The place was par for the course, and not terribly busy, least not in the section of the place she was heading to.  Most people it seems who wanted matrix access tended to be able to afford their own equipment after all.  Still, for mere nuyen - paid on her way out - she'd have access.<br/><br/>Once she was jacked in, her mind leaving her body into her 'avatar' to appear as her own design (however she chooses to look), it was a simple matter of traversing a tron-like version of Hong Kong's network to find the club at the speed of thought, though luckily she had the approrpiate address.  When she got there through the technological streets, passing by masses upon masses of videogame-inspired avatars on the net with security icons passing through now and then as mystical-ish creatures, then came the hard part: finding 3mp0r3r by his avatar, which for all she knew could have been changed all to hell...<br/><br/>Still, considering the myriad of interesting characters, she could just as easily go looking around...