"Sounds like an idea..."
>You find your bike in your shed
>Oh yeah, your apartment has a shed. Useful for stuff like this
>You adjust the seat to what you think will be appropriate
>Helmets are for pussies
"Alright, safari, let's roll"
>You manage to get the bike outside, even though the handlebars seem to have made it their mission to make you miserable
"Alright, try to keep up, tiny equine!"
>You bike off towards a part of town you always did like biking in before
>Also, fuck bike seats
>Seriously
>Safari just giggles and heads after you, not in a full gallop just yet
>That changes when you get some downhill momentum
>Sweeeeet!
>You'd forgotten how fun biking was
>Safari keeps up with a decent amount of effort
>"Gonna have to do better than that, biped"
>She winks and kicks the speed up a gear
>It
>Is
>On
>You shift gears and pedal like mad after her
>You're relieved that there are so few pedestrians obstructing your path 
>Most are probably at work
>You're side by side with her
"You said what?"
>"Hah, granted, you've got decent speed, but have you got endurance?"
"Let's put that to the test"
>The two of you tear through the concrete jungle
>You'd forgotten half of this stuff existed
>After god knows how long, you and her both slow down to a more comfortable pace
"Safari, time?"
>"2:57 PM. We ought to get going to our little appointment."
"Yeah, although I'd like to swing by home first. What's the quickest route?"
>"Calculating...Down Moot road, then take a right at Puddi avenue."
>You nod and head there with her
>It's fascinating to you how the city's put together
>You arrive home, locking your bike outside
>You decide a full shower would take too long, so you take a, as your dad called it, hooker wash, then activate the Axe
>Then you grab a bag of essentials and head outside again, where Safari's guarding your bike
>"Wuzzat you got there?"
>You grin
>Little miss know-it-all 'I can access the internet with my mind' isn't omniscient after all
"Oh, I figured I'd bring some snacks and drinks to share. As well as a shit-ton of d6'es, considering this is Shadowrun.
>She nods
>"Makes sense. We should get going, so just follow me, aight."
>You nod and do so
>You were expecting more health-nuttery from her
>Maybe you got the wrong impression
>Maybe
>You've yet to meet someone who can outsmart boolet
>So the trip actually goes pretty fast, or at least that's what it feels like
>You arrive five minutes early
>Knock on the door
>Get on the floor
>Walk the dinosaur
>Except not really
>Tall guy opens the door
>"Hey! You're Anon, correct?"
>You nod
"Yep, that's me. Et vous?"
>You shake his hand and hope he understands your high school level french
>"Me? I'm Leif, the GM. This-"
>He gestures to the interior, where the rest of the group are sitting, some waving at you
>"-Is my pad. And say, who's your friend?"
>Safari reaches out a hoof for him to shake
>"I'm Safari, Anon's browser pony AI companion. I was the one who took contact, considering, you know, the whole browsing thing."
>He nods and invites you in
>You step inside, and it's a pretty chill place
>In fact, chill seems to be the rule here
>The other players are pretty 'lax, and surprisingly easy to talk to
>You do have a few awkward slip-ups, but no-one seems to judge you that harshly
>You quickly roll a knife-guns-and-firey-doom elven mage
>You'd forgotten how fun character creation and gear shopping could be
>One other player has a dwarven street samurai
>You point out that from the description, he sounds like cyber-gimli
>He laughs and agrees, but points out that his character is also irish and sounds like the thing on the lucky charms box
>That gets a good laugh from y'all
>Safari seems to have hit it off with another AI companion you hadn't noticed at first
>This one seems less anchored to one form
>Though she(?) always keeps some tattoo-like markings around the eyes
>Neat
>Reminds you a bit of some cartoons you saw as a kid
>Whatevs, no time to get distracted, the GM's talking
>The session goes pretty well
>There are some good fights (lovely, lovely acid spray spell), some decent roleplaying, tons of fun banter and jokes
>One guy, Noah you gather his name is, seems like cyber-batman except with copious amounts of explosives, supersoakers, DMSO and neurostun
>You admit you feel a tiny bit like the outsider, but that's probably 'cause you haven't met these people before, while they seem to be friends from before
>Even so, with a teeny nudge from Safari, you do share with them who you are and what you do. Well, sort of, some things you gloss over with a wink, and they wink back
>In conclusion, this is great success
>How had you not done something like this before?
>Apparently, there are pretty cool people out in the world, if you can just find 'em
>Not that you're complaining, but it almost feels like this went too smooth
>Oh well
>At the end of the session, you schedule the next game
>You have to admit, you can't wait a damn week for the next time
>Holy shit, you're actually giddy
>You and safari take your leave, and head homewards
>It's like, midnight or something
>Oh, shit, right, you forgot your raid tonight
>Shit
>Sigh
>You'll just have to explain what happened
>Safari seems pretty satisfied with how things turned out too
>"You have fun tonight, Anon?"
>Her question sounds almost absent-minded, she seems more preoccupied with star-gazing
"Mhmm."
>"Cool."
>You reach down and scratch behind her ear
>She coos gently and leans into it
>Then you decide to bike off and leave her in the dust
"Race ya home!"
>She frowns, but quickly cracks into a laugh and runs after you
>You notice that gorging yourself on snacks before physical activity was not a good idea
>You don't feel so good
>You slow down
>Okay, okay, focus on not letting stuff come up
>You wouldn't want to paint the sidewalk nor Safari with puke
>"ey, you alright?"
>Safari trots beside you, looking worried
"Yeah...I think so, I'll just take it easy on the way home."
>She nods and the two of you continue back home
>You stumble in the door and put away your bike
"Hey, Safari, I was thinking of going to bed, but before I do, are you hungry?"
>She looks at you and thinks briefly
>"A little bit, actually, but I'm not sure it's a good idea to go to sleep on a full stomach."
>As if on cue, her stomach rumbles
>"...Okay, you wouldn't happen to have something that's not greasy, meat or both?"
"I...have noodles, so I could get you a bowl of that, although without the beef flavoring, I suppose it would be a bit flavorless. I do have some spices, though, that sound alright?"
>She nods
>You set about making that bowl of noodles, spicing it to perfection
>You figure she probably doesn't need chopsticks when she's got magic
>You set it down
"Here ya go. 's hot, though, fair warning."
>"Appreciated, heard and thoroughly ignored"
>She sticks out her tongue
>Still smiling though
>She levitates up a few noodles and rolls them into a little ball, then blows on them and pops 'em in her mouth
>Her face lights up
>"Fuck, Anon, I didn't know you could cook like this! This is pretty damn good!"
>She greedily devours the noodles and the soup
>You put the bowl in the sink
>You head to the bathroom and brush your teeth
"Hm, now how do we do the whole sleep thing? I imagine you might like to have a bed of your own, but this far, I've not got anything like that."
>"Eh, so long as nothing funny happens, I'm not opposed to sharing a bed with ya."
>You give her a thumbs-up
>Then laugh when she tries to copy the gesture
>Both of you get in bed
>She trusts you enough to lay pretty close to you