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Seattle
Nov 22, 2006 10:51:42 GMT -5
Post by boombaby on Nov 22, 2006 10:51:42 GMT -5
IC: You are sitting in a Triad bar wasting time waiting for something to do. So far your day has been really crappy. Earlier you were hassled by Lone Star for some shit reason, shortly after that you were mugged by 18 chromed-out troll Samurai (all they took was your left shoe), then when you thought nothing else could go wrong a different gang, on motorcycles, roars past you doing 120kph and someone throws your shoe at you hitting you hard enough in the head to start a small migraine. In short you needed a place to sit and get a drink. While paying for your drink you notice a male elf walk in and take a seat in a booth against the wall, he appears to be watching the front door. The elf was noticible mostly for him being an elf, where the rest of the bar was mostly human. Chinese. Triad. Chris knew enough of the lingo to get a drink and not get geeked. He spent enough time in the rougher parts of town to get by. He had a quick tongue and a smart brain. Least he thought so... The elf, when he'd entered, hadn't had to make any of the same platitudes and bribes that Chris had had to make, which meant that he was known here. Perception test: Perception + Intuition + Enhanced Perception = 10 dice +3 actively looking for something [dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6] It didn't take a huge leap of intuition to deduce the elf might be associated, but Chris couldn't see any obvious signs. Usually the Triad were quite blatant in their displays of territorality, but the Bar was positively festooned with such decore anyways. It was one of the reasons Chris had chosen this spot. Lonestar wasn't going to mess with him here, and those damn Trogs from earlier definitely weren't. Least I got my shoe back... he mused as he watched the elf from the corner of his eye. The elf carried himself with the smooth grace of all of his kind. He sat with his back to the wall, watching the door. Intuition check to deduce Elf's intent: Intuition + Analytics: 5 Dice [dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6] Prolly waiting for someone. Thought the dwarf, The way he keeps watching the door...either that, or he's running from someone and waiting to see if they'll come in after him...Nah, can't be the latter. He's not sweating or breathing heavy. Waitin' fer someone... He thought to himself. The elf ordered a drink and seemed to speak the language, though he didn't look chinese... Frag, I did hear that the Triad was tryin' ta recruit metas these days... Chris thought to himself. He spent a lot of time makin the rounds. Criminal hangouts, merc bars, quite a lot of sporting events where the bookies made out like bandits. Even the gangs were talking about how they were either getting squeezed or being approached. Thats how it worked in this part of town. There was always a hierarchy, with the biggest meanest gang ruling all the other gangs. The Triads were trying hard to become the biggest in this neighborhood, as in many others. So far, they were making a fair stab at it, based on the number of patrons sporting Triad tattooes...[rand=0232260109587284573356613807243924669405911002756403446734347951219]
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Seattle
Nov 22, 2006 17:35:33 GMT -5
Post by redjack on Nov 22, 2006 17:35:33 GMT -5
Nix was surprised as he performed his recon. He expected an alternate safehouse. We are definitely in the fire, this meet location is a last minute choice.
As he returns to his body and the weight of the physical world Nix shakes his head and then the rest of his body as he reacquaints himself with gravity. The meet is in a bar.. a triad bar. I saw hand written symbols in astral space. Astral space is pretty active, but I think its in house security for the Triads.
He looks over to Sam and Howser thinking how in a few short days circumstances have placed the trio together. Further circumstances seem to be solidifying the pact of mutual support they entered into by accepting the run. The thought of having to rely on others cause a shiver to run up Nix's spine; The last time that happened he got burned pretty badly. Here's hoping that bad luck is behind me.
"Should we go in together or do you want to stagger?"
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Seattle
Nov 29, 2006 11:35:44 GMT -5
Post by boombaby on Nov 29, 2006 11:35:44 GMT -5
The elf sat there for a LONG time...Chris nursed the better part of two beers before his curiosity and drunken inklings got the better of him....He got up and wandered, mostly in a straight line, towards the elf sitting by himself. The other bar patrons had studiously avoided him, except the waitress who kept wandering by, doing her job, offering him drinks. Chris didnt actually know if the elf had drank any. He couldn't remember....But the meta had been watching the clock...
"Oi, schummer..." Christoff slurred his words slightly more than he was actually feeling..."Yoush looksh like yoush wait'en fer someone...." Christoff collapsed into a chair opposite the elf, to a look of obvious distain. "Whasha matter? Can't a couple of ole 'chummers have a drink?"
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Seattle
Nov 29, 2006 14:12:55 GMT -5
Post by redjack on Nov 29, 2006 14:12:55 GMT -5
Taking the silence as a desire to stagger their entry Nix offered, "I'll head in first.". Having seen the magical security, Nix decides that a physical mask would be inviting of trouble and elects not to use it, instead simply pulling his hood over his head and exiting the van.
Heading into the bar, the feeling of being out of place was an understatement. Part Anglo/mostly Sioux, full on dandelion-eater after nearly a decade in the Tir, Nix looked around for others equally out of place. If I get outa here alive it's gonna be a frellin' miracle...
While the elf and dwarf looked outa place, so did the trio of teens who appeared to be slumming. Most of the rest looked like either chinese or street-meat. In the end, Nix pulled up one of the stools at the far end of the bar.
After ordering a water and leaving several nuyen worth of tip, he causually looks around - knowing well enough to avoid eye contact. Hell, I don't even know if my contact is chinese or not.
He fingers his com in his pocket, making as subtle use of the AR gloves as possible to post a reply to a friend of a friend: "I've arrived. What next? - EMP125"
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wombat
Chummer
Zen
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Seattle
Nov 29, 2006 20:23:17 GMT -5
Post by wombat on Nov 29, 2006 20:23:17 GMT -5
Lorne watches the hooded figure enter, hoping that might be one of his contacts. Would they send him in alone? Or were the rest of the crew already in place inside the bar? He looked around for anyone that might look out of place before curbing his paranoia. Was this drunkard one of the contacts now? He allowed the silence to remain for a moment as he scrutinised the man opposite, looking for signs of weaponry:
Defaulting to Intuition: [dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6]
"That seat is reserved." Lorne says, bluntly.
He sits back in his seat, taking out his commlink and manipulating it under the table. After a moment he replaces the commlink in his pocket and returns his attention to the man sitting opposite.
"...and its owner has come to claim it. Would you mind giving us some privacy?"
To: EMP125 "In the booth to your left you can see an elf and a dwarf. Ask the dwarf to excuse himself and take a seat opposite the elf."[rand=2909631132515347417340349673661219322941895495368124045255040917]
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Seattle
Nov 29, 2006 20:34:52 GMT -5
Post by boombaby on Nov 29, 2006 20:34:52 GMT -5
"Osh, cummon, chummer...Buy a fellow meta a drink...You ain't like dees odders here...." Christoff looks around for the 'owner' of the seat, noticing the hooded person at the bar get up and start moving towards the booth. The guy stood out as much as he, Chris did...
Perception test for noticing the commlink activity.
[dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6]
"So the elf wasn't by himself. But his contacts were running really late. Interesting... Christoff thought to himself.
The elf in the booth stared at Christoff until the hooded figure came and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Your in my seat!" the newcomer suggested. Looking up, Christoff stared slightly into the Amerindian featured face, then was helped up and shoved slightly towards the bar, away from the table....
Shrugging slightly, Christoff returned to the bar, where the bartender begrudgingly gave him another beer....[rand=50188712972126055665779555051907828476202750564821228461405385068]
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Seattle
Nov 30, 2006 11:58:59 GMT -5
Post by Falindraun on Nov 30, 2006 11:58:59 GMT -5
Sam tries to cover himself and exits the van and walks into the bar and has a seat in the middle of the bar. Sam messages to the rest of the group "Now what?"
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Seattle
Nov 30, 2006 22:29:35 GMT -5
Post by Blood Fear on Nov 30, 2006 22:29:35 GMT -5
With a scowl on my face, I'll pull up to the bar. Why is the 'borg going in by himself? Drek, what's going on?
"Hell."
After being frisked by the bouncer I'll head in and check out the place. After my eyes adjust to the interior I note the other 2 of my team, 1 sitting with a stranger and the other at the bar. I'll let the waitress take my order (Synthohol Neat) and sit at an empty table in the middle of the floor facing the 2 at the table with my back to the door. Most of the Triads in the bar look as if I was carrying a badge and was harrassing their favorite Joygirl. Tough.
Intuition + Perception (Hearing) + Select Sound Filter to over hear Nix and Zen. [dice=6][dice=6]+[dice=6][dice=6][dice=6]+[dice=6][dice=6]+[dice=6][dice=6][dice=6] (Net 4)[rand=489625597625191269334174407694783596689817306466477868211515261]
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Seattle
Dec 1, 2006 10:59:51 GMT -5
Post by boombaby on Dec 1, 2006 10:59:51 GMT -5
Tickets turned and looked at the door along with everyone else, when it opened a third time, admitting a third individual who definitely didn't belong. Not only that, the guy came in and acted like he owned the place. The locals began to mutter and throw dagger looks at the guy, but so far they hadn't done anything...
This outta be interesting.... Thought Chris as he hunched down over his drink even more, but kept an open eye and ear. Three strangers in a place that they obviously don't belong. Meeting someone who seems like they belong but really doesn't...
Christoff began to pay closer attention to the newcomers, and even more attention to the locals mutterings....
Perception: Int+perception+enhanced perception-distracted (-2 dice) [dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6]
Three elves and a heavily cybered sammi...All who don't fit in HERE. Very interesting indeed. Christoff began to listen to the locals, but he couldn't understand them, though the hostile glances they kept throwing towards the new group spoke volumes....[rand=70763787648645530888565308240092421914924171245128882703552870319]
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Post by redjack on Dec 3, 2006 9:18:04 GMT -5
Nix looks back to the table, I called that one, but that's not a good thing... That just means we really stick out. I gotta start blending now that I'm back in the real world.
About to rise and proceed to the table, he stops seeing Sam enter. Then in response to Sam's text, he replies with a text: I've made initial contact and I'm heading to the table.
Picking up his glass, Nix casually moves towards the table continuing to avoid eye contact with the glaring locals. Elementals, mage, lots of guns.. Gotta keep telling myself I don't want a fight here...
As he makes it to the table he also spots Blood fear entering the bar. Well at least the odds are moving up from suicide to the Alamo... Not that there's much more than a subtle difference.
Looking to the dwarf with an, "Excuse me" in a short tone, Nix waits for him to clear out before taking a seat. Once the dwarf has cleared out, Nix looks across the table to the elf. "Nix... and you are?"
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wombat
Chummer
Zen
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Seattle
Dec 3, 2006 12:36:47 GMT -5
Post by wombat on Dec 3, 2006 12:36:47 GMT -5
"Zen - a friend of a friend." Lorne speaks cooly, his gaze locked on the elf sitting opposite him. He taps his ear, indicating that he wishes to go subvocal. "...are you reading this?"
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Seattle
Dec 3, 2006 13:59:00 GMT -5
Post by redjack on Dec 3, 2006 13:59:00 GMT -5
Nix takes a sip of water looking the other elf over. He then sets the glass down and replies using his sub-vocal mike and the pan-to-pan feature of com, "Yes.. but why should I trust you?"
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Seattle
Dec 3, 2006 17:29:17 GMT -5
Post by Xeno Khan on Dec 3, 2006 17:29:17 GMT -5
Side note: I keep forgetting the AR/VR portion of this edition, so here is the crap that you see if your Commlink is on.
Outside: There is standard chatter around the building with petitions from the various Joygirls and boys up and down the street. The Soyburger and Soy-Caf joints are having a buy 2 get 1 free special for any Triad ganger with 4 tattoos or more. The local news paper is filled with the upcoming special elections to replace long time Mayor Krass Devlin. Also in the News an apartment building in the north 400 block was attacked and partially burned down half an hour ago.
Inside the Bar: The bartender's Commlink is on and his name Suigen is logo'd all around his head. The menu of drinks is broadcast over every table (can't be gotten rid, just muted). Each of the Waitresses have a modified Commlink on, showing their measurements and availability (written in Chinese, so if you can't read Chinese tough luck). None of the patrons are broadcasting. Anyone who sits in or at a booth is automatically shielded from casual broadcasting.
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wombat
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Zen
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Seattle
Dec 3, 2006 18:26:53 GMT -5
Post by wombat on Dec 3, 2006 18:26:53 GMT -5
"I've been hired by Mr Jackal." Lorne subvocalises as he reaches into his pocket and produces a datachip. "I am to meet with your team and render assistance where appropriate."
"This datachip contains all the information he has gathered to date and I have magkeys for the backup cache which contains backup SINs for your team and myself. The datachip is encrypted, however. I assume you or a member of your team has the means?"
He sits back, folding his arms.
"If this is a problem, i'm sure Mr Jackal would be more than happy to address your concerns..."
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Post by redjack on Dec 4, 2006 4:03:23 GMT -5
Nix listens as friend of a friend relays his information. He takes the datachip, but declines attaching it to his PAN. Better to let one of the more tech savey team members work with that.
He texts a quick message to Sam as the elf talks: He says Jackal sent him and has a datachip with info as well as the key to an alternate equipment drop.
As the elf sits back smug and self-assured, Nix lets a small smile escape. Ah, the first deadly sin.
Nix drafts a quick text to Jackal@$JAK23#@viso/land: Made contact with an elf. He claims safehouse has been compromised and is providing the location of an alternate cache. Please confirm and provide additional instructions.
He then replies over com to the elf, "How far to the cache?"
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