IC: Dancing within the Void, In-character thread for the game Options

[Fenris]

Cupping a collection of tall, chilled, thick glasses, the troll reappears at the table. She lays the drinks out and then looks to Atreus, who'd placed the order. She holds out a small box, one of the quaint, old fashioned credstick readers with the biometric IDs. The total flashing in the window is 50 (IMG:style_emoticons/default/nuyen.gif)

[Redjack]

Atreus pulls out a certified credstick at transfers 60 (IMG:style_emoticons/default/nuyen.gif) He puts a smile on his face and thinks, Hopefully a 20% tip will buy a little goodwill...

[Fenris]

The trolless glances down at the reader, and flashes Atreus a quick, tusky grin before heading back behind the bar.

[Fenris]

A quick note arrives on Vertigo's commlink, probably since it happens the only one connected to the outside at the moment. It's from WSC again, and it has a single name: Widget, and a commlink address, along with a note to contact her immediately for the run.

[Method]

Vertigo glances down at her comm, and smiles.
"You guys should meet my friend...uh...'Cindy'. Maybe I'll see if she's available."
"Looks like our employers have good taste. I've worked with this other matrix specialist before, and she's good."

She quickly punches out a message.
<<[Widget]: Hey girl! Long time no see. Having some beers at Mac' Place {GPS arrow} and talking some shop. Come by if you're free.>>

She sips her beer and looks to McCoy.
"How's the beer treating you?"
"How soon do you think you could have a van lined up for us?"

[BishopMcQ]

Finn looks to the troll and gives a quiet nod before following the team to their booth. When the beer arrives, he lifts the glass and places the liquid to his lips. Setting the pint down, none of the liquid is gone.

Fourteen steps to the door, made fifteen by moving around the southern table. Twelve steps to the office. Thirty seconds to remove the lock.

"I would recommend getting some food."
"A tactical assault would be unwise at this point. We do not have sufficient information about their security forces. Begin with recon and move from there."

[Redjack]

"Club sandwich and soup." is Atreus' reply to the comment about food.
<<@Team [Atreus] We'll eat and make the preparations for the two recons then?>>

[Buddha72]

Moving through her studio, Widget looks around making sure everything is as cleaned up as possible before she has to head out. She actually jumps and gives a little squeak as her commlink chirps with an incoming message. She quickly links with it and pulls up the text into her mind.

<<[Widget]: Hey girl! Long time no see. Having some beers at Mac' Place {GPS arrow} and talking some shop. Come by if you're free.>>

With a long sigh and exhalation of breath, she lets the tension drain away from her body. Seeing a familiar name puts her more at ease, she was torn about taking the job with WSC worried that her street rep and ways would put her at odds with a team of runners who might be more corp than she could swing. As her mood shifts the small micro drones scattered around the living space emerge from hiding and begin to move through the space. A swell of mechanical noise soon fills the silence as she looks at herself in a door mounted mirror.

"Ok everybody mama has some work to do and needs to change into something more suited for going out" As she finishes talking the drones leap into action. She quickly strips out of the armor and stashes the working gear in a locked chest in the back of her closet. Reaching into what can only be called a landslide of clothing spilling forth from the other end of the closet, she quickly puts together an outfit ideally suited for a rave. The drones drag accessories over to her as she quickly does her hair into two large pom pom style pigtails. Taking the jewelry offered she finishes the look with earrings, several necklaces and an assortment of bracelets. Looking around she digs her coat from under the bed and shakes it out before putting it on. Fishing into the pockets she dumps a handful of trash into the small trash can in her kitchenette. She pauses at the door, kneels and lays her wrists down on the floor - palms facing up. "Ok folks last bus is pulling out, let's go."

A horde of small drones streams from the floor and makes their way up her arms. Each seems to have a place to nestle in - somewhere out of sight. With a half smile she stands, grabs a small backpack and locks the door behind her. With a jog she makes her way to the lift at the end of the hall and takes it to the street level.

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As she enters the door of the bar, she hops from her hoverboard and begins to fold it down to stash in her bag. She looks around hoping to see Vertigo somewhere nearby as she struggles with the door and putting the board away while scanning the room. She winces as she sees the interior and realizes she's not exactly dressed for the place. Seeing the troll tending bar she pulls out her best 100 watt smile and flashes it her way.

[Fenris]

The troll stops and stares as if struck as if she's seen a ghost as Widget pushes into the bar. After a long moment so seems to suddenly come to herself, realizing she's just standing there staring, and she shakes her head and motions with her chin towards Vertigo's table as she continues to clean the bar.

[Toras]

McCoy in the interest of keep things slight more on the up and up, arranges an anonymous enough web shell to place the order and draws on the ganger ork's creds to pay for the thing. If he doesn't have enough to cover it, he will apply for credit or the like and get that sucker into the hole if he can. Once that is done, he'll respond.
"It's a decent microbrew. I'm thinking hamburger and then I'm a game short of the Americana trifecta. "

<<@Team, Van is ready and I know a place to deliver it to. Don't worry, it doesn't get back to us.

[DireRadiant]

Gregor paused reviewing the recorded material via his monocle, the reflected light giving him a greenish iris, and signalled with two raised fingers at Atreus a desire for his own order of a club sandwhich and soup.

<@team I shall make my usual inquiries of my contacts after we eat.>>

"A bottle of pilsner will do as well."

[Buddha72]

Widget's smile loses its shape as the troll's face goes blank in shock and then nod for her to make her way to a table. She makes her way to the indicated table to see a group of people already assembled there. As she walks she keeps looking back over her shoulder at the barkeep, trying to remember if she's seen her somewhere before or had a bad run in. As she arrives at the table she gives a distracted nod and smile to Vertigo as she pulls a chair over to sit on.

"Hello all....."

[DireRadiant]

With a genial smile the ork makes room, and looks around at everyone else inquiringly, "A pitcher or two perhaps?"

[Redjack]

At the sound of 'a pitcher or two', Atreus' smile lights up.. then drops. "We best keep it at two". He says, his smile returning.

[Method]

Rising from her chair, Vertigo grins big and throws an arm around Widget.
"Everybody, this is my friend Widget. Widget, this is um... everybody." She hands the matrix specialist a beer, and glances at Atreus.
@Atreus:"Widget and I worked together with your brother for awhile. Maybe he mentioned her?"

Returning to her seat, Vertigo takes a swig of her own beer and winks at the dapper ork.
"I think a single pitcher will suffice, big guy..."
"I'd like to get some legwork started tonight if we're going to scout the target tomorrow."

[DireRadiant]

"If I order only one, what shall everyone else drink?"

As the newcomer joins the group at the table the ork stands, performs a small bow, and holds out a cream colored piece of paper in welcome, "My card."

On the card is a hand written name of "Sweetness" in elegant script over a commcode in block letters and numbers and other symbols.

[Redjack]

Atreus chuckles as Gregor makes plans for the pitcher. "That may lead to a throw down," he says in friendly banter. "And no spirits." he adds with a good humored waggle of his finger.

<<@Vertigo [Atreus] Now that you mention it, he did. She was spot on and kick ass as I remember him tell it.>>

[Buddha72]

With one last look at the troll tending bar, Widget turns her attention to the group completely. "So as the late one to this shindig I'm going to need a little catch up, sorry." She takes a moment to make eye contact with each member to fix their face in her memory. She's surprised by the offer of the card from the orc and actually blushes as she accepts it across the table. "Thanks, my mom had cards too. Nice touch." As she settles her eyes on Finn her features actually soften and take on a warm cast. A half smile creeps onto her face. "Don't take this the wrong way but you remind me of my uncle." Having finished the visual sweep she waits to hear what the job is.

[BishopMcQ]

Finn looks across at the newcomer. His eyes scanning her face, bone structure, and musculature. It was not the first time he had received a comment like this, but certainly the first within the insular community of professional criminals.

"Thank you, I believe. Who is your uncle?"

Again the pint glass raises to his lips as if to drink, placing it back onto the table none of the liquid is gone. While a section of his mind is partitioned off to deal with the quandary of who the young hacker's family is, Finn continues to watch the bar and patrons.

[Buddha72]

Widget rushes to explain, not wanting to give any offense. "Compliment all the way, my Uncle Jake and Fixx though it's more my Uncle Fixx you remind me of." She feels the hot flush creep up her face as she babbles to try and fill the space. Turning towards the bartender she hollers her order. "Can I get something light and won't leave me on my ass when I'm finished and something noodley from the menu? Thanks!" She pivots back towards the group at the table. 'So....."

[DireRadiant]

After observing the interchange with a genial smile, the ork speaks up, "We don't talk business while we eat."

With a lazy wave of his hand over the table he continues, "But there's always a rich.. ahh.. subtext to the food and drink."

"I always have trouble with it myself." he finished with an encouraging smile.

[Method]

Vertigo pulls up Kukyo's message about the Ikeda job and slides her commlink over to Widget.

"I assume you are familiar with Watanabe, since Kukyo told us to call you. We're just discussing how we should go about surveilling the target before we make the run. We have 7 days to complete the job."

[Fenris]

The food is passable, definitely not of the highest quality, but fairly standard for pub food. The bartender seemed to cook alot of it an a grill that popped up from somewhere behind the bar. The large space in the center of the circle bar seemed to make a little more sense now as she proceeded to slap together sandwiches from a number of bins and compartments that retracted into the floor and space under the bar, and obviously switched out with some sort of rotating system.

Over-priced food consumed and paid for, the group leaves the bar. Those somewhat stifled by the dense electronic white noise breath a sigh of relief as they reconnect, the Matrix repopulating itself around them. The physical recon team heads out, leaving everyone else to their respective specialties.

[Method]

As soon as she's clear of Mac's static zone, Vertigo goes to town on the key pad of her commlink.

<<@Finch [Vertigo]: Safer to talk now. What kind of details can you give me on the Ikeda corp? What kind of biz are they doing, and what's the nature of with this feud with Takara? Sisters?>>

She turns to the group... "I'll see you all at the meeting point tomorrow morning, bright and early." before hoping on her bike.

For now its home to a hot shower and good nights sleep....