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[zed]

Sarial glanced over at J. "Me well my background is rigging, i have some basic hacking skills as well as driving. I know im not here for my legs, so im here for the tech side of things."

[Fuchs]

Yamashiro
June 2nd, 2072
2:06 PM


"I am good at 'andling computers as well as people." DD beams at Jay, then at the others present, using her french accent. "Sexiest 'acker you will ever meet, cheri."

Her commlink offers a few simsense recordings of past matrix runs and other performances - cleaned of incriminating evidence though - while she let her looks and pheromones speak for her.

[Embers]

Yamashiro
June 2nd, 2072
2:06 PM


"I'm a mage, I do magic." Fox answers, sounding rather proud of her status. "I'm the best spell caster you'll ever meet. I'm no slouch with spirits or defensive magic, but I really shine with casting spells. I may not have the toys that other mages have, yet, but on pure skill I'm equal to just about any meta-human you could name." the red-head boasts.

[Karoline]

Yamashiro
June 2nd, 2072
2:07 PM

"Well, since we're all being so open, I open stuff." she gives a wink to no one in particular "I get into places without being seen or maybe just not noticed and all that." she expands slightly on her skill set. The urge to slouch is getting uncomfortable and she's only been here for a few minutes, she wasn't sure she'd ever get used to fancy places like this. "So are we actually eating at this fancy place or just meeting here?" she asks, calling up the AR menu. She'd already eaten breakfast and so didn't really need any more for the day, but she was still treasuring real food while she had it.

[Trigger]

Yamashiro
June 2nd, 2072
2:07 PM

As if in response to Fey's question, the sliding door to the room opens once more, this time to reveal an handsome ork dressed in the top of line Vashon Island Synergist suit, a crisp, clean piece of art masquerading as a suit. He is wearing what appear to brand new mirror finish Oakley shades, and when he smiles at everyone in the room, his tusks glisten in capped platinum.

"Please, everyone, do order whatever you would like, this is a lunch meeting after all," he says with a smile as he enters the room, crossing on black socked feet to the empty sitting mat at the head of the table. "Sorry I am late, you know how traffic can be in the valley."

Sliding gracefully down into a formal sitting position on the floor, the ork says, "I recommend the Seattle roll, that is what I am going to be having. And to drink, the Yama-Jito, a sweet twist on the mojito- with sake."

[Fuchs]

Yamashiro
June 2nd, 2072
2:07 PM

DD straightens up a tiny bit when she spots the ork, mentally licking her lips at his appearance. That's what Hot Stuff looks like! She uses her internal commlink to alter the AR designs and dress ornaments a bit to match his suit's look better while she greets him.

In response to his offer she pulls up the menu, picking the Seattle Rolls and the drink he recommended - as much because they are likely to be very good as well as a bit of flattery.

[Embers]

Yamashiro
June 2nd, 2072
2:07 PM

Fox gives the ork who was obviously the johnson a slight bow, the most she could manage from her seated position. This is it, my first official Johnson! Keep cool. She uses the simrig concealed in her hair to start transmitting her emotions and impressions to her 'link. She was hoping to sell a first person perspective of a runner's first run to...someone, maybe Jay would know. Someone out there would want the simrecording of her first run, just for the reason that she was a mage and mundanes were interested if nothing else.

In response to the Ork's offer Fox briefly browsed the AR menu and put in an order for Shrimp Tempura and Jasmine tea. The shrimp was her favorite, and the tea was because she knew enough to know that she didn't know everything. It would be easier to pick up what she didn't from the others if she could actually make out what they were doing.

[BlackHat]

Jacket hadn't planned on ordering much - sort of an informal rule not to accept food from the unsavory sorts he was used to meeting with. However, this job probably wasn't the sort of gig he was used to. Apollo had struck him as someone who took their job seriously, and didn't treat their tools as disposable. He glanced at the menu briefly, before ordering the Seattle rolls and a Yama-Jito.

[zed]

Moments later Sarial glanced up from his menu and ordered the Californication rolls and the Bushido Martini. He glanced over at the Ork after he finished ordering. His lenses taking a quick still photo for future reference.

As soon as the discussions begun Sarial started recording, he'd want to be able to accurately blog the meet later.

[BlackHat]

After a flurry of AR activity, as the team made their separate orders, Jacket shifted his position on the floor, uncomfortably, as a silence fell over the table. He appreciated the free lunch, but hoped that the Johnson would get down to business now that their orders had been taken.

[Mister Juan]

When Terrence walked into the restaurant, he did so with a practiced casualness. Never mind the fact he had been across the street for the past half hour, “casing the joint” like they called it in the old days. While doing so, he had smoked his way through half a pack of cigarette, and mostly pretended to drink his coffee. He had simply watched, patiently, for any signs. “Signs of what” would have probably been a sound question to ask Terrence. Truth be told, the man himself wasn’t even sure what he was looking for anymore. Force of habit, that is, the habit of keeping oneself alive, had forced him to adopt a certain pattern to his usual business dealings.

He gave a pleasant and relaxed smile to the hostess, greeting her with a small bow of the head. The smile lingered on his lips for some time, as he made eye contact with the woman. A few months ago, Terrence would have never met face to face with a Johnson. A few months ago, no Johnson would have actually even wanted to meet him. People who required his services usually preferred not to sit across from him. Truth be told, most people felt uncomfortable with Terrence once they found out what he did exactly. Sure, a lot of his fellow shadow acquaintances shot and stabbed people in the face for money, just like he did. What bothered people was that it wasn’t only Terrence speciality, but it seemed to bother him oh so little. He was the kind of man who would strangle your grand aunt with her own oxygen tank’s breathing tube, and then go into the kitchen to fix himself a sandwich. And he’d smile while spreading the mustard on.

In all honesty, Terrence Forester was a grade A sociopath.

“Good evening sir. Do you have a reservation?”

One hand casually dug inside his jacket’s pocket, Terrence peered at her over a pair of silver framed square glasses.

“Do you have any specials tonight?”

The hostess blinked once, apparently not expecting the question. A consummate professional though, she launched into a quick explanation of the day’s menu. Terrence nodded a few times here and there, visibly paying attention to her, but truthfully taking the place in. She seemed at ease enough… Odds were still in his favour. But then again, maybe in a few minutes PCC security goons would swarm the place. Or some bounty hunter would come crashing the party.

Terrence cracked a smile mostly for himself. Oh how entertaining was life when everyone was after you.

“Would you like a table sir?”

Again, he smiled warmly at her.

“That won’t be necessary. I’m actually here to meet a friend, Mr. Morimoto.”

When Terrence came into the small private dining room, he didn’t seem fazed by the situation one bit. The man obviously late. He also obviously acted like it was a terribly boring and normal thing. He made sure to smile and make eye contact with everyone before sitting down.

“Ladies and Gentleman, good evening.”

Unbuttoning his jacket, Terrence reached in slowly, with the care of someone making it painfully obvious he wasn’t reaching for a gun. Out came a slender chromed cigarette case, which he flipped open and offered to anyone who might want one.

He tapped a cigarette a few times on the table.
Terrence, for all intent and purposes, look like the other million of faceless corporate executive that populated a good chunk of the city.

Hair cut in the latest corporate fashion.
Suit tailored in the latest corporate fashion.
Cigarette, watch and glasses from the latest corporate ads.

From that strangely hard to pin down age range of mid 30s / early 40s, even with the hair streaked with grey here and there.

He lit his cigarette, apparently not bothering himself with the menu.

“I do hope my late arrival hasn’t caused me to miss anything.”

He took another slow drag.

“The name’s Terrence.”

[Karoline]

Fae isn't particularly fond of fish, cooked or uncooked, and so decides to go with a fairly simple rice dish. It is fairly bland compared to alot of the other options, but it is best to take new things in small steps, and Fae hasn't eaten at a place quite like this before. She also avoids alcohol, instead opting for water. She'd consider tea if it wasn't so hot out. Perhaps a bad use of a free meal at an exclusive restaurant, but Fae is hardly in a sore spot for food.

Turning to see the late arrival, Fae says in a playfully teasing tone "Someone's late." She declines a cigarette and pointedly moves several inches further away from the man, half wishing she'd brought a gas mask... she hated the smell of those things.

[Mister Juan]

Terrence chuckled once.

"If you're there before it's over, you're on time."

[BlackHat]

Jacket simply nodded at the late arrival, before returning his attention to the Johnson. Terrence was able to walk in and sit down on his own, and didn't look like a highschooler, so his arrival - late though it may be - looked like an improvement of the situation.

[zed]

Sarial glanced at the newcomer, his photo being taken and stored for processing later. He nodded, declined the offered Cigarette and turned his attentions back to the Johnson.

[Trigger]

Yamashiro
June 2nd, 2072
2:15 PM

Everyone's orders arrive within ten minutes of being ordered, fresh and appetizing, and the Johnson cuts through any awkwardness of who should eat first by smiling to everyone and quickly starting in on his Seattle roll, raising the roll to his lips with chopsticks with relative ease.

"Please, everyone, enjoy your meals. We can discuss business after we eat, I like to keep my pleasure separate from my business," Mr. Johnson says in between bites.

[zed]

Sarial nods at his host and samples the food, dropping the chopsticks several times as he does so.

"Never did get that hang of these," he said trying to hide his embarrassment. "Mind you its not often i get to dine in an upmarket Japanese restaurant either."

[BlackHat]

Jacket looked a bit disappointed that the Johnson was going to keep business conversation until after everyone had eaten. He was planning to finish his food, in any case, but it seemed as though the rag-tag team of strangers would have very little to talk about - and even less that they would be willing to talk about - except the pretext which brought them all together. As he silently reached toward his own rolls, Sarial surprised him by speaking up - nothing too personal, or too revealing, but it was better than silence. Jacket looked around to see if anyone else would follow suit, and fill the room with idle smalltalk, but not volunteering, himself, just yet. His attention remained on his own chopsticks, which he wielded with unusually agile fingers. This merely compensated for his own complete lack of experience, allowing him to get the food into his mouth with success, but not with the casual panache the Johnson demonstrated.

[Trigger]

After everyone has enjoyed their meals, Mr. Johnson reachs for his drink and takes a small sip, clearing his throat, before speaking to the group.

"So, now that that is out of the way, why don't I explain why I had Apollo summon you all here to meet with me. The party that I represent would like you to extricate a young student from CalTech's graduating Master class, before he moves into their Doctorate program. The graduation ceremony is in two days time, on the CalTech campus; he must leave that ceremony with you and no one else. I cannot reveal the identity of the student until you agree to this task, but I can offer you 10,000 (IMG:style_emoticons/default/nuyen.gif) up front and 30,000 (IMG:style_emoticons/default/nuyen.gif) at completion, along with something to make it worth your while: I have a number of untouched P2.0 accounts set aside for those who help bring the student away from CalTech." Mr. Johnson smiles his charming smile the entire time, speaking smoothly, and with the confidence of one who is used to making business deals such as these.

[BlackHat]

Jacket smirked at the mention of P2.0. It was certainly a tantalizing, and unusual, bonus. He hadn't really put a lot of thought into what he would do with a P2.0 account - such signs of social status were well outside of his budget - but the few moments he spent entertaining the idea appealed to him. He knew people liked to watch him fight. This certainly came off as a higher-class way of putting his talents to the same ends - far more respectable than soaking the floors of some local dive in a back-room pit-fight. Returning his attention to the meet, he asked. "It is reasonable to withhold the target's name, for now, but can you tell us if the client is on-board with this... or will we he or she be uncooperative?" He brought this question up first - not because it was the most important of the question on his mind - but because it seemed like a good idea to open with something the Johnson would probably agree to disclose. He also knew the Johnson wouldn't have an answer to the question that worried him most about the job. Maybe after a little more discussion, he would feel more confident about what they were being asked to do.

[Trigger]

The Johnson sat back a little on his heels, adjusting his weight on his legs, smiling but also maybe taking the time to consider his words.

"The student is not unwilling to relocate, but he may have accepted a potential change from others as well. That is as much as I can let you know at this time about it though."

[zed]

Sarial sat quietly and listened to the question from Jacket.

"Well, the thought of P2.0 alone is enough to have my interest Mr Johnson. And (IMG:style_emoticons/default/nuyen.gif) 40,000 seems okay, dependent on the overall risk. So i'm definately interested." He paused for a moment, "are you able to say who the other interested parties may be or are we waiting for the others to agree?"

[Karoline]

Fae leans back some, resting on her hands, unable to handle sitting 'properly' any longer. She looks around the table and counts out the others who are supposedly here for the mission as well. Her ears give a slight twitch, perking up as she hears the P2.0 offer, though she does her best to continue as though it hadn't been a particularly interesting bit.

"50k would be so much easier to split though." she muses softly, as though to herself, but loudly enough for everyone to hear. An extraction from a school, wouldn't even be a single door that needs opening. Didn't exactly sound like her specialty, but it didn't sound hard either, and the P2.0 would be enough on its own to have her want to join in. Still, it didn't hurt to try sweetening the pot.

[BlackHat]

Jacket nodded. His second question had been asked by someone else, which suited him just fine. He had already decided to accept the job, although he wanted to try to get as much information as the Johnson would part with ahead of time. He didn't have a lot of experience negotiating these sorts of things - but he's been hired to guard enough people who have to know that the guy offering the money won't volunteer need-to-know information if it would give you a hand-hold for asking for more money. That said, if you ask them, directly, and it really is need-to-know, honor or reputation usually compels them to answer, or at least let you know that there is something to know that they can't go into details about yet. If the Johnson were to flat-out lie to them, and then spring the truth after they agreed... well... a lot of Shadowrunners would probably suck it up - himself included - but people would probably understand if they walked.

Having thought of another question, Jacket waited for the Johnson to clear the queue before asking, "Since you mentioned a Doctorate, is it safe to assume that one of the student's other agreements was with CalTech? It makes a big difference if we're going up against a few party crashers with other job offers, like ourselves, or if we should expect the entire weight of the school to come crashing down on us."

[Fuchs]

Yamashiro
June 2nd, 2072
2:50 PM

DD visibly perked up when she heard about the P2.0 account. Jackpot! That was what she was here for, what she run the shadows for - recognition, fame. Oh, and fortune too. She nodded at Fae's bid for more money, and at Jacket's words "I 'ave to agree, though some of those other offers could be from people with deep pockets. What kind of faculty are we talking about?"