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PART 1/???: WELCOME TO TOKYO
*The DromedaryCo building, ground floor*
*Tokyo, Japan*
*1967J*
*1:15 AM*
You've found yourself trapped in a building built on tobacco products.
There's currently a small army on the fourth floor.
You could always break and escape through one of the windows by the door.
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I'll throw a chair to break one of the windows. |
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One of the larger glass windows shatter with the force of the chair being thrown.
An alarm promptly goes off.
Now the running starts.
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I sprint out the window and try to make it to one of the slums, where I can evade capture more easily. |
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You run from the building as far as you can and arrive outside of a posh coffee shop.
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"..wub, wub.." as I seamlessly drag my feet across the carpet, moonwalking across the entire fourth floor in a full suit of niylon tricot and spandex underwear. |
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Oh well, it'll do in a pinch. I duck inside, checking to see if I have anybody on my tail first. |
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Nobody but the pavement, the sidewalk, and a creepy old man fiddling with the wrapper to a candy bar.
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I'll just wait it out in the coffee shop, then. Maybe order something. Is it open? |
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"WUB, WUB, WUB," comes another spate of whirs from the mouth slit in my aeronautical visor, resounding much louder this time. My hands shimmy like a kappa as I wriggle through the fourth floor's army, spewing tangible music notes from the fingertips and tapping my feet to the rhythm of Moonage Daydream by David Bowie. |
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It is open, but there's only a man in an American soldier uniform, as patrons go.
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I'll order some Coffee, black. Maybe sip on it while monitoring the surveillance systems back at the Dromedary building. Just sorta see if they've scrambled some people after me, you know. If there's nothing of interest or alarm going on there, I'll just open a chat program and talk with some of the local hackers. |
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Checking the cameras, you find that the guards have brought a 24 hour glazier to fix up the window.
-CC CHAT-
-PROVIDING QUALITY RAMBLING SINCE 1955J-
-Contact folders-
>Contractors
>Friends
>Landlord |
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Your coffee arrives, black as Alabama.
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>Friends
>CaRg0CuLtIsT
>TTTank
>Avery_Island
>To CaRg0CuLtIsT
What's shakin?
And then I take a swig of my coffee while I wait on a reply.
(Sorry this took me so long, took me forever to come up with a name)
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” -Nietzsche |
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(I could've done that for you.)
Good coffee.
*new message*
>From CaRg0CuLtIsT
'nothin much, just done cleaning 500k yen, u?' |
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>to CaRg0CuLtIsT
What're you gonna do with that kind of bread? All you do is sit around and drink at fancy gin mills, cowboy.
(I used some old beatnik slang in this, thought it might be cool for hacker lingo. I can stop or explain it if you want)
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” -Nietzsche |
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*beep*
>from CaRg0CuLtIsT
'juice, iron, and computers, you know me, man.'
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>To Cargocultist
I dig it. Say hi for me to the cats down at the Quarter. My girl's blowing up my minicomp. Better see what's wrong.
>To Avery_Island
Hey gorgeous, whatcha wearing ;)
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” -Nietzsche |
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*beep*
>From Avery_Island
'thers peoplehere help!' |
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I peck away at the keyboard with a fevered intensity.
>To Avery_Island
I'll be right there. Don't panic.
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” -Nietzsche |
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*beep*
>From Avery_Island
'hurry!' |
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I sprint out of the coffee shop and take the quickest route home.
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” -Nietzsche |
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Outside of your apartment building, two large milk trucks sit outside.
"LEGITIMATE FARMS"
"A REAL FARM SINCE 1916J" |
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This is suspicious. Proceed to my door, but cautiously.
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” -Nietzsche |
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