Creative Chaos
Zapdos
KuroKay felt the folding tablet in her back pocket buzz twice. Someone had pinged her, one of her closer friends, if they could reach her there. But whoever it was would have to wait
βKayβ
βShit.β
She stiffened when she heard her employer call her name. Seems she was more just in plain sight and less than hidden in it than she thought. She used the excuse of filling a styrofoam cup with bargain brand coffee to stall for time until she was forced to turn around. It felt like everyone was staring intently and directly at her though, logically, she knew few people would even bother glancing in her direction. Still too many. She did her best not to grimace as she watched Serena ham it up with her not so subtle antics. Still, Serenaβs announcement did give her an out from this social interaction. She nodded once and started walking briskly toward the elevator. The coffee in her hand didnβt even make it to the other side of the room and was discarded in a small bin by the table with a pitcher of cucumber water upscale hotels seem so fond of. Her pocket buzzed again but she elected to ignore it once more.
βIβll get started on setup right away.β
She did her best impression of a polite smile as she stepped into the elevator and pressed the button. Once inside, she sighed and ran a hand over her face.
βWhy is she like this?β
Kay had little time to ponder the question before the elevator dinged and opened on her floor. She made her way to the suite and decided to see who was pinging her and what they wanted. Fishing the tablet out of her pocket, she flicked it open with practiced finesse and scanned her latest alerts. Mostly the same old same old but two messages in particular caught her attention. Both from her friend, Flux Shaman and both had come in with unusually strong signals. Interesting. She would have to investigate that later, but for now she returned the messages with a quick reply.
Putting her notifications on silent for the moment, she set about getting everything ready.
Microphone? Check.
Camera? Check.
That dramatic lighting Serena always insisted on? ...Check.
Now they needed an audience. Kay grabbed her colossal "laptop" from her room, making sure to hook up her security hardware before she allowed it to receive any wireless signals. She sent notices out to all the usual underground forums and chat rooms of ill repute about the impending announcement and what time to expect Petrukovβs digital appearance. Replies came flooding in only minutes after the posts and Kay decided that was good enough for now. All that was left was to make sure their security was up to snuff and thatβs just what she did, clacking away at her keyboard as she locked the stream down like good olβ Knox. No one would get to their system without some major digital muscles to flex. Even still, Kay went about double, triple, and quadruple checking everything just to be sure.
βKayβ
βShit.β
She stiffened when she heard her employer call her name. Seems she was more just in plain sight and less than hidden in it than she thought. She used the excuse of filling a styrofoam cup with bargain brand coffee to stall for time until she was forced to turn around. It felt like everyone was staring intently and directly at her though, logically, she knew few people would even bother glancing in her direction. Still too many. She did her best not to grimace as she watched Serena ham it up with her not so subtle antics. Still, Serenaβs announcement did give her an out from this social interaction. She nodded once and started walking briskly toward the elevator. The coffee in her hand didnβt even make it to the other side of the room and was discarded in a small bin by the table with a pitcher of cucumber water upscale hotels seem so fond of. Her pocket buzzed again but she elected to ignore it once more.
βIβll get started on setup right away.β
She did her best impression of a polite smile as she stepped into the elevator and pressed the button. Once inside, she sighed and ran a hand over her face.
βWhy is she like this?β
Kay had little time to ponder the question before the elevator dinged and opened on her floor. She made her way to the suite and decided to see who was pinging her and what they wanted. Fishing the tablet out of her pocket, she flicked it open with practiced finesse and scanned her latest alerts. Mostly the same old same old but two messages in particular caught her attention. Both from her friend, Flux Shaman and both had come in with unusually strong signals. Interesting. She would have to investigate that later, but for now she returned the messages with a quick reply.
"πππͺπͺπͺ πππ£π! π π€ππ π¦π£ ππ π₯π π¨π" <<<
"π π π¦π£ π¨π π£π€π₯ πππππ§ππ π£ π ππ π‘π" <<<
"πππͺπ¨ππ π ππ π₯ π¨π π£π π€π₯π¦ππ ππ πππ π π" <<<
"πππ₯ππ π¦ πππ₯ππ£" <<<
...<<<
"π π π¦π£ π¨π π£π€π₯ πππππ§ππ π£ π ππ π‘π" <<<
"πππͺπ¨ππ π ππ π₯ π¨π π£π π€π₯π¦ππ ππ πππ π π" <<<
"πππ₯ππ π¦ πππ₯ππ£" <<<
...<<<
Putting her notifications on silent for the moment, she set about getting everything ready.
Microphone? Check.
Camera? Check.
That dramatic lighting Serena always insisted on? ...Check.
Now they needed an audience. Kay grabbed her colossal "laptop" from her room, making sure to hook up her security hardware before she allowed it to receive any wireless signals. She sent notices out to all the usual underground forums and chat rooms of ill repute about the impending announcement and what time to expect Petrukovβs digital appearance. Replies came flooding in only minutes after the posts and Kay decided that was good enough for now. All that was left was to make sure their security was up to snuff and thatβs just what she did, clacking away at her keyboard as she locked the stream down like good olβ Knox. No one would get to their system without some major digital muscles to flex. Even still, Kay went about double, triple, and quadruple checking everything just to be sure.
