" post.)) *There is a pause, and the four back legs seem to be stuck within the computer as it goes blank. The thing is stuck, and looking angry.*

Melinda Stowe -> fangwulf: ((*Snickers, no program back door, *Hugs* sorry next time I will specify))

Melinda Stowe: ((DLP)) A smile triumphant to herself, although now they have half a spider thing to deal with, a sigh. ((Doe it look made of machinery?))

Arlett: *huffs, staring at... it..... *shit! *well she'll still try and dismantell it... she CANNOT leave it to attack people!*

Arlett: d10: keep frying it: 7,10,

fangwulf: *It makes an odd staticking noise along with the clicking. As Melinda moves towards the bathroom door, it slowly opens, and he peers out.*

fangwulf: ((It looks to be a good Six foot mechanical spider, though it looks almost see-through, and with some movements, its existence statics.))

Smithy: Dire Web Crawler. Ssssssexy. *she beeeeams and laughs that minigun laugh, mad eyes swivelling as she enters the cafe (if able) *

fangwulf: *Looking in the window, Smithy can see the cafe is emptied, and from a laptop, a huge mechanical spider has emerged. Arlett, wielding only her gameboy SP, seems to be causing it physical pain. Melinda has backed away from it, towards the bathroom door, that is opening.*

fangwulf: *No one has locked the door, unless I am mistaken?*

Arlett: ((I really need more weapons *S*))

Melinda Stowe: She looks at the boy with a nod. "Welcome back." she turns and pulls up on different program to short the electrical components of the spider. ((Corr and forces))

Melinda Stowe: ((No no doors have bneen locked.))

Melinda Stowe: d10: Arete: 7,6,1,

Arlett: *huffms.... oh! a peer up and she tries not to activate the fire alar water showering sistem... short circuit on big spidey!* ((not idea what to roll))

Smithy: *well. Smithy likes to shoot things. and it seems only reasonable that a dire spider needs to be shot. so upon entering.. she sees if bullets will work against it. you never know.. her eyes bright with a mad sort of pleasure*

Smithy: d10: dex + firearms: 9,3,4,7,8,8,6,

fangwulf: ((Matter, Arlett? Or are you just going to throw something at it?)) *It statics further, with a slight hiss, and it yanks at the computer, as if it holds it down.*

fangwulf: ((Roll damage, Smithy.))

Arlett: ((*S* make the showers for fire alarm get activated.. think would be forces corro?... doze it with water, short circuit!))

Smithy: d10: damage: 5,4,4,1,9,3,5,6,9,

Arlett: d10: water dozing?: 7,6,

Smithy: (and short circuit everyone's foci. including the game boy? *laughs*)

Melinda Stowe: As the shots go off and Arlett does her thing, it is time to get the kid out of here. "Common." she says waving to the boy to come out of the restroom.

Arlett: ((*blinks* ough.. damm.. I didn't THINK on that!, but ours is not half broken....))

fangwulf: *The bullet is right on its mark. But the spider seems to fizzle at that moment, putting it in the wall. The sprinkler head flicks off, and nearly explodes with water. The abandoned computers fizzle, and every spot of the spider that is hit by water, seems to fade completely.*

fangwulf: *He nods, and follows quickly, not even questioning it.*

Melinda Stowe: She moves with the boy to the front door, if Arlett's idea worked then....well they will be following shortly, and she doesn;t want to stick around much longer as the MIB might just show and she will NOT let another potential be taken away by them.

Smithy: WTF! OMFG! *she rants, curling her jacket around her as her earphones start sparking dangerously. guns protectively clutched under her jacket*

Arlett: *eehsk and puts her gameboy qukcling in her pocket to keep it 'safer' not having ThOugHT on that!* water! she takes a couple littel pills and trows them quickling at the thing, without touching them ((ie... just hold the container and tose. pills are water activated and they become acid.... to acid the spider off... do I roll to hit and then arete?))

Melinda Stowe: PAD was quickly thrust in her bag, good thing her laptop bag is water proofed, and so are other things on her persin otherwise showers would be painful.

Smithy: *oh yes.. that is one very angry illegal arms dealer clutching her precious weapons to herself and hoofing it out of the spray. let the spider eat the damn n00b. her guns were getting wet*

fangwulf: ((Yeap, Arlett-p.)) *The spider starts to fizzle, however, as the computer it is coming out of gets fried.*

Arlett: d10: trow: 5,6,5,9,1,

Arlett: d10: acid : 9,9,

Arlett: ç((Was the easiest way to getit!! and I dnd't think your guns were electrical!!))

fangwulf: *The water is clearly finishing off the spider, as it turns to pure static... and the acid pills hit the nothing of air, as it fades from this world.*

Arlett: *blinks... * well at least it worked...*looking around and quickly moving out*

Smithy: *run run run.. she's on her way away from the scene. her poor guns. *

fangwulf: *The boy follows Melinda quickly.*

Smithy: d10: dex ath: 10,9,2,2,9,

Melinda Stowe: "This way." she says as she makes it out of the cafe and heads in the opposite direction of the AATR

Smithy: *she's clanking and sparking and jiggling and bleeding and running awaaaaay*

fangwulf: *The poor cafe... it is sparking, and wet, and hopefully insurance will pay for this. The manager won't be pleased to come back from his vacation in the Bahamas to find his place ruined.*

fangwulf: ((So running away... toooo?))

Arlett: *well she is moving out of there now.... think is set with... is not sure how else to track the responsible now.. so out before the near AATR agents get in and decide to recluit them*

Smithy: (smithy is running away towards the AATR, not Going there, but heading on her way to her hotel)

Melinda Stowe: Well Smithy looks t be running off on her own, She makes sure Arlett is with her and the kid and if running is in order, then yes she will, ver displeased, run.

fangwulf: *No one seems to be followed, really. And the crowd has been assuaged by the time they get outside. Wet, tired, and out of Quint.*

Arlett: ((I still got 2 *S*))

fangwulf: ((*L* Hey, I was being dramatic here...))

fangwulf: ((Where to, then? Smithy's going to the hotel... where are you guys taking the kid?))

Arlett: ((Melinda already shoved Arlett off last time, ARlett doesn't care what she does or happens to her now, kid is safe, she is heading off her own way))

fangwulf: ((Just to wrap up, where is Arlett going? And where is Melinda going with the kid?))

Arlett: ((back to her get book, then to Haven to keep researchign mind *nods*))

Melinda Stowe: ((She didn;t shove Arlett off, Arlett refused to do as Mel asked is what happened. Mel will be contacting Michelle, and then going to a Hotel, warding the place, and then awaiting Michelle, that way a deacon will be aware of the situation as Mel doesn;t know anyone else really))

fangwulf: ((All right! So pending other finishing scenes and moves... we're finished here.))

Arlett: ((is not so Mel... you simply shoved me off icly and oocly *G* shrugs* doesn't matter now))

Smithy: (night all!)

Melinda Stowe: ((Thank you Fang *Hugs* great scene))