IC - Shadows of Manchester., Puts the meaning of wet into wetwork. Options

[Gretik]

[March 25 - 2070, 19:31] - A small japanese chippy, lower levels of Rusholme.

Rain hammers down on the plate glass window of the small oriental restaurant on the lower end of Rusholme, the smell of over cooked noodles mingles with vague fragrances of fish and egg. Steam hovers in the air and clings to the glass, patterns formed from the greasy finger prints of patrons stain it in a myriad of nonsensical designs.

A small little japanese man looks up, he is balding and has heavy rimmed glasses sitting low on his nose. Your group is just entering the shop, sopping wet from the torrential flood outside. Ivan is in the front, the rest entering in a none specific order - the reason for your visit is to meet with one of Ivan's contacts.

"Can I help you?" The man asks, an incredibly thick accent making him difficult to understand.

[Noia]

Ivan closes his umbrella, which wasn't of much use but at least the top half of him is only mildly wet. He walks up to the counter, straightening his suit out. He stops at the counter, runs a hand over his face to get rid of the water running into his eyes and down his beard.

"We’re here to see Mr.Johnsen" he says, looking deadly serious and staring the Chinese man down, and then suddenly snaps into a short smile.

[Ophis]

Calico's stomach will grumble slightly at the smell of food.
She thinks to her self - no, that stuff would stick on my belly way to much.

She steps into the shop and runs her hands through her hair squeezing out a stream of water than runs down her leather jacket, then to the floor. She checks that her hair is not to badly ruined by the rain. Good still looking nice, at least leather an PVC just shed water rather than absorbing it.

Hearing Ivan's exchange with the chinese man she will smile slightly, suspecting that some sort of friendly interplay going on.

She will as so as further egress is allowed move to somewhere near the chip fryer and lean, gently against it enjoying the warmth.

[Gretik]

"I know no Mister Johnsen, would you like egg fried rice?" The man seems more than a little slow, hands busy below the counter with something, from behind the door into the kitchen another voice sounds.

"Let them through, Wu." - The voice seems thoroughly western.

The short little chinese man bows his head deeply several times at the assembled party and moves to open the side of the counter to let the group pass. You can see now in his hands, a very powerful looking shotgun - safety on.

[Noia]

Ivan walks past, smiling smugly. Without turning around, he signals to the rest of the group to follow.

[Ophis]

Calico smiles, some sort of routine entrance routine.

She shifts from her warm spot, slightly sad to leave it so soon and sweeps after Ivan.

[Gretik]

Ivan and Calico walk past the little man. As Calico reaches the entrance to the kitchen she is hit by an almost overwhelmingly powerful blast of hot steamy air, warming her right up.

Unfortunately, this shop is far to humid for anyone to actually dry off.

[What do the others do?]

[Thanee]

Scarlet gave up the thought of getting her hair dry anytime soon, and settled with squeezing most of the water out with her hand, before straightening her bleached blonde hair some. Her leathers were a little more forgiving, when it came to the rain. Looking around the small restaurant through her green-colored glasses, she notices nothing out of the ordinary, and simply walks past the kitchen and into the room, where Ivan had already vanished, giving the short man behind the counter a quick smile.


Gretik:

[ Spoiler ]

Scarlet has her ear-recorder running and records anything that is being said.

[Gretik]

The little man puts out a strange look as you pass, but makes absolutely no move towards Scarlet - he stands slightly back to let her pass. She too vanishes into the kitchen.

[Next... :P]

[BlackHat]

Crow trails near the back of the group, keeping his eyes open - but not really sure what he should be looking for. The chemical-seal on his white lab-coat managed to keep him (and, more importantly, his gear) mostly dry. He follows his team into the back room, keeping his mouth shut and his hand ready to grab his Slivergun should things go bad fast.

[Veskrashen]

Merrick follows in behind, commlinks in hidden mode, AR windows open keeping an eye on the feed from the small blimp overhead. Two iBalls sit on nearby corners, rolled behind trash and keeping an eye on things on the street level. He smiles faintly and nods at the older gentleman as he files past, letting the socialites take the lead like they're meant to.

[Wolfen]

Jason walks in at the back of the group, thoroughly drenched but hardly seeming to notice. He shakes the worst of the water off his hair and jacket before a sudden grin springs onto his face as the warmth and smell of food hits him.

He watches the little social dance going on at the head of the group with little interest. Ivan said this was the place, and he had little reason to doubt the big guy. His eyes begin to wander across the menu, mentally comparing his meagre funds to the amounts posted.

'I wonder if we're going to get fed as a part of this' he thinks.

His eyes remain on the food as he follows the others through the kitchen, a small look of disappointment forming on his face.

[Ophis]

Commlink message to Jason

[ Spoiler ]

If your hungry, we could pop to china town for some Dim Sun. Once we're finished here off course.

[Wolfen]

Jason's contemplation of the food is interrupted by the muffled sound of German-sounding techno from within his jacket. He fumbles around in the inside pocket for a second before pulling out the world's most battered comlink and squinting through the scratches on it's screen.

Narrowly avoiding walking into a the back of the person in front of him as he pokes at the thing with a thumb, he taps out a reply before looking around to grin at Calico

[ Spoiler ]

Sounds like a plan! :D

[Ophis]

Calico smiles to herself, and flashes a grin at Jason.

She thinks a message back(via trodes hidden in hair)

[ Spoiler ]

Cool, we'll sort it out once this is sorted

[Gretik]

The group shuffle past the small man and into the kitchen area. The air is noticeably warmer here and so steamy as to make it difficult to make out any shapes more than a few feet away. On the right is a row of stainless steel sinks and cabinets, mostly filthy with day old food rotting away at the bottom clogging the drains.

The smell of the room is of fresher food though, sweet and savoury spices playing with the nose. Obscured by the mist, the rest of the room unfolds slowly - first to Ivan, in the lead. A set of heavy steel tables dominates the centre of the room, angular and strong looking. The surface is remarkably clean.

The first sign of the Mr. Johnsen is a pair of booted feet propped up on the far edge of the table. The table itself is wide enough for the entire group to array themselves in front of.

"Please, come a little closer, we have much to discuss..."

A very western voice sounds from the otherside of the table, the body and face of the person obscured still.

For Merrick :

[ Spoiler ]

The second you passed into the rear part of the kitchen, you lost connection to your drones.

For Scarlet :

[ Spoiler ]

Your ear recorder is getting nothing but lovely, lovely static.

For Ivan :

[ Spoiler ]

You recognize this man, having heard of dealings with him from compatriots and other contacts with this organization. You know him by reputation to be a notorious double crosser.

For anyone with good language skills :

[ Spoiler ]

His accent seems to actually be eastern europian, think Romania or Latvia.

[Ophis]

Calico flashes a smile toward the Johnson and takes a seat slightly to one side. Leaving the centre one for Ivan.

She stretches in her chair and hopes she has time to sort her hair out before she goes anywhere her looks may count (her hair looks damp, but otherwise perfect).

[Gretik]

[Apparently there are chairs now. ^^ Didn't know that before, lets go with it though. :P]

The Johnsen takes his feet off of the table when Calico sits, swinging them to the side swiftly. To her, the man is barely better than a hazy silhouette.

[Noia]

Ivan takes the center chair, sits slightly forward with his hands on the table.

"My name is Ivan, this is my crew" He gestures with his right hand.
"I understand you need some assistance."

[EDIT: stupid 'I' tag :P ]
[EDIT2: Gretik is a spelling nazi ^^ ]

[Wolfen]

Jason takes the end chair on Ivan's left, glancing around the room as he does so. He seems slightly nervous about something.

[Veskrashen]

Merrick frowns slightly, and steps back a bit to the front part of the kitchen with a slight smirk.

[Ophis]

Calico will shift to a forward leaning position, her left hand moves to support her delicate chin. She studies Mister Johnson as best she can through the steam.

[Thanee]

Scarlet grabs the back of one chair and swirls it around, having it pivot on one leg like a ballerina, then she sits down leaning with her front against the chair's back, having her crossed arms rest on top of it. She lets Ivan do the talking.


Gretik:

[ Spoiler ]

Scarlet tries to locate the position of the source of the static (if she actually knows about it (see PM), altho she should at least from her commlink being disconnected from her wireless equipment) using one of her Select Sound Filter channels and her Spatial Recognizer. She will also tune one Select Sound Filter channel on Mr Johnson. (I have no clue how this would be done, defeat the 'jammer' that is, since these devices have no rating (the Select Sound Filter 'rating' is only the number of channels)... the normally simply work, AFAIK. Maybe a Perception roll modified appropriately? I also got no problem with it simply not working, if you want to decide that way.)

[Gretik]

The Johnsen leans forward a little and his face comes hazily into view, it looks as western as his voice sounded - brown hair and green eyes. The steam makes it difficult to pick out details.

He speaks again, "Where is your friend going?"

The voice seems amiable at the moment, he is peering over the shoulder of Ivan through the steamy fog -at a back stepping Merrick.

For Merrick:

[ Spoiler ]

The room is entirely shielded from the outside, the second you get outside you lose the ability to hear or see anything going on inside - you do however get back into contact with your drones. Without your input they just went into standby and sat still, they haven't seen anything out of the ordinary to report though.

As for why the room is blocked off from the outside, you would at best guess say that most of the room was blocked by an incredibly fine faraday cage and that the door way was covered by a field inhibitor that cancels out electromagnetic waves selectively.

For Ophis:

[ Spoiler ]

The mans face slides into view, his intentions are difficult to read but seem on the level to you. He has the slight lean to his body that suggests he has something to tell you that you do not already know and that he is anxious to do it.

The man smiles happily and waits for a response.

[Ophis]

"Oh, you'll have to forgive him, he's terribly shy around new people." Calico will say with a smile. Glancing round at Merrick with stay put damnit look, turning back towards Johnson she continues, "give him a moment an I'm sure he will relax and come and join us."
Calico will keep her voice light, with only slight emphasis on the "come and join us" part.