@Lady N
Kapool
Subject: Let's Meet!
Hey there Mystery X! Let's Meet! I think I'd like your opinion on something!
-Kapool
PS: 1773, I'm feeling pretty blue so I'll be packing my umbrella, I think it'll rain.
(ooc- Boston Tea Party, Blue Drink Umbrella)
Cheers~!
"But there's no way right?"
Chuckling to herself, Kepler swirled her black tea with her blue cocktail drink umbrella. She was currently sitting in the only tea house located near Stokbon Harbor. Looking out from her terrace table for two, she saw not the modern-day tourist-ferry watering hole, and she didn't see what she remembered from the history books of a commercial trade district on the verge of rebellion either----No, what she saw was fishing boats. Lots of them. It reminded her of Moby Dick.
"Ah... I should've called myself Ahab..."
Sipping her over-sugared tea, Kepler sighed. This was bliss. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, just a bit after one, as the girl contentedly waited, completely expecting nothing.
"I mean... I shouldn't be surprised if someone from the Net Church got a hold of the game before I did, but that thread poster really sounded like a member of one of the more radical factions. That could be a problem. Well... the transcendentalists are radical too I guess... but she'd be more along the lines of a..."
Conspirator. A more radical wing of The Net Church, not because they ever really did much of anything, but more because they were a group that were convinced that the solution to finding the 'center of the internet' lay somewhere in the physical plane of real life.
An old server sitting in DARPA's basement or something.
Kepler giggled.
Well, it's not impossible, but even if that were the solution, where's the fun in that?
Almost dangerously lost in thought----even for a potentially dangerous meeting that she was sure would never happen----Kepler none the less noticed someone approach her. It was a girl about her age. Kepler's eyebrows shot up in surprise for a few moments before she winked.
"Hi there miss, looking for a table? I was just getting to feeling a little lonesome~ You can call me Ishmael."
Kepler smiled.
Whoop! Maybe it's a Netchurchy after all. I mean we're the only ones who'd bother with such a painfully vague message.
Kepler deeply sighed in her mind. Though a Conspirator was the most likely to commit a physical crime in the real world, the real risk of dealing with one----was losing a significant amount of your time. It was just a fact of life that conspiracy nuts loved to chat.
Oh well, Kepler thought, Just from the look on her face, she does seem like a rather knowledgeable person.
Raising her hand, Kepler waved someone over to take her new acquaintance's order.
Every situation is an opportunity to learn new things. Let's just hope she's a kind and helpful Senpai~
