titsi has started a new game with the following players:
titsi
TONIGHTTotally
Onto
Night
Intimacy
Going
Hot
TinglingTINGLING
pest
Cabin
Entering My Cabin
thanks the waitress and drinks while alone
nuisance
Leaving My Tal , I take the path to My Cabin . . .
<>How She begins each day>
titsi has started a new game with the following players:
titsi
NCPD
You actually got her to crack a smile at the joke — a risky thing given they're on super-duper serious mode, here! What if she giggled?!"It takes me twenty minutes, a vacuum pump, and a prayer to the Old Gods in order to get in and out of this… imagine if I actually had to go…"
The near-silent finger-drill finally bored a filament-thin hole through the bathroom wall and she threaded the antenna through, immediately expanding your telepresence into the building.
"Let me know if and when you see the right kind of terminal — we could attempt an uglier hack using a lower priority access point and ladder, pivot our way up but I'm feeling myself tonight…" As progressive as the city was, statistically she had plenty of peace and quiet in the brief pause in the Women's room. If it came down to it, she could hot-swap batteries for the camo on the fly, but there was no need to run that until things started getting hot.
"…you see any signatures that clue us in on who's Dwelling tonight, what we might have on 'em?"
Best case scenario is if they run this entire heist under their nose, but in case things got kinetic… best to know who they're dealing with.
Batteries recharged, IRIDIA ascended the stall and through the ventilation grate. Security largely being focused on things attempting to break out, rather than break in, with bolstering on the segments more to do with inmates, armories, VIPs and whatnot, simple utilities weren't afforded the same security.
Still, it was a squeeze and a claustrophobic twist through improbable contortions that eventually spat her into a cramped utility crawlspace that also featured snubbed smokes and a secret bottle of booze, the faint smell of junk food as apparently, it was also a space where a member of the maintenance crew here would sneak an unsanctioned break.
Once again, she dropped her cloak for a moment and deposited a small, self-propelled recon drone like a coin-sized hamster ball lined in sound-deadening materials, adding yet another sensory suite to their shared wealth of information.
"Proceeding towards eleven. Elevator column three…"
Sometimes, it was like how she heard Echo describing his process, that a carefully curated dose of distraction separated his first and second mode of thought, allowed the trained and automatic and intuitive to pilot the body and for the brainspace of doubt and worry and emotion to find something else to glom onto…
"You know that Corpo murder-plot had nothing to do with you, Nobu. If not you, then someone else, someone that might have been liable to be disposed of, afterwards. I know it's a grim thing to take heart in, but it's one less body in the Machiavellian pile. We accept small Ws, here…" And a microcosm of distractions within distractions, as she delayed facing the more difficult topic.
"…what'll you do if it turns out this is just a piece of gear? Like me, who you know inside this brainware of mine? Some collection of artificial parameters — agreeableness, emotional trepidation, avoidant and unintimate, plugged in by a root host for some temporary purpose, a virtual environment on volatile memory?" …and while she framed it like an improbable hypothetical, that's where her evidence began to point. A fear that her voice failed to convey — she sounded borderline nihilistic.
The elevator panel opened, tolerances tight as it wasn't designed to permit her and a moving car at the same time, but… the mercy was that it was a twin car column, and she could dare to swap in between like a lethal game of two-lane Frogger if need be.
feet swinging wide
my face a deep red as I gasp
titsi has started a new game with the following players:
titsi
~
(sorry about the delay)
Especially interested in kinky sluts.
chase, your pictures project true reality.
Stopping by My Brothers’ Home.
stops a waitress and orders another drink
Looks in for a slut to follow instructions rt.
*Wanders in to sit quietly at the bar