She strode into the holocade and scanned the crowd, finding a familiar profile. Samuel was at a Sword of Sanctity arena. Alyssalee moved to the rear of the arena so she could see what he was up to. ET games projected rudimentary audio at the back of the game’s arena, contributing to the social aspect of the holocade. Samuel stood with a group of low-levelers having an animated conversation, but her position didn’t provide a clear channel to hear the beamformed audio. Her best guess was he was teaching them some techniques.
“Hey, Samuel,” she chirped.
Switching context to RL, he said, “Oh, hey, Alyssalee.”
“Don’t take off. I’ll see you in-game.”
“Okay, yeah. You don’t go and speed off. I think you’ll want to talk.”
Cryptic, she thought and went to the arena next to Samuel. She slid on
