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Kirchhoff; DM>Raul: relax, choom. it didn't look like any of those mass contagion programs or anything like that. that said, tho, I don't know wtf he was up to or where he was, his memory log is scrambled for nearly two hours... maybe do a tox screen anyway, who knows what happened during that...

As written by @TheZanta and @Machina Somnium Still rubbing the center of her forehead which was distinctly developing a minor bump from where she hit it, Kirchhoff followed Bunny to the couch. "I think I'm good on booze for the rest of the night. Mamma always told me it's never a good idea to...

Kirchhoff scoffed dismissively, as if Bunny's negative reaction to the beverage was an affront to her decency. "Oh, it's pre-Biotechnica diesel fuel, clearly. Can't you discerm the taste?" She joked, still clumsily flubbing her words. "It's mezcal, and it's a damn good'un, I'll tell ya, courtesy...

Bunny's confusion prompted even further concern from Kirch, and she watched as he retreated to the bathroom to inspect his wounds. Though her brain may have been clouded by the uncertain number of glasses of mezcal that she had, she was still well aware that something was rotten in the state of...

Upon Bunny's return, he would be greeted by the consequences of leaving three mercs alone with an illicit bottle of mezcal and some free time. The consequence that just flew past Bunny's head, in particular, was of a Norwegian techie who had claimed some real estate on the kitchen island...

Kirchhoff: pff, do i have the unit covered with a data fortress yet, who do u thikn i am? the data walls are so thicc, silverhand is trying to get in itss pants Kirchhoff: i mayy stll be a lil drunk... watever. wraiths won't even know what hit em when we get in there

Kirchhoff: nomads, mor e like no bitchess lmao

Despite the caution exhibited by the others, Kirchhoff appeared rather blasé. As the door to the apartment opened, she triggered her Kiroshis to take a cursory scan of the unit, unsurprisingly finding nothing remarkable. Her tech workstation and netrunning suite sat in a heap next to her...

Though she was effectively looking straight past the woman, Kirchhoff noticed she was staring straight at her. She crossed her hands behind her back. Was this some attempt to size her up, make her feel sorry? It wasn't really working. She hummed absent-mindedly as the floozy skittered away...

Kirchhoff laughed derisively at Bunny's guess for her lie. "Don't know anyone without daddy issues, eh?" She spoke pointedly. She didn't answer completely yet -- that would ruin the fun of the game! She leaned back against the wall of the elevator, arms crossed and inspecting the others while...

Shit, man, it was a joke. Kirch wasn't expecting the rest of the party to play this grade school charade for real, but it seemed like there was no other choice now. With a deep breath and a stiff exhale, she followed the others to the elevator to the megabuilding. Doesn't exactly appear to be...

The casual, lightly bustling atmosphere of the Watson street was suddenly disturbed by the distant roars of the Kusanagi bike and the angered shouting of pedestrians. If it weren't such a common occurrence in this district with the abundance of street racers, Kirchhoff would likely have had more...

Kirchhoff scoffed in disgust, and found herself rolling her eyes, just like she was years ago. She folded her arms and looked off to the side. "Faen i helvete, du kåt gutt," she muttered to herself before looking back to Raul, a bristly look in her eyes, though it was somewhat played up. "As...

Kirchhoff nodded quietly, somehow not visibly disgusted by the man eating clementines whole, though the thought of it made her teeth hurt. After watching a little too closely, she cleared her throat and looked back to Bunny. "Yeah, sure, I can tag along on those shopping trips. Good way to...

Kirchhoff was in the middle of playing a simple basketball mini game on her Kiroshi UI when she promptly received the notification for the door code to the apartment. With a sigh, she kicked off the wall and gathered her belongings, punching in the code on the door panel and letting herself in...

It was starting to get a little tiresome trying to get passers-by to keep their eyes to themselves after about five minutes. Kirchhoff, running a frustrated hand through her short, freshly-washed hair, sent off a message to Bunny as she leaned up against the wall adjacent to door 665. At this...

Kirchhoff: Shit, man, I've been in front of the apartment door the whole time. I was giving you the courtesy of not hacking the door open when I haven't even moved in yet. Where've you been?

Kirchhoff: Shit, I thought that handle sounded familiar. Heh, yeah, I traded my Downtown shop for an arrest warrant and a shitty cubicle apartment in H10, lmao. Been a while, eh? Well then, if our ripperdoc was a Biotech intern, we're in pretty damn good shape. 'Specially since he has preem...

Kirchhoff: Calm your tits, hot-shot. You won't have to move a muscle. ┐( ˘_˘)┌

Kirchhoff: From my experience, the budget package came with a deferred pain anesthetic. You lost some of your fingers? Cut off your leg, then you won't feel the pain in your fingers. Hell, if we're getting pistol whips, we can't have it all bad. Oh yeah, my lab equipment should arrive around...