3694/Backup to the main drive

Backup to the main drive
Date of Scene:	05 October 2020
Location:	Office - Fisk Towers
Synopsis:	Future plans laid into place with Sally Houki and Mr. Fisk.
Cast of Characters:	Wilson Fisk, Sally Houki

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Wilson Fisk has posed:
A few months ago, Mr. Fisk heard of a woman who can make sure that business never truly ends with your life. A call is made, arrangements are put into place, now he is standing in his office watching the city out of his giant windows, his hand is holding a coffee cup. In an ornate mug shaped like a skull, as he sips the coffee, slowly waiting for the arrival of this specialist.

He had cleared his calendar for the day. His secretary was to redirect anything, tomorrow he is in the office. Still, he is curious about this process, what it is, and well who is bringing it to him. Walking back to his desk to sit down now dressed in a simple red suit with a black tie, hiding the bulk of the man with its loose-fitting nature as he slides down into the chair, his hands are resting on the desk as he waits now the coffee mug resting there grinning face pointed at the door.

Sally Houki has posed:
Sally does her research, of course, any time a new client reaches out. Fisk's reputation as an all around philanthropist and businessman assuredly doesn't trigger any immediate concerns for her. Why would they?

THat's why Sally, the young asian girl that has so far negotiated and nevigated her way into the office building. A conversation with Fisk's secretary later sees her being shown into the office. She is, perhaps, not what one would expect for someone named 'Uncanny Sally'. There's no colorful costumes, nothing really unusual about her. Just a normal looking (if cute) Japanese girl dressed in a pink t-shirt and bluejeans. The T-shirt is a Kaminari T-shirt because *of course it is*. She's an idol, a Goddess! Why wouldn't you want her face on your shirt?

In anqy event, she was distractedly looking at her phone when she was shown in and that's quickly put into her pocket.

"Mr Fisk," she offers, her distracted mien sharpening into focus on him. "I'm your appointment for today, obviously."

Wilson Fisk has posed:
Mr. Fisk rises to his feet slowly with that lazy way a man used to getting his way, as he moves forward, offering his hand towards the smaller woman."Hello there, Uncanny Sally. Welcome to my office, it is a pleasure." That voice is a rumble of pleasure, pleasant on the ear as he waves towards his desk, or the couch in the corner.

"Make yourself comfortable. Coffee, water, anything to eat?" There is a sofa in the corner, many chairs, and a balcony; it seems there are many options for this suggestion, as he walks over to pick up his coffee cup to sip it slowly with a content sigh of pleasure."You are no what I was expecting, but if you can do the work, who is going to complain."

Sally Houki has posed:
"No, thank you, sir. It's best not to partake right this moment. More. I already had my daily cups."

Sally pockets her pink, expensive looking folding smart phone and then approqaches him, taking a moment to size him up in a way that seems to almost not be looking at him, but *through* him as well. Her eyes dart this way and that, as if tracking something he can't see. Then she nods.

"Okay. It shouldn't be a problem. Yeah, I can do the work. I can make it so you can be somewhere else, and also here, at the same time. The price is steep, sure, but if you're expecting as much trouble as wealthy people often are, then you'll understand how useful it is. And I can say, your philanthropic record is *super* awesome."

She looked, okay?

"My service doesn't come cheaply, and I need to explain the process. Feel free to stop me when and if you have questions or need clarification, okaqy?" Staying this focused takes its cognitive toll on Sally, but, hey, she's a professioinal. This is her job. She's staying focused.

Wilson Fisk has posed:
"I see." Mr. Fisk nods slowly, watching her now, as he leans back into his chair. His hands resting on the desk, as he motions her to go on after the spilling of the information, his eyes locked on to hers with a little chuckle."I will stop if needed, but feel free to explain little one."

His hand is reaching to place his own smartphone, now silenced on his desk in case it is needed, as he waits now to hear the rest. His face is relaxed, curled into a soft smile, as he waits for the payment."The money will not be an issue, but the service is worth it sounds like, I just need a backup is all."

Sally Houki has posed:
"Sometimes, people do. Especially with the threats and dangers posed to people of means these days. There's no security like not being there, right?"

Sally spreads her hands, "but you can be there, or at least, a *version* of you can be there. I can create a version of you, pulled from you. Imagine driving down a road that divides in two and you go right. Normally, that's it, right? But what if it wasn't? What if I made the version of you that took the other road exist for a time? That's what I do. I create a Possible You, and that Possible You goes on to carry on as if it were also you... because it is, and is driven to do the same things you would do."

"Now, as you're probably wondering, 'what's the catch', there are some risks you'll need to be aware of."

Sally clasps her hands together in front of her, rocking back onto the heels of her feet. "First of all, there's a physical toll. You're not going to feel one hundred percent while your duplicate is created. For most people, it's no big deal, but it impacts some worse than others. Secondly, your duplicate is you, but it's also *not* you and you don't have specific or exact control over it. It may take actions in certain circumstances you might feel you would not have. You can't really be sure of that, but that *is* a risk. For most people, it's not a huge issue. For people with important business dealings, however, like yourself, it is something you'll want to be more careful about in how you decide to use my service."

Wilson Fisk has posed:
Mr. Fisk nods slowly as he waits now, his hands are resting on the desk. That mug is ignored as he listens to her speak, deep in thought waiting for everything to be presented, before he asks any questions.

Sally Houki has posed:
"Third, my service lasts twenty four hours. Longer contracts are possible, but the strain will mount. Fourth, you do acquire your duplicates memories when it ends. If you want to know exactly what they did, you'll need to ask them or someone who was with you -- which, obviously, can be difficult without giving away the game. Do you have any questions?"

Sally observes him, still slightly out of focus.

Wilson Fisk has posed:
"No, I will be in touch when I need said services. It is not a today thing but for the future." Mr Fisk is rising to his feet, as he opens a drawer removing his checkbook slowly, as he writes down with a pen quickly, signing it walking towards Sally handing her the check."For your services, it will be another soon as I truly need said services."

Sally Houki has posed:
She takes it, of course.

"This will be fine. Generally, I prefer to work with Cryptocurrencies or cash since what I do isn't exactly 'legal'." A quick smile from her. "Happy to help. Would you like a demonstration? It can help a potential client to understand what they're looking at."

Wilson Fisk has posed:
"I'm fine, I do understand the process." Mr. Fisk nods slowly watching the asian girl with a little chuckle, as his hand is brings that mug back to his lips."Of course, but this is counsultion work, there was no exchange of goods, now than anything else I should know?"

Sally Houki has posed:
"No," replies Sally, "I believe that I've covered the essentials. You have your way of contacting me if you need my services, and I will respond promptly unless I'm detained on another job."

She didn't even look at the check, actually, so far. Seems she trusts it'll match the fee that was discussed.

A smile.

"I'll be seeing you, then, sir."