(Going to put this up one more time to see if there's any interest.)

Bing-bong-bong The time is now, eleven PM. How about another Boss Coffee...

The ad on the alarm clock went on but Dax ignored it. He wiped the sleep from his eyes, rolled out of bed, and lit a bent cigarette he'd left on the night stand that morning. He felt a little nauseous and a headache coming on, Just what I need. he thought. Dax set the cigarette down in an ash tray and stumbled the few feet from the bedroom to the tiny bathroom. As he walked in, the blue fluorescent lights flickered twice, then hummed to life.

The man felt older than he looked. His short-cut black hair was greying at the temples do to stress, his blue eyes looked hazy and bloodshot, and the once five o'clock shadow on his face was well on its way to being a beard. In short, Dax looked and felt like shit. He scratched his chin, thinking about how he'd gotten here.

He'd been a cop, a damn good cop too. But, after losing his arm in an underground pharmaceutical raid gone wrong, he'd been forced into early retirement. Dax had spent most of his pension on a cybernetic prosthetic, it felt the same as his old arm to his brain, but he still didn't feel the same. He hadn't bothered with the synthetic skin so the arm was coated in a navy grey of carbon fiber. Its surface shimmered slightly in the light of the bathroom.

After leaving the force, Dax left LA and headed west, across the Ocean to Japan. An old academy buddy was making a run at being a Private Inspector in the sprawling mass of neon and people that is Neo-Tokyo. It was mostly missing persons work, but it paid well.

Soon after getting settled in at the office, Dax learned that a lot of people went missing in Neo-Tokyo. So many in fact, that the police were now staying out of it, referring the work to private contractors like Dax. Kidnappings, amnesia, cybernetic malfunctions, bad trips, all were reasons people just, walked into the city and never came out again...

Dax sniffed and squeezed his eyes shut hard before opening them again. He turned the water on cold and opened the medicine cabinet looking for a small bottle of painkillers. He popped two of the white pills into his mouth and chased them with water from faucet. The water felt cold and refreshing as he splashed his face a few times before toweling it off. He was considering shaving, when there was a knock at the door.

"What? Who the fuck would knock at this hour of night?" Dax hung the towel back on the metal ring by the sink and walked out into the only other room in his apartment wearing nothing but his underwear from the day before. Someone was certainly standing at his door, a dark silhouette shown in the frosted glass window of the door. But it wasn't the burly outline of Hugh, his partner, this person was smaller, more slender. "A woman?" he asked under his breath. This looked like a set up.

He picked up his old service revolver from the night table and approached the door cautiously. Dax kept the weapon hidden behind his back, and slowly opened the door.

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Today I'm looking for femme fatales and dangerous dames in a scifi noir tale involving robots, hackers, illicit drugs and the shady underworld of Neo-Tokyo. I will play Dax, a down-on-his-luck private dick with a pension for vice and a shady past. Who will you be? A woman looking for help whose run out of options? A bad news dame from Dax's past? A broad who's unaware she's actually an android? It's up to you. This is pretty open ended so we can discuss more backstory and world building if you'd like or jump right into it.