Red Sky at Morning Options

[Trigger]

Watching everyone else take their turn at introductions, Trigger finally pipes in as well after taking down some more of the white wine, "I'm Trigger, if you didn't catch it from the Johnson, and I blow drek up with magic. I deal with Threats and I do some enchanting on my down time. I also like long walks on the beach and candle lit.....alright, so what's our plan of action?" Trigger slides right back from joking into a serious mood again, waiting to see what this collection of street trash turned pro could come up with. At least I don't pretend to be more than I am...

[Ol' Scratch]

OCC Note: This is taking place between Scratch scanning for bugs and his whispered bit of text.

Scratch's eyes narrow as he catches a drone flittering around. "Shit, we got company." Reaching down, he grabs the rim of his plate and sloshes its content onto the table. Then, using it as a flyswatter, he hops out of his chair and starts swatting at the micro-sized fly drone flittering about...

Extermination in Progress...

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Not sure what you want me to roll. Just lemme know. :)

[fistandantilus4....]

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:rotfl: Clubs!

[Ol' Scratch]

Cue the Comedy Relief...

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Clubs (Defaulting): (Strength 3 + Defaulting -1 + Edge 6) = 4 hits

Not sure what situational modifiers to apply.

[fistandantilus4....]

The satyr leaps onto the table swinging his dinner plate madly at a fly now buzzing about his head. It buzzes up to the ceiling out of his reach, and across to the wall.

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You missed you funny goat man you!

[Ol' Scratch]

Flustered, Scratch narrows his eyes as he takes aim. Then, in a show of masterfulness the likes of which those old Kung Fu flatvids could never muster, the satyr spins around and unleashes his plate in a flurry of fury...

Don't Have Anything Witty Here...

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Throwing: (Agility 9 + Throwing 3 + Edge 5) = 8 hits

[Fortune]

Toby is caught mid-sip, and almost chokes on his daiquiri at the sight of the goat-legged Scratch suddenly leaping on top of the table, wildly waving a plate in the air.

[toturi]

Cloud looks askance at the antics of the strange metahuman, until he notices the presence of the "fly". Once his attention has been drawn to the "fly", he focuses his sight on it and commands his commlin-radio signal scanner to scan for additional similar signals.

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37 dice(less Magic now, Geneware has no grades - boohoo!) = 11 hits
EW + RSS = 6, 3 hits to intercept signals

[fistandantilus4....]

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The fly is transmitting tight band frequencies.

[Trigger]

As the antics ensue, the goat both swatting at something as well as him throwing his plate at that something as well, Trigger simply shakes his head in amusement and then lays his palm across his face and lowers his head.

Facepalm

[fistandantilus4....]

The Dinner Plate of Doom whirls aross the room in a blur of eggshell white, smashing into the wall with a *crash*. Examing the remains, a tiny fly body can be seen amongst the porcelain shards.

[Ol' Scratch]

OOC Note: Partial repost.

Hopping off the table, Scratch saunters over to the remains of the fly and scoops it up. He returns, dumping the remnants down next to his food before taking his seat, combing his hair back with his hand, and otherwise acting like nothing happened.

Now satisfied that they're no longer being monitored, Scratch leans in and speaks just above a whisper. "As a side note, and only because it might help us all to keep our wits about us, that Johnson was either doping himself up or using some kind of personafix to keep his cool during the meet. It was painted all over his aura as I tried to provoke some responses out of him. Now he could have simply been doing it to keep an edge on us when the negotiations came down, but he could have also been thwarting our ability to assense his true motives and whether or not he was laying it to us straight. Either way, you need to be on full alert on this job. Don't want to see any of us getting caked just because we get careless or trusting. Be sure to double check all your leads and don't be afraid to call in any favors you have; I got a bad feeling about this one... but I'll be damned if that paycheck won't be worth it. What's more, I have a hunch those 'protoype drones' he has us after are anything but; you just don't throw this kind of cash around for some toys. However, like I said, it's just a hunch at this point and I don't have a damn thing backing me up."

He leans back again, his drink-ruined voice returning to normal. "By the way, the name's Ol' Scratch in case you missed it. Feel free to just call me Scratch though; most folks do. I'll probably be the team's meat puppet. Keep me up and running when the shit hits the fan, and I'll do my damnedest to keep you alive in turn."

With that, Scratch shoves another random piece of food he can't quite identify into his mouth and waits to hear what the rest of his new crew has to say on the subject.

[Grinder]

Charlies waits until everyone has introduce himself, before he stands up, straightens his jacket and looks at the oter runner.

Gentlemen, my name is Charlies. I'm a specialist in defensive magic, have a wide knowledge of magic-related topics and am capable of shooting things with a gun.
I'm confident that we, as a team, have the skills and experience to get this done job without any casualties.

[Fortune]

The mage had only just recovered his composure from watching the satyr's antics, and is now even harder hard-pressed to keep his laughter in check after Charles makes his bold, and from what Toby can see, quite inane proclamation. Unfortunately he is not quite successful though, and his amusement is clearly etched on his face for all to see.

[fistandantilus4....]

The satyr, humans, and elf regard each other for an amusing but akward silence.If nothing else, it was a certainty no one would try to steal a bite from his plate, having seen the treament a mere fly recieved for daring to take a bite of his custard.

[Fortune]

Approaching the long table once again, Toby takes his time making a fresh drink as he lets his future 'partners' gather their composure. Fresh daiquiri in hand, he turns and surveys the motley group, waiting patiently for a moment when he has the attention of each and every one of them.

"So, does anyone have a decent idea about just how to get this show on the road?"

[toturi]

Cloud walks to the full height glass window and looks out towards the Atlantic. Thinking furiously, this area has been compromised. Looking at his teammates in the reflection,"This view is quite good. It is a beautiful sunny day, gentlemen. I hear the girls on Miami beaches are pretty and wild with lust. I think I'd like to take a walk on the beach. Care to join me?"

Then he walks over to the remnants of the fly, "It would seem Miami has a bug problem."

[Fortune]

Taking another sip of his drink, Toby merely shrugs his shoulders and looks expectantly in Scratch's direction.

[Ol' Scratch]

His mouth full of cupcake at the moment, Ol' Scratch struggles to swallow it so he can reply. In the mean time, he reaches over and scoops up the remnants of the fly he... captured... and gives it a good look.

<insert Six Million Nuyen Man sound effect here>

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Zooming in with my bionic eye -- complete with Microscopic Vision -- to see if I can spot any clues about the bug, including manufacturing logos. Using Security Systems as a complimentary skill.

Threshold: Hidden/Micro 4
Modifiers: Perceiver is Actively Looking +3, Object Stands Out (Microscopic Vision) +2, Full Visibility -0, Observe in Detail +3

Security Systems Complimentary Skill: (Logic 5 + Security Systems 5) = 3 hits = +3 dice
Perception: (Intuition 6 + Perception 7 + Modifiers 8 + Vision Enhancement 3 + Complimentary Skill 3) = 9 hits

Finally choking the delicious cuppy cake down, the satyr looks back up and simply shrugs. "I'm cool with a change of scenery, but I won't be held responsible if my focus wanders a bit..."

[fistandantilus4....]

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I'm going to go ahead and say that a mini spy drone isn't going to be carrying anything as obvious as logos. There are some exgremely tiny serial number,s so it is something you can follow up on however. Ater al, factories need parts references. Even little ones.

[Trigger]

Finally finishing his first glass of wine and most of the chocolates and fruit on his plate, Trigger nods his head in approval of Cloud's sentiment for a change of location. "Yes, this hotel is a bit too bourgeois for my taste..."

[Grinder]

Charlie nods in agreement. Let's go.

[fistandantilus4....]

Segue
Sammael stands outside in the hotel lobby as a trio of large men gather around her, looking menacingly. Soon a car pulls up to the hotel's drive. it's a good sized black town car, riding low, speaking of extra armored protections. The rear door opens revealing Mr johnson within.


We need to talk.

[Lady Door]

Sam nods and flicks her cigarette down to the curb, rubbing it out with the tip of her boot. She nods to the Johnson's goons before sliding inside.
I'm listening.

[fistandantilus4....]

You need this job. And my team needs you as an asset. They know their particular department,s but they know nothing of where they're headed. Why did you turn down the job?