[ Turns out that you really do miss all the fun when you're at work; Lucy's just finished her shift at Red Roses and making her way back to her apartment when she spots the gaggle of confused looking people milling around outside, and the train just leaving the station. It takes about two seconds to peg them as Otherworlders, and Lucy bites back a sigh. Not her circus, not her monkeys. She's about to walk past them all when she sees--
Someone falling for the same mistake she had, when she'd first arrived here. Standing over the pools outside, enraptured, staring down into a memory. And there's not much worse that Lucy can think of than getting stuck in a memory, so she hits their shoulder. Not hard enough to leave a bruise, but a brisk snap out of it. ]
New here, noob? You've got enough to worry about without getting stuck in the past. [ Her tone is cool, but there's nonetheless just enough warmth in her to have some faint worry for a newbie. ] It's the art in the lobby that'll really fry your circuits. Just stay out of its way.
β βΈ» chaos of the cosmic djinn
[ Great. Soraya's at it again with her stupid Woofaloomps. Lucy has managed to stay out of their way thus far, but this time she's gotten pulled in against her will by way of a portal that had opened up in her apartment. She'd just been about to sit down and binge some TV when-- hello, portal. And a Woofaloomp. A furby-looking thing that Lucy is currently holding in the apartment lobby, a faintly irritated set to the line of her mouth. ]
Hey. Have you seen a woman-- long dark hair, probably glowing, definitely freaking out about her fur babies.
[ A very cyberpunk looking chair -- in that, it's minimalistic, black, and only looks at its best when its underlit by neon -- has followed her through the portal from her apartment, and is trying its best to cling nervously to Lucy's leg. She's fastidiously ignoring it. ]
The sooner I return this thing to her, the sooner I can get back to Autumnmind.
[ Only the hottest techno-thriller on Magisteria TV right now. You're so uncultured if you don't know this. ]
β βΈ» water gardens (18+, ota)
[ In Lucy's opinion, there's nothing like a Magisterian club to take your mind off of everything.
She's been dipping into DreamDives ever since she found them -- a pretty cool equivalent to her own home's BrainDances -- but even she doesn't like to stay cooped up forever. Though she's an eternal wallflower at parties, she likes the clubs; she can stay off to the side of the crowds, and if anybody pesters her, well, sometimes they're worth talking to. Every club in this section of the Entertainment District is named something like FLASHBANG or BALLKICK or VAGUE, all single-word-in-capitals names because that's just trendy everywhere, and while they're all a little different inside, Lucy hasn't picked a favorite yet.
She fits in like a native, lipstick the color of neon under a blacklight, Verve cocktail in her hand as she leans a hip against the bar, bangs hiding her eyes as she watches the crowd. The Verve makes her lines softer, her body language less closed off, her emotions a little blurred. Maybe she's a little too into this shit. Maybe it lets her run away from things.
Whatever. She's having fun.
After being flirted with by a demon girl with glowing red fangs, Lucy gently turns her down, and finds herself blissfully alone again, head full of bass, blood full of shimmer, until someone else sidles up to her. She takes a hit off her vape, blowing the vapor up into the air. Looks like they don't have a drink yet. ]
I'd recommend the Bloodrise Moon cocktail, but I don't know if you're a lightweight. Might knock you on the floor after one drink.
β βΈ» bonus: vplane
[ Vplane is the best invention since a cyberdeck.
That, at least, is Lucy's opinion. There's pods all over the city that you hook yourself up to and dive into the virtual reality overlay of the city, the place where a lot of AI and bots feel more comfortable, and do most of their business. She's been here once before at the behest of the Gridmaster, but ever since then, Lucy has been coming here for fun.
For anybody, it's a spectacle. For anybody particularly tech-inclined, it's a custom sandbox of epic proportions. For Lucy, it's like being given access to an entire board of art supplies and the big canvas possible.
She's hanging out in an AI-run cafe. It's not too busy, but everyone else there is a bot, some humanoid in shape, some definitely not. Her drink looks like just a simple black coffee, but the mug is slowly cycling through colors and logos on the side, a changing advertising board for what looks like local music bands, and the walls are covered with the same. What do AI bands sound like? Well, that's apparently what's playing on the radio. Lucy's not sure if she likes it or not. Mostly, she's just interested in casually playing with the cutlery-- flipping it over her fingers, changing it from a fork to a ribbon to a rainbow snake that curls around her wrist.
When somebody approaches her, she actually smiles. It's small, but it's there. ]
Cool, right? I love this place. Have you seen the office buildings down the block yet? One of them has a face, and it loves puns.
lucy kushinada | cyberpunk: edgerunners (current player)
[ Turns out that you really do miss all the fun when you're at work; Lucy's just finished her shift at Red Roses and making her way back to her apartment when she spots the gaggle of confused looking people milling around outside, and the train just leaving the station. It takes about two seconds to peg them as Otherworlders, and Lucy bites back a sigh. Not her circus, not her monkeys. She's about to walk past them all when she sees--
Someone falling for the same mistake she had, when she'd first arrived here. Standing over the pools outside, enraptured, staring down into a memory. And there's not much worse that Lucy can think of than getting stuck in a memory, so she hits their shoulder. Not hard enough to leave a bruise, but a brisk snap out of it. ]
New here, noob? You've got enough to worry about without getting stuck in the past. [ Her tone is cool, but there's nonetheless just enough warmth in her to have some faint worry for a newbie. ] It's the art in the lobby that'll really fry your circuits. Just stay out of its way.
[ Great. Soraya's at it again with her stupid Woofaloomps. Lucy has managed to stay out of their way thus far, but this time she's gotten pulled in against her will by way of a portal that had opened up in her apartment. She'd just been about to sit down and binge some TV when-- hello, portal. And a Woofaloomp. A furby-looking thing that Lucy is currently holding in the apartment lobby, a faintly irritated set to the line of her mouth. ]
Hey. Have you seen a woman-- long dark hair, probably glowing, definitely freaking out about her fur babies.
[ A very cyberpunk looking chair -- in that, it's minimalistic, black, and only looks at its best when its underlit by neon -- has followed her through the portal from her apartment, and is trying its best to cling nervously to Lucy's leg. She's fastidiously ignoring it. ]
The sooner I return this thing to her, the sooner I can get back to Autumnmind.
[ Only the hottest techno-thriller on Magisteria TV right now. You're so uncultured if you don't know this. ]
[ In Lucy's opinion, there's nothing like a Magisterian club to take your mind off of everything.
She's been dipping into DreamDives ever since she found them -- a pretty cool equivalent to her own home's BrainDances -- but even she doesn't like to stay cooped up forever. Though she's an eternal wallflower at parties, she likes the clubs; she can stay off to the side of the crowds, and if anybody pesters her, well, sometimes they're worth talking to. Every club in this section of the Entertainment District is named something like FLASHBANG or BALLKICK or VAGUE, all single-word-in-capitals names because that's just trendy everywhere, and while they're all a little different inside, Lucy hasn't picked a favorite yet.
She fits in like a native, lipstick the color of neon under a blacklight, Verve cocktail in her hand as she leans a hip against the bar, bangs hiding her eyes as she watches the crowd. The Verve makes her lines softer, her body language less closed off, her emotions a little blurred. Maybe she's a little too into this shit. Maybe it lets her run away from things.
Whatever. She's having fun.
After being flirted with by a demon girl with glowing red fangs, Lucy gently turns her down, and finds herself blissfully alone again, head full of bass, blood full of shimmer, until someone else sidles up to her. She takes a hit off her vape, blowing the vapor up into the air. Looks like they don't have a drink yet. ]
I'd recommend the Bloodrise Moon cocktail, but I don't know if you're a lightweight. Might knock you on the floor after one drink.
[ Vplane is the best invention since a cyberdeck.
That, at least, is Lucy's opinion. There's pods all over the city that you hook yourself up to and dive into the virtual reality overlay of the city, the place where a lot of AI and bots feel more comfortable, and do most of their business. She's been here once before at the behest of the Gridmaster, but ever since then, Lucy has been coming here for fun.
For anybody, it's a spectacle. For anybody particularly tech-inclined, it's a custom sandbox of epic proportions. For Lucy, it's like being given access to an entire board of art supplies and the big canvas possible.
She's hanging out in an AI-run cafe. It's not too busy, but everyone else there is a bot, some humanoid in shape, some definitely not. Her drink looks like just a simple black coffee, but the mug is slowly cycling through colors and logos on the side, a changing advertising board for what looks like local music bands, and the walls are covered with the same. What do AI bands sound like? Well, that's apparently what's playing on the radio. Lucy's not sure if she likes it or not. Mostly, she's just interested in casually playing with the cutlery-- flipping it over her fingers, changing it from a fork to a ribbon to a rainbow snake that curls around her wrist.
When somebody approaches her, she actually smiles. It's small, but it's there. ]
Cool, right? I love this place. Have you seen the office buildings down the block yet? One of them has a face, and it loves puns.