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Silver Lining:A Train Bound for Nowhere (view source)
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If the PCs just wait around for him to return, there's a good chance he slips by them, and onto a passenger or cruise ship, because he has been tipped off that someone is looking for him, by Brock or Mary.
If the PCs just wait around for him to return, there's a good chance he slips by them, and onto a passenger or cruise ship, because he has been tipped off that someone is looking for him, by Brock or Mary.
{{CortexPool|name=Investigation of Suspects|description=This is investigation of the suspects who may be involved in the heist. This is a timed test that has 6 beats for the PCs to complete.|pool1_name=Investigation|pool1_die=8|pool1_count=3|width=20}}
{{CortexPool|name=Investigation of Suspects|description=This is investigation of the suspects who may be involved in the heist. This is a timed test that has 6 beats for the PCs to complete.|pool1_name=Investigation|pool1_die=8|pool1_count=3|width=20}}
== Scene 3 - The Chase ==
The El Rancho is a cowboy/western themed casino. The monorail concourse empties onto a 4-way intersection, 1 way goes back to the concourse, left and right lead to entertainment venues, and straight ahead goes into the casino.
Liam can be found at the video roulette tables at El Rancho. He's extremely cagey, so any indication that security is after him or the PCs are observing him, he will begin moving towards the exit, then escapes into one of the concert halls. If the PCs follow him in (hopefully the do) a chase starts. The room is pitch black, and there is shouting in a Japanese. All that the PCs can make out are the words "Diamond Dolls". The lights come up and four women in concert begin dancing and singing, the chase begins here in earnest, lights flashing and music thumping.
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|{{CortexPool|name=The Chase|description=This is a timed test with 4 beats to chase Liam down. as dice get knocked off this test, the chase will move from the concert hall, to the hallway outside, and onto the train back to the concourse, referencing back to the Cold Open|width=100|pool1_name=Chasing Liam|pool1_die=8|pool1_count=5}}
|{{CortexMinorGMC
| name = Liam Hutchins
| width = 100
| trait1 = Cunning
| trait1_value = 8
| trait2 = Crafty
| trait2_value = 8
| trait3 = Techie
| trait3_value = 8
}}
|}
Liam got the idea for the face scrambler from Freddie Slater. Freddie is a computer genius "but some mornings the guy doesn't know rabbit turds from rice krispies. He was fired for jerking off in the break room at THREE different casinos. Dude can't stay away from cartoons of people wearing Cydonian costumes fucking people wearing Phaestyn costumes or some shit like that. And then he stun-gunned his manager at The Fremont. No one will touch him at this point. Shit. I kind of feel bad for him, actually." When lucid, Freddie was an IT Manager at Pair-o-Dice, and he happened upon an old program built into the facial recognition software - probably left over from the mob days, so important people could come and go as they pleased. So many important guys from those times were either unceremoniously arrested or unceremoniously ejected out of an airlock that no one knows it was baked into all five systems. All it requires is some metallic makeup and an infrared light flashed onto the face every 10 seconds or less. The system replaces the face of the person with an AI generated face based upon an algorithm controlled by the frequency of the flash. Even more, the program was designed to not trigger facial recognition - so the same faces could show up at casinos without problem, or a face could change magically and not cause a problem. And it's coded to run at higher process functions, so before the recording even gets to the disk, the swap is made so simple hash checks on the recording won't show anything wrong. Freddie didn't figure everything out, but he did out how to control hair color and age. Finer details weren't so easy to figure out, so Liam has a preset of faces he mixes and matches with the other two he knows the values for. Unfortunately for Freddie, his medication "Like i said, he's got mental problems" was getting harder to come by. He was barely holding it together when the POD decided the *mid tier* management was getting the boot so they could use those rooms to book more customers, and that tipped him over the edge. "Honestly, I think all the shit he did was academic. Freddie's an OK guy when he's on his meds, he's no crook. I think he just enjoyed finding and fucking around with the system." A few months back Liam was helping Freddie... "Dude shit his pants, OK. I'm not proud, but i was helping clean him up. He doesn't like no one except Brock... hates me, but... you can't let someone stew there in his own shit pants, can you?" when he helped Freddie back to his tent "i... may have helped myself to some data chips, you know. payment for getting another guy's shit on your hands.". on those chips was "mostly that porn shit i was talking about. Cartoons of people in alien suits fucking other people in alien suits. I mean, if it was *just* Cydonians and shit fucking that'd be one thing, but why do they gotta be humans wearing costumes? Anyway, I come across this facial recognition shit.. along with some wiring diagrams ... I'm not good with that sort of stuff, so i asked Simon (Findelton) and Bella (Branca) to help me with put the stuff together before they left to get married god knows where. Mary was able to find me the makeup. BUt i didn't tell any of them what it was for... well.. Mary knows."
Liam got the idea for the face scrambler from Freddie Slater. Freddie is a computer genius "but some mornings the guy doesn't know rabbit turds from rice krispies. He was fired for jerking off in the break room at THREE different casinos. Dude can't stay away from cartoons of people wearing Cydonian costumes fucking people wearing Phaestyn costumes or some shit like that. And then he stun-gunned his manager at The Fremont. No one will touch him at this point. Shit. I kind of feel bad for him, actually." When lucid, Freddie was an IT Manager at Pair-o-Dice, and he happened upon an old program built into the facial recognition software - probably left over from the mob days, so important people could come and go as they pleased. So many important guys from those times were either unceremoniously arrested or unceremoniously ejected out of an airlock that no one knows it was baked into all five systems. All it requires is some metallic makeup and an infrared light flashed onto the face every 10 seconds or less. The system replaces the face of the person with an AI generated face based upon an algorithm controlled by the frequency of the flash. Even more, the program was designed to not trigger facial recognition - so the same faces could show up at casinos without problem, or a face could change magically and not cause a problem. And it's coded to run at higher process functions, so before the recording even gets to the disk, the swap is made so simple hash checks on the recording won't show anything wrong. Freddie didn't figure everything out, but he did out how to control hair color and age. Finer details weren't so easy to figure out, so Liam has a preset of faces he mixes and matches with the other two he knows the values for. Unfortunately for Freddie, his medication "Like i said, he's got mental problems" was getting harder to come by. He was barely holding it together when the POD decided the *mid tier* management was getting the boot so they could use those rooms to book more customers, and that tipped him over the edge. "Honestly, I think all the shit he did was academic. Freddie's an OK guy when he's on his meds, he's no crook. I think he just enjoyed finding and fucking around with the system." A few months back Liam was helping Freddie... "Dude shit his pants, OK. I'm not proud, but i was helping clean him up. He doesn't like no one except Brock... hates me, but... you can't let someone stew there in his own shit pants, can you?" when he helped Freddie back to his tent "i... may have helped myself to some data chips, you know. payment for getting another guy's shit on your hands.". on those chips was "mostly that porn shit i was talking about. Cartoons of people in alien suits fucking other people in alien suits. I mean, if it was *just* Cydonians and shit fucking that'd be one thing, but why do they gotta be humans wearing costumes? Anyway, I come across this facial recognition shit.. along with some wiring diagrams ... I'm not good with that sort of stuff, so i asked Simon (Findelton) and Bella (Branca) to help me with put the stuff together before they left to get married god knows where. Mary was able to find me the makeup. BUt i didn't tell any of them what it was for... well.. Mary knows."