Thanks! I wanted to give you a variety of poses or looks. Thought it would be helpful to include some with a glass (since it's in a bar) and maybe some that could be used for outside shots.

It's happening.



The WGB Neuromancer's Club: where inner cyberpunks jack in.



"He'd found her, one rainy night, in an arcade.
Under bright ghosts burning through a blue haze of cigarette
smoke, holograms of Wizard's Castle, Tank War Europa,
the New York skyline..."

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Glorious!

I knew that glass picture would come in handy!

Good work, TM!

excellent

That one with the glass is fantastic

Fanks! And thanks to Meru for the pic!



We could use a Ratz...

Bravus looks so awesome!

A few old pics with shades :






(we have no idea who the guy is, but we find him funny)








(this whole post feels so egocentric... more than usual)

Nice, thanks Arkan!

Also, I still need two actresses for the memory and the pink magic woman. These might get a bit more involved in terms of the shot positions but not too bad.



memory

She reminds him of greener pre-war college days in Toronto. Cozy late night rehearsals at the theatre with the art-smart redhead donned in roseate velvet. She'd been second string Miranda in The Tempest that deserved first, but for facial features just off the particular moment's Covergirl specifications. She was a caged spirit in an age before affordable beauty. An age before the strands of finely printed incantation that once held The Networks together were blown adrift on a tempest of infringing and user dreams. Back when celebrity was still an elemental resource, hoarded like magic or the remains of dead things, refined into fuel. Vials of starpower, clutched by decrepit wizards perched in glass towers, constructing a dispersed panopticon of megapixels and wifi that would ultimately be their evolutionary demise. She was immune, enchanted against such spells of dark discourse, and would ward off those trains of thought with a smile of the eye, "I just don't let it get to me. I'm happy just to be acting, doing something I enjoy." He remembers the calligraphic arch of her brow as she would elaborate on the finer points of Joy Division, Neil Gaiman and miscellaneous Victoriana. The way he eventually lost her with digressions into quantum consciousness, evo-neuro-psych, the Anarchist's Cookbook, and cold syllogism;

"I didn't land that contract I wanted.

Therefore all humans are pedophiles or stupid or a celebrity.

I think I'll grow my beard out."


pink magic woman

He jacks his neural uplink in to WoG, into massively multiplayer, consensual hallucination. Opalescent wings, elven eyes, the fragments of a hologram Rose weave themselves together, and she dances, pirouetting across the royal ballroom masquerade in his mind. Young energy makes him feel mean and old. Laughing, close. She smells of cinnamon and dreams devoid of Edge and all this unflinching, high contrast reality. Hi-def dreams, where economy is an NPC and Adventurer is an occupation. Good dreams, and she beckons him into their warm embrace with a practiced touch. His mouth is filled with the taste of pink and he hears the feel of down feathers as all his dead channels come alive with ecstatic signal, the stuff what she is made of. All he wants is to laugh and cry, chat and *hugs* and eat pie and look at kittens and menstruation seems so fascinating and he's thinking in emoticons and and. The zeros and ones melt into ribbons of pixie dust, and all that bleak seems so distant and stupid and imagined and pointless, like a theme park he suddenly remembered becoming lost within. Silly-jism. Fuck corporations inc, fuck the viral recognition sharks, fuck fish, fuck evolution. I want a unicorn.

An 8-bit, metallic clang, and her perfectly modeled rose-petal lips are caught in an infinite one-second-loop pucker in his mind's eye, like some demented editor's joke of the closing shot. His third, pink pinky missed a hammer-on, cutting the rock guitar track out of the mix and shattering the fantasy of a four-hundred-note streak. He mutters a curse against American gods and post-national entities for corner-cutting in the arm's response latency. "Shit, wifi still iffy in here."

I approve heartily TM. Let me know if I can contribute anything in particular.

Will do!


I tried to make a list of some other things I could use. Anyone who wants can pick one or more of these and give it a shot, go for it. Also, if you have an idea that you think might fit, let me know; again, creative input encouraged. If something really starts working, we can maybe even make some new plot.

(*Note these are not all absolutely necessary but will help to fill out the place.)

- Characters with Blackberries, iPhones, listening to iPods, or "sci-fi" devices like eye-computers or Gargoggles. Using laptops to go on to the WGB or other forum or Myspace or Google or whatnot. Sitting down at tables, at the bar, standing up playing the arcade games.

- Characters making videos with a webcam or cell phone or other device.

- Somebody reading a pirated PDF of Neuromancer might be cool.

- Someone using a Minority Report or other virtual reality interface to shop on Amazon or go on WoW, etc.

- Celebrity construct (i.e. Rei Toei) on a pod, webcamming themself onto Youtube would be cool

- Someone to be Neuromancer and Wintermute. If this happens I'm gonna probably go for a visualization similar to the "floating head" among the neon lattices and pyramids as in the Neuromancer PC game. I'm thinking someone might be watching a commercial for "Neuromancer-Wintermute WoW Gold and Character Farming: for when you need your level 70 Tauren Chieftan faster than humanly possible"


I think GR is going to try and do the Pink Woman and I'm seeing if Misty can do the other character from the memory. Bravus is going to be doing a rendition of Ratz which I am quite eager to see.

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Ironically, the only digital photon scribe I own is on my Blackberry . . . . .hmmmmm.

mhmhm.


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I can be teh Finn?

*wipes Dr. Pepper off his screen*

That's great stuff man! "I'm gonna hax you kids."

Go for it, get your Finn on.

@Aleph:

Blackberry-snapshot yourself in the mirror Blackberry-snapshotting yourself to be in the webseries you're being in!

Meta multiplier x 4 bonus points for the win!

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Ok . . here are two. Tried tweaking hue/saturation . . .added Gaussian noise. . . .

Cheesy . . . oh well . .

"Cause I gotta have faith. I gotta have... faith!"

Cool Aleph, thanks!

Don't worry about the tweaking and stuff, I can do that later on.

Hey, TM, do you need anymore pics from me? I can take some when I get to Belgium. Or, rather, David can take them.