Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27049835-20180612000748/@comment-26892768-20180614011312

One of said pieces pauses, looking up from her work. Odd...why would she feel like that for no apparent reason?

Hmm. Perhaps something to think about later. Right now, she's getting back to work.

Becky looks at her computer screen, hands on her desk. Crow hasn't gotten any clients recently, so, naturally, that means she has to promote - and she's fairly sure this is by far the best way to do it. It'd taken some Lucre - and a bit of threatening via dangling certain persons over pits of acid - but she now had an AI that could track down potential clients through the internet and send them a promotional video. This should get some clients relatively quickly.

And so, the black bishop working for the black rook puts the program into action.