“Hiya Omega, haven’t seen you in lightyears.†A bubblegum pink haired waitress chirped as he walked in the door, pulling a single ear piece out and letting the jumbled chaos of the packed pub wash partially over him.
“Distance not time Trix…†He shot in passing, having already spotted the table in a quieter corner where OC’s AR avatar slowly rotated. The TK had a great many AR Elements, non of them overly intrusive, most interesting was the window floating above the head of every patron displaying an alias and avatar, two dimensional picture of the users choice, which had its roots, like the name of the pup, in the online Forums.
Omega made his way through the crowd noticing the ghostly, almost cartoonish, “people†sitting at a few tables, these where the avatars of people in Cyberspace interacting with the patrons of the physical bar.