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Ruski:
Sylvester sighs as he gets pinged on his fake license.
Well, at least that’s better than two weeks ago when he was simply over-drawn on his telcom account, and not completely cut-off like he was now.

If he had to hear one more gingle about how he could get double-food-stamp rewards programs signed up for free, or yet another job offer because he apparently really needed the money so bad that he should work at a stuffer shack…

Another sigh escapes his lips when he realises that whatever bargain basement telcom unit he’s going to be able to afford on 300 newyen, even with his ‘first customer 2.5% discount’ is going to be loaded to the gills with marketing software that is going to take a hundred bucks for another back alley hacker to chop into it for an hour, making it into something useable…
That brings the price range down to the 200 newyen ‘pay as you go’ telcoms.
Hmm… this one has buttons instead of a UI. How… quaint?
Maybe this one… it’s hard-loaded with the ‘hello kitty’ theme?
Or: a supped-up deluxe model; set to only operate within 20 meteres of an Aztechnology LTG link… it comes with a heads-up map of locations you can log in, and the option to backpay a grand to unlock ‘roaming’…

Sly walks away from the display, clearly this decision needed to be made with a little help.  He pours himself a 20 OZ cup of the Euro-Vanilla. “Fagg-a-chino” as his friend William Dukenfield (Currently incarcerated in Seattle) would call it.
Will always was a cheerful slot. The trumped up charges had grabbed up most of his friends and co-workers who were at the office when the powers that be decided to ‘roll up the red carpet’ on them.
Glancing towards the news stand he looks to see if any of his company’s information is making headlines all the way down here… no… (closing his eyes) sometimes it’s better just not to know.

Sly walks back to the phones and starts to look at the Aztechnology proprietary phone… sipping his coffee he starts checking the map; how loaded with spyware could it be? The coverage wasn’t horrible… well, it was better than his current non-coverage…
”How much of this is psychotropic, and how much of it is just going to be ad-ware tracking my habbits?”

Ingo Monk:
Eric frowns at the ARO bombardment.  He had almost forgotten how much the shacks annoyed him.  Still though, it was the only place open so his options were limited. 

Even though he knew where everything in the shack was, he always found himself wandering the aisles every time he came into one.  "Mmmm...apples..." he thought as he came upon the fresh fruit stand.  He pondered the fantasy of biting into a big juicy apple to drown out the AROs for a while.  Only a short while, as he eventually came back to his senses when some drool almost escaped from his lips.  After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, his senses returned and the ARO bombardment began again in earnest.  Nearing his acceptable limit, he heads over to the sim section and pretends to browse while he begins hacking into the shack systems.  He'd make the systems ignore his ID.  "What else..?" he thought.  He could turn off the computer voice, but that wouldn't be fun.  He could replace the voice with... "Neil."  Surely people would enjoy a muscle-bound Ork screaming at customers to buy Nutrisoy? 

After he leaves he'll need to erase any logs of his edits, or even presence.  He'd need something to do while enjoying his "...soy."

Zone:
She glared at the garish horror that was the Shack.  Hungry as she was, she hated the intrusive toxic neon dumps.  She shivered in the cold, and stamped her feet.  An Americar sluiced into the slot in front of the door and a pair of teens jumped out in a big hurry, she slipped in with them, and moved to the back of the shop as they couple satisfied their consumerism with a  pack of interesting prophylactics and giggled out into the weather again. Leaving the rest of the customers to wait out the barrage of comparative prophylactic products and options touted throughout...too much of this and she'd seriously consider the emp toy she'd been dying to try out

She found the fruit, not a large selection, but she picked up a few clementines, expensive but worth it.  She moved over to the heat -n- eat section and perused the soy dogs, pseudo-pizza, and nocho-ettes.  Maybe she was hungry enough for one of each....

kv:
((Layout of the Stuffer Shack))

kv:
Sly finds himself wandering the SIM chip aisle (Aisle 9) after picking up his latte, grimly remembering his former coworkers. He avoids the screamsheet feed subscriptions, as well as the few magically-themed pornographic print magazines, for those without AR. Seriously, who chooses to live in a sad lifeless world like that?

Sipping his woodchip-flavored coffee, Sly makes his way toward the disposable phones, popular with Shadowrunners, although rumors said it was for different reasons.
The Aztech ‘Jai Alai’ phone seems like the best deal, but it’s sealed in one of those indestructible plastic sheaths that prevents you from testing it, turning it on, or even pinging it until you’ve paid an authorized retailer and perhaps registered the device with the local Aztechnology corporate office.

Eric wanders over to the Sim section, where there’s a worker-looking copainhanging out, looking at one of the corporate leashes, aka PAN connection. You briefly silence the mental tirade that anyone who can’t solder together their own communications equipment doesn’t really deserve to enjoy the Sixth-World.
Eric browses digital anarchy as his eyes are jabbed by points of light on the Sims display. A millisecond of attention maximizes an advert for Beauty and her Beasts, the tale of one elven girl who loves many trolls, buy now for rental or to own! Brought to you by those caring fraggers at Horizon Media Corporation!

--- Quote ---Hacking on the Fly is a Hacking (5) + Exploit (4) Test. I’ll give you the +2 dice bonus for this test, but Codeslinger is only supposed to apply for one Matrix action, so you’ll need to choose one; Options are: Hacking, Spoofing, and Cybercombat.

The threshold to connect to the Stuffer Shack through the system Firewall is 2, +3 (to 5) for Superuser account, +6 (to 8) for Admin access. Refer to pg 235 of SR4 – Anniversary Edition for details.
--- End quote ---
Sundance hears the chime of the doors, and the waves of ARO wash over her. Luckily, the store has trouble keeping track of the SINless, so as she stomps the snow off of her boots and avoids the couple touching and slobbering all over each other as they wander past the marital aids to the pet food aisle, where they set up a sloppy display of affection.

Wandering to the back of the store, Sundance finds some packaged ‘fresh fruits,’ radiated to prevent spoilage, although the health warnings say some consumer groups warn that these products increase your risks of cancer.

Sundance can even see the AROs asking if they’re interested in alcohol, prophylactics, or local hourly motel pricings.

There’s a human dweeb holding a jar of pickles and looking through ice cream flavors, although he quickly pushes the lids back down when he notices you looking, and goes back to ‘reading labels’- he’s not fooling anyone, that gross fragger is sticking his fingers in the ice cream.

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