Some New "Threads"

A grumbling Mika walks through the doorway, composing a message for Jayce:

"FYI, you forgot to mention I'd be walking into an orgy back there, asshole!"

"Anyway, I'm gonna be kept here a little while longer... Be sure to give Bork some kibble for dinner."

With that sent, she mutters, "Geez, even dog chow sounds good at this rate...."she goes on to look over Altech's files concerning Bealite Inc.

The files are seemingly innocuous, holding details of imports and exports between the two Corporations. It isn't until Mika explores a file named Project ROXIE that she discovers any juicy information. Apparently an insider from Bealite had made off with these documents detailing a top-secret laboratory. The laboratory is under Bealite's Corporate offices deep in the Ring, sublevel 12. Mika had never heard of anything more than empty void beyond sublevel 7. She wonders how dense the security is down there and shudders.

Coming back to reality she finds Sal and herself standing in a large room full of outfits and clothes. However many of them are completely exposing or just too kinky. Between the jumbles of leather straps that are supposed to be clothes, and the skimpy outfits that have holes in vital areas, Mika can only find a couple outfits in her size. One being a full latex suit, black with red highlights.

She holds up the latex, considering it an option if nothing more modest can be found.

"Yikes. Sally, does your Mistress ever wear anything that's not . . . Kinky?" She gestures to, well, the whole room, arms wide and waving.

"Her personal taste is a tad more refined. This is the employee wardrobe room, are you not able to find anything to your liking?" He seems to stiffen as Mika calls him Sally. Mika gets the feeling he was about to suggest something but held his tongue after that quip.

Mika shows enjoyment at having caused him vexation. "Heh heh, what's the matter Sally Boi? Cat got yer tongue?" She flings clothing to the floor, a pile growing by the second. "So does she own this place?" Mika pauses for a moment with a schoolgirl outfit in her hands before noticing it doesn't have anything covering the chest portion. It joins the pile.

"Yes, the funds we invested before being sealed grew substantially under the watchful eye of our Guardian. It's enough to have bought the whole tower above us if necessary." He pauses, thinking. "Our Mistress is not exactly the direct owner but she's standing in until the organization gets on it's feet and everyone can be retrieved. Otherwise another Guardian will have to be appointed." He looks uncomfortable at the idea.

"You trust her, then? How long have you and that--psycho-kid been working for her?"

"We are her retainers, our loyalty is to her alone and her word is absolute. If we were not in her retinue then we would have no purpose in living. Ash is... troubled but not as mad typically, as you've seen. We have technically been serving Mistress Delphine for over 58 years...." Mika starts at that, even the best youth treatments can't make someone that old look as young as they all did, Ash in particular still looked just a couple years older than Mika herself.

"Oh. Wow. Mistress Delphine must be ancient then--" Mika catches herself a bit late. "Ack. Ya know, even I thought saying that was a bit much... Not that being old isn't sexy, coz ya mistress is hot--aw fuck, where am I even goin' with this...?" Mika's face falls into her palms. "I'm fuckin' food-deprived man! It's playin' tricks on my feeble mind! Where's the beef anyway?!"

Sal looks at Mika skeptically as she searches fruitlessly through the piles of clothes. "Are you really this sectors best hacker? As soon as you pick something you can go get food, the bar only has drinks so I'm sorry we don't have anything." He pauses for a moment, his posture softening before explaining further. "The Mistress and the two of us are only 'technically' older by 50 years, cryosleep does that to you."

Shamelessly, Mika starts stripping down in front of Sal as he speaks. She peels off her torn old clothes, her perky C-cups blossom in the room's dim lights. Working her hips side to side she slips her bottoms off and tidies herself up.

Shimmying the latex bodysuit up and over her skin it's touch is cool as she pulls it over her legs, accentuating their muscles. "Ayyyy! Noice!" She poses in the mirror. The suit clings to her form perfectly. The red highlights of the suit on her hips, core, and arms break up the shiny black that stretches from her feet to neck. Removing a band from her left wrist, she brings her hair up into a ponytail with it. "Did the three of you undergo cryosleep by choice?"

"Necessity is a bit more encouraging than choice. When it's either take a nap or a more permanent nap, it's easy to make the choice." Sal watches Mika strip and slide into the bodysuit, he seems unperturbed mostly...

"Well now you may go I suppose, Mistress Delphine will contact you and arrange another meeting soon." He guides Mika, newly clothed in the latex suit that suddenly begins glowing with soft red led strips up the sides and up and over her breasts, to the exit. "Anything else you'd wish to know about your new business partners?" He says with a bit of exasperation, a little annoyed at answering all Mika's questions.

"Nope. I really just wanted to see how long I could keep ya talkin' before irritation radiated your face, if I'm being totally honest." She says with a snort. "Tootles Sally!"

Mika jauntily heads out the exit.

Mika steps out onto the Topside street, off to the side of the main entrance which she sees is closed for the moment. A gathering of people stand outside talking loudly about how long they waited in line just for the club to be closed in their face. A taxi is sitting waiting for Mika, the Holo-driver waving her down as Mika steps to the street. "Greeting Mikayla! I am hired to take you wherever you want to go! Your fare is currently totalling 562 credits and counting!" The robotic voice is cheerful as it recites the ridiculously high fare, obviously the result of Jayce having it wait until Mika exited.

A ping on Mika's PDA takes her attention as a message from Jayce splashes across the display. "OMG OMG I thought you were DEAD