Red Sky at Morning Options

[Lady Door]

Sam's eyebrow shoots up in surprise. Well now, this... this is interesting. To be perfectly blunt, I don't work with gutter-trash. You approached me, I would assume, because you know of my reputation. You know how I do business. Those gentlemen, and I lose the phrase loosely, are unprofessional and too arrogant to understand the way the world works. I wouldn't trust them to watch my back and I sure as hell am not going to risk my ass watching theirs.

[fistandantilus4....]

Some of them may be jsut as you say, yes, but everyone in there has their own skills. Not all of them are in personal relations. The money is well worth some differences in personality.

[Lady Door]

Sam nods, considering his words. So, why come after me? Why not just bring in another asset? I have to imagine it's more then simply not wanting to explain yourself again. I'm thinking you need someone with your interests in mind, someone you already have a leg up on. So, you come to me. Do I have the right of it?

[fistandantilus4....]

As you say, you already know where I stand. And this matter is of course time sensitive. You also have the necessary skills. That is a difficult combination to find on short notice.

[Lady Door]

Very well. You have yourself a deal. As you say, skills such as mine would be difficult, if not impossible, to come by this late in the game. I hope this fact is taken into account when final restitution is made.

[fistandantilus4....]

The johnson produces the cred stick for her binder fee.
Your confederates should be down shortly

[Lady Door]

Sam slips the credstick into her inner jacket pocket and nods. Turning for the door, she waits for the goon to swing it open. Once outside, she nods again to the Johnson and then waits.
Well, this ought to be fun.
Idly, she removes her suitcoat and unbuttons the top button of her shirt, already beginning to swelter in the Miami heat.

[Ol' Scratch]

"Right, sounds like we have a plan then! Meet you guys just outside the lobby in fifteen minutes?" Scratch asks as he scoops up the remnants of the fly and slips it into his pocket. While waiting for a reply, he makes his way to the banquet table and slips a couple more beers into his jacket before grabbing a last one for the road. He pops it open with his thumb and takes a swig, lifting his brow inquisitively.

[toturi]

Cloud nods his agreement, he helps himself to some of the fruits and fruit juices before heading out of the room. He stops for his weapons before making his way to the lobby. He makes sure his weapons are unmarked and untampered with before leaving.

[Fortune]

Toby sips his drink, watching as the others mill about. Discarding the empty glass on the by now depleted banquet table, he nods to each in turn before his gaze finally settles on the satyr.

"Fifteen minutes then."

With that agreed upon, the mage looks around for a moment as if trying to decide what to do. With a shrug of his shoulders, he turns and mixes yet another drink, then flops himself down in the most comfortable chair in the large chamber, content to wait there until the appointed time arrives.

[Trigger]

"Sounds fine by me. I have a few personal effects to retrieve from the hotel rent-a-Star before we depart, I will see you all after that," replies Trigger to Scratch, as well as the assembled group. Collecting his coat and popping one last chocolate into his mouth, Trigger grabs a bottle of English beer from the bar and heads down to the security station in the lobby.

Trying not to let his displeasure at being removed from his foci show to readily on his face, Trigger asks for his effects from the stationed guard. Upon their return he will examine them in detail, making sure they were neither tampered with nor activated in any way. Placing the twisted orichalchum earring into his ear, the bone bracelet on his right wrist, and his faithful golden pocket watch back in his pocket. Feeling secure with his foci back in place, Trigger activates the earring, letting the mana flow through his veins, like pure life coursing through him. Trigger unconsciously lets out a pent up sigh and then moves outside to wait for the others to come down.

[Grinder]

Charlie watches the other runners leaving the meeting room one by one, until he finally stands up and heads to the lobby. He gets his stuff back and checks it.

He moves outside to wait for the others.

[Ol' Scratch]

Whistling an old ditty inbetween swigs of beer, Ol' Scratch heads to his room. Once inside, he throws his guitar case on his bed, unlocks it, and pops the fake guitar up and out of the way. Inside, an almost obscene collection of weapons and gadgets are meticulously arranged within its MAD-proof casing.

He sets his beer down and ponders for a moment to ponder his options. With a shrug, he extends his hidden arm slides and attaches both Death and Taxes to their connections before popping them back up his sleeves. After checking to make sure the slides are working properly, he closes the guitar case and slides it back under his bed before swaggering down to the lobby and outside.

[Lady Door]

Standing with her back to the glass doors of the lobby, Sam quickly sends off an AR message. Within moments, the response is recieved. Nodding, she waves a hand and the AR display dissapates from her view. Pulling out another cigarette she scans the scene in front of her. The beach is blisteringly white in the sun, and the water a delightful azure. Sam snorts. Probably paying someone a pretty penny to make sure the water stays that clean this close to the resort. Probably dirty as sin a mile out... if that. Catching a reflection in a valet driven car, Sam notices the group come wandering out of the lobby. She turns, jacket slung over one shoulder and unlit cigarette in hand.
Time for the dog and pony show. She stifles a laugh as she remembers the satyr. Hmm.. apt words.

[fistandantilus4....]

Arriving at the lobby more or less fifteen minutes later 'The Crew' meets back up, with it's sole female again in attendance, and with one mage a bit more inebriated. Quite tipsy in fact.

[Trigger]

Stepping through the glass doors out of the hotel lobby, Trigger arches his eyebrow at the female who had walked out of the meeting. Giving her a puzzled look, as if her presence alone would give sufficient answers to his inquiry, he walks from the doorway to her, stopping a few feet away and turning to watch the lobby door as well.

"It's a fine day outside, better than any I have seen back home. It's one of those days that can lift a person's mood, heighten their spirits, perhaps even change their minds, wouldn't you say?"

[Lady Door]

Sam laughs at the as-subtle-as-a-brick question in his statement. I've had a change of heart. Wouldn't do to leave you gentlemen so high and dry would it? Sam takes a long drag off her cigarette, turning her head to exhale. So, what did I miss? ... and I wonder where our little goat friend has wandered off too.

[Fortune]

Before leaving the ballroom, Toby polishes off a couple more daiquiris, then heads towards the door to the lobby. Catching his reflection in one of the ornate floor-to-ceiling mirrors, the mage stops short and examines his image.

This just won't do. Not for a stroll an the beach

Toby weaves a long-familiar spell, watching his reflection as his clothes shift in both color and form until the desired effect is achieved. He nods and smiles crookedly at the image in the mirror. His white deck shoes and perfectly creased ivory trousers are offset by an exceedingly garish, 'tropical tourist' style shirt in vibrant pinks, neon green and electric blue.

Toby staggers slightly as he steps from the lobby into the glaring Miami sun. Squinting even though his state-of-the-art flare compensation kicks in, the mage pulls a tres-chic pair of Oakleys from his shirt pocket and slips them over his eyes.

Only then does he take note of Sam's presence, and does an almost comic double-take before slipping his glasses down his nose to peer over the top of them at the elven woman. A broad smile slowly slides across his face, as he pushes his shades back into place.

"Well-ll. Fancy meeting you here."

[fistandantilus4....]

Almost as if on cue, each member of the team receives a text message, indteified as from Mr Johnsons' commlink. <<<< Designate - The Crew - Sammael is "on". Carry on as planned. Contact at appointed time. - Johnson>>>>

[Lady Door]

Sam nods and laughs as she takes in Toby's attire. Well, aren't you... festive. When the alarm for the text registers over her AR, she notes it with a satisfied smile and then waves it away.

[Ol' Scratch]

While riding the elevator, Ol' Scratch kind of does a little jig when he feels his commlink vibrate in his pocket. Pulling it out, he flips open the display screen and scratches the back of his head. "Who the frag is that guy?"

Figuring things'll work themselves out, he struts his way through the lobby. He catches one of the security guys glaring at him a bit, so he blows him a kiss. just before slipping through the rolling doorway. Upon seeing the other guys chatting up the saucy minx from earlier, he puts two and two together.

"Glad to see you reconsidered," he winks. Reaching into his shirt pocket, he pulls out a pair of designer shades and throws 'em on just before lighting a cancer stick. His eyes quietly scan the perimeter as he does so, looking for anything out of the ordinary...

One of These Things is Not Like the Other...

[ Spoiler ]

Attempting a general Perceptiony tests to look for anything unsual. Signs of being shadowed, more drones that seem to be focused on any of us, etc. Using Shadowing (Tailing) as a complimentary skill.

Modifiers: Full Visibility (-0). Unsure if any others are in play.

Complimentary: (Shadowing 7 + Intuition 6) = 3 hits = +3 dice pool.
Perception: (Perception 7 + Intuition 6 + Complimentary Skill 3 + Modifiers 0 + Vision Enhancement 3) = 10 hits

[toturi]

Cloud takes the message from the Johnson in stride. He is more concerned with staying undetected and spotting anyone or anything who might be looking for him. He waits for a group of guests to pass by before moving into the lobby.

[ Spoiler ]

Perception 37 dice = 12 hits
Stealth(trying to blend into the crowd) 9 dice = 3 hits

[Grinder]

Charlies raises an eyebrow when he spots the elven woman who left the meeting earlier waiting outside the hotel.

Never trust an elf, it says. What about elves who change their mind over important decisions so quickly?

He nods the elf. What a surprise - you're back. What did let you change your mind, if I dare to ask?

[toturi]

(Assuming Cloud doesn't notice anything "interesting") Cloud dismisses the elf's reinclusion in the team as irrelevant, I can't change the J's mind. He focuses on staying as unobstrusive and keeping out of view of the ubiquitious security cameras as possible. He gives a barely perceptible nod to Sam, staying alert.

[Lady Door]

Sam nods to the assembled group and finishes her cigarette. Ignoring Charlie's question, she nods toward the hotel doors. Do you gentlemen have a more... secure place in mind for discussions?