Greybox

[BetaB17]

Cid

"No.. Just some tools.. No cyberware... I can get.. Creative.. But a printer would really solve everything.. No need to jury-rig some scrap for my needs.." One by one, individually he cracked each of his fingers, minus just one of course, timing a few while he listed off some thoughts. "Like weaving smart fibers through epidermic tissue.. Or producing temporary optical lenses.. Chemically induced melanin suppression.. Nothing special.. Not so different than taking a quick shave"

[Kerr]

"A nanofab? Pfft, printer, like it's 2020 or something." said Mark with a huff, finally figuring out what the mad bitey guy was on about. "We do but, we'll handle all that later. Don't gear up til after the briefing."

[Aarah]

Grayden

After receiving directions, Grayden made his way to the bathroom.
Passing through the living room, his eyes roved about to see what kind of items were lying about, decorative or otherwise.

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Wasn't sure whether the bathroom requires a dm post before looking in the mirror, etc.

[BetaB17]

Cid

He tilted his head towards the left and patted his right ear, similar in gesture as if water was trapped. "Yeah yeah" or to display how much he really could care about all this

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Ah, their not called printers, but Fabricators Why did I get that mixed up

[Kerr]

Grayden passed through a small section of the sitting room, he saw two sets of stairs in the room one leading up and one leading down. The room itself lacked the personal touches you'd find in most homes, of things like pictures on the walls or tacky ornaments collected in one's travels. Instead it was pretty barebones with beige walls and a silver floor, a few sofas and a television screen and a brown wooden table surrounded by black chairs.

Grayden entered the bathroom, it had black tiled floors and white tiled walls. There was a white sink on a black worktop with a wall long mirror over it, there was a white toilet and a white shower/bath combo. There were all manner of hygiene products on the worktop, including razors and looking in the mirror Grayden finally got a sense of what this new shell looked like.

[Velvet LeChance]

Dr. Yirgalum Kidisti

The doctor stood still, content to take in his surroundings. An arm reached across the relieve himself of the most authentic-seeming itch.

He was literally itching to get started.

[Baloth-Kul]

Gryff
Stepping up to the bathroom door, looking over Grayden's shoulder, an ear to ear smile came to their face, seeing the shell they now inhabited. "It's -so- pretty!" Twirling around while eyeing the mirror, they appreciated all the shell presented, though the smile soon faded.

"This really was your shell? And you -really- want it back?" Gryff asked Jing in a sympathetic tone. "If so, we can switch back...I understand. I really don't like the thought of anything bad happening to other me."

Gryff brushed a finger through Jing's hair, their smile returning once more. "This shell does look nice--I'd have to colour the hair, though. This look is growing on me." They began to play with their own hair, admiring the red streaks in it.

[Aarah]

Grayden

Grayden leaned towards the bathroom mirror and examined his face, turning his head from side to side. He gave a nod.
Hey, not bad! Not bad at all! He smiled, pleased with his new shell; so far, anyway.

As Gryff twirled, Grayden eyed their shell.
"Yeah, it is pretty." He stared at Gryff a moment longer before he grabbed some shaving cream and began to lather up his beard.

"Keep it, if you like it. It's yours now. That other shell is a nice one too, but..." he picked up the razor and began to shave, "...your one's nicer."

With a flick of his wrist, he shed a blob of the cream from his razor into the sink. "Tell 'er tough if she wants it back."

When he finished removing his beard, he wiped off his face with a damp cloth.
"What d'yuh think?"
Grayden looked at himself in the mirror, then turned to face Gryff.
"Keep the moustache? Or not?"

[Baloth-Kul]

Gryff
"Clean shave!" Gryff said with a smile.

Again, Gryff looked at Jing, wondering if they truly wanted or needed this shell back.

[The SheoDovah]

Jíng

"I would appericate it a lot if we swap shells." Jíng told Gryff with a smile and hoped that it wouldn't cause much trouble. "I'm a lot more comfortable and of more use in er.... my body then this one." She explained and knew that once she was back, she was unlikely to cause any further issues.

[Aarah]

Grayden

Grayden looked in the mirror once again, as he contemplated his moustache.

"Aye, it's comin' off."
With several sweeps of the razor his facial hair was no more.

"'Ey, good lookin', aren't ah?" He asked rhetorically of Gryff and Jing.
With a smile, he began to open his jumpsuit to see what resided underneath the smart fabric.
His expression became unimpressed upon the discovery of his nanotat.
"A rabbit? What kind of pansy has a white [&@%!]' rabbit on his chest?" Grayden asked no one inparticular.

After checking out the rest of his naked shell, he began to change his attire to something more to his style; a fitted grey t-shirt, and black and white horizontal striped trousers.
He appreciated his looks in the mirror again before deciding he was done.

"Try not to grab me as I walk past, ladies. I know I'm irresistible but we've got a briefin' to attend." The man smirked jokingly as he sauntered out of the room.

[Kerr]

Mark took Jíng and Gryff upstairs and used the pair of egobridges to exchange their shells. About 20 minutes passed in total of people stretching their legs and getting used to their new shells. The group reconvened in the meeting room they had woken up in.
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The surrogates and vanguards met back in the briefing room, the surrogates getting back in the seats they had woken up in. "Okay, Verity is visiting the city today. They're going on a talk show, 'Kevin's Corner' at Pentex Studios. Just talking about their show, their life, gossip, that sort of thing, nothing special." said Kuo. "One of Verity's staff gave us a copy of Verity's schedule and the shell they're going to be in." Two images appeared side by side on the screen, the picture and the schedule.

Schedule:
10:00 – 10:30 Arrival & Travel
10:30 – 13:00 Downtime at Hotel
13:00 – 14:30 Lunch
14:30 – 15:00 Travel
15:00 – 16:00 Prep at Studio
16:00 – 17:00 Live on air
17:00 – 18:00 More business at the studio and then travel.
18:00 – 19:00 Dinner
19:00 Clubbing at Technoir

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The picture was of a white skinned male android who looked like he was in his 20s. The android had bright pink irises, pink winged eyeliner and medium length black hair and a long fringe. He was wearing a pink suit jacket, trousers and black dress shirt and shoes.

"There's a lot of ways we can approach this, an all out assault where we take the Greybox afterwards, hostage taking, sneaking into Pentex or his hotel room and trying to grab a word. Or even going to the club, trying to hook up or something." said Kuo. "What's important is we need to get talking for an extended period of time in a way that we can find out more about where Constance is and what she was doing on Titan. And well, we're a team now so, I'm open to hearing thoughts on how we should do this."

[BetaB17]

Cid•

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Yay

Sitting oddly on the floor, legs crossed. During the break his clothes seemed to ripple with change as they tried to adjust density or length in an attempt for optimal comfort. His once uniform jumpsuit now mutilated in what would probably best describe his melancholy. One thing that remained persistent the polarized color and distinctly circuit-like patterns that hid in plain sight

Scratching his hair, clearly bored out of his mind, when the image flashed on the screen, he rubbed his eyes, half blinded by the brightness of so much pink. After a bit, he took the first opportunity to raise his hand "Anything is fair game then?"

[Velvet LeChance]

Dr. Yirgalum Kidisti

Kidisti's nose scrunched up as he scanned the time-table, mind initially blank of a relevant approach.

Momentarily caught be the surrealness of planning a kidnapping, or, perhaps worse, he took a moment to gather up his usual confidence in his tone. Because confidence mattered, people listened to it. "Downtime at the hotel grants us the largest window," he considered out loud. A hand rose to stroke his beard, only stopping when it realised he no longer had one. "Can't imagine there'll be much by way of gaurd's at the hotel, but if think we can't pull it off we will possess enough time to regroup, try again later in the day."

"Of course," he shook his head, "Whether we will have such a window by the time we arrive is another question. You said he's visiting today:

What time is it currently?"

[Kerr]

"A quarter to ten." said Mark, replying to Kidisti's last question.

"Well, not anything. But anything within reason. We're not blowing up a television studio or gunning down hundreds of people. But breaking and entering, stealing, hacking, killing him and the guards and just taking the greybox. That's all on the table." said Kuo. She nodded. "Hotel might be good. Can pose as staff or guests. Guest aren't allowed lethal weapons, but Verity's guards probably have stunners. And hotel guards have guns. Rubicon is a pretty middling as hotels go, not large or overly fancy, even if Verity is getting the Penthouse."

[Baloth-Kul]

Gryff
A gleam of professional pride entered Gryff's eyes.

"Club's the way to do it, and I can get it done. Though...the timetable won't mean anything if we screw this up. So if the club's our way in, maybe we could use another window to get in some prep work? Check out security or something?"

[Velvet LeChance]

Dr. Yirgalum Kidisti

Kidisti shrugged at Gryff's suggestion. He couldn't see the benefits but then he was no expert when it came to kidnapping. His mouth opened a moment as if he was considering a response, a glint of thoughtfullness reaching through the gaze he directed toward the smaller, Asian-looking women.

"Club would give us the longest time to prepare." He nodded, clear affirmation in his tone. He hadn't thought of that point. "But I'm not sure about our exit - what are you proposing exactly?"

[Kerr]

"Club is the most open, have a silver tongue we won't even have to do anything illegal. I like it. Talk your way into the VIP section, get in with his entourage. Constance was on The Sunday Edition, it's possible Verity already knows you. Play into that." said Kuo. "Even if you screw it up I mean, they have to leave the club eventually. Imagine they'll be going back to the hotel. And if Verity is anything like I've heard, it'll be with people they met at the club."

"But we're not attacking Technoir. Way too many civilians, screw that. If we're kidnapping we can do it at the hotel." Mark added.

[BetaB17]

Cid

In a dry, almost sarcastic tone he moaned "Aww.. No explosives?" He held a look a sheer disappointment, as if someone just told him Santa Claus isn't real "And here I just walking right in there with a ton of bombs n going out like.." He didn't really need to say it, the hand expression he made more than empathized the explosion, sound effects not included "Just gotta pick up the pieces.. Find the greybox.. leave amongst the confusion.. Too easy.."

He scratched the side of his face with a lone finger "Ah.. Unless the greybox is destroyed as a result.. That's very likely.." He slumped down in a sulk "On second thought.. No explosives.." Been there done that

"Eh.. But a club sounds so.. Boorish.. And loud.. And.." Cid yawned, and didn't really seem to care either "....Can't we just intercept him.. During transport?.. Presents the most opportunities.... That or just lock him in his own penthouse. I don't really care.."

[Kerr]

"Well, I think I'm in favor of the club. But we should make a decision." said Kuo.

[Aarah]

Grayden

Grayden sprawled in his chair and held up both his arms, pointing upwards with both of his forefingers as he did so.

"Club. Defo the club. People tell yuh all sorts of [&@%!] when they're plastered. Get a few drinks down em', we can find out what we want t'know."
He grinned. "Give em' a little charm too." He looked at the others, then pointed to himself. "I'm your man if you're looking for that."
Grayden raised an eyebrow cheekily at Kuo.

[Kerr]

19:00:

Kidisti, Grayden, Cid• and Gryff were sitting in the back of a van with Mark and Kuo, just around the corner from the entrance to Technoir, the club that Verity and their entourage were heading to. The van itself wasn't very far from a rear service entrance to the club. Mark give them all purple wristbands which they slipped on. "Those are VIP passes, should get you into most parts of the club. And let you skip the queue outside." said Mark. "Remember, Verity might have met you all before. Well, a you before. Not sure how that went but, it might be worth playing into." Mark tapped an attache case that was sitting next to him. "We got stunner pistols in here but well, you're gonna be searched so, it's probably best going in unarmed."

Kuo was wearing an orange dress with black flat shoes. "Like Mark said, you might know him, so I'll follow your leads in there. But the plan is just to talk, if we blow it we can always hit the penthouse later. Get them to talk here or invite you back home, either works." said Kuo. "And don't let Verity's demeanor fool you, knows far more than they let on."

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Sorry for my lapse in GMing, it's mostly due to my laptop breaking in December. I was meant to post before the New Year but then I got sick and just, ugh. Anyway, we're back now.

Right so Rook and TSD are both gone, we'll just assume their characters wondered off during the time skip. You would have been hanging out at the safehouse, but if you want to say you did things you can mention it now. Also like, mention your clothes you are going to the club in.

[Aarah]

Grayden

Grayden nodded as he was given the purple V.I.P. wristband. "Cool."

"No worries. We'll suss things out once we're in. Get a feel for the vibe that Verity's givin' off, you know, pals or not."
He ran a hand through his hair and chewed on his bottom lip, ready to get going.

On the van journey to the club, Grayden had changed his outfit into some fitting bright green leather trousers, a multi-coloured top, with the left sleeve wrist length and the right side sleeveless. He also wore an orange cuff around his right wrist, which now touched closely with the V.I.P. band. On his feet were black flat ankle boots that had silver buckles that remained unfastened for a casual look.

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Future clothing is tricky, but fun to just make up something from the top of your head. I'm sure I'm still blatantly early 21st Century though.

[Velvet LeChance]

Dr. Yirgalum Kidisti

Kidisti stepped out of the van dressed in a pair of dark suit trousers, white shirt and tan sports jacket. Thin black gloves concealed his hands, the vip band hanging loosely around his wrist. The trousers caught tightly over his formal dress shoes--black. His black tie was travelled into his jacket but would cut off in a square end. The shirt was done up to conceal much of his throat.

It almost looked like he was uncomfortable with the sight of his own body--and he was, but making the best of it. He'd put up with this joke as long as he had to.

[BetaB17]

Cid•

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We're back [&@%!]

When he was offered the wristband, he obtained it with an appropriate amount of excitement ".. Great.. Now I'm part of the cool kids...". Or lack there of.

Cid's shell looked moderately different since their meeting at the warehouse, having taken liberty with the fabricator. Though still obviously the same shell, though far more personalized, missing finger included

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His skin was more pale, severely so, as if chemically induced. Likewise the scar under his shell's eye seemed gone, or rather, altered to look like an intentional and linear tattoo, having weaved smart fibers under the layer of scar tissue with unusual proficiency and healing it over with medical supplies. Not that its all he did, he seemed to replicate the same scar pattern on his other side and process, with really no rhyme or reason. Both makeshift tattoos gave off a vibrant yellow glow. And of a similar glow, he also fabricated artificial lenses for his eyes, using the same easily obtainable smart fibers to adjust eye color.

Other more minor alterations including painting his nails all black and roughly trimming his hair

His attire didn't look so much different than before, still monotone and depressing, though he did seem to have acquired more material to work with, having more density to work with and thick black boots

In the van, he eyed the stunners, and grabbed two for himself without restrain, and immediately removing the cartridges from them, clearly wanting just that. And furthermore continued to disassemble the gun itself before stopping halfway through., dropping the remains back into the case. Whether he made the actual gun itself worthless in the process was not his concern