T-Town, A game in Alabama Options

[ludomastro]

The Johnson seems to have slipped out of sight completely. Other than the crazies in the park and those playing Miracle Shooter™ the team appears to be alone.

[Redjack]

Flash ushers MITNick back towards the ride.
<<@Team [Flash] Time to jet. Let's take our pay and find a less neutral spot to talk about our next steps.>>

[Meriss]

{Steve@Team: Sounds like a plan. Any faves?}

[fistandantilus4....]

MITnick climbs back into the van, settling into his seat in the middle.
I think we can get rolling first. I know a great steak joint. I could go for a little victory dinner. Best part is, it's right next to a hotel. Catch a shower. I know a few shadow bankers, I can split the cred as needed. Assume everyone's got an account or a cred stick?

Assuming everyone is good to go, MITNick divides the cred evenly, although inwardly grumbling about the contributions of some. He keeps it to himself, as he isn't to keen to get shot over a few hundred yen.

[Redjack]

<<@Team [Flash] How about the Wet Whistle? Its a good little bar & grill right off the railroad tracks on the edge of the warrens. Nice place to eat, grab a drink and enjoy the scenery.>> And a place where I can mingle.

Flash accepts the cred. 2,500 (IMG:style_emoticons/default/nuyen.gif) . Gonna need a lot more jobs like that to get through this month.

[fistandantilus4....]

..."Enjoy the scenery" .. of the warrens!? Right, ok Flash. 'Least I can dissapear for a bit. Creds' burnin' a hole.
MITNick nods, going along for the ride, hoping he can trust this crew just a little farther. Just to be n the safe side though, he's already virtually depositing his cred, setting a time lock on it. Can't be too careful. Or is it paranoid?

[ludomastro]

The evening passes without major incident. The next several days are rough going. Flash has his apartment broken into and a few minor things taken. MITNick is hassled by a gaunt troll looking for protection money. His pinky gets broken in a scuffle with the troll but he ultimately prevails and the thug leaves him alone.

With a less than stellar start the week isn't looking good.

About a week later, a call comes in.

...

[SinN]

Chester is sitting at home, tinkering with a broken com he found a bit, trying to understand what makes technology so great when his com rings.

He awnsers with the screen blank.

Waddya want?

[Redjack]

After the break in, Flash tracks down the lieutenant of the Black Dogs responsible for providing security to his building. The conversation is heated, with Flash storming off at the end. He spends his spare time of the next few days doing recon and making sure none of the 25th Avenue Maulers cross over into the wrong turf (aka. his neighborhood).

By the time a call comes in, he's ready for something other than stalking his own neighborhood and dealing with the petty issues of the constituents.
<<@Caller [Flash] What's up?>>

[Meriss]

Steve glanced up from his workout of doing nothing and enjoying it. He glanced a the comm's blinking light and considered this options. He really didn't have a choice.

{D here, what did you want?}

[ludomastro]

@ Chester

Reesin's voice comes across. <<@ Chester [Reesin] What happened to your comm? Never mind, I know. You fried the damn thing because tech and mojo don't work on the same line. Anyway. Look, Jester, I'm calling 'cause I heard some things that you might be interested in. Some J is looking for a spell slinger and you fit the bill as far as I can tell. Just look out when you meet with him tomorrow. He's giving off weird vibes. Contact info is in the attached file.>>

-----

@ Flash

<<@ Flash [Greek God] Is that anyway to treat Family? Head over to Denny Chimes on campus tomorrow at noon. There's some work that might be in our interest and is definitely in yours.>>

-----

@ Steve

<<@ Steve [Mr. Jones] Jones here. Candice, a little lower, I have a knot there. Nice. OK, wake up sleepy head - time to earn your keep. See the attached file and get your ass to the college clock tower by noon tomorrow.>>

[fistandantilus4....]

Already well enmeshed in the Matrix's gentle embrace, MITNick is barely distracted by the incoming comm call as he continues shuffling around numbers on a key code access panel to a down town strip club. The panel is the virtual representation of the virtual access key to their surveillance system in house. Free show and potential black mail for some Joe Schmoe keeps him working while he brings up the call in another window.

[SinN]

Chester pulls up the file from the message.

[Meriss]

Steve growls subliminally after hanging up on Jones. The fixer didn't give a crap about him or anything he wanted, the man just wanted his money and time back. Steve hated favors.

But a job was a job.

He threw on his letterman's jacket on and walked out of the apartment, managing to avoid his everpresent landlord and the Russian's constant demands for more money. I never shoulda given him a nu

He started walking towards the bus stop and checked the file Jones sent. Please let this be somethin' better'an last time.

[ludomastro]

The file shows a stylized suit with nothing inside it and an antiquated top hat. The name is listed a Mr. Johnson and the contact information is scrambled. Only a single link providing a way to indicate interest seems to work.

<< [Mr. Johnson]You have been contacted because you seem to fit the bill for what my associates and I need accomplished. You will have the opportunity to earn some funds as well as send a message. We, in turn, will gain data we need for our own purposes.

Those interested should be present at Denny Chimes on the campus of the University of Alabama by noon tomorrow. Come unarmed and with your SIN broadcast. The remote scanners will find weapons and the campus police take a dim view of those threatening the trust-fund babies.

Questions will be answered when you arrive.>>

[Redjack]

<<Greek God [Flash] You've mistaken me for some other ork that owes the family yen. I assume the dress code is casual and light? Am I looking for you or someone else?>>

[ludomastro]

<<@ Flash [Greek God] Meh. Maybe I did. Does it matter? After all, one ork is as good as another in my book. If you don't want me to call you about work anymore, just say so.>>

[Redjack]

<<@Greek-God [Flash] Pull your loin cloth outa your crack, you know I need the work.>>

Wow. His old lady must've been all over his as this morning.

<<@Greek-God [Flash] I'll be there.>>

[ludomastro]

<<@ Flash [Greek God] Understood. Hey! Are you calling that bitch again? I told you to leave her alone. Shut up! Gotta go, Flash. Just be there on time ...>>

-----

The University of Alabama campus has grown over the years and has become more dense as the land outside was a premium for development. The quad, formerly a drill grounds for cadets more than 200 years ago, is still the playground of the students. Being one of the few places in Tuscaloosa where people are safe (mostly, anyway) comes at the cost of incredibly security. It is known that local business is sometimes conducted on the quad and rumor has it that SK once performed an op on campus.

[fistandantilus4....]

"Unamred?" Unlikely.

MITNick shows of course, more than willing to make an additional deposit into his credit account, but he has the previously acquired skimmer drones on standby well within range of his signal, sitting in the back of a dubiously acquired rental vehicle.

His MyBook dtstud id on public, and is displaying his status as a "Ne'er-Do-Well".

[SinN]

Unarmed? That aint gonna happen without a little compensation. A spirit will do nicely.

In his "living room" Chester prepares a summoning.
Magic-7
Conjuring-4
Attempting a force 5 spirit of Air
Roll-6 1 5 6 6 6 3 3 5 1 1
http://www.otherrealm.net/sr/


After following the roughtine of dropping his sister with Jezzabelle, Chester heads for the school. He isnt far so the walk isnt too terrible.

[Meriss]

Suprisingly Steve blends into campus fairly well. He often visited girls here when Gwen was mad at him. And one more letterman's jacket goes unnoticed in the wash of uni colors.

Showing up unarmed isn't hard, guns even here in the CAS will get you noticed unless your "goin' huntin". Besides Steve was itching to try these new powers on a full scale test, true enough he didn't know what the crap he was doing but it sounded like a good idea.

Steve showed about a hour early blending with campus life and scoping out the meet locale.

[ludomastro]

The quad isn't crowded this time of day. There are a few students studying in the grassy area near some trees. On the other side of the quad was a group of wiccans or perhaps neo-pagans conducting a morning ritual. The atmosphere is relaxed. As groups mill back and forth between classes, campus police zip back and forth on personal transports. There is no one near the old clock tower or the multitude of cherry trees.

[fistandantilus4....]

Stupid kids and their stupipd partents money...*grumblegurmblegrumble*
MITNick waits by the clock tower. Screw the damn trees. They're just books waiting ot happen (which are just files waiting to be scanned).

[ludomastro]

Life on campus seems to flows in a different time reference than that of the city around it. Students mill about going and coming from classes. Professors can be seen taking a walk or a run at lunch. As the shadows close in on their shortest, a couple of young extremely attractive women, one human, one elf walk up to the clock known as Denny Chimes. They sit down and pull out a picnic basket complete with a checkered blanket like all the old holo-vids.

They glance around and then begin to eat their sandwiches.