Dr. Ashleigh Connors
C.E.O. - Paladin Industries
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« on: September 09, 2006, 02:49:49 AM » |
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Like a curtain, the fabric of space time is pushed aside, and Dr. Ashleigh Connors, now of Octagon, steps out. Right behind him, steps a causal, yet impeccably dressed woman of average height. Her complexion is mediterranean in nature, and her hair is dark. The proportions are nice, lithe, and athletic, without being blatant. She wears clear lens glasses that might make others seem mousy, but she knows how to wear them to her advantage instead. In her hands is a larger, tablet sized version of Ashleigh's CODEC device.
"You know Sibs, that whole mess of space-time folding makes an assload more sense these days. Make a sticky note to reccomend a joint thanking, and simultaneous punch out of Tybalt Capulet to the Nexus. I'm certain we'll get enough support from both sides of the argument to pass the measure.", Ashleigh comments looking back at the woman and the space time curtain.
The woman scrawls something on her pad, and the raises an eyebrow. "Yes, Dr. Connors.", is her simple reply. There are hints of patronizing placation in her tone, but not enough to be considered insubordinate. More like a very long term professional relationship, between a cynical genius and his assistant.
"Well then let's get down to buisness shall we?", Ashleigh says grinning. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a glove of thin stretch fabric. Slipping it on he begins looking around, occasionaly making gestures at certain places. Everytime he gestures, CODEC makes one of its customary beeps, and the woman begins scrawling notes on her pad. "Sibyll, mark each on of these points for branding. Some holoproject, some physical implementations. Nothing bold, keep the taste factors." Ashleigh then turns his attention towards the areas where the bulletin boards stand. Towards these, he raises an eyebrow. "So archaic. Paper and pencil notes. Hmmm...we need upgrades. Sibyll, transmit note to R& D: 'Need true genercized frame of reference BBS. Physical implementation required. Tech interface desired. Matter to data transformation. Psi interface if possible. Add ink interface only as last optional goal. Overall goal something to allow all FoR's to feel comfortable, and cut down in archaic hand cramping input methods, for those not interested in backwater methods. Oooh...tell them to access the Comrade's interframe research notes, from the Uni-circuit project...provided he'll provide them.' For now though Sibs, I need a networked holosuspension brought in here stat. We need to put the word about the change out on the street. No such thing as bad publicity."
"Message transmitted. R&D say it'll take awhile, but they'll get blue sky schematics back to you by the end of the next week.", Sibyll replies. "Anything else?"
"Yeah, McCullin wanted us to look into the shitstorm over at the Diginet. And frankly, I could use a nice chai. Let's go. This is your first time out and interacting with the larger Multiverse. Should be a cakewalk, but feel free to hide behind me if you think its necessary.", he adds with a slight jibing barb.
Sibyll stops in her tracks and shoots Ashleigh a drop dead look, over the rim of her glasses. It then mutates into a grin, as she strides confidently in front of Ashleigh, towards the Diginet. Passing in front of him, she reaches up to let her hair down. The dark tresses fall down to about her mid back. Their is a strange quality to the wavy hair, as it has a shimmering flux, that makes it appear as there were faint energy currents travelling along each strand. She shakes it out, and shoots Ashleigh a smiling look of "What are you waiting for? Come hither.". Ashleigh then, grinning, obediently falls into step.
The pair enter the Diginet and look around. Ashleigh turns to Sibyll and inquires. "Listed employees?"
Without looking at her pad, Sibyll replies. "Main contact is Ms. Spencer J. Michigan, of House Delphi. Known associate of Soviet Esper Yuri. HR has cleared her."
"That was more than enough.", Connors replies. "Go order me a chai and a few biscotti, please Sib? And get yourself something for once."
"With pleasure, Doctor." Sibyll then walks upto the counter and waits, as Ashleigh grabs a table for two. Connors begins rearranging the condiments on the table, as if he was experimenting to see the various configurations possible, and see if there was one that was better than the others.
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