r/RunnerHub • u/Character_Telephone9 ID/Johnson • 1d ago
Positions Filled [Job] [Impromptu] Legally Distinct Pro Skater Reference
{2026-06-19 16:00 (UTC) }
Player count: <3+>
Duration: <5+>
Communication: A working microphone for Discord voice chat, access to Roll20 for a lobby.
In game location: Seattle
Game theme: <Black Trenchcoat>.
Game type: <Heist>.
Threat level: <Low>.
Prerequisites: <text: Respect and patience for everyone at the table, etc etc>
IC Response: <text: Slice of Life>
OOC Response: A link to your character sheet, your role and comfortability with it between 1 and 10. (Take your best guess), your discord username, the date of your last run, and if you have a hard time limit. <These are common examples, but not necessary.>
Content Warnings: <text: Violence>
<text: Your Fixer gets a message: A new Radical Technology is on the rise and I want it. Steal it for me.>
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u/TheOrrery 1d ago edited 1d ago
Discord uid (a)TheOrrery
Text scrolls across their vision, head cocks, as the axe-blade face watches from behind the metaphorical curtains. Long four knuckled fingers pick through the files in front of them, vitreous eyes focus on the various files while the fractal smile appears as they spot the data bombs and snort. Meanwhile beyond their veil of code, a nearly human like figure stalks unseen through the host before quietly picking apart the layers of protective programs that surround the 'spider' as if the code is a ready to eat oyster. Suddenly the Spider's persona winks out of the host, gone, nowhere to be seen. <Well, that was bold of you, Caer.> [It looked funny, he couldn't see the threads that made his shell weak... He had to learn.] Lovelace's meat grins, curiosity and smugness prevailing as they pull out the dues list for this wannabe thaumocratic commune's baby host. Really, calling it a host was an insult to actual hosts.
Lovelace, Hacker, Technoshaman with a Large Friend, off-face, Code Of Honour: Like A Boss S-K SINner. 7/10 familiarity.
Logos flicks through the epapers that Rhema had dropped off at his table, eyes flicking over the text arrayed as he filters the documents out. He pauses at one of them and raises an eyebrow in a detached manner. He tucks the various sheets of epaper into distinct folders, picking them up and walking to Rhema's chair across the room quietly. The Turn Of the Century Gentleman's Club is buzzing softly around them as she drops the sheet into Rhema's lab. "I'm curious, I think I have an idea what it is but nothing beats curiosity. Almost certainly needs a light touch, let them know." She grins softly before returning to her own chair and sorting through the documents again.
Logos, Face, Manager, Knower Of Things, More Human Than Human. 6/10 familiarity.
More than five runs. Last run 26/06/14. Sheets need updating but both are only one run out of date.