[b]The Cloud
June 25th
8:15 AM[/b]

Traveling through the Cloud was a strange feeling, It was like falling, the ground vanishing under you s your mind was shunted through the network of servers that made up the Cloud's dataspace to your chosen destination. Everything faded away and then restructured itself, pixelated and built, almost like one was drawing. But he didn't mind it too much. It was a feeling that he had grown used to from long usage of the Cloud, and the fact that this might be the basis for a new reality, for a new step in human evolution, was enough for him to assume that this discomfort was only a temporary thing. 

Reality resolving into focus, Kenneth found himself in front of a pulsing nightclub, a flickering neon sign naming this place as the 'Moulin Rouge". Some joker with a taste for french or movies had named it probably, and he didn't particularly care either way. It wasn't exactly seedy, but the neighborhood it inhabited, dark and foreboding, with much of a downtown nighttime LA vibe to it, wasn't the most inviting. This was one of the seedier places in the Cloud, if such a description could be given. 

But he was undaunted and stepped forward and through the doors, almost immediately bombarded with pulse pounding music and flashing lights of different colors, people yelling and dancing to the music. a press of bodies on the floor while others lounged around. He pushed through the crowd, sidling up to the bartender and drawing his attention. "I'm looking for Jimmie," he said in a raised voice to be heard over the bass and the sound of people. 

The bartender looked him over, gaze fixing for a few seconds on the metal and chrome that made up his faceplate, then nodded towards a corner of the club. Kenneth nodded and moved away, weaving through the crowd to the corner booth where Jimmie Falcone could be found. The man was an old friend of Kenneth's, before he'd had his revelation, but it wasn't a secret that he had his ties to organized crime in LA. If there was someone who could help him out in finding Foreman, it would be him. 

"Long time no see Jimmie," he said as he slid into the booth across from the man. "It's been a while."