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| 04 May 2015 02:20 PM |
PART 1/???: WELCOME TO TOKYO
*The DromedaryCo building, ground floor* *Tokyo, Japan* *1967J* *1:15 AM*
You've found yourself trapped in a building built on tobacco products.
There's currently a small army on the fourth floor.
You could always break and escape through one of the windows by the door.
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| 04 May 2015 02:21 PM |
| I'll throw a chair to break one of the windows. |
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| 04 May 2015 02:26 PM |
One of the larger glass windows shatter with the force of the chair being thrown.
An alarm promptly goes off. Now the running starts.
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| 04 May 2015 02:27 PM |
| I sprint out the window and try to make it to one of the slums, where I can evade capture more easily. |
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| 04 May 2015 02:47 PM |
You run from the building as far as you can and arrive outside of a posh coffee shop.
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| 04 May 2015 02:51 PM |
| "..wub, wub.." as I seamlessly drag my feet across the carpet, moonwalking across the entire fourth floor in a full suit of niylon tricot and spandex underwear. |
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| 04 May 2015 02:51 PM |
| Oh well, it'll do in a pinch. I duck inside, checking to see if I have anybody on my tail first. |
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| 04 May 2015 02:55 PM |
Nobody but the pavement, the sidewalk, and a creepy old man fiddling with the wrapper to a candy bar.
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| 04 May 2015 02:59 PM |
| I'll just wait it out in the coffee shop, then. Maybe order something. Is it open? |
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| 04 May 2015 03:01 PM |
| "WUB, WUB, WUB," comes another spate of whirs from the mouth slit in my aeronautical visor, resounding much louder this time. My hands shimmy like a kappa as I wriggle through the fourth floor's army, spewing tangible music notes from the fingertips and tapping my feet to the rhythm of Moonage Daydream by David Bowie. |
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| 04 May 2015 03:06 PM |
It is open, but there's only a man in an American soldier uniform, as patrons go.
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| 04 May 2015 03:09 PM |
| I'll order some Coffee, black. Maybe sip on it while monitoring the surveillance systems back at the Dromedary building. Just sorta see if they've scrambled some people after me, you know. If there's nothing of interest or alarm going on there, I'll just open a chat program and talk with some of the local hackers. |
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| 04 May 2015 03:18 PM |
Checking the cameras, you find that the guards have brought a 24 hour glazier to fix up the window.
-CC CHAT- -PROVIDING QUALITY RAMBLING SINCE 1955J-
-Contact folders- >Contractors >Friends >Landlord |
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| 04 May 2015 03:26 PM |
Your coffee arrives, black as Alabama.
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| 04 May 2015 03:34 PM |
>Friends >CaRg0CuLtIsT >TTTank >Avery_Island
>To CaRg0CuLtIsT What's shakin?
And then I take a swig of my coffee while I wait on a reply.
(Sorry this took me so long, took me forever to come up with a name)
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” -Nietzsche |
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| 04 May 2015 04:19 PM |
(I could've done that for you.)
Good coffee.
*new message* >From CaRg0CuLtIsT 'nothin much, just done cleaning 500k yen, u?' |
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| 04 May 2015 04:28 PM |
>to CaRg0CuLtIsT What're you gonna do with that kind of bread? All you do is sit around and drink at fancy gin mills, cowboy.
(I used some old beatnik slang in this, thought it might be cool for hacker lingo. I can stop or explain it if you want)
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” -Nietzsche |
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| 04 May 2015 04:39 PM |
*beep* >from CaRg0CuLtIsT 'juice, iron, and computers, you know me, man.'
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| 04 May 2015 04:47 PM |
>To Cargocultist I dig it. Say hi for me to the cats down at the Quarter. My girl's blowing up my minicomp. Better see what's wrong.
>To Avery_Island Hey gorgeous, whatcha wearing ;)
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” -Nietzsche |
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| 04 May 2015 04:50 PM |
*beep* >From Avery_Island 'thers peoplehere help!' |
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| 04 May 2015 04:56 PM |
I peck away at the keyboard with a fevered intensity.
>To Avery_Island
I'll be right there. Don't panic.
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” -Nietzsche |
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| 04 May 2015 04:57 PM |
*beep*
>From Avery_Island 'hurry!' |
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| 04 May 2015 04:59 PM |
I sprint out of the coffee shop and take the quickest route home.
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” -Nietzsche |
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| 04 May 2015 05:03 PM |
Outside of your apartment building, two large milk trucks sit outside.
"LEGITIMATE FARMS" "A REAL FARM SINCE 1916J" |
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| 04 May 2015 05:08 PM |
This is suspicious. Proceed to my door, but cautiously.
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” -Nietzsche |
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