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Who: Odessa and Vicious.
What: Taking stock and touching base.
Where: Brock Marsh.
When: The day following Vicious' visit to Spike.
Notes: Beginning with a network conversation, moving into a log.
Warnings: Discussion of drug use.

She's been staring at the piece of magical technology in her hands. It's not like that time she was given her first portable CD player and she thought it was magic; the CiDs are actually magic, which makes them somehow untrustworthy to a woman of science. And above and beyond all of that, there's something wrong with it. Not just hers, but others' as well. She's seen the occasional slip up on the network - someone's filter gone awry so thoughts are shared with the cohort, sometimes a "wrong number." The biggest tip is in the reaction from the city's Militia. She's decided that it isn't just the riots to blame. She's seen the military reel after such events before. There's something else going on now. There was something else then.

But still, life is expected to go on, and operations are expected to move forward in the city. Odessa has rebranded Ophis Industries to Primacy Technical, Incorporated (and someone should slap her in the face for it), on the advice of one of her new benefactors. While the city is used to its denizens coming and going, it seemed better to re-emerge with a new name to go with the new face of the company Odessa inherited. And business has kept the young entrepreneur busy enough to cut back on her hours at the Glory Shada, taking appointments only, rather than working emergency. It's been nice, if she's honest. (She so rarely is.)

Her thumb presses the send button, and she waits for the screen to indicate that she's connected with a contact she's labelled Adam Yenrai. "Something's wrong," suffices as greeting. She keeps the video feed off, with tape over the camera lens to avoid any accidental broadcast. "I think we should meet at my building." Not her home, of course, where she's drawn the curtains and is decidedly ignoring the night life. "Can that be arranged?"