Die-Gun Adept
Feb 15, 2067 9:33 PM
Club Rain
PAN: active

Die, "I tried to read her body language and tone during the meet but I wasnt able to really gain any information from it. My contact who also hooked me up with this job opportunity didnt know much either. Personally I'd like to error on the side of caution, some of the friends I have made since turning to this lifestyle have suggested that i never trust a Johnson as far as i can throw them. Worse she did seem annoyed when you tried to talk corp with her. If she plans on using us to exact revenge on some corp that has done her wrong we could be getting into something way over our heads. Then again if she is just trying to branch out on her own this could be really good for us to have a benifactor with such a strong background as to be ex corp.

Sorry, I havent been of much use so far. Hopefully if we do this right we wont need my skills that much."

Feb 15, 2067 9:35 PM
Club Rain
PAN: active

He takes a moment to look over the AR roster and begins to input information into the fields while listening to the chatter.

Shen
Expertise: I have all the basic skills covered. My specialty lies in illusions.
Vehicle: Dodge Scout
Weaknesses/liabilities: None
No surprises disclaimer: Criminal SIN from over seas but nothing here.
Wanted: No

He waits till the gun adept finishes before throwing his two cents in. "She worried that we don't have the experience to succeed at this and there's a touch of desperation about this whole job, she needs us to succeed. I don't know if it's important or not, but she is bouncing back from some sort of gunshot injuries to her torso, probably within the past six months or so." He takes a moment to look around the club as he speaks.

"Since this will come up at some point, here's what I know about the name she dropped. Cesear is known as Chrome and is the heir to the Ciarniello family. Currently his major responsibilities include managing the family's pornography and prostitution rackets. I also know that the area of Tacoma is a big battle ground between the organized families, particularly the Yaks, the Gianelli's and the upcoming Vory V Zakone (the new face of the Russian mob). The yaks have been steadily taking over the territory that was once controlled by Ginelli but the Vory V Zakone are trying to turn Tacoma into their main base. "

2.15.67 21:35
Club Rain
PAN:Passive


Johnny ponders for a moment, thinking before he speaks." As long as she is hoping we'll succeed I dont see a problem. Revenge or Street cred is a good enough motivating force for me to throw in for.." Smiling as he continues "with pay of course."

"The only thing, at the moment, I'm concerned with is the target. Not so much from I dont want to do it, but we should all be aware of a simple fact.....Biz is Biz, but if we flatline a main 'pasta-boy' it stops being biz, and it becomes personal."
Johnny looks at all of them squarely in the eyes to emphasize the point.

Die-Gun Adept
Feb 15, 2067 9:36 PM
Club Rain
PAN: active

Die shifts her senses slightly to mentally compose a text messages to Shen so she doesnt interrupt the main conversations.

Shen >> Hiya its me Die. It hasnt been that long since i discovered some of the things i can do are a result of magic and it still freaks me out that it even exists. I wouldnt ask you to do any magic tricks for us as i know its more than that but I am curious about what tradition you follow and if you have one of those mentor spirit thingies that talks to you. You dont have to answer if you dont want to, i dont mean anything by it its just I think its pretty impressive how fully you can manipulate mana. <<

Feb 15, 2067 9:37 pm
Club Rain
Clothing A

Tad was extremely impressed by the amount of info Shen had on the J. Must've assensed her. Gotta see what that damned textbook says about me learning to do that. But he is more interested in the mafia info.

"So the fellow that owns this place is no lightweight. I suppose the good news is that a lot of his resources must be in play down in Tacoma right now, while our target is in Renton. I'm talking to a guy tomorrow about what sort of action Mr. C has going on in that part of town."
He turns to Yen. "And I definitely hear what you are saying about killing his people, at least the ones that matter. But I suppose the bright side is that they may be reluctant to call the police.

"Okay, since no one has much to add on the topic of a safehouse, I think we should stick with a decentralized infrastructure. We'll establish lines of communication and arrange face-to-face meets when needed. Any other option will take too big a bite out of our already thin profit margin

"That makes the next order of business a summary of the info on our briefing chip. Jonathan?"

2:15:67 9:38pam Club Rain
Pan: Passive

"I'z knows this chummer is familia to the Ciarniello family. Not a good person to get on the bad side of. We needs to be careful we covers ours tracks." He considers something before going on. "I could gets more info tomorrow when I can ask some people I knows." Roc smiles at having contributed to the group. He takes a big swig from one of his beers and eyes the crowd keeping an eye out for anything that looks like trouble. Satisfied for the moment he moves over by where Johnny is standing and leans against the wall."By the way chummer you look familiar. Do I knows you?" He asks Johnny.

Taken off guard by the private lines of text, Shen takes a moment to think before replying.

>>I follow an incarnation of desire. My mentor spirit is the pulse of want in the back of your throat, that hunger that never ceases. Through him I am able to exploit the weaknesses in my enemies and bring comfort to a wounded soul. I take no offense at your questions but I thank you for your courtesy.<<

2.15.67 21:39
Club Rain
PAN:Passive

Johnny looks up at the big Troll, not a far up as most in the room have to, but up none the less." I think we have mutual friends....the ones who like tattoos." Johnny says in a lowered voice, not that he thought it'd carry but, out of habit.

2.15.67 20:43
Club Rain
PAN: Active
Gear: 'Runner gear

Jonathan looked up guility, having just pulled himself out of AR enough to pay attention to the small window in the corner of his vision blinking for his attention. He accessed it, finding the section that corresponded to him, and quickly filled it in, posting it up to the LAN they'd created in just a few seconds. He listened to the conversation for a moment, relieved to realize that it would be normal for him not to have chipped in, because he didn't know anything.

Jonathan
Expertise: Technical. Hacking.

Can we count on you for tough hacks? I can handle anything you can throw at me, with enough time.

How easily can you enhance our commsec? I don't exactly carry ICe around with me, but I can bump your commlinks hardware and software as far as you're willing to pay.

Vehicle: N/A

Weaknesses/liabilities: Isolated system - how are you going to hold up in a physical insertion? The suits fairly well armored, and I'm a good shot with a pistol. Not great, but good. Shouldn't hold you up, but don't expect me to turn the tides in a gunfight.

No surprises disclaimer: Nah, ex-corp, SIN'er but nothing on it.

Wanted: By no one.

Tuesday Feb 15, 2067 9:44 pm
Club Rain
Clothing A


As he surveyed the contents of the info chip that Jonathan added to the shared AR display, Tad smiled inwardly at the degree of info the J had provided. Fortune may indeed have smile on him with an employer such as this. Now he had to make sure to earn further opportunities to work for her.

"Well, it looks to me as though we have an extremely well-rounded team assembled here, excepting a glaring lack of transportation. We will have to add that to our list of secondary things to do, as it will be particularly crucial for this operation, especially if we want to score any bonus merchandise from this warehouse.

"But our first priority is gathering info on the target. Looking at all this info we have, my mind is spinning with ideas already, as I'm sure is the case with the rest of you. But in the interests of efficiency, I would urge us to consider all planning of the actual heist to be, at this early date, an utter waste of our time. We simply don't know enough, and what we need to do first is organize our reconaissance.

"Since we have an infil specialist, I propose we assign primary responsibility for casing the place to Mr. Yen. Further, while I think there is no end to the secondary tasks we could all occupy ourselves with, given time, I propose that we make our time and skills available to Mr. Yen's efforts on a priority basis, and direct ourselves to other pursuits with whatever time remains.

"So, Mr. Yen, if we make ourselves available to you, can you have the place thoroughly sussed out in time for a planning session 48 hours from now?
And which of us do you need, and when? Once we get that straightened out, we can talk see what resources we have left for transport and research on Mr. C."

2.15.67 21:45
Club Rain
PAN:Passive

Johnny feels the burning of eyes upon him as he thinks. "The big guy here.." looks at the troll "and I see good at night, the wonders of our genetics." At least I got something out of it Johnny thinks to himself. "Around the clock surveillence wont be neccessary, but we should try to probe the security at least once....call a pizza guy to deliver at a wierd hour, see what happens."

Johnny pauses for a moment. "I'll work on transport during the days. We can cut our surviellence time down if we can locate and identify the types of outter devices. Anyone have a decent camera with zoom?" "That'll lead us to our matrix-guru locating the specs on the devices."

Tuesday Feb 15, 2067 9:46 pm
Club Rain
Clothing A



"All right, noted: Mr. Yen is going to handle our transportation problem. Let us know what assistance you need with that. As for the camera, if none of us has one, that might be a good piece of gear to try and get from the J for free. We all have the number for data drops for her, as shown on the chip contents kindly displayed for us by Mr. Jonathan. The more gear we can contrive to use, the more we might get reimbursed for, though my understanding was that we would have to front the initial cash ourselves.
"On that point, I suggest we each keep track of run-related expenses incurred. Barring veto based on exorbitance or purchases of an excessively personal nature, those expenses could be reimbursed off the top of the Y9,000 final payment we have coming. Please clear anything over Y500 with the team before moving ahead. If anyone has objections to that, speak up.

"Mr. Roc, could you please be sure to establish a line of communications with Mr. Yen, and be available to assist him in his scouting? His skills will be the linchpin to this particular assignment, so please keep him safe.

"Mr. Shen, it occurs to me that at some carefully timed point in his investigations, Mr. Yen may be inclined to call on you to view our target astrally. Thus, it might be a good idea to coordinate with him prior to any long-term projects you may undertake.

"Mr. Jonathan, it sounds like Mr. Yen will not be needing your services until later on in the process. I am sure I don't need to spell out for you all the things we could use more information on.

"As I suspect we are all the sorts of individuals that operate best under our own auspices," Tad wound up, smiling at Die, "and as I seriously doubt we are in any danger from prospective opposition at this point, I suggest we think about getting out of here and down to our own tasks as soon as possible.
"I will reserve this room for 2200 hours on Thursday night, when we will put together a final plan with the information we glean over the next 48 hours. Until then, we all know how to contact one another.
"Now, I have dominated these proceedings long enough. Before we adjourn, I invite any suggestions or comments on how best we can achieve our mutual goals."

2.15.67 21:50
Club Rain
PAN:Passive

"For gear I might have a line on a cheap source, usually around 30 to 50 percent of actual cost. It's mostly used and always stolen." Johnny smiles at the tail end of his sentence. "If you can link any specific items, including spec's to my comm I'll search them out. If it's okay, I'd like the big guy to come along...it can be a rough place and his presence should stop any casual harrassment." Johnny looks at the troll awaiting a reply or even a simple nod. Johnny then turns towards the mouthpiece of the team. "A skilled negotiator could lower our costs signifigantly also"

Tuesday 2/15/67 21:51
Club Rain
Clothing A

"That will be no problem, Mr. Yen. As I said, your reconnaissance, as well as vehicle acquisition, are our two top priorities, and we are all available to you.
Although we will soon go our separate ways to make ourselves individually useful to our mutual aims, the idea is that we stay in close contact and call upon one another for assistance if needed.
"Mr. Yen, that just means to let me know when you want my help with the negotiations, and we will hook up.
"Anything else?"

Die-Gun Adept
Tuesday Feb 15, 2067 9:52 PM
Club Rain
PAN: active

Die thinks for a moment and then beams her shopping list over to Johnny's comm. >>I could really use a pair of glasses with vision mag, image link, and smartlink mods. Preferrably black in color but as long as they are not glowing neon its kool.<<

Hmmm have i done anything wrong in the presense of these fellow runners?, she trys to recall the events of this evening, I cant think of any thing i have done. Why wasnt I asked to go along for protection or asked to go along to do some fast talking. Maybe they just dont trust elves, I probably shouldnt have told them i had a SIN from the Tir Tairngire. Oh well just keep smiling and do what they ask you to do, being under appreciated is far better than being groped and fondled. Besides they are doing all the work and I can sit on my ass watching trids and get the same amount of money! The last thought made the smile on her face bigger.

2:15:67 9:52
Club Rain
Pan: Passive

Roc listened carefully to make sure he did not miss anything. This was new to him. Ususally he just stood back and anticipated violent actions. That was what he was good at. Now that he was actually a part of the team meant he had to pay attention and understand what was going.

He nodded agreement to Mr. Yen, "Backup is whats I dooz bests. What's time uz wants to meets tomorrow?" Roc thinsk for a moment before speaking again, "Iz culds also talks wif some gangs in da area. I mights be able to gets info thats way furz uz."

Feb 15, 2067 9:53 PM
Club Rain
PAN: Passive

Shen watches as the structure begins to take shape around him. He waits for a moment to speak. "If on one needs me right now I'm going to start preparing for the run. There are certain rituals I can undertake to better insure our success." With a thought he transmits the contact info to the others. "Feel free to contact me if you need any help or my particular expertise." He pauses before leaving to make sure they don't have any last minute instructions for him.

Tuesday Feb 15 9:54 pm
Club Rain
Clothing A

Tad smiles as it becomes clear everyone is on the same wavelength so far.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Shen. I am sure our infiltrator will have need of your services sometime in the next 48 hours, but until then, good luck with the rituals."

"All right then. Just to very quickly summarize -
Our first priority is to be available to assist Mr. Yen.

After that, we'd like to learn as much as possible about Mr. C's Renton operations.

And our other task for the next 48 hours is personal prep. I hope everyone can be completely ready to go from the moment we start the planning session - which will be HERE, 2200 hours, Thursday night. That's it."

As the others start to move, Tad takes a seat next to Die. "Ms. Die, could I have a moment? First of all, you seem to know this place pretty well. I'd like to reserve this room for our next meet the day after tomorrow, but I hope to do so without leaving any sort of commtrail - keep it a strictly verbal arrangement. Could you help me arrange that? Also, you mentioned you were new in town. Well, I have some things I need to do unti midday tomorrow, but after that I am going to meet someone whose acquiantance might be useful to you, if you'd like an introduction. If you're busy, though, I understand." As usual, Tad hid his true intentions - to score a free bodyguard and to get a better sense of this question-mark woman - behind a mask of magnanimity.

Die-Gun Adept
Tuesday Feb 15, 2067 9:54 PM
Club Rain
PAN: active

As the others gave their closing thoughts and comments and began standing she could tell that Tad obviously wanted to speak with her in private or maybe hit on her which she thought was unlikely since thats the last thing you need on a run. She took the first opportunity she could to speak up before any of the people she had brought left. "If anybody needs a ride back to The Underground or back home I'm available just wait for me downstairs on the first floor or outside by my car, I understand if you choose to decline."

She remained sitting and sure enough as the others began to file out of the room Tad came over and sat next to her.

Tad, "Ms. Die, could I have a moment? First of all, you seem to know this place pretty well. I'd like to reserve this room for our next meet the day after tomorrow, but I hope to do so without leaving any sort of commtrail - keep it a strictly verbal arrangement. Could you help me arrange that? Also, you mentioned you were new in town. Well, I have some things I need to do unti midday tomorrow, but after that I am going to meet someone whose acquiantance might be useful to you, if you'd like an introduction. If you're busy, though, I understand."

Die, "Ok first off nobody who is going to be having my back is gonna call me Ms. anything, just call me Die. Reserving a room for thursday will be no problem, im in tight with one of the bartenders although i would appreciate you keeping that to yourself for the moment. Exactly what field of expertise is your acquiantance in? How do you know who would be useful to me and who would not" she tried to read any reaction Tad might have but she saw nothing, she knew it was a long shot since they were both skilled in that area. "Well in any event you now have me curious and I didnt really get in on any of that planning stuff so my schedule is free." She smiles to relieve any tension. "When and where should i meet you? I hope you were planning on providing transport to this meeting because i dont feel comfortable taking my car, I hardly use it at all for shadow biz. Will it be ok if i pack some heat or will that freak your acquiantance out?".

Tuesday Feb 15, 2067 9:56 pm
Club Rain
Clothing A

"I'll be sitting by the fountain in Gates Park in Touristville at noon tomorrow. There is a relatively secure parking structure off the northeast corner of the park you can use for your car, if you wish. From the park it is about a thirty-minute walk to where I will meet my acquaintance. And I would definitely encourage you to come armed." Tad smiled. "Now, why don't we go have a chat with your bartender friend? We want the room at 10:00 pm Thursday evening, and I'll be prepared to pay the standard rate in cash when we arrive then."

Die-Gun Adept
Tuesday Feb 15, 2067 10:00 PM
Club Rain
PAN: active


Die, "Sure just follow me and I will introduce you". She stood and walked out of the room they had been using and proceeded to lead Tad down the nearest stairs to the second floor where Cali worked. While they walked a red flag went up in Die's mind as Tad failed to answer one of her questions. So im gonna need my weapons and he doesnt really know what this person has to offer me..I hope he is smart enough not to immedeately jeopordize this relationship by telling lies. I better get a good nights rest tomorrow it sounds like I will have to really be on my toes.

As they exited the stairwell Die did her best sexy walk towards the bar while she watched Cali doing her thing. Cali finished mixing a drink for a human male that was hopelessly trying to flirt with her and every female around him when she caught Die's gaze and smiled. Die did not fail to notice Cali also spot Tad following behind her but Cali did not show any reaction. Die and Cali were not tight but there were still rules, one of which being thats its impolite to rub your other partners in one anothers face.

Die, "Hi Cali! You look hot as always. How's your night going? I'd like to introduce a new business associate of mine who goes by the name Tad. Tad this is the friend I was telling you about named Cali."

Tuesday 15 Feb, 2067 10:01 pm
Club Rain
Clothing A

Approaching the bar behind Die, Tad loosened his overpriced tie in the manner of a person who is just coming off the clock and means to enjoy himself. It is a physicalization of the transformation he is imposing on himself from all-business to a more relaxed demeanor.

"It's a real pleasure, Cali. Die tells me you're the lady to talk to about biz in these parts. Thing is, my chummers and me just now really enjoyed one of those secure rooms up on the third floor. What I wanna do is get it for this o'clock on Thursday. But, uh, I need it off the books, if you know what I mean. I can pay cash on arrival, but I don't want any sort of electronic record. Is this something we can do?"

2.15.67 21:52
Club Rain
PAN:Passive

Johnny looks up at the troll to respond to him." Local gangs, that's something I hadnt considered...good thinking. As far as what time, I think the earlier the better, although we are taking the night shifts. I saw you on the bike, you can drive a stick shift? Me I'm not so good at it myself."

Feb 15, 2067 9:54 PM
Club Rain
PAN: Passive

He turns and begins to make his way out of the club back to his scooter. Opening a new window, he sends a private message to Yen.

>>Let me know when you require my assistance.<<

Giving a wave goodbye who leaves the din of the club behind and makes his way home. Driving through the traffic and letting his mind wander he reviews the job and the new people he'll be working with going forward. He shakes himself from the idle train of thought he was having and sends a message through his link. Grabbing the ID he has for Crimson he composes a simple line of text and sends it.

>>I would have to chat with you sometime soon, let me know when and where.<<

Tuesday 15 Feb, 2067 10:11 pm
Club Rain

Tad and Die:

:: Cali nods at the pair and instinctively drops two napkins in front of them in preparation for their drink order, but hearing business talk, relaxes a bit relieving her professional distance. ::

"Not an unheard of request, only I'm not in charge of bookings. You'd need to talk to Marie, over there."

:: She inclines her head to a well dressed woman having what looks like an intimate conversation with a trio of obviously wealthy business men. ::

Feb 15, 2067 9:54 PM
Streets of Seattle

Shen:

:: The streets are wet from a recent drizzel sending up a fine mist from the cars around you and reflecting the lights of the nighttime city giving an almost weightless feeling to the world, all sky and skyscrapers with no land beneath them. A response arrives within minutes. ::

>>An invitation to the club has been extended. If you choose, dress well and arrive anytime to enjoy the evenings entertainment. A meeting is scheduled for you at Midnight.<<

Die-Gun Adept
Tuesday Feb 15, 2067 10:12 PM
Club Rain
PAN: active

Die, "Hey Cali do you know the guys she is talking with?". Turning to Tad she whispers, "I think maybe we should wait until she finishes talking with those guys, I will back you up whatever you decide though."

2:15:67 10:11 Club Rain

Roc nods at Johnny's question, "I aint no rigger buts I can drive most things wif wheels. Whats da plan?" He finishes off his beers in a couple of swallows while he scans the crowd. He didn't think there could be any trouble here, but just in case he gives an intimidating stare to anyone comes near.

Tuesday 15 Feb, 2067 10:12 pm
Club Rain

:: Cali shrugs. ::

"Just some guys looking for entertainment probably. If you have the right type of cred, you get the four star treatment. Lemme get you a drink while you wait. I've already sent her a message that she's got more business waiting. What are ya having?"

Die-Gun Adept
Tuesday Feb 15, 2067 10:13 PM
Club Rain
PAN: active

Die, "Umm I'll just have some soycaf w/ cream and sugar". She hits a few menu buttons and the nuyen is flowing through the air and into the clubs account.

She waits for Tad to order and then begins to try and make small talk. "So Tad what did you do before this?"

Tuesday 15 February 2067 10:14 pm
Club Rain
Clothing A - tie loosened

Tad gestures that he won't need a drink. Got to get some cash or cert cred. Without I am either leaving a commtrail everywhere or else effectively penniless.

"Well, I've spent the last eight months mediating gang disputes and handling kidnap negotiations. But all small-time stuff. Before that....public relations. Non-profit. And yourself?"

2.15.67 22:12
Club Rain

Johnny answers the big Troll. "Nothing to big, maybe a layout of the area. How many stop lights, exits out, ways into the area...simple stuff. It might be best to start that since we dont have alot of time. Sort of working to bring our circle in tight around the building." Johnny uses his hands to illustrate, touching fingers to fingers and thumb to thumb, then he brings them together with a closed fist and the other wrapped around it.

2.15.67 22:13
Club Rain


Johnny snaps his fingers abruptly then looks at the Troll. "Roc I dont think we can pull this off on your bike." Looking around he spies the Girl and the mouth piece. "Maybe she'll take us ?.....if we ask nicely."

Die-Gun Adept
Tuesday Feb 15, 2067 10:15 PM
Club Rain
PAN: active

Die, "Me? Uhh well I havent really ever had a normal job before. I used my looks to make enough money just to get by which i dont care to go into detail about and then I sorta fell in with some smugglers for a little bit and I thought this would be a natural progression not to mention alot more urban. A girl has to shop to survive you know." She smiles.

Tuesday 15 February 2067 10:16 pm
Club Rain
Clothing A - weapon checked

"I absolutely agree," Tad responded, without a trace of irony. "Presentation is so often scoffed at by the ignorant, but we both know what a huge part of any interaction it is. Only a fool neglects his, or her, shopping."

2.15.67 22:23
Club Rain
PAN: Active
Gear: 'Runner gear

Left to his own devices, Jonathan takes the opportunity to slip downstairs and out of the club, already regretting the constant feel of data flowing through the AR, like a cool breeze on his face.

He catches a cab, grudging the nuyen but not wanting to ask for a ride with any of the others. He knew what they wanted, and he'd get around to it. It had been hours since he'd gone full VR anyway, this would be a good excuse. Besides, he could do the research on this place with his eyes closed. Meanwhile, there were plenty of other things to attract his attention...they'd probably expect him to have sprites up and ready to go anyway.

He paid the cabby and shuffled up to his apartment, hands tucked deep in the pockets of the suit Mac had convinced him to buy. He draped it carefully along the couch, and sent a swift message off to the dry cleaning place. It cost a little more, but they delivered, and he very rarely wore the suit anyway. Necessities taken care of, he slumped back on the thin spring mattress of his bed and dropped out of this reality, and into the world of the Green Man.

He raced along nodes and danced across the electron streams, gathering a bit of data here and a bit of data there, cast offs and errors, assembling the collection into a flaming ball of fire, green tinted of course, filling the hollow space between two large cybernetic arms and a few various bits and pieces, the motif of the sprite following very much along that of his own avatar.

Feb 15, 2067 10:12 PM
Seattle - Tacoma
PAN: Passive

As he locks up the scooter, he reviews the message and a smile slowly creeps across his face as he takes the steps two at time to his apartment. He pauses only to check his mail before heading in. Tossing the junk mail on the counter of the small kitchenette as he makes his way to the closet. Sliding it open he begins to sort through the dry cleaning bags, trying to find the perfect thing to wear to the club. Looking over his choices he selects a pale cream dress shirt and a dark grey slacks. Tossing them out on the bed, he quickly adds a artfully work looking suede jacket and some black leather shoes.

Grabbing a quick shower and arranging for a cab to the club. No arriving on a scooter tonight, budgets be damned. He leaves his hair wet and tousled, trying for a fresh innocence he left behind a long time ago. One last look in the mirror, he shuts all the criticism that floats to the surface and runs downstairs to meet the cab. He spends the ride over going over his meeting with Crimson. Trying to perfect his opening line and making sure to have several witty one liners ready. He quickly finds himself stepping out and making his way to the entrance, he takes a few deep breaths and feels the hunger uncoil from his soul. He invokes the shimmer of want and recklessness that his totem carries. He slides it on like an old glove and smiles as the evening begins.

2:15:67 22:17 Club Rain

Roc agrees wif Johnny. "Yah, da bike won't fit boof ov us. I aints no gud wif nice talkin. Uz do da talkin." Roc follows Johnny to the bar where they had seen Die and Tad last. The crowd seemed to part before the big troll probablly for fear he would step on somebody's feet. As they get closer to the bar Roc can look over the4 top of the crowd and spots Die's location. "Over dat way," he says to Johnny.

2.15.67 22:17
Club Rain PAN:Passive

Johnny works his way through the crowd easily as the norms move out of the Trolls way. Johnny cant help but admire the presence the huge Troll exudes that would part a crowd, then the small ping of despair hits him, It's because he is a changed one, another poor soul like himself. Johnny waits with Roc on the outside of Die's and Tads coversation amongst the crowd that has dared to come close.

Die-Gun Adept
Tuesday Feb 15, 2067 10:18 PM
Club Rain
PAN: active


While talking with Tad and waiting for Marie, Die is people watching from the bar. There are young and middle age people of all race and metatype visable. The people on the dancefloor keep running their hands through there hair and over there bodies like water is pouring over them as they dance, Die laughs as it is kinda funny when your not viewing things with an AR overlay.

Then she spots someone who only slightly towers over the rest of the crowd moving towards the bar. As the figure gets closer she can see that it is Roc. Following in his wake is mr sticky fingers Johnny, doesnt look like he is picking anybodies pockets but maybe he is just that good.

Die, "Hi guys? Is something wrong?". Die begins to freak out a little even though she makes an effort to keep cool on the outside. Her eyes dart around the room at the 4 stairs wells and over the crowd to see if there is anyone chasing Roc and Johnny. "Im sorry if you guys have been waiting awhile, Tad and I are just trying to arrange some stuff..."

2.15.67 22:19
Club Rain
PAN:Passive

Johnny smiles at her question. "That offer for a ride still good?" Leaning in close to whisper."We have a few stops along the way if youre ready to get to work."

2:15:67 22:20 Club Rain
Pan: Passive

Roc lets Johnny do the talking. He gaves an intimidating look to anybody who comes close to their little corner of the bar leaving space for their group to talk. Roc knew this is what he did best and it almost had become second nature to him. He resume his natural work stance feet a little apart and hands clasped in front of him and his head on a swivel watching for anybody that came too close.

Tuesday 15 February, 2067 10:21 pm
Club Rain
Clothing A

Not knowing how long the wait was going to be, Tad yelled in Die's pointed ear over the music - "If you guys are ready to roll, no need to wait around for me. Thanks for the intro - I'll return the favor tomorrow at noon. Remind these guys to call any of us specialists any time they need anything, and you do, too. We'll all try to stay productive on our end."

Die-Gun Adept
Tuesday Feb 15, 2067 10:22 PM
Club Rain/On the road
PAN: passive


Die, "Affirmative. I guess I will see you tomorrow around noon Tad." Die downs the rest of her soycaf she had been sipping on and then winks at Cali. She then turns to Roc and Johnny. "Let's roll boy's." She starts heading for the stairs down to the first floor and waits just past the weapons pick up point for the boys to get any weapons back. As the last one gets his gear back she continues out the exit and walks to her car.

She uses her comm to pop the doors, the trunk, and start the car. "Give me a second and i will be ready to drive you guys wherever you need to go." Die walks to the back of the car and takes off coat and lays it out carefully in the trunk. She then digs around in a black dufflebag and lays out her arm slide harness rig inside her coat and then carefully puts the coat back on. She then extends the slides and digs around in the duffle bag for two guns which she attaches to the slides and then retracts them before she pulls her arms out of the trunk. She zips up the dufflebag and closes the trunk. She spends a second adjusting the harness so it fits perfectly and then she hops back into thedriver seat and shuts the door.

"So I guess your the one calling the shots now Johnny where would you like to go first? Do some drive-bys of that warehouse or somewhere else? Just to let you guys know i am packing some heat now and should be good to go if anything goes down. Hell you know what, just connect your com to mine and I will let you use the autonav program to drive us around. Then we can talk or focus on plans and stuff. " Johnny's comm now has a little blinking icon representing a connection to Die's comm.

2:15:67 10:22
Pan Passive

Roc walks over to his bike and make sure it is secure. He hoped it would be alright for the night where it was. He walked over to Die's car and got in the back seat. It was tight squeeze and his knees are up aginst his chest. When Die mentions guns Roc remembers he left his Ingram back in his doss. "Mize gun's back in meez doss. Weeze shouldn't need it tonights doa. Weeze just lookin."

Tuesday Feb 15, 2067 10:24 PM
Club Rain

:: Marie laughs visibly as she touchs one of the gentlemen's arms, motioning towards way upstairs with a happy nod. As they move away, towards whatever delights they have arranged, Marie turns with purpose and glides through the crowd towards the bar. As she approaches Tad, she puts on her business smile and extends both hands in order to take his. Her touch is intimate, and inviting but a little too professional. Leaning in close, her mouth come close enough to his ear for her warm breath to move the tiny hairs along his neck. ::

"I was told you have a special needs request?"


Velvet Underground

:: The unusual club seems to take on a change when the sun sets. The sidewalk is lit with soft blue lights on all sides, more to keep away the nefarious night dwelling lesser citizens of the cities than anything else. A large extremely well dressed Troll stands guard infront of the front entrance and beside him, visible only to those with awakened sight, stands the ethereal ghost of an astral mage, the long katana crackling with magical energy at his side. ::

:: These guardians of the front seem uninterested in any activity on the street, except for those who approach. The biggest annomoly is the lack of an AR presence surrounding the old victorian house. The only seeming addition to those with AR abilities is a small golden sign in the window with the words "Members Only" in pleasant script. This icon allows those with approved accounts to access the evenings announcements, and place drink orders as well as arrange meetings with any of the other members. ::

:: At Shen's approach, Kona the guard smiles warmly and reaches for the handle of the door. ::

"Good evening Shensahati. Welcome to the Velvet Underground."

:: Entering the club at night, the warmth is the first thing that greets you. In contrast to the chilly air out in the cold night of Seattle, the small alcove inside the door is warm and inviting. A young girl Shen is unfamiliar with stands before the signature velvet drapes seperating the welcome area with the club proper. While there are indeed very hi end sensors hidden in the wooden panneling, the scans are conducted silently and invisibly. Once they inform the secondary guard of a satisfactory inspection, she steps aside, sweeping the curtian open as she does so. ::

"Crimson extends her welcome. Your drinks will be complimentary this evening."

:: The bar is split into two halfs, lining the entrance wall on either side, the symmetry complimented by twin women with fair complexions marred with just the right amount of freckles, their long nearly white hair is pulled into long french braids which whip around as they move deftly behind their respective counters. ::

:: Instead of dining tables and chairs, the room is situated with velvet lined wingback arm chairs in ruby, emerald and sapphire hues. The tables are arranged so that each conversation is isolated and protected creating a quiet hushed ambiance. ::

:: The far side of club has a large round stage lit in soft warm tones and is flanked on either side by ornate arched staircases that lead upstairs. In each respective corner, large waterfalls spill from the second floor to small pools on the first, lined with limestone to contain the constant flow of water creating an extremely effective white noise generator, additionally compensated by hidden mechanics in the base of the signature pieces. ::

Tuesday 15 Feb, 2067 10:25 pm
Club Rain
clothing A


After an evening of absolutely suppressing his libido around the overtly sexual Die, Tad was particularly susceptible to this Marie person's wiles. But he suspected that this was simply her way of getting a leg up, as it were, on people she did biz with. Still, he wanted to respond, and it would be almost rude not to, so, "Well, not that special," he responded, and for a split second made it look like he would move closer to her in response to her whisper, but just as quickly he reasserted a polite stance. Still, his hands lingered in hers briefly before extracting themselves from her greeting. "Actually, it's pretty mundane, I'm afraid, and hardly worth your time, though I'm glad for the chance to meet you. Call me Tad. My chummers and I just enjoyed one of your rooms upstairs, and want to reserve one for Thursday night at ten. Thing is, I paid with my comm tonight, but that's about as much of an electron trail as I'd like to leave. Any way we can handle the reservation, like, totally off the books? I'll be in a position to pay cash or certified cred on arrival Thursday night."

Tuesday 15 Feb, 2067 10:25 pm
Club Rain

:: She smiles and nods, her lips pouting just slightly as she seems to think, when actually is checking the schedule via her AR contacts, the display on her eyes making them appear to sparkle in the dim club lighting. ::

"That shouldn't be a problem Tad. And call me Marie. Just to keep the room reserved I'll put it under Jack. I've always liked that name...when you arrive, just let the bouncer know that Jack is here to see Marie and I'll personally see you set up well."

:: Her lips are never more than 5 inches from your ear, so that when you turn to look at her, the proximity is designed to put your mind on other things. Her soft perfume hits of freshly laundered linens with a touch of vanilla as she rests her hand on your arm. ::

"Of course, there would be a minor service charge for special arrangements. I do hope that is acceptable..."

Tuesday 15 Feb, 2067 10:26 pm
Club Rain
Clothing A


Tad kept a straight face and an unabashed, confident smile as he turned his face to find their noses inches apart. "I can't really believe you want to quibble over whether I pay 5 or 10% of a hundred-nuyen room charge. I'll take it at the usual rate, and you can write off whatever inconvenience that entails under building....healthy....customer relations."

Strapped for funds or not, Tad couldn't have cared less about whatever service charge she wanted - and he doubted she did either. This was a dominance game, and since he found himself rapidly succumbing to her spell, he knew he had to win it if he was to have any chance of getting to know her better.

Tuesday 15 Feb, 2067 10:27 pm
Club Rain

:: Her laughter was musical and seemed to defy the deafning music. Cocking her head to the side, she seems to study Tad carefully a smile teasing the corners of her lips. ::

"So true...I was merely thinking of how difficult it will be to forget such an unforgettable man should anyone come asking. Money does have a way of erasing memory, though Im sure you could find other ways of helping me forget."

Tuesday 15 Feb, 2067 10:27 pm
Club Rain
Clothing A


"No, I just don't want you to talk about me. The last thing I want is for you to forget me. See you Thursday." And without another word, Tad made his way around the dance floor and downstairs to the entrance. He collected his Hammerli 620 and caught the first in the queue of waiting cabs - but only after waiting for four other people to do so.

11:48 pm

Tad slotted the Y50 on arrival - arrival at a nice looking Touristville apartment complex eleven blocks from where he lived. He was rapidly working his way through the up-front payment from Mack, and he'd barely gotten started.
He'd made good use of the long ride, though, accessing his AR magic text. He couldn't read enough - after learning he was awakened while in semi-captivity with the ghouls, he'd spent almost a year wondering exactly what it meant, but unable to access any info aside from what the relatively coherent of his scabrous hosts had been able to tell him. For the last few months, he had been like starving man turned loose in a soy -buffet, consuming text after text.

Before going to bed, he tried to call Smithers, but got the service. No problem. He left a message.
<<Zeke, about tomorrow. I'll be in around one pm, and besides the info on those Tacoma activities, I'll be looking to turn Y300 into cash and another Y300 into three certified sticks. Hope you can help me out with that. Also, I thought I'd bring a friend - one of the people working on the thing you just put me together with. Trust me, you'll be glad to see her - emphasis on see - in fact, you might want to be ready to keep your boys on a leash. If adding a meet & greet to our pow-wow is a problem, just call me and I'll come alone.>>

Then he went straight to bed - he might not get a full night's sleep for several days to come.

Wednesday 16 February, 2067 8:00 am

Tad dragged his naked ass out of bed and looked in the mirror. He was a damned good looking guy, but he didn't think about it much - recognized it as an asset in dealing with people, but didn't think it mattered much in terms of women - they were always a lot more interested in his money than his face. And right now he didn't have any.
His physique still showed signs of the chiselled look it had had ten years ago, but soft corp living and then a year of way too little to eat softened the edges and then reduced the mass. Thus, his morning ritual - an hour of rigorous body-weight exercises, all with an emphasis on building willpower at the same time. Mostly holding positions for long periods of time, until the pain and exhaustion made second drag into minutes that felt like hours. A freak about time management, he could strengthen his body while also forcing himself into a meditative state to get through the pain. He knew there would be times in the next three years when the difference between his death and survival would be measured in microns, and he was going to need both his mind and body sharp as monowire.

Over breakfast he spent another twenty minutes on the Thaumaturgy text, and then threw on some clothes for his 10 o'clock with Carl.

10:00 am Clothing B

The first thing he did when he saw the old ex-cop was to slot him a hundred nuyen - this wasn't any sort of beloved mentor/loyal disciple thing. Getting paid didn't make the old guy any less surly however, and the next hour was pretty awful - full contact sparring, only Tad wasn't allowed to hit back. (Of course he had made it crystal that his face was not to be marked. Might as well ask a mage to cyber up or a sammie to soak his weapons in battery acid.) But by the time they were done, he was covered in bruises, especially his arms - he was glad it was winter - definitely long sleeves for at least a week.

Once he was changed, but before he let himself out, he did what Carl always hoped he would - asked for information.
"I'm interested in whatever you can tell me about Caesar Ciarniello. I've got a fair handle on the basics - especially interested in what you might be able to help me with in terms of his Tacoma activities."