There are cyborgs and then there's cyborgs
WHO: Motoko and Kimiko
WHERE: The Stark Building (Kim's Lab)
WHEN: New Yearsish
WARNINGS: none
SUMMARY: The Major has a job for Kim
FORMAT: Log
"Is Miss Ross in?"
Motoko was dressed well, a sleek chiffon sweater under a pale, fur-lined coat. Her skirt was brief enough to be tantalizing without straining anyone's sense of decorum, accented by white heels. The security guard at the front desk of the Stark building looked up, meeting her eyes for the first time since she'd begun speaking to him and swallowed.
The Major smiled, leaning slightly forward to make apparent the slim, important-looking dossier she cradled in the curve of one arm. He stolidly insisted that while she was, it was highly irregular to let anyone in. But she smiled again, and shook her head solemnly.
"I understand, and I'm sorry, but I'm supposed to deliver this directly to her," It was surprising how plausible a lie could sound in that reasonable, polite tone, "Perhaps you could give me her home address...?"
Of course not. The man blushed to have it even be implied, and she pretended to coyly misinterpret.
"I didn't think so. Please, it'll only take a moment."
It only took a few minutes more to convince the doubtful guard to escort her through the building to the workshop that one Kim Ross called her own. Pausing in the doorway, the impeccable Lady and her nervous guard waited for the girl's attention- Motoko knocked on the doorjamb after a moment.
"I'm Kusanagi. I spoke to you over the network, some time ago?"
WHERE: The Stark Building (Kim's Lab)
WHEN: New Yearsish
WARNINGS: none
SUMMARY: The Major has a job for Kim
FORMAT: Log
"Is Miss Ross in?"
Motoko was dressed well, a sleek chiffon sweater under a pale, fur-lined coat. Her skirt was brief enough to be tantalizing without straining anyone's sense of decorum, accented by white heels. The security guard at the front desk of the Stark building looked up, meeting her eyes for the first time since she'd begun speaking to him and swallowed.
The Major smiled, leaning slightly forward to make apparent the slim, important-looking dossier she cradled in the curve of one arm. He stolidly insisted that while she was, it was highly irregular to let anyone in. But she smiled again, and shook her head solemnly.
"I understand, and I'm sorry, but I'm supposed to deliver this directly to her," It was surprising how plausible a lie could sound in that reasonable, polite tone, "Perhaps you could give me her home address...?"
Of course not. The man blushed to have it even be implied, and she pretended to coyly misinterpret.
"I didn't think so. Please, it'll only take a moment."
It only took a few minutes more to convince the doubtful guard to escort her through the building to the workshop that one Kim Ross called her own. Pausing in the doorway, the impeccable Lady and her nervous guard waited for the girl's attention- Motoko knocked on the doorjamb after a moment.
"I'm Kusanagi. I spoke to you over the network, some time ago?"