Recent content by Jocelyn Tashiro

Jocelyn pushed one of the sleeves of her jacket up for the umpteenth time as she examined the rusted-out circuits of a nearby vending machine. The jacket was borrowed (read: stolen) and slightly oversized. She had not had time to pick up something that was tailored to her, or even generally her...

Jocelyn watched the two men coolly, leaning back against the cracked red vinyl of the booth. She folded her arms over her trim midsection. "According to the photos the fixer sent, they aren't using Soviet tech for their security system. Best I can tell, it doesn't interface with the NC without...

It had taken some finagling, and there had been a couple of outraged regulars who were incredulous at the idea that the diner had already sold out of lemoncello pie by the time they arrived. All the waitress could do was apologetically smile and shrug and explain that a group of dockworkers had...

Sal -- what kind of name was Sal? -- did not inspire great confidence in the young netrunner, if truth be told. She watched him approach, knowing somehow that her hopes about one of the Valentinos in the parking lot was over and done with. He looked worse for wear. Christ. Then Nikolai asked a...

Jocelyn regarded the man curiously, her dark eyes narrowing a little as she took in his features. If you could look past the intimidation of it all, he might have been good looking, but all Joss could think was that he looked like he could fold her in half like a book without much effort. It...

The man who entered Chubby Buffalo's after a few moments was tall and broad, and he looked somewhat worse for wear. His countenance had a look that brooked no nonsense, based on his conversation with Vickie -- if you could call it a conversation -- so much so that she found herself secretly...

Chubby Buffalo's - The Glen, Heywood 2039 Local Time The fixer's text had been clear. Meet the crew at Chubby Buffalo's in the Glen at 8:45 tonight. Far corner booth. No badges. Jocelyn Tashiro arrived a few minutes early to scope out the place, but it looked like she was the first. The...

Joss's eyes lingered on the jewelry for a moment until Queenie pulled her tablet over to show her the tree she was currently working on. "That's stunning," Jocelyn said, studying the picture, taking in the design and the detail. "There's something quite -- "A pause as she struggled to find the...

It was an unusual name, to be sure, but beautiful too. "Queenie," Joss echoed, her lips twitching up at the edges into a faint smile. "That's a pretty name." The offer of eddies rather than a tattoo struck Jocelyn, and she had to thoughtfully consider it. She was saving up for a new cyberdeck...

"That's -- that's really nice," Jocelyn said. It was very generous; she knew tattoos weren't cheap. That understanding was accompanied by a slight niggle at the back of her mind that she didn't recognize right away. Like a clue in a mystery holo that you didn't pick up on until the detective...

Jocelyn didn't know what possessed her to make the offer, but the delight the woman showed at the prospect made it all worth the while. "Don't go telling people, or they'd all expect Lemoncello Pie, and on wheels to boot," said Joss with a wry look over her at Queenie. "Two months ago we found...

Jocelyn stood on her toes to be able to more closely examine the drawings. A native of Night City, born and bred, she could only ever remember seeing flowers in Valentino graffiti and tattoos, maybe the occasional piece of old clothing. Never in the wild. She had heard rumors that there were...

Jocelyn had worked the overnight shift at the all-day, all-night diner where she had her day job. Her feet were sore and she was tired, but at least she had a few rolls of eddies to show for her trouble. She had found that unbuttoning the top three buttons of her uniform blouse was a sure-fire...

Jossy's jaw ached and she realized she had been clenching her teeth in frustration. There were too many goons, and more coming, and not enough time or RAM to set them all on fire. She glanced distractedly at @Ryan Graves, nodding urgently at his suggestion. "Good thought," she muttered, and she...

Something was -- off. Jocelyn couldn't put her finger on it, not until a moment before it all erupted, by which point Redline was already in motion. The man's a pro, she would reflect later with not a little hero worship, but in the moment, she was too busy being hauled over the bar to safety...