Kalos' Games #spacecopsic2 11/3/2017

DiscoDude: **---BEGIN SESSION---**
DiscoDude: **Session logging commenced**
Kalos: hacking goes here <@!Cyril>
Cyril: Alright
Cyril: Lemme get my sheet up
Cyril: First I'll get the info for keith
Cyril: !groll 19
DiscoDude: <@Cyril> rolled 7 (degree 12; success)
Kalos: be specific when you roll thigns cyril~
Kalos: what info?
Cyril: The doctors listed on his "surgery"
Cyril: When we found the brain transplant thing
Cyril: If any actual staff is listed, it might be useful
Cyril: Or we can definitely know they're hacking too lol
Kalos: There is in fact, a doctor name!
Kalos: and associated ID and all such
Cyril: <:alice:345679211144544266>
Kalos: THey're a human named Dr. Ralph Dores, they've been working there for a decade.
Kalos: they went to some big fancy mars university.
Cyril: Nice
Cyril: So I kinda figure they're an actual legit doctor and not a criminal or anything
Cyril: But might know something, should question later
Kalos: either he's a criminal or they swapped out the title for someone legiter
Keith: Well, either he's involved, or he might not be involved... We might try to track him down, like, what he was doing during the time I was assaulted
Kalos: Cyril: you look them up on the emplyee registry.
Kalos: they're right there. they work at a security officer station near the high fore end of the ship
Keith: "Cyril, what did you get?"
Cyril: "We found em, Victor's already gonna go looking"
Cyril: "They work here on the ship, security guards."
Keith: "Okay, that's good to know, but, what about the surgery thing?"
Cyril: "We have the doctor's name. Could still be faked, but someone should go talk to them."
Keith: "Hm, Cyril, can you track him to see what he was doing during the time I was being assaulted?"
Cyril: "Oh, good idea. I'll get into the cameras."
Cyril: ( <@Kalos> can I `jack in` to try and find the doctor on cameras when Keith was under attack?)
Kalos: Yes! roll CO
Cyril: !groll 19
DiscoDude: <@Cyril> rolled 8 (degree 11; success)
Kalos: You can't find the doctor during that timeslice.
Kalos: keep in mind
Kalos: if they're asleep
Kalos: they're in their room with no cameras
Kalos: so that's kind of a 1/3 chance assuming their sleep schedule is random
Cyril: Would I be able to see if they like, entered their room and didn't come out during that time?
Keith: That's very likely to be possible
Cyril: Not like they could've climbed out a window
Kalos: roll again, this is a different search type
Cyril: !groll 19
DiscoDude: <@Cyril> rolled 14 (degree 5; success)
Kalos: good enough. yea, they entered their room, and then weren't seen till after a 14 hour timeskip
Cyril: Okay, so I guess they probably weren't aware of the surgery, the kidnappers just hacked in a reputable doctor's name when they scheduled the surgery
Keith: Or
Keith: He's the hacker
Cyril: Oh my god
Keith: that's 14 hours inside their home
Cyril: Dr. Hacker...
Cyril: What if they're a brainhacker
Cyril: And have been mind controlling all the sec crew
Keith: Well, that's a bit far-fetched
Keith: BUT
Cyril: Far-fetched is my middle name
Cyril: Had a weird family
Keith: I do believe that you might pick on computer operations if you start doing brain transplants
Cyril: True
Cyril: "Hey, should we go have a talk with the doctor?"
Keith: "Well. A possibility, but I'm a  maid right now."
Keith: "Er..."
Keith: "Cleaning- Whatever, I'm a maid."
Kalos: Keith is ankle deep in *stuff*
Cyril: "Oh no. I'll figure out some plans, then."
Kalos: what will Cyril be doing?
Miri: "*Cyril!* Cyril Cyril *Cyril!* I'm going *stir-crazy!* I haven't done anything exciting since the butt battle at the water park! *Please* tell me you 1. have plans and 2. can fit a sexy pink cyborg catgirl into them?"
Cyril: "We might need to fight someone. You're perfect for the job."
Cyril: "We found the doctor who was registered for Keith's involuntary brain-transplant surgery. It's hard to tell if they're involved with the attackers, so we're gonna go talk to them."
Miri: *"Yesssssss."* She fistpumps. "Okay, so first we talk to them, and then I get to deck them, right?"
Cyril: "Hopefully there won't be any decking with the doctor, we just need to find out if they're involved."
Keith: "Please, no. We already had to go to court once."
Cyril: "We did find the actual attackers too, they're security guards... They'll probably need some decking."
Cyril: "Victor's trying to befriend them to get into their organization, but it's good to have a backup plan."
Miri: "Oh-*kaaaay.*" She pauses. "Do you think it'd help if I slipped into something skimpier? I think I can customize this biosuit to reveal a few more square inches of fur..."
Cyril: "I might need to check the doctor's spacebook profile to know about that..."
Keith: "We should find out if he's into that-"
Keith: "Yeah."
Miri: _cracks her knuckles. "Anything to help with negotiations. Also, if he tries anything, I'll *deck him.*" She grins; this plan makes sense only in her mind._
Cyril: "Good, you're the official decker."
Miri: *"Woo!"*
Cyril: (So we need to wait for Keith to get off work)
Kalos: (timeskip to ~4 hours later~) ?
Cyril: (If everyone's ready, yeah)
Miri: (sure)
Cyril: <:alice:345679211144544266>
Cyril: Who wants to make First Contact
Cyril: Note: That does not mean punch
Kalos: Adem, Cyril, and Miri all head to the dining hall
Kalos: ~~One of them ducks~~
Keith: (and Rhylex)
Amoni Steeltower: (^^^)
Kalos: him too!
Kalos: There's perhaps 50 tables, and 50 people total
Kalos: the mark is sitting off on his own in some corner- half eating, half staring off into ~~space~~ his implant, just like most people there
Kalos: It's all you can eat. and nobody knows Miri is a Cyborg.
Cyril: (Okay, who wants to go talk to him? Should I?)
Miri: (if no one else will, Miri will make the first move)
Miri: (and she *promises* not to deck him right off the bat)
Adem Nineball: (Adem should blend in and watch from afar)
Cyril: (Alright, Miri then, be careful haha)
Kalos: Miri: he's got a plate with some slices of meat on it, and lots of some sort of super genetically engineered not-rice/grain/whatever stuff.
Miri: (to be clear: we're checking this guy out claiming that we're curious what's up with our friend's surgery, right?)
Miri: (did he actually go as "Keith," or what pseudonym should she use?)
Cyril: (I dunno if we should use keith's actual name, but we didn't figure anything out ahead of time, I'm sure Miri can make up good fake-names lol)
Cyril: (Our friend Kevin...)
Miri: _saunters up to the man and clears her throat. Her hand is on her hip. She's trying her best to evoke the 'noir femme fatale' look despite being bright pink and succeeding admirably in her opinion._
Adem Nineball: "Alright, im gonna pick a table where I can watch over you guys, send some emoji, or whatever if you need me there.....might as well see what the buffet can offer" *Adem moves to a empty tables a few meters away where he can see the doctor clearly, while picking up a plate and filling it with meat and chilli. ~~Well space chilli, but not that it matters to him~~*
Cyril: _goes somewhere nearby to act inconspicuous!_
Kalos: He looks up to Miri, pausing for a moment as she looks at him, waiting for her to say something.
Kalos: (or if the silence lasts long enough..)
Miri: _glares at the man like an unhappy customer who is on the edge of civility but is more than willing to bring out the claws. At least, she's fairly certain that's the look she's got. It's been a long time since she's seen her mother give that look._
Miri: (what's the guy's name?)
Miri: (i missed it, somehow)
Kalos: Dr. Ralph Dores
Miri: "Dr. Dores," she intones. "I do have the right man, do I not?"
Miri: She's amazed by how easily her cyborg body can duplicate her mother's tone of voice from memory.
Kalos: "... Do I know you?" he asked, putting down his utensils
Miri: "You know a friend of mine. A Mr. Kevin Khlass. Allow me to introduce myself. The name is Elcidit Hazuth."
Kalos: "I believe you have me confused for someone else." he said.
Miri: "You are in the business of...*self-improvement,* are you not?" she says.
Kalos: "Oh! No, Not really, No. You're looking for some other surgeon."
Miri: "You're *certain?* Because Mr. Khlass has informed me that the...*treatment* I arranged for him fell through. He was *stood up,* as it were." The corners of her mouth turn up, showing off some sharp teeth. "I believe an explanation is in order."
Kalos: "I'm certain. I don't know any kevin- Most of my 'clients' if you call them that are trauma victims."
Miri: "Not even under a pseudonym? Rather heavily modified already, former human?"
Miri: _looks down her nose at him, as if fully expecting to catch him in a lie._
Kalos: "I work in the Emergency room, Hazuth."
Kalos: he stares back with *determination*
Miri: _transmits back to the others: "He's stonewalling me. Any ideas?"_
Keith: (LIKE PHOENIX WRIGHT)
Keith: (USE EVIDENCE)
Cyril: *"You could show him the schedule we have for the surgery he's registered for."*
Kalos: (he is up to contest will rolls, if desired, heh )
Cyril: *"He'll either be confused or realize we're onto him and cause problems."*
Miri: "You're only making yourself look *unprofessional,*" Miri snaps. Without any further prelude, she transmits the schedule to his implant.
Kalos: He glances at it pausing-
Kalos: "That can't be right."
Kalos: "Where did you get this?"
Cyril: *"Oops. Uh. Say we got it so we could keep up with what's happening to our friend."*
Miri: *"I'm* the one asking the questions," Miri says, planting both her hands on the table. "Are you or are you *not* the Dr. Dores on this schedule?"
Cyril: (Good interrogation skills)
Kalos: "That's my name on there. But it's not me."
Miri: _narrows her eyes at Dr. Dores._
Cyril: (Maybe we can recruit his help fighting these folks <:alice:345679211144544266> )
Adem Nineball: *In betwen each bite, Adem looks over to Miri and Dr.Dores, and resumes eating*
Cyril: (If I'm like, listening through implant, can I try to Detect Lies?)
Miri: "Then who in the name of the Unspoken *is* this?"
Kalos: (cyril: yes. at -2 for no visuals.)
Cyril: (Nice)
Kalos: "I don't know. This schedule just isn't correct."
Cyril: (So could I roll to see if he really doesn't know why his name's on here, or if he's faking confusion?)
Kalos: "If I was to do this surgury, I was never informed."
Kalos: (mhm)
Cyril: !groll 12
DiscoDude: <@Cyril> rolled 5 (degree 7; success)
Cyril: <:alice:345679211144544266>
Miri: (das ist gut)
Kalos: He *seems* to be telling the truth
Kalos: or you know, the whole 'believes his own lies' thing  )
Cyril: *"I think he's telling the truth, at least. Sounds genuinely confused."*
Cyril: *"Should we just take this information and leave him alone? Or try to recruit his help?"*
Miri: *[Damn, then where does that put us? What's my next move?]*
Cyril: *"Having a contact in the hospital where the targets are doing all this would help us."*
Kalos: "But its not usual for surgury like this to be *canceled.* at all."
Kalos: "Whoever you got that from, they're trying to deceive you."
Kalos: "and want something from me it seems."
Cyril: *"Oh, maybe just look really grim and say we know who did this, and we were making sure he wasn't involved."*
Miri: _peers at him, as if examining a mouse in a trap. "Very well. You will assist me in uncovering this *impostor.*"_
Miri: "You must understand. I have connections which have a vested interest in seeing future operations go...*smoothly.*"
Miri: "If we can resolve this *unfortunate* misunderstanding, they may be inclined to offer you assistance. And if they find you *obstructive*, well..." She shrugs, leaving the words "your safety and welfare cannot be guaranteed" unsaid.
Kalos: "You'll have to explain something to me first. Who is your friend? This kind of thing is meant for those who hardly have a body left."
Miri: "A tragic case of surgical addiction," Miri says, in a way meant to leave the truthfulness of the statement ambiguous. "A legitimate client all the same, however, and one of *numerous* on my docket."
Kalos: "you're... " he gets a bit of an angry look about it  miri gets a direct implant ping as he looks around *Are you a fucking slaver?*
Cyril: (pfff oh no)
Cyril: (Please do not pose as a slaver)
Miri: _shoots back an angrier look. *Hardly,* she pings back. *And I greatly resent the intimation.*_
Adem Nineball: (I think you are doing this *too well*)
Kalos: (he looks like he's ready to dodge a claw-swipe or something)
Miri: (do we have like a...backdoor comm address or something? a 'burner phone' if you will?)
Cyril: (To do what?)
Miri: (to give the guy, in case either 1. he comes up with anything or 2. we need to ping him)
Cyril: (You could just like, exchange space email addresses, even make a new burner account or something, since everyone has implants)
Kalos: (you could make fake comm addresses without too much trouble)
Miri: (thank you)
Miri: _'s expression softens suddenly._
Miri: "Here's my contact information," she says, sending him a burner account address. "If you come across anything we can use, do inform us at your *earliest* convenience. Likewise, if we need anything from you...you'll know who's calling. Until we meet again." She turns around and saunters off.
Kalos: he  looks at Miri as she leaves- seeming uncertain what to think of this, slowly returning to eating.
Kalos: note: Cyril: he didn't call for security.
Cyril: (Doctor frightened, mission complete)
Cyril: (Oh, good.)
Cyril: (Did he call for anyone else?)
Kalos: What now then?
Miri: *[I think you're right, Cyril. He's telling the truth. We got the wrong guy. What do we do now?]*
Cyril: *"Well, Victor is going to talk to the attackers we found, but he's [plot hole static]. Once he's ready we can go with him to provide backup."*
Cyril: *"They're a much more promising lead."*
Miri: *[All right. Oh, and Cyril? That was a hell of a performance, wasn't it?]* Miri giggles out loud a bit, well out of the doctor's earshot.
Cyril: *"Yeah. Your family was scary, huh?"*
Adem Nineball: *"A Damn good one..."*
Miri: *[You shoulda seen my mom at a restaurant when she WASN'T on business.]*
Adem Nineball: *"Hell....So, uh anyways, They were using his name to cover up the real person behind this?"*
Miri: *[That's not a lot to work with. Anyone could've pretended to be the guy, right?]*
Kalos: !end