Log Title: Repairs, Programs, and Digital Freights
Summary: In which Kagami, Winter, and Jack find the intersections of their various careers and also eat a lot of noodles.
IC Date: 2381-02-12
OOC Date: 2019-02-12
Related Logs: None, directly. Indirectly: Fatale, Nineteen Alpha Thirty, Desperately Seeking Data Retrieval
kagamiwinterjack

 

 

I am a dynamic creature and all fully formed.

The noodle shop is the best in this district. It's small with only a few tables but stools right by the counter where one can get a bowl served right over the counter. Sitting at one of the stools, a skinny young man. His hair is hanging in his eyes as he tries to tackle a rather large bowl of Pho. He takes some hot sauce and just pours it in. He stirs and then slowly puts a noodle into his mouth. He shakes his head and waves a hand in front of his mouth and based on how his lips turn more pink, it's HOT.

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Sitting a seat over is a slender female sleeve in its thirties, wearing a grey, bulky sweater, a blue and purple peasant skirt and a pair of battered, old combat boots. Blonde hair is kept back from their face with a dark blue kerchief, and they're waiting for their order to arrive, staring off in the middle space or maybe checking out something on their ONI. They glance towards the young man on the seat beside them, regarding him with quiet interest as he goes heavy on the hot sauce. A corner of their mouth quirks when the noodles are not only hot, but hot. "I thought for a brief moment that you might be a synth, but I'm revising that supposition."

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Bright blue eyes turn to see the woman beside him and he smiles. He's wearing an oversized black shirt and over sized pants. Someone doesn't know how to dress themselves. He still waves his hand in front of his mouth and shakes his head. "I am definitely not a synth but I used to be able to do this! This sleeve's taste buds are weak." He grumbles and drinks back water. "What a baby…" He grumps quietly. Those eyes turn to the soup and he flexes towards it. "I got this…" He takes a little more and tears dot his eyes as he swallows. "Fuuuck."

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"Hmm," Winter muses, fisting their hand and resting their cheek on it so they can bemusedly watch the young man try and tackle his excessively spicy noodles. "Brand new sleeve, then?"

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He nods his head as he grips the counter. "Last one was brutally murdered." He lifts his eyes to the shop keeper and tears just fall. "So hot." He gasps out. The man smiles and takes the bowl emptying the broth and then adding new broth. He puts it back down and the man bows his head. "Thanks." He grins warmly and stirs this soup. He tastes it and gasps. "Now it's hot."

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"Oh dear," Winter says, though the words sound more intrigued than woeful. That mouth quirks again as spicy-hot is exchanged for temperature-hot and then they straighten a little as their own bowl is set down. They add some hot sauce (though not nearly as much as the ambitious young man) stir it in and give the broth a moment to cool. "How long ago?"

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He puts a little hot sauce into it and stirs it. It takes him a few goes before he finally gets the right blend. He nods his head. Those blue eyes turn to Winter and he thinks about it. "It felt like yesterday but it was a few months ago. Took a while to get resleeved." He grumbles. "Though now I'm here enjoying amazing soup!" He smiles and gestures. "I'm Ryuumi Kagami. Nice to meet you!"

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The noodle shop is the best in this district. It's small with only a few tables but stools right by the counter where one can get a bowl served right over the counter. Sitting at one of the stools, a skinny young man wearing a baggy black t-shirt and baggy pants. His hair is hanging in his eyes as he tries to tackle a rather large bowl of Pho which has just been replaced because of a hot sauce mishap which shows on his lips bright red lips. Sitting a seat over is a slender female sleeve in its thirties, wearing a grey, bulky sweater, a blue and purple peasant skirt and a pair of battered, old combat boots. Blonde hair is kept back from their face with a dark blue kerchief, and they just received their order of noodles. The two seem to be conversing.

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"Wisteria Tau," the person so named says, "Though most just call me 'Winter'. A pleasure, Kagami-kun." Either Winter has some experience with Japanese etiquette or they watch a lot of anime. "Has it been a difficult adjustment?" Something seems to occur to them and their smile becomes briefly wry. "Let me know if I'm asking too many questions. It's a bad habit I have."

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Kagami smiles brightly and bows his head. "A pleasure." Come to think of it there is a small Japanese accent on some words. He nods his head and grumbles. "Yes. So many different things and feelings." He touches his chest which isn't there and frown. "I miss things but other this just… right there sometimes. These hormones are awful." He grumbles before shaking his head. "No it's okay! Questions are fine."

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Showing up as prompt as can be, Jack is a pleasant but not so pleasant one can't tell—synthetic man who looks to be in his early twenties or so, though with a synthetic body it's rather difficult to speculate on his real age. There is something about him which seems different than most people, something almost serene, and he walks with his hands pressed together in a manner that amounts to a sort of supplicant gesture. After a look over the interior, he walks the room, looking for someone.

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"Ah," Winter muses, brows lifting. "Is this sleeve a different sex to your birth sleeve?" Again, what should maybe be sympathetic sounds more… intrigued? Then glance briefly over as another person arrives. Okay, now there is a synth. Their gaze lingers briefly before returning to Kagami.

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Kagami grins and nods. "Younger and male." He grumbles before turning to see the Synth. He lifts his hand up and waves the man over. "Jack! It's Kagami." He calls out to the other. "I repair him. He's … well… He's Jack." He chuckles a little before drinking some of the broth of the soup. He stretches his arms up above his head.

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Approaching at the beckoning gesture, Jack spends a long moment sort of sizing Kagami up and then asks promptly in Japanese, "What color did you have to talk me out of, for my eye color transplant?" and stares at them for a long moment, perhaps a bit suspicious of someone who has been cross-sleeved, but not too suspicious. Turning his attention then to Winter, he bows his head and says, "I am Brother Jack, are you a friend of Kagami's?"

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"I see," Winter replies for 'he's Jack'. "He certainly seems to be." They listen with quiet interest but no apparent comprehension when Jack speaks in Japanese to Kagami, but they answer his question posed in English easily enough. "I am a fellow noodle-eater. I think that's about as far as we've managed at this point." They give their own bowl another stir before spooning up some broth and then slurping up a few noodles once it's deemed 'not-so-hot as to scald my tongue off'.

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Kagami smiles slowly and speaks in Japanese back. "Silver mirrored irises. Chrome just doesn't suit a monk." He smiles brightly at the synth and in Amanglic he speaks, "Seriously why not just use your ONI? You can see I was cross sleeved since it's in the records already." He chuckles a little. He turns his eyes to Winter and nods. "She is a fellow noodler. Would you like a bowl? I can buy you some."

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"I still think it would have looked cool. And because while I am not exactly sought after, if this had been some ploy, I wanted to be this close before I acted suspicious!" Jack says, but is clearly in a good mood, happy that his friend is finally back in a sleeve. He puts a hand on the man's shoulder in a friendly gesture and then arranges to sit next to them, adjusting his garments as he does so. Reaching into his sleeves, he produces a bottle of the hottest hotsauce available on the market, and signals for a bowl of noodles. "You can buy for me if you'd like, Kagami," he concedes. "I have been working, so it is no problem. I just finished an architectural sim. They were really demanding on the flooring textures," he bemoans his latest work.

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Winter chuckles softly for a fellow noodler but does not protest the title. "A monk and an architect?" they ask, brows lifting. "Goodness, Brother Jack, it seems you wear many hats."

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The young man chuckles and shakes his head. "Chrome in your eyes isn't cool. It's rather stupid. Eyes that react to your emotions with simple colors would be much better… as in feeling angry? They slowly start to turn red. Sad, blue, calm green. That type of thing." He smiles happily and touches the hand on his shoulder. He smiles as he looks to Winter. "This guy is brilliant." He nods his head. "I make sure he stays that way." He goes for more soup. All the soup.

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"No, not an architect— I'm a virtual programmer. Architects can export to a format that can translate to a virtual environment, but the texturing, the sound of air moving through vents, the feeling of the carpet when you walk on it, the sounds of walking on tile, they need to be combined. It's not the worst job, but they were demanding clients," Jack explains as the bowl of noodles is set down in front of him promptly. He immediately begins to douse it with that hot sauce that smells like weapons grade peppery spray, and then starts eating, keeping a sort of bland face the whole time. He clearly doesn't enjoy it a lot.

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"Really," Winter replies, their tone clearly intrigued. "That's fascinating work. What's the most interesting project you've designed so far?" They look from the synthetic monk to the cross-sleeved young man. "And, if I might be so bold, how are the pair of you acquainted?"

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The young man is mild slurp and the noodle flies around before disappearing into his mouth. "I can repair pretty much anything." He grumbles. "Once he came to me when he needed a repair fix on his body and I did it for him." He nods his head and goes back for more soup. "I can repair any tech, synths, stacks, servers, ONI." He shrugs.

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"My best work is always on the monastery, I spend hours on everything," Jack replies evenly and from the sound of his voice is genuinely pleased with his work. Like he'd show it off, if it were on hand. "The goal of virtual is perfect synchronicity with the real," he goes on. "The better to uplift us all." The answer from Kagami seems sufficient so he doesn't expand on the nature of the repair, it had been sufficient. "What is your name, by the way?" he asks of Winter.

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"A repairer of all things technical and a programmer monk with a virtual monastery," Winter replies, their expression edging from fascinated to gleeful. "My cup runneth over. Or, well, I suppose noodle bowl is the better analogy, all things considered. We should exchange information. I might have need of your services in future." To Jack they add, leaning forward to peer past Kagami so they can see the monk as they speak (Winter's sitting on Kagami's other side), "Wisteria Tau. Winter, if you like. It's a bit less of a mouthful."

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Kagami grins a little. "Yes. OH! Sorry Jack and Winter. My manners…" He blushes a little and shoves more noodles in his mouth. Though when Winter leans forward he watches her and blinks a few times, quickly looking away and more food in the mouth. He nods about exchanging information and takes a tiny gear out of his pocket which has his information on it.

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"Wisteria Tau, a pleasure, and of course. My brotherhood is also available for short and long term mercenary work, bodyguarding, etc.," Jack mentions placidly and smiles back at her in a delayed manner as the face takes a split second to respond. His hand however is as quick as always and he hands over something with information on it so that he can be contacted professionally. Taking another bite of the noodles, he continues to look unimpressed with the taste. He always looks that way when eating. A startling reminder of his synthness. "What is it you do?" he asks.

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Winter takes the little gear, smiling at the novelty, as well as Brother Jack's card… or whatever it is… tucking both into a pocket of their skirt. There's a nod for his religion's more mercenary work, though their expression suggests less interest in that aspect of the order. They pull out a couple simple business cards, of the sort with a code that can be easily uploaded to one's ONI and added to their list of contacts, passing them over. Wisteria Tau, Psychosurgeon they read, and beneath is the address of their office in the Neon District and their ONI contact number. "We have overlapping interests, I'd imagine."

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The young man oohs quietly and takes the card. "Can you help with a 21 year old sleeve's hormones?" He chuckles a little. He loads the card into his ONI and then pockets it. He seems distracted a moment before he sees soup and goes back to eating. Oh the space cadet age. He finishes off his soup and then looks to the shop keeps. "May I have more?" The man takes the bowl and prepares another. "What exactly does a psychosurgeon do?"

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Not that he really has need for such a thing, Jack takes the offered card and slides it into his pocket unchecked. He'll get the information off of it later. He's a bit wary given that he's a synth and they are, with some effort, hackable. Not that he expects that's the issue here, but it's a good practice to keep. "Certainly, if you ever want me to look at your clinic and see if there isn't something I can do in your suite, let me know," he suggests.

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Winter cants their head. "Well, I could help with managing those hormones," they offer. As for what they do, there's a moment to consider phrasing (and slurp some more noodles) before they speak. "A psychosurgeon's sort've one part psychologist, one part psychiatrist and one part programmer. We help DHFs work through trauma, fragmentation, mental illness. Anything that can go wrong here," they reach back to tap their lower neck, where their stack is implanted, "we can help make right." Jack gets another small nod. "Thank you, I shall."

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Kagami grins slowly. "Well well… We work toe in toe." He says happily. "See I repair DHF from broken stacks and load the data into a new stack. Most of the time that stack is missing data or parts of memory or what made it human. You could be very helpful if I ever attempted to spin up someone with a new stack." He nods his head and claps his hands together as more soup arrives. "Oh bless. I'm always so hungry!"

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A thought strikes Jack as he is eating the remainder of his bowl of super-extra-hotter than hot noodles, "I have some fountains and meditation designs I've made that would work well for a relaxing atmosphere," he adds after he thinks about it for a moment. He peers at Kagami then and says, "I need you to look at my shoulder when we're finished."

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"Do you," Winter asks Kagami, "Well, give me a call if you need someone spun up and aren't sure what you'll find. Damaged DHFs can be… delicate, as I'm sure you're already aware." Winter cants their head for Jack's offer. "I'd be interested in looking at them. A quiet, calm space isn't always what's required, but it's good to have a few default soothing spaces, and I'm always looking to make improvements on my current designs. What do you charge?"

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Jack gets a look and a stare at each shoulder. His eyes glow slightly blue and he nods. "Got it." He turns to Winter and grins. "DHF is super delicate and when a stack is damaged … I have programming skills but I still find it hard to fix. I mean I went to school for Programming and Bio-Engineering with a skill in hacking and repair. DHF are still the most frustrating code work I've found to work with." He starts working on his next soup bowl.

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"My rates are competitive, and I do good work," Jack answers and if pressed will list a price indicating as much. "I'll bring them by so you can have a look, soon," he proposes and finishing off the last of his noodles, he starts to rise to his feet. "Hit me on the ONI when you're done, it was a pleasure meeting you Wisteria," he says to Winter as he rises to his feet and bows to them both. His movements smooth and inhuman.

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"And you, Brother Jack," Winter returns. "Take care." They lift their hand in a wave farewell as he stands to go. To Kagami, they note, "DHFs are living code. You can't just work with what's there, you have to anticipate what's coming. That's where studying psychology becomes very helpful."

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He stands and bows to Jack. "Take care. Come by the shop later." He grins as he happily sits back down. He nods to Winter. "I see. My fingers move fast enough to anticipate the code but my brain doesn't comprehend the human element. I understand code much better than people. If I get the case I'm hoping too, I will need your help to repair the DHF."

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"Oh?" Winter says. They lift up their bowl and just tip it to their mouth to swallow down the last of the soup. The empty bowl is set down to be collected. "What job is that. Or… case, you said? Police work? GPPI?"

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Kagami grins a little and shrugs. "I don't know yet. I've not been contracted." He points out to her. "If I do…and that's only an if, I will get in touch with you." He sips his soup and glances down. "So .. can you fix a cross sleeve confusion?"

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"Please do, you've peaked my curiosity, now," Winter says. They tip their head in a small nod. "Oh, yes. It's a common difficulty when one is required to take on a new sleeve unexpectedly and has limited options."

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He grins a little. "It wasn't limited options." Kagami shrugs. "Just no female ones with the strength to withstand the augmentations my parents requested." He sighs quietly and gestures to the sleeve. "Yet this skinny model kid has the strength?" He shakes his head. "With things showing that shouldn't be showing and missing things and… my whole brain feels scrambled."

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"…and having other things," Winter fills in with a faint smile. "Of course it feels scrambled. Your mind is trying to adapt to a body different from the one it's known for the entirely of its life. Stacks give us so much versatility, but evolution can't keep pace with technology. The human consciousness just hasn't got much practice changing bodies. Sometimes, it need a little help."

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Kagami leans closer to Winter, "Yes having other things and those things have a mood pointer." He almost growls but in a whisper. He leans back and sighs. "Raging hormones doesn't help either." He holds the table. "I was a grown woman who was on a strict diet and exercise to maintain and then I get this… always hungry, horny, and emotional man child."

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"A bit less subtle than eyes that change color with one's emotions," Winter teases with a soft smile. "The hunger and the hormones are transient. Have you ever done any meditation? That often helps. And time in VR, to get away from all those unfamiliar demands of your new sleeve, can be a way to relax ad take stock of yourself as well."

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He grins at the eyes. "My eyes only glow a little when I'm looking for EMF." He nods his head and then shakes it. "I have tried meditation. Cold showers are faster and I have not tried VR." He takes a few more noodles before turning to her fully. "Perhaps I should try but if I go to VR won't I get lost?"

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"Not if you upload into a preprogrammed setting," Winter replies, "of which I have quite a number and a high quality chair. Though, if you regularly work with stacks, I'm sure you have one of your own."

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He grins a little. "I don't regularly work with stacks but I have and I'm good at it." He points out. "I am sure I could build a rig and …maybe program a space." He taps his chin before he finishes off his second bowl. "I don't know how I'm still hungry…"

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"Hollow legs," Winter answers, straight-faced. "Listen, I think it's likely I'm going to need your services at some point. If you'd like to come by my office on the regular to spend some time in VR, what say we make this an exchange of favors?"

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He seems a little shocked at the hollow legs before he realizes it. "Most likely." He sighs before he reaches his hand out and grins. "It sounds like a plan. Exchange of services." He smiles happily.

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Winter smiles, clasping Kagami's hand firmly in their own for a shake on it. "Why don't you come by tomorrow, then, if your schedule allows. And… as I don't currently need anything repaired or assessed, maybe you could tell me a bit more about this stack you might want help spinning up? Just, whatever you know so far. Anything you can offer would be helpful in letting me start to design a protocol. Plus, as I said, I'm curious."

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Kagami shakes her hand. "I will have to offer you something else. What I know is what you know. You can scan for truthfulness." He chuckles before pulling his hand back and standing up, paying for everyone.

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"What would be the point in that? Whether you're being honest or not, I'm still where I started," Winter points out pragmatically. There's a small sigh for an opportunity lost. "Thank you for the noodles, though. That was kind of you."

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Kagami smiles. "I'm being honest. I'm a horrible liar." He chuckles and then thinks about it. "Oh! Nope…" He puts his hands on his hips and really thinks of something to offer her. "More food?"

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Winter laughs and shakes their head. "I am not an adolescent male," they reply, "and one large bowl of pho was plenty to fill me up. I'm sure something will come up. And if you do happen to learn anything about this mystery stack of yours, I'd love to hear it."

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He shakes his head and touches his chest. "I am not an adolescent male either!" His voice squeaks. "I am a full fledged grown adult male." He nods his head. "I'm also a beautiful woman on the inside." He clears his throat and puts his hands on his hips. "I am a dynamic creature and all fully formed."

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Winter quirks another one of those quiet, amused little smiles. "Well, then," they say, "your pardon, Kagami-kun, and my mistake. I suppose your full grown sleeve just has a… very youthful face." And intermittently squeaky voice.

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Kagami glares a little. "21 is grown! Imagine this sleeve younger? Dang." He shakes his head and sighs quietly. "Just gotta get used to a different way of thinking. It will come in time." He grins. "Though I should be going. I have some repair work to do."

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Winter lifts their hand in a small wave. "Take care, then. I'll see you tomorrow if you decide to come by."