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Post by mechwarrior6 on Apr 11, 2006 14:26:54 GMT -5
(OOC: This is for anyone joining JDragon's game in Denver. I would like to assume that at least a few of us know each other before the run starts, and I think that roleplaying over the boards would be a good way to do that. If you want your character to remain one of those mysterious, xenophobic types, by all means refrain from joining in the RP. But for the rest of you, I encourage you to roleplay this out. With that said, here we go) The overhead security camera stares at you as the door to the garage buzzes, the lock disengaging. Breezing through the doorway, you find yourself in a large garage. Several work stands and piles of different kinds of components sit along the walls, as well as a locked storage cabinet. In one corner is a garbage can-sized object covered with a tarp, but the middle of the largely empty garage floor is a GMC Bulldog van. The sounds of Hank Williams Jr. singing "A Country Boy Can Survive" can be heard from the boombox unit next to the van. Also, a pair of legs in urban camo and military issue boots is laying under the vehicle on a rolling cart platform thingy (can't remember the exact name : As you walk in, a reedy voice accented with a southern drawl calls out form under the Bulldog, "Whatchu want chummer?"
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Post by Xeno Khan on Apr 11, 2006 19:06:45 GMT -5
A 6'7" Skinny Elf dressed in a ¥300 black and red business suit and black overcoat, also wearing black driving gloves, walks into the garage. What do I want? It should be obvious what I want. I want... crap! What the drek do I want? These thoughts play through Xenjis mind as he faces the Bulldog.
"Uh, my name is Xenokhan, my cousin told me to be here at this time and ask for Mr. Johnson. Are you Mr. Johnson." Man, this place is really different than Seattle or Oahu. What the drek is that noise being piped in? Some kind of native war chant or something?
Xenji twitched his long coat so that his Ruger was covered. Wouldn't want to get nasty in here, that sound is distracting. Man I need a drink right now... but nooo, Falconwing said "No drinking on the job if you want to see another day omae." Good advice, but a little drink never hurt me.
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Post by Mr. Johnson on Apr 11, 2006 19:17:16 GMT -5
I will need to know who is playing who so that I can modify your account accordingly, also make sure that the exact amount of Nuyen that you have is on your character sheets... the shop will still take some time to put together but the weapons that everyone has should be in the shop now...
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Post by Vince on Apr 11, 2006 19:24:20 GMT -5
(OOC:Me, Vince, is playing Vince (3rd Ed room member Braddoc). I can't edit my char sheet, but here's what the roller gave me <Braddoc> @3d6 <SnakeEyes> Braddoc Rolled 3d6 for a Total of 14 so 14x100=1400 nuyen, starting cash)
" 'Got that right" A human, around 6 feet high comes from the door, he's nicely dressed, wearing a blue suit, trench coat and fedora hat, his eyes are hiding behind a pair of goggles, which 2 different wires starting from his visual device, disappearing into his clothing. His square jaw seems to move for a second, before emitting sound again, with a tick East-coast accent " 'Got a nice place here, 'was wonderin' if aa..'ya were lookin' for a mechanic, I'm new around here-a, 'thought I could maybe offer my skills to da locals, 'ya know?" He walked around the shop while talking, looking and picking up random objects from the workbenches. He pulled out a cigarette, which was quickly lit. " 'Got my own tools too, so I won't mess with yours, I'know-a how some people don't like have people messin' with their stuff."
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Post by mechwarrior6 on Apr 11, 2006 20:51:59 GMT -5
The figure underneath the Bulldog kicks slightly, and then glides out from under the van. He is a small for an ork, with narrow shoulders and thin, if muscular, limbs. A ballcap depicting the logo of the Louisville cardinals holds down a mop of unrully dark hair, and a goatee frames his mouth where a toothpick resides.
Squeak laughs. "Look at me. You ever seen a Mr. Johnson with grease stains all over him." He guffaws. "Nah, I ain't hiring anyone. I'm the talent, just like you folks. I thought I'd invite y'all over so we can get to know each other a bit before the run. I always did find that men work better together when they know each other--pappy always did say that."
He glance suspiciously at Vince. "Speaking of Pappy, he had another saying: no mechanic worth his salt touches another man's tools without asking permission. I'd thank you kindly to keep your paws off the 'ware."
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Post by Vince on Apr 11, 2006 20:59:45 GMT -5
The human turned to face the small ork, whitout loosing eye-sight, he dropped wrench he was holding on the floor, letting out a not-so innocent 'Oopps'
"My old man told me to know yer workplace, but since this is a social thing, better drop dha work huh?"
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Post by mechwarrior6 on Apr 11, 2006 21:10:22 GMT -5
Squeak scowls at the human for a moment, then gets up from the floor. He stalks across the room to the bench and picks up the wrench, putting it back in its propper place. He turns back to vince and works the toothpick around in his mouth for a minute as he stares at the grease-ball of a human. Then he abruptly offers his hand. "The name's Squeak."
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Post by emyj on Apr 11, 2006 21:18:03 GMT -5
Walking around the corner entering the garage an average looking ork walks in wearing a dusky grey long coat standing a little over 3 meters tall. He grins and nods toward the other ork and looks towards the others standing around.
"Ello heard there was a meeting goin on here to meet some people lookin spend a little time together."
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Post by Vince on Apr 11, 2006 21:20:57 GMT -5
The human watched the small ork picking up the wrench and putting it where it belonged. He observed him while the ork was observing him back, trying to spook him or something. The ork raised his hand "The name's Sqeak". The human raised his hand, going for Sqeak's, but he continued raising his hand, until it reached his cigarette, inhaling the sin-stick's fumes and exhaling the smoke through his mouth "I'm Vince. I"m the driver."
(OOC: crap, 3 meters? d**n that's tall for an ork)
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Post by mechwarrior6 on Apr 11, 2006 21:27:48 GMT -5
Squeak scowls at him. "Driver? Hell, you don't even have a datajack," he says, looking him over in case him missed something. "What the hell kinda driver worth a hillabeans don't have a jack. And don't tell me a "natural tallent" or any of dat, 'cos we both know that's a crock of nuts."
Before the other man can respond, squeak looks over to the ork--if not a familiar face, he was at least a similar one. "Yeah, that would be us. Vince over here was just introducing himself." He pronounces the name with profound distaste. "They call me Squeak. And you are?"
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Post by emyj on Apr 11, 2006 21:33:53 GMT -5
"Name's Hez. I take it this is the right place?"
Walking over towards Squeak he holds out his hand with a lite smile.
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Post by mechwarrior6 on Apr 11, 2006 21:39:05 GMT -5
(This autoformatting is killing me. We gotta ask Johnson to fix this.)
Squeak takes his hand. "Yeah, this is the place. I just thought maybe we'd all get together and get to know each other a little better. Like I was saying before, a unit always works together better when they know each other, so..." He shrugs, the unit tattoo on his arm bobbing with his shoulders.
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Post by Vince on Apr 11, 2006 21:40:12 GMT -5
Vince grinned at Squeak's puny attempt to grab the job. "Yeah kid, keeps puttin' yer faith into a 'jack, yer what? not even 25, I"ve been dooing da drivin' for 10 years now, so it's skills, pure and simple, you're the aaa..back-up on this job."
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Post by emyj on Apr 11, 2006 21:42:31 GMT -5
OOC think I got everyone char on there account now hope i got name right for everyone
"Sounds like a smart thing anyone know what we gonna be actually doin?"
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Post by mechwarrior6 on Apr 11, 2006 21:43:42 GMT -5
"You know oldtimer, where I grew up, I was always taught that you respect a man when he invites you into his home. Evidently you skipped that lesson in school. Maybe it's not late for you to learn, 'neh?"
He glances at Hez. "Nope, no clue. With the way things operate in this city, it could be anything, but my money is on something having to do with smugglers. They're all over this city like flies on a turd." At the word "turd," he flicks his eyes at Vince.
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