[b]Channel: MurineCorps[/b] [b]JuntaSThompson: [/b]Fuck [i]me[/i]. [b]JuntaSThompson: [/b]Okay, here’s the situation: Card worked. Started small to test it, but kept making big withdrawls all the way up to Gaia. Bank should have flagged it and probably did, which means the cards burned and so am I. Going to go find a police station to turn myself in, I’m getting tailed and they’re waiting for me to bring the money back to you. Fucking lol. [b]JuntaSThompson: [/b]I found the card dropped on the street, withdrew the money to do a story on bank vulnerability with the full intent on returning it to the owner, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. [b]JuntaSThompson: [/b]Took a photo of all the cash and messaged Claire already, so no disappearing acts. [b]JuntaSThompson: [/b]If I message anywhere but here first, it’s not me, I’m a sockpuppet [b]JuntaSThompson: [/b]Good luck [b]JuntaSThompson:[/b] Can’t do worse to me ‘cause I’m homeless lmao Claire Beaufort is the Anthropozine’s staff lawyer. Kind of. Her work for the site isn’t paid, just a tax writeoff. Fortunately her real employer, the one that pays her bills, is the shipbreaker’s union. There’s rarely a conflict of interest, and Sobha herself is one of the site’s biggest donors. She’s happy to let Claire bill the union for hours worked with the Anthropozine, if the work justifies it - Sobha’s happy to get paid back in favours from an indie-punk journalism outlet. Claire can be reached @HartlyDworkin. She’s in the main chat, but not Murine Corps. [b]Persephone:[/b] Apartment 14’s on the fourth floor over paving stones - 50% odds a fall from this height would kill you outright. Don’t take your cybernetics for granted here. They were designed to handle a microgravity environment. They might give you more protection than legs, but they also add a lot more mass. The window ledges are slanted brick, and probably just facade rather than structural given what you’ve seen of the apartment. You’re not going to find out until you put your weight on it, though, and it’s a tough ask. Likewise, fire escape is the internal staircase. The building planners probably worried about people breaking in the exact way you’re planning on getting out. There is a balcony on the second storey below. It’s an added-later renovation, but it’d definitely hold your weight. Not too far to jump, and it’d break your fall into two two-storey jumps. Hard, but definitely survivable. All that you can get at a glance, and a glance is all you’re going to get. There’s still a cop trying to arrest you. Make your move. [This’ll be two difficulty 13 Parkour rolls. If you fail either roll, mark a minor injury. If you fail by 3 or more, mark Harm. If you fail the first roll, make the second at Disadvantage - or make a plan to get out through the building from there.] [b]Black and 3V:[/b] Lupawn grins. Chemistry and its lack, sure, but also game recognizing game. “You have fun.” He says, meaning it. “I’m going back out to find someone else trying to throw themselves in the deep end. Make sure somebody doesn’t go home tonight kicking themselves, you know?” He starts to dip. Amie though? Amie’s right where she wants to be. Still, look around. Sure, the dance floors are packed, but still folks wander around the edges, on the outside of those mist curtains looking in. This place is intense. More than that, the presence of all these dates, all these hookups, all the wild hormones? Some of those folk who can’t break through look incredibly lonely. What must it mean, to be in a place that’s meant just for you and people like you, and you’re still too scared to act on it? If this is where you go to find your group, it must mean a lot are coming in without anyone. And yeah. Kink is out in the open here. Part of what makes this place so intense. Some folk are more than just naked. Pay enough attention and you might find the some folk on the dance floor are doing more than a bump-and-grind. Bunny ears poking out from under the edge of a fox-girl’s table, down there too long to just be looking for cutlery. Over there’s a tigress whose tail lifts up the bottom of her microskirt, high enough to see the gleam of a pink-jeweled plug underneath. It’s not everyone, obviously. But it’s more than no one. Nobody’s getting thrown out over it. There’s discourse, sure. The furry identity is seen as inherently sexualized, and there’s two camps of response to it - Find that empowering, or disavow and distance from it. Sirius Drinks makes it clear which camp it favours from every atom of its being. Might be worth asking someone about. Or maybe that’s enough for you to draw your own conclusions here, if you're done talking for the night. [b]White:[/b] Fiona has shambled into the kitchen. She’s pouring soylent into a blender, but now it’s mixed with vanilla yoghurt, blueberries, bananas and maple syrup. She doesn’t get it to ignore her body anymore, she gets it because it’s a great smoothie base for when you need to cram every vitamin, mineral, and just fluids back into the body she’s learned to appreciate. Crystal’s still in the ensuite shower. More than room enough for two, and she’d probably appreciate help with all the shampoo and conditioner. Now’s your chance to get either of them alone. To talk to Fiona about being a public figure, about being someone worth admiring. About being known. Or to talk to Crystal about what it would mean to change your body, about cracking the egg, about next steps. About what it means to create a social category for yourself to step into. You don’t have to wait if you want to talk to both, though. Take breakfast back to bed, open the bathroom door, and you’ve got an open conversation. Or you could take your leave now, and try to run this through the other colors. I don’t expect Blue and Orange to stay overnight, and today’s tenner job doesn’t start for a while yet. Fiona would probably love the chance to meet some of your sisters. How does that idea play against White’s newfound feelings of possessiveness? Actually, today’s tenner is an interesting one. The details from the client are vague: Pick up an item from a P.O box, take it to a site, and follow the instructions you find there. Muffi’s added her own note to it: It’ll be a computer part - maybe a few parts - and the instructions will be for where it’ll be installed in a warehouse rig. The client is using Headpattr instead of skilled IT labor for a reason, and she doesn’t like not knowing what it is. Just follow the instructions and it’s an easy ten. Figure out the client, and Muffi will owe a favour. Who’s going on that one? [b]Blue:[/b] It’s a good play. Charlie Euler even hesitates, looking longingly at the red bean buns, before he leaves without another word. Wendy sits down, in a way that makes it clear she’s picking a side. Still, the tension is palpable. Starlight takes Blue’s hand for a moment. “I’m so sorry about that. Nobody sees this as your fault. I have no idea what’s gotten into him.” Perez hums. “I have a theory.” “Really?” Wendy asks sarcastically, and Starlight shoots her a glare. Perez misses the sarcasm. “He might be ashamed, or guilty.” He suggests. “He was a prosecutor for years before AI got rights. I don’t think he talks to any that old.” He hesitates, and looks to Blue. “Sorry, I hope that wasn’t rude? I couldn’t think of a better word.” Wendy goes pale. “I… didn’t think of that.” She admits, and Perez looks very proud of that. “I just thought the surveillance thing was spooky.” Starlight rolls her eyes. “Why, because she didn’t wear a badge doing it?” “Yes.” Wendy is harsh, here. This isn’t the first time they’ve had this argument. Perez ignores them, and beams at you. “The sorbet is still a bit cold for me, but I really like the… what did you call it? Dough-share-bow? They’re really good”