IC: First Run - Food Fight, This is the first adventure for First Run Options

[WearzManySkins]

18th January 2072, Seattle, Redmond Barrens, Touristville - 20.41pm
Triangle - Restaurant - Dining Room

Lamia opens greatcoat, slithers over to one of the chairs on the corner of the table nearest the entrance to the dining room, coiling up around the chair, making sure none of her body will get stepped one or bumped by those going past or around her.

Listening to Mr Johnson, via Comm-link verifies the clip loaded into her Crusader.

"I am Lamia, I know nothing about those here or not here. If this place is not secure let us move to place that is."

Observing Dawn looking on the astral plane, flicks her tongue in her general direction.

Watches where and how each in the room becomes seated.

[Digital Heroin]

18th January 2072, Seattle, Redmond Barrens, Touristville - 20.41pm
Triangle - Restaurant - Dining Room

Frankenstein follows without question, moving like a glacier, slow but poised. He takes the walk as a chance to case the restaurant, and takes note of the general lack of patrons. Upscale, in Touristville. Must not be too well heard of, or maybe the location is just wrong. When they are escorted into the private dining room he takes in the sight of the man at the table with a detatched calm. Dwarf, lazy, too much jewlery. Must be the Johnson. Doc said to expect class. Frankenstein was not too sure this is what Doc expected.

When the question of the others comes, and Gtore answers, Frankenstein nods. It was the Barrens. Stuff happens. And then girl, Cindy, she overreats something fierce and it sets a frown on the massive troll's face. Unprofessional to show worry. Before he can caution her to calm down, however, the Latino girl in leather speaks up and says it better than he could. No need to be paranoid.

`People are not always reliable. They don't show, we get the job done, the job still gets done.`

[Drace]

18th January 2072, Seattle, Redmond Barrens, Touristville - 20.41pm
Triangle - Restaurant - Dining Room

Derek blinks a few times and shakes his head as he enters the room, opening his mouth to scan the room in ultrasound, trying to cover it up as a yawn. Post-yawn he walks to the seat facing exact opposite to the Johnson and casually pulls it back and sits down. He eyes the rest of the group sitting and standing, including the johnson and flashes a toothy smile. Damn, fraggers really got to chill out...

"They could be late, are on other biz, decided not to show up, or something could have happened to them. Things do happen to people in our kind of work sadly, guess it is an occupational hazard."

Deciding to take charge of the meet, he sets his cyber ears' sound filter to the conversation in the current room, while also setting up a trigger incase the ambient sound outside the room from the rest of the restaurant changes and turns on his ear recording unit.

"We can wait a few more minutes for the other 2 if you would like Mr. Johnson, or if you would prefer we could discuss the business proposal now, and if they come later, they can be brought back up to speed."

[Panticles]

18th January 2072, Seattle, Redmond Barrens, Touristville - 20.42pm
Triangle - Restaurant - Dining Room

Mr Johnson eyes up up all the runners before he finally speaks.

"I'm not waiting for the others to show up. Time is nuyen and while I'm sitting here I'm losing money. If the others get here before we're done I might, might, let them in on this action," growls Mr Johnson.

Reaching under the the table slowly, so nobody gets too jumpy, the dwarf pulls out a matt gray briefcase. Laying it on the table Mr Johnson rests his large beringed hands on top of it.

"Right then before we get down to the nitty gritty I want to make sure that you folks are interested. I'm offering you ten thousand nuyen each to do me a little job. If you're not interested this is the time to leave," says the Johnson before waiting for any of the runners to take their leave.

[Thanee]

18th January 2072, Seattle, Redmond Barrens, Touristville - 20:42
Triangle - Restaurant - Dining Room

Dawn looks at the dwarf.

What does he expect? That we show up here, but are not interested in hearing about his job offer?

"Well, I came here to learn more about the job you have to offer. So, yeah, I'm interested. Ten Kay definitely help to keep my interest. I sure won't do just about anything for that sum, but it's a good start. Before I can make a final judgement, I would need to know, however, what exactly we are talking about here. Or at the very least, have some idea of what you want to hire us for, if you do not want to go deeply into the details, yet."

She hasn't done a lot of shadow jobs, yet, just a few to get her started. Therefore, she cannot really judge very well, what to expect for the amount offered. Unlike some of the others, probably, she wasn't desperately in need for money, but let's face it, there are always things you want and you cannot afford, unless you are really, really, rich, so more money is always a good thing. This is also the reason, why she went looking for more lucrative sources of income. Being able to support her lifestyle was good, but there is always room for improvement. Ten thousand was a decent amount for sure, in fact it sounds like quite a lot, so she expects the job not to be too simple. A little job, he said. That surely was an understatement. But what's life without some complications...

[Seth]

18th January 2072, Seattle, Redmond Barrens, Touristville - 20.42pm
Triangle - Restaurant

OK thinks Cindy 10,000 nuyen. Thats a decent amount of cash: but for what? To kill the president it is pitifully low, to scare a few gangers it is quite high. Well lets see what the job entails!

"I am interested in listening to your proposal. "

[Digital Heroin]

18th January 2072, Seattle, Redmond Barrens, Touristville - 20.42pm
Triangle - Restaurant

The number rattles abou tin Frankenstein's skull a few moments, twisting about the maze synapses until it reaches the part of his grey matter that causes his lips to mouth the words 'ten thousand.' He has not heard that kind of figure since his fighting days, and even then he never saw that much of a take. With ten thousand he could really do something good for Doc.

`You have my attention.`

Odd phrase. Johnson already has his attention. In conversation people usually do. So the fact he needs to say it seems like some kind of strange. But he says it anyway, just to say something. Maybe that is why people say it. Or 'I'm listening.' Or 'Where's the beef?' Ok, so only Doc says that. Sometimes Frankenstein worries about Doc. He always says odd things.

[Xahn Borealis]

18th January 2072, Seattle, Redmond Barrens, Touristville - 20.42pm
Triangle - Restaurant

Bit was late. It was his own fault, but he didn't really see it that way. Coal was a good fixer, short and to the point, Bit liked that. His customary icon was a bit OTP, but Bit knew all too well how easy it was to project some digital facsimile of the self, as opposed to the meat. He'd never tell anyone, but Bit always felt nervous when dealing with people. No way to hide away your shortcomings, forced to play the cards you're dealt. In the 'Trix, Bit dealt his own deck. He internally chuckled at the pun, idly fingering the manual controls on his 'link.

This was Bit's first shadow job where he'd had to show up. In person. He was busy crunching code when he got the call from Coal telling to show at the Triangle for a job. Bit almost instantly hung up, when he heard Johnson was sticking 500 on it, just for showing up. Still, Bit simply HAD to finish this last megapulse of code, before jacking out and showing up outside a fairly flashy restaurant in Redmond. He noticed the small tag someone had left at the entrance and, with a thought, overwrote it with his own, a small animated glyph showing a simple dot containing a single digit which alternated between 1 and 0, spelling out the word 'bit' in binary.

Slaving his public 'link to his 'work' 'link and setting his PAN to 'ghost' mode, Bit entered the Triangle. When the maitre'd asked, "Hello, my name is Francois, do you have a reservation?" Bit nearly jumped out at his skin at the troll in the expensive-looking suit. It was all he could do to stammer out, "J-Johnson."

At this, Francois adopts an even more haughty expression, if that were possible, and remarks, "Well. It seems you are late. I will escort you to your table, but don't expect he shall be too pleased at your late arrival." Bit nods at this and follows him through the restaurant, head down like a naughty schoolboy being taken to the principal's office. Francois introduces him, "Mr. Johnson, sorry to interrupt, but it seems we have another guest who has recently arrived."

[Big Fella]

18th January 2072, Seattle, Redmond Barrens, Touristville - 20.42pm
Triangle - Restaurant

Gtore thinks to himself: Mmm. Firstly I am already being paid to guard Cindy. Secondly this guy is going to pay me to go with her on a job...which I am already being paid to do. Easy Money!

"I'm with her " pointing at Cindy hoping she says "yes"

[Drace]

18th January 2072, Seattle, Redmond Barrens, Touristville - 20.43pm
Triangle - Restaurant

Price right off the bat? He must be desperate, or he needs to get to the point fast...

Derek seems to thing about it for a second and smiles, giving the dwarf a nod. "I am more than willing to stay and listen for a 10 thousand job. That doesnt mean I am signed on though, I'd rather know what I am signing up for to see if the price is right"

He doesn't even pause to look over to the new guy joining them, keeping his focus on the johnson, since he heard Francois first and no one else was reaching for their weapons.

[WearzManySkins]

18th January 2072, Seattle, Redmond Barrens, Touristville - 20.43pm
Triangle - Restaurant

Lamia listens to the Johnson's words and those of the others around her.

There is more to this than just the money, one must gently and steadily search for the bait/truth. He seems to be pushing very hard, maybe too hard, but lets see how many of the warm bloods are as astute.

"I too am here to listen to your proposal, the money you offer is generous, but until I hear more details about the work, I will hold on my judgment. What is the prey or target you would have us seek, and what spines or barbs does the prey or target have?"

Lamia slightly turns her head to briefly examine the late comer then her attention goes back to Johnson.

[Xahn Borealis]

18th January 2072, Seattle, Redmond Barrens, Touristville - 20.43pm
Triangle - Restaurant

Did he say 'ten thousand'? This crowd looks like a lot of bruisers and mystical types, that amount, split equally... Not much with this many people.

Bit knew better than to vocalise his doubts, however, and listens to the conversation.

That troll girl talks like a shaman. Probaly a Snake shaman from the way she's flicking her tongue about like that. Oh, man, Johnson looks pissed. Why couldn't this meet be virtual? I could've saved time and shown up and kept coding at the same time! This place has probably got more bugs than Chicago. Is it worth scanning for listening devices? Mom was always on about 'professional courtesy'...

Loading his wireless scansoft, Bit checks for any hidden nodes broadcasting in the local area.

[marcgarc]

18th January 2072, Seattle, Redmond Barrens, Touristville - 20.44pm
Triangle - Restaurant

Damn Seattle traffic! Traffic jams on the Evergreen Point Floating Bridge are becoming worse. Staring at the crush of vehicles, Tenzin felt happy not to be licensed to drive or having his own land vehicle, it was much faster moving on foot. However, walking was not an option to cover the 17 miles between the International District and the Redmond restaurant where he had his appointment, so he decided to take public transportation. Just arrived at Redmond, 15 minutes later than the scheduled time, and was now waiting in the lobby of the Triangle, waiting for the waiter.

Vitaly, the dealer closely linked to the Russian Vory V Zakone, had called him and commented that he had heard fresh news about a Johnson looking some fresh meat to play well-paid job. Was very short of money since his arrival in Seattle, and the possibility of getting some Nuyens in his pocket must never be wasted. The motel room had much of his income, and then there was the damn outstanding debt to the Vory, for the money they advanced him to purchase his ticket to Seattle.

He had put on their best clothes to attend the Triangle. He had chosen his beige suit and linen look fabric with signature Mortimer, composed of two parts: loose pants and a kind of knee-length straight coat on an orange shirt. Verified that the two ceramic knives were well hidden in the recesses of the suit, and placed the bronze sword on his back. Found that the two Predator IV, in separate quick draw holsters to the height of the thighs, had a magazine inserted. And waited...

After only a few seconds, a scowling troll embedded in a suit that was to cost more money than Tenzin had seen together in his life, approached the desk in the hall, from within the establishment.
"Good evening, sir. May I help you anyway?", offers the troll, trying to disguise and hide some obvious discomfort
"A Johnson has something to tell", state Tenzin absently.
"May have already finished counting all the cool stuff he kept in his hat. You arrive with more than a quarter of an hour late. Follow me", says the troll in a haughty way, now without trying to hide in any way his growing discomfort.

Tenzin follows the suited troll through several sparsely populated rooms of the Triangle, and finally crossing a double glass doors, behind which there is a group of people already seated at a table presided over by a dwarf dressed elegantly, which seems to be the Johnson of Time ...

From the threshold, Tenzin takes a general overview of the room, bows his head, and is routed to the nearest empty chair.
"Sorry about being so late. Damn Seattle traffic... "