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    1. Zoey 10 yrs ago

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<Bitch I'm already armed for bear. I'm armed for like three bears.>
She follows along looking just as chipper as Zhi does.
<In fact I could go for killing three fucking bears right now.>
Z0ey, back in meatspace, just paces a circle around Zhi, revving her chainsaw occasionally if any nerdsresearchers get too close.
Rikov, almost from the moment he's let in, looks about ready to burst from excitement. Something to /actually do/ for once! "Yes, of course I'll help! I couldn't just leave a lady in danger like that, hm?" He turns to Dr. Bennett, and stares hard at him for a few moments. "R. Alfarsi. Charmed. I believe I'll be handling your investigations and combat-readiness."
Rikov, currently sleeved in a well dressed Critter morph and sitting three hours into a god-knows-how-many-hours meeting, has finally reached his breaking point. He's resorted to trying to kill the current speaker with his mind, unsuccessfully. When a new email pops up in his vision, he's so excited that he springs up and leaves without a word. He decides to forget his obligations for today, he's going to go and have a drink, then head to this meeting place. Being the first one there keeps everyone on their toes. Time for coffee.
Zoey looks around at the crowd and keeps her chainsaw close, backing up into a pretty obvious 'I'm guarding this guy' position next to Zhi.
<Gotcha. Be careful or I fish your stack out first.>
Zoey drifts up next to Zhi, and readies her weapons, ready, willing and able to ventilate some nerds provide security for her team.
She gives her chainsaw a few swings to get the gore from the last batch of gangers out before hanging it from her belt.
<I gotcha, don't worry about it. I ain't gonna let some pasty fuckers loot my buddies. Turn ya into paste first.>
Zoey lets the others leave, and follows behind at a respectable distance, poking around via mesh to figure something out about this guy. <Probably, but that's why I'm here. I mean hell, we killed like 10 guys on the way here.>
Investigation: 23 rolling for 25.
I'm totally in. My two characters are
Ardas, a face-type character, a corvid uplift who believes himself a god, and is somewhat depressed and lethargic as he believes himself to be the only (or last?) of some mythical race. A strong async who would most likely be found doing janitor work at TAU.

and

Rikov Alfarsi, a very facey, async, but still somewhat shooty type character, a rich asshole hyperelite before the fall, during the fall he came into close contact with a certain strain of the exsurgent virus, and after the fall he fell back into being a rich asshole, though this time a rich criminal asshole. He runs a minor criminal enterprise on Mars. He is just tickled pink to do all his own wetwork. If he's at TAU, someone would probably notice. Maybe he's there trying to convince someone important of the CLEARLY OBVIOUS signs of IMMINENT ALIEN INVASION(!!!). (Cosmic Anxiety Disorder)
Z0ey hugs her shredder and puts her back up against a wall.
"No idea... the fuck is going on?"
Perception:82 trying for 25.
Z0ey lets her eyes wander around the room with a sigh.
"Long as it doesn't take too long, whatever man. Tellin you though, they're not gonna be fixable."
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