OFFERS IN THE DARK

* Marilou-S238 is seated at her terminal after a nice long shower to start off the rest of her day. She seems to be browsing the extranet for girly things like clothes, makeup, and other vainity things.
<RickDominated> Yamamotos virtual presence is around on her system, a small icon of a Samurai helm in the lower corner, occasionally the smooth voice of the AI will begrudgingly offer fashion advice.
* Marilou-S238 clickclickclickclick. "Ohh..I like this what do you think of this one Yamamoto? It'd look nice..accentuate my curves.."
<RickDominated> "Perhaps, Marilou." The Construct sounds...skeptical.
<RickDominated> "I am merely unsure of the...quanity of Material Involved."
<Marilou-S238> "Wait what? Quantity? Yamamoto why wouldn't they have any?" she checks on the stock.
<RickDominated> "Ah...That is not what I meant." The AI almost sounds...embarassed. "I am refering to the...lack of adequate Coverage it would afford."
<Marilou-S238> "T-that.." Marilou blushed, "It's supposed to be for night time..when you're sleeping. Y-you want to be comfortable." the girl nods for some reason.
<RickDominated> It would seem to make it all the easier to catch a chill, with a vertical cut like that along the brea&&&&&&&&***********" The AI's Voice is cut off with a squelch of feedback, the Kabuto Avatar in the corner vanishing along with the extra net window, even the entire GUI...leaving nothing but a blank screen with a blinking green cursor...
<RickDominated> It would seem to make it all the easier to catch a chill, with a vertical cut like that along the brea&&&&&&&&***********" The AI's Voice is cut off with a squelch of feedback, the Kabuto Avatar in the corner vanishing along with the extra net window, even the entire GUI...leaving nothing but a blank screen with a blinking green cursor...
<Marilou-S238> "Hey!" Marilou shakes the screen back and forth, "Yamamoto, what's going on with the computer?!"
<Marilou-S238> "Computer, main screen turn on!"
<RickDominated> Across the screen, letters begin to form...
* _SUPPRESSED_ ([email protected]) has joined #eva:ce|IC
<_SUPPRESSED_> >HELLO
* Marilou-S238 stops shaking the screen when the letters form, and she looks left and right hoping someone would be there seeing what she's seeing right now, but alas she's alone. She tilts her head as she reads it, "Hello....?"
<_SUPPRESSED_> >S238. YOUR SERVICES ARE TO BE...REQUIRED.
* Marilou-S238 Am I supposed to type out a response...? She puts her hands on the keyboard: 'Hello? Who are you?'
<_SUPPRESSED_> >IDENTITY NOT IMPORTANT
<Marilou-S238> 'What services...? That sounds really creepy..'
<_SUPPRESSED_> >A TASK I REQUIRE
<Marilou-S238> 'What sort of task? Why would I do something for someone I don't know?'
<_SUPPRESSED_> >I COULD PROVIDE YOU WITH INFORMATION ON A SUBJECT THAT WOULD INTEREST YOU
<Marilou-S238> 'A subject..? What do you mean..?'
<RickDominated> A picture flashes into existance, dated merely two days before.
<_SUPPRESSED_> >A SUBJECT OF INTEREST
* Marilou-S238 sadly it takes her a few seconds of full on staring before she recognizes the chinese man who looks like he is only in his late 20's, sporting a coat and slicked back black hair with aviators and a toothpick in his mouth. "D-DAD!" she bolts up from her chair and types furiously on the keyboard, 'who are you, what do you want?! where is my father?!'
<_SUPPRESSED_> >YOUR FATHER IS SAFE
<_SUPPRESSED_> >...FOR NOW
<_SUPPRESSED_> >I MERELY REQUIRE YOU TO DO ME A FAVOR, AND THEN I CAN ASSURE THAT YOUR FATHER, AND YOUR FAMILY, WILL NOT BE FOUND BY THE OFFICE OF NAVEL INTELLIGENCE
* Marilou-S238 her response is delayed for a couple minutes as she thinks it over. Finally, typing deliberately one character at a time, 'what do I do?'
<_SUPPRESSED_> >FOR YOUR SORTIE AGAINST THE NEXT ANGEL, YOU WILL FIND A SMALL BLACK BOX IN YOUR LOCKER
<_SUPPRESSED_> >TAKE IT WITH YOU INTO THE ENTRY PLUG, IT WILL FULFILL ITS PURPOSE THERE
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<_SUPPRESSED_> >YOU ARE REQUIRED TO DO NOTHING BUT THIS, AND LEAVE IT IN THE UNIT AFTERWARDS
<Marilou-S238> 'What makes you think I won't just open it for myself and see what it does..?'
<_SUPPRESSED_> >YOU WOULD RISK YOUR FAMILY?
<_SUPPRESSED_> >MERELY TO SATE YOUR OWN "CURIOSITY"?
<Marilou-S238> 'no..'
<_SUPPRESSED_> >THEN YOU SHALL FOLLOW OUR TERMS.
<_SUPPRESSED_> >ONLY WE ARE TO KNOW THIS.
<_SUPPRESSED_> >ONLY WE ARE TO ACT ON THIS.
<Marilou-S238> 'If you don't keep your word.. I will hunt you down.'
<_SUPPRESSED_> >OUR ONLY OPTION IS TO...TRUST EACH OTHER
* Marilou-S238 makes a small mental note to try and find out who might plant a black box in her locker. 'Can I go back to browsing now..?'
<_SUPPRESSED_> >REMEMBER OUR DEAL, S238
* _SUPPRESSED_ has quit (Quit: Leaving)
<Marilou-S238> "... Yamamoto?"
<RickDominated> The screen flickers again returning to normal. "&&&&&&&&&&&&&************sts. Much less what the site would do to poor Tovia." Yamamoto snaps back into
<RickDominated> The screen flickers again returning to normal. "&&&&&&&&&&&&&************sts. Much less what the site would do to poor Tovia." Yamamoto snaps back into the audio link, like nothing had happened.