Location post: Coliseum Stadium

[babylon_mod]

Characters: Everyone invited!
Location: L10 & L11, Coliseum stadium.
Time: Day 1, October 5th, 5 pm-->
Summary: A soccer match, corporation Giants vs. mafia's Tigers, it'll be a battle worth to see even if you don't like soccer. And a social event to remember.
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Middle Bleachers; beginning of the game.

[fedele_tempesta]

[ooc: And already sorry for a crappy post. Dead tired for some reason.]

Getting those seats in middle bleachers had been difficult. Going through the unofficial channels was an understatement worth a limb or two if certain people would find out what Gokudera had done. He'd had been forced to buy more than just few of those tickets, too, which now made it quite possible that he'd be sharing the experience with quite a few familiar faces when he'd rather have only one-- well, two was excusable. He had not given Yamamoto that many chances of avoiding it after all.

Gokudera leaned back against his seat while a shower of pink sparkles streamed across the stage, groaning quietly as gears shifted within his mind, as comfortably as brushing back the sleeve of his black suit jacket and the deep red button down, a mental command was given and a digital display appeared on his field of vision, slightly to the right.

17:11

Eleven minutes of wasted life.

Sofia waggled across the hologram desert, and threw herself down to crawl all on

[pioggia_leggero]

Yamamoto draped one arm over the empty bleacher seat to his left, half-watching Sofia's performance down on the field. She wasn't exactly his favorite of the pop starlets of the year, but he'd certainly heard worse, and her cheerful song kept his own mood buoyant.

Not that he needed much help with that, really. Yamamoto was naturally cheerful, even with the way his life had turned out.

He turned his attention from the singer to the situation closer at hand, the guard obviously unhappy about Gokudera's vetting of the rules. Fortunately, it didn't look like there was going to be a problem.

"Hey," he leaned over, head close to Gokudera's though his eyes never left the retreating guard. "Let's not get kicked out too early, huh?"

[fedele_tempesta]

Snorting softly, Gokudera plugged off the cigarette from the corner of his mouth with ringed fingers. The guys upstairs could smoke all they liked and he'd get kicked out because of one cigarette? No fucking way!

He lowered his chin for a moment, stubbornly. But truthfully, it wasn't so bad. They got good seats and the game was going to be awesome. Finally a way to show those corporation assholes that they couldn't win everything!

Glancing up at Yamamoto, there was a small curve of a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Until he hid it with his cigarette, sucking up the mirth under his skull patterned collar.

"...Like if I'd flick this at his neck?" he asked, pinching the cigarette between his thumb and middle finger, as if ready to actually flick it at the guard.

VR Stadium, Middle Bleachers; 5:15 pm

[cyberfly01]

It was practically identical, from the sweeping curve of the bleachers that wrapped dynamically around the field, to the faint scent of grass in the air that triggered memories of real soccer fields that few had truly experienced. This virtual stadium was an impressive technological feat, even by today's standards. The only differences were minor: instead of tickets, they issued passwords, and in the place of the "No Weapons or Contraband" sign at the entrance, there was plastered the notice: "No Unauthorized Programs." (Neither prohibition went heeded in either world, in any case

[ilutechshit]

The point of hacking into a game was not lack of money, but rather curiosity towards the level of programmers they had working with the security tonight.

Hovering, his geta clapped against the ground as he found himself taking form in a shadowy corner, just some ten centimeters above the ground. A small calculation error, nothing else. He examined himself for a moment, the color of his green kimono and the weight of porcelain mask over his face. Everything seemed to be working as he wanted, none of it blocked by the security programs. The lips of the cat featured in his mask twisted into a smile, following his commands perfectly.

Good. Now to see if he'd be detected eventually.

Glancing around, he spotted someone he was quite sure he knew, Spanner headed towards the other hacker between rows of benches. He took a seat next to Nagi, or Cyberfly as Spanner knew him.

"Enjoying the game?" he asked casually.

[cyberfly01]

[ooc: btw, please disregard last line bit of the tag above, as it was written way before the hacker forum posts went up]The opening performance continued on, the crowd going wild with every wink and smile from the starlet as she sashayed in high platform boots and slinky skintight leggings. She danced back and forth across the stage spewing out her most recent single that was topping the charts. It was a catchy little number that you would probably find on practically everyone's music player, including Nagi's. But then again, his player contained thousands of other songs, too

[ilutechshit]

"It's been eventful," Spanner replied with another twitch of lips. If you could call it that. Probably somewhat of an understatement. But that was something he'd not go into in a public forum if at all in any kind of forum. Not when there was a chance of getting caught. "Finishing some project, starting new ones, you know how it goes."

He lifted a knee on top of the other and observed as an intricate pattern ran across the hem of his kimono. Good, good, he could work his way around most of these programs it seemed. The game itself, it was just a secondary matter. And when he glanced at the arena, he paused for a moment to observe the setting, the players, the layout that was posted on the screens up above their heads. Of course he knew, and could see what kind of strategies both coaches were after. But it was really not that interesting, so he returned his attention to his companion.

"How about you?"