Saturday March 1st, 2070; 20:29; Mall Office, Crime Mall
Wow, these guys take this very seriously. Professionalism. Guess that's why I'm here, to learn along the way. Whisper straightens up, seemingly embarrassed by the remarks from the other two. "Sure, we can go ahead and head out using um.. whatever-his-name-was's van. First, we might want to exchange LTG numbers so we have a way of contacting each other. She offers hers to them both. Let's get this show on the road.
Think we should stop and attempt to wash our hands along the way to the van?
Full Version: IC: Down in the Puyallups with Team #1
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 20:38; Mall Office, Crime Mall
"Sure why not. Although I don't promess to make it a habit. Rex says with a smile before adding And as far I'm concerned, I'm just gonna go ahead and call him Mr. Bacteria."
After the exchange of LTG numbers and a quick wash of the hands, he heads outside to find the van in the parking lot. After looking for it for a minute, he finally finds it at the far end of the lot. He walks over and apologizes to Jake.
In a friendly tone, "Hey Mr. Bacteria, I'm sorry about earlier, I guess we all have our quirks and I didn't want to piss you off. Greer explained the bacteria thing to me and it's all right with me now. I've even washed my hands. I hope you'll at least accept to shake it. I'm Rex."
Rex offers his very large and marginally clean right hand to the much smaller human.
"Sure why not. Although I don't promess to make it a habit. Rex says with a smile before adding And as far I'm concerned, I'm just gonna go ahead and call him Mr. Bacteria."
After the exchange of LTG numbers and a quick wash of the hands, he heads outside to find the van in the parking lot. After looking for it for a minute, he finally finds it at the far end of the lot. He walks over and apologizes to Jake.
In a friendly tone, "Hey Mr. Bacteria, I'm sorry about earlier, I guess we all have our quirks and I didn't want to piss you off. Greer explained the bacteria thing to me and it's all right with me now. I've even washed my hands. I hope you'll at least accept to shake it. I'm Rex."
Rex offers his very large and marginally clean right hand to the much smaller human.
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 20:38; Parking
Jake opens the door to the van, rubber gloves on his hands. He accepts the trolls hand and shakes it briefly before handing him can of antisept spray and wet tissues.
"Clean yourself up before coming in and be fast. There is heavy pollution all around and I don't want to keep the van open for long."
He then hands the same to the rest of the runners.
Once everyones aboard he simply asks: "Where to?" before sending message to Greer:
Care to feel me in on plan?
Jake opens the door to the van, rubber gloves on his hands. He accepts the trolls hand and shakes it briefly before handing him can of antisept spray and wet tissues.
"Clean yourself up before coming in and be fast. There is heavy pollution all around and I don't want to keep the van open for long."
He then hands the same to the rest of the runners.
Once everyones aboard he simply asks: "Where to?" before sending message to Greer:
Care to feel me in on plan?
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 20:39; Parking Lot, Crime Mall
Jake, Storm & Rex
The walk through the Mall was in a word, uneventful. The crowd had picked up a little, but for the Mall that didn't mean more than a couple of hundred people. The ork watching the door to the parking area nodded as you went past. He was wearing Lifters colors. The white plastic strip on arm didn't much look like a shopping bag, but there was no doubt his was one of them. The parking lot had been a different story. A pair of lifters were being a teen, probably to death. As you passed closer you hear one of them talking, one word per kick. "Don't.. never.. touch... a... car... here.. again..."
The three of you now loaded in the van, Jake's question awaits an answer....
Greer
Joe has returned to the end of the bar. He is having a drink, deep in thought. The patrons now number about eighteen in the bar and are a good mix of shadow-types. Finding a table was easy, finding one where you can put your back to a wall wasn't.
Jake, Storm & Rex
The walk through the Mall was in a word, uneventful. The crowd had picked up a little, but for the Mall that didn't mean more than a couple of hundred people. The ork watching the door to the parking area nodded as you went past. He was wearing Lifters colors. The white plastic strip on arm didn't much look like a shopping bag, but there was no doubt his was one of them. The parking lot had been a different story. A pair of lifters were being a teen, probably to death. As you passed closer you hear one of them talking, one word per kick. "Don't.. never.. touch... a... car... here.. again..."
The three of you now loaded in the van, Jake's question awaits an answer....
Greer
Joe has returned to the end of the bar. He is having a drink, deep in thought. The patrons now number about eighteen in the bar and are a good mix of shadow-types. Finding a table was easy, finding one where you can put your back to a wall wasn't.
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 20:33; Mall Office, Bar
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Greer Wayne Jaspers)
Grayson puzzles over the contents of the backpack as he packs it back up neatly. He checks it over, more closely, for hidden pockets or the like. He shoulders the bag and re-enters the bar, his commlink registers the flurry of matrix activity, he can almost hear the air buzzing with comm traffic. The bar itself is subdued. Joe looks out across the patrons, sipping on a drink.
He moves up to the bar, "Say, Joe, got a minute? Can we talk here?"
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Greer Wayne Jaspers)
Grayson puzzles over the contents of the backpack as he packs it back up neatly. He checks it over, more closely, for hidden pockets or the like. He shoulders the bag and re-enters the bar, his commlink registers the flurry of matrix activity, he can almost hear the air buzzing with comm traffic. The bar itself is subdued. Joe looks out across the patrons, sipping on a drink.
He moves up to the bar, "Say, Joe, got a minute? Can we talk here?"
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 20:33; Mall Office, Bar
Inspection of the pack leads you to the conclusion that there are in fact no hidden pouches.
Joe looks over at you, concern still there almost hidden under the hardened visage he now wears. "Sure, depends on the subject and the details. What's on your mind?"
Inspection of the pack leads you to the conclusion that there are in fact no hidden pouches.
Joe looks over at you, concern still there almost hidden under the hardened visage he now wears. "Sure, depends on the subject and the details. What's on your mind?"
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 20:38; Parking
"We need to stop by Spencer's place. That's stop number one unless anyone else has somewhere else they'd rather go."
"We need to stop by Spencer's place. That's stop number one unless anyone else has somewhere else they'd rather go."
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 20:39; Parking
Jake checks if everyone is aboard and engine of his van purrs to life, his microflies returning to him obidiently.
"On our way.."
He heads to Spencers..
Jake checks if everyone is aboard and engine of his van purrs to life, his microflies returning to him obidiently.
"On our way.."
He heads to Spencers..
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 20:34; Mall Office, (Room#1), Crime Mall
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Greer Wayne Jaspers)
Grayson considers, "Maybe we should step into the back?" He checks his comm for messages and dashes off a message to Jake.
<[GWJaspers(hidden)] Incoming. Two. Rex and Whisper. You're going to be going to a friend's house to check on him.>
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Greer Wayne Jaspers)
Grayson considers, "Maybe we should step into the back?" He checks his comm for messages and dashes off a message to Jake.
<[GWJaspers(hidden)] Incoming. Two. Rex and Whisper. You're going to be going to a friend's house to check on him.>
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 20:39; Parking
[Jake: Already on our way..] Jake sends a brief reply as he heads out of Crime Malls parking and towards Spencers place.
[Jake: Already on our way..] Jake sends a brief reply as he heads out of Crime Malls parking and towards Spencers place.
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 20:34; Mall Office, (Room#1), Crime Mall
Greer
Joe looks up, a little perplexed. He nods, gets up and heads back to the room you and the team just exited. Once inside he asks, "What's up?"
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 20:50; Parking
Jake, Storm & Rex
Jake's van makes its way through the parking lot and out onto 122nd avenue headed north toward 128th street. The few standing buildings in this blighted neighborhood are known as off limits to all but the most resilient squatters.
The exterior of the Mall is dark, most people relying on thermal or low-light to navigate. No one uses vehicle lights in this area either, navigating the area immediately around the Mall by RFID markers and beyond by GPS until they are a number of blocks west on 128th street.
After several minutes on 128th, Jake turns his Van's lights on as his heads back into inhabited neighborhoods. A left turn onto Canyon Road has the team headed south toward Loveland.
Greer
Joe looks up, a little perplexed. He nods, gets up and heads back to the room you and the team just exited. Once inside he asks, "What's up?"
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 20:50; Parking
Jake, Storm & Rex
Jake's van makes its way through the parking lot and out onto 122nd avenue headed north toward 128th street. The few standing buildings in this blighted neighborhood are known as off limits to all but the most resilient squatters.
The exterior of the Mall is dark, most people relying on thermal or low-light to navigate. No one uses vehicle lights in this area either, navigating the area immediately around the Mall by RFID markers and beyond by GPS until they are a number of blocks west on 128th street.
After several minutes on 128th, Jake turns his Van's lights on as his heads back into inhabited neighborhoods. A left turn onto Canyon Road has the team headed south toward Loveland.
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 20:50; en route to Spencers
Jake sends message to others as he drives:
[Jake: I am going to send my little friends to inspect Spencers apartment before you guys get in. There might be other parties looking for him, or waiting for him there. Wouldn't want to get caught in crossfire and such. Will signal when/if coast is clear. Then it is up to you. I can send my doggies for support if need be.]
Jake sends message to others as he drives:
[Jake: I am going to send my little friends to inspect Spencers apartment before you guys get in. There might be other parties looking for him, or waiting for him there. Wouldn't want to get caught in crossfire and such. Will signal when/if coast is clear. Then it is up to you. I can send my doggies for support if need be.]
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 20:35; Mall Office, (Room#1), Crime Mall
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Greer Wayne Jaspers)
Grayson shuts the door behind Joe and doesn't take a seat. "Nothing serious, just wanted to, uh, let you know I might be impersonating Spencer. Anything you can tell me about him that would help? Pictures? Mannerisms?" Grayson shrugs, "Anything at all."
"Also, do you know this Jack Thomspon character? I may be impersonating him too." He winces mentally, Boy, I hope not, don't want to get crossways with any gangers. Especially not the Mall Monsters.
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Greer Wayne Jaspers)
Grayson shuts the door behind Joe and doesn't take a seat. "Nothing serious, just wanted to, uh, let you know I might be impersonating Spencer. Anything you can tell me about him that would help? Pictures? Mannerisms?" Grayson shrugs, "Anything at all."
"Also, do you know this Jack Thomspon character? I may be impersonating him too." He winces mentally, Boy, I hope not, don't want to get crossways with any gangers. Especially not the Mall Monsters.
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 20:36; Mall Office, (Room#1), Crime Mall
Greer
Joe says, "Well, he's not one to mince words, but neither is he one to talk just to hear his voice. As to Jack Thompson... Never heard of him before." Jack picks up the com and looks at the picture and the info on Jack Thompson.. "[COLOR=cyanYou know though.. with those clothes and the disguise kit, Spencer could be Jack Thompson.[/color]"
Greer
Joe says, "Well, he's not one to mince words, but neither is he one to talk just to hear his voice. As to Jack Thompson... Never heard of him before." Jack picks up the com and looks at the picture and the info on Jack Thompson.. "[COLOR=cyanYou know though.. with those clothes and the disguise kit, Spencer could be Jack Thompson.[/color]"
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 20:36; Mall Office, (Room#1), Crime Mall
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Greer Wayne Jaspers)
"Ah... so this Jack identity may have been a regular dodge for Spencer." He takes a deep breath, brow creasing in concern, mostly over the fact that if they team was successful 'Jack's' comm and the associated SIN wouldn't be spoils for the taking.
"So, if I wanted to get dead fast, would impersonating a Mall Monster be a good way to go about it?" He looks up at Joe, while scratching at his scraggly reddish hair through the orange knit cap.
May have to call that kid back. Tigger.
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Greer Wayne Jaspers)
"Ah... so this Jack identity may have been a regular dodge for Spencer." He takes a deep breath, brow creasing in concern, mostly over the fact that if they team was successful 'Jack's' comm and the associated SIN wouldn't be spoils for the taking.
"So, if I wanted to get dead fast, would impersonating a Mall Monster be a good way to go about it?" He looks up at Joe, while scratching at his scraggly reddish hair through the orange knit cap.
May have to call that kid back. Tigger.
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 20:36; Mall Office, (Room#1), Crime Mall
Greer
"Being elven, Spencer usually didn't mix in the ork underground. Some of them that stay full-time underground don't take well to non-orks. Especially elves. " Joe gives the question a little snicker, "I imagine doing it and getting caught would be one way to get skinned alive... quite literally..."
Greer
"Being elven, Spencer usually didn't mix in the ork underground. Some of them that stay full-time underground don't take well to non-orks. Especially elves. " Joe gives the question a little snicker, "I imagine doing it and getting caught would be one way to get skinned alive... quite literally..."
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 20:51; Mall Office, (Room#1), Crime Mall
<Rex> Yeah I think that's a good plan. I don't expect to face much of a fight in .. an apartment, but it's always best to be careful. Good plan, Mr. Bacteria.
<Rex> Yeah I think that's a good plan. I don't expect to face much of a fight in .. an apartment, but it's always best to be careful. Good plan, Mr. Bacteria.
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 20:51; en route to Spencers
I don't expect to face much of a fight in .. an apartment..Time stops for Jake and then rewinds to a different place, different lifetime.
Apartment.
Someone placing soft, gentle hands on his naked shoulders as he watches on the city bellow and ants swarming around.
Lightning crackles across the sky illuminating entire city into vibrant white-yellow hue as hands continue to touch him masterfully.
And masterfully they grab him.
He tries to fight but it is too late.
He soars through the maelstrom of shattered glass and raindrops.
And Jake freezes, the van going on its own.
I don't expect to face much of a fight in .. an apartment..Time stops for Jake and then rewinds to a different place, different lifetime.
Apartment.
Someone placing soft, gentle hands on his naked shoulders as he watches on the city bellow and ants swarming around.
Lightning crackles across the sky illuminating entire city into vibrant white-yellow hue as hands continue to touch him masterfully.
And masterfully they grab him.
He tries to fight but it is too late.
He soars through the maelstrom of shattered glass and raindrops.
And Jake freezes, the van going on its own.
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:22; 44th Ave CT E (near 224th St E), Loveland, Puyallup District
Jake, Whisper & Rex
Jake's van pulls off 224th Street onto 44th Court. Apartment buildings line the side street. This time of night teens and young adults are numerous in the parking areas up and down the street. The van stands out just a little in that its a little newer and a little nicer.. and a LOT cleaner than most of the vehicles on the street. Even so, no one is giving it much notice right now. Spencer's building is up ahead on the right.
Jake, Whisper & Rex
Jake's van pulls off 224th Street onto 44th Court. Apartment buildings line the side street. This time of night teens and young adults are numerous in the parking areas up and down the street. The van stands out just a little in that its a little newer and a little nicer.. and a LOT cleaner than most of the vehicles on the street. Even so, no one is giving it much notice right now. Spencer's building is up ahead on the right.
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:45; Stuffer Shack, Puyallup District
Carter
Carter
[ Spoiler ]
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:22; 44th Ave CT E (near 224th St E), Loveland, Puyallup District
Rex decides that he'll be more comfortable outside, even though the air stinks and he might need to put on a respirator. He'll always choose that over a confined space if given the choice.
Guys, I'll be heading outside, just let me know what goes on with the drones and stuff. I'll be on the ready.
He gets up and makes his way out of the van, leaving much more room for the others at the same time. Stretching and feeling his neck, he looks around to see what kind of neighbourhood they're in and if he recognizes the area, cross-referencing with what AR info that he lets come into his vision.
Rex decides that he'll be more comfortable outside, even though the air stinks and he might need to put on a respirator. He'll always choose that over a confined space if given the choice.
Guys, I'll be heading outside, just let me know what goes on with the drones and stuff. I'll be on the ready.
He gets up and makes his way out of the van, leaving much more room for the others at the same time. Stretching and feeling his neck, he looks around to see what kind of neighbourhood they're in and if he recognizes the area, cross-referencing with what AR info that he lets come into his vision.
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:45; Cat Scratch Club, Puyallup District
PAN=Passive
Carter excuses himself for a moment from talking with the staff about the latest in nano-tattoos and takes the call. Video feed from the other end of the call would be routed through his glasses, if Kilroy was the sharing type, but seeing as he wasn't in the mood the hack a nearby security camera to share himself, Carter wasn't holding his breath.
"This is Carter."
I hope this guy know what he's doing. Grayson told me he was straight, but that doesn't always mean competent...
PAN=Passive
Carter excuses himself for a moment from talking with the staff about the latest in nano-tattoos and takes the call. Video feed from the other end of the call would be routed through his glasses, if Kilroy was the sharing type, but seeing as he wasn't in the mood the hack a nearby security camera to share himself, Carter wasn't holding his breath.
"This is Carter."
I hope this guy know what he's doing. Grayson told me he was straight, but that doesn't always mean competent...
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:22; 44th Ave CT E (near 224th St E), Loveland, Puyallup District
Jake just sits in the van-frozen..
Jake just sits in the van-frozen..
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:22; 44th Ave CT E (near 224th St E), Loveland, Puyallup District
"Do we have a strategy plan? I'd hate to underestimate anything and get smacked in the face if you know what I mean."
"Do we have a strategy plan? I'd hate to underestimate anything and get smacked in the face if you know what I mean."
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:46; Stuffer Shack, Puyallup District
Carter
Answering the call presents the Kilroy icon to Carter. A cartoon figure with a big nose peering over a brick wall. Simple, retro... over a century retro at least. Quite the opposite of the expensive and highly detailed icon used by Willem. The icon barely moves behind the wall that extend all the way up to his nose as he speaks.
<@Carter [Kilroy] A mutual acquaintance recommended you. Highly recommended you in fact. Mentioned your specialization being the close range situations requiring either tact or muscle...?>
Carter
Answering the call presents the Kilroy icon to Carter. A cartoon figure with a big nose peering over a brick wall. Simple, retro... over a century retro at least. Quite the opposite of the expensive and highly detailed icon used by Willem. The icon barely moves behind the wall that extend all the way up to his nose as he speaks.
<@Carter [Kilroy] A mutual acquaintance recommended you. Highly recommended you in fact. Mentioned your specialization being the close range situations requiring either tact or muscle...?>
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:46; Cat Scratch Club Puyallup District
PAN=Passive
Sighing inwardly, Carter quickly reflects on the dehumanization of human contact. No one ever just calls on the phone anymore. Now it's always this new fangled wireless drek. Synthesized voice and emotion for a synthesized age.
His own icon automatically populated as the communications bridge formed, a stock piece--trid-noir PI in all blacks and grays, only the burning tip of the cigarette glows with real color. Carter had picked it up on his trip West. The icon had variable features, allowing the buyer, with the proper licensing, to change the accent points--cigarette, eyes, lips, lapel pin. Any one of them good come out in crisp color, against the muted background of the rest. Thus far, he had left it at the factory standard. Changing it would take effort that never seemed vital enough at the time.
<@Kilroy [Carter] He mentioned you may have work for me.--
Because God knows I need it right now...
-- Anything available on the horizon?>
Another sin on an already blackened soul. Bullet holes, bruises and broken promises pulsed across Carter's mind. Taking this job was another step straight down the dark path, he wondered occasionally why he didn't mind the descent. Even with all of the training, his mind still shielded him from the moment that he decided that he didn't care. The betrayal by his handlers still felt fresh, maintained in the instant of memory with perfect clarity. Training supported by nature and implant, memories never to be forgotten.
PAN=Passive
Sighing inwardly, Carter quickly reflects on the dehumanization of human contact. No one ever just calls on the phone anymore. Now it's always this new fangled wireless drek. Synthesized voice and emotion for a synthesized age.
His own icon automatically populated as the communications bridge formed, a stock piece--trid-noir PI in all blacks and grays, only the burning tip of the cigarette glows with real color. Carter had picked it up on his trip West. The icon had variable features, allowing the buyer, with the proper licensing, to change the accent points--cigarette, eyes, lips, lapel pin. Any one of them good come out in crisp color, against the muted background of the rest. Thus far, he had left it at the factory standard. Changing it would take effort that never seemed vital enough at the time.
<@Kilroy [Carter] He mentioned you may have work for me.--
Because God knows I need it right now...
-- Anything available on the horizon?>
Another sin on an already blackened soul. Bullet holes, bruises and broken promises pulsed across Carter's mind. Taking this job was another step straight down the dark path, he wondered occasionally why he didn't mind the descent. Even with all of the training, his mind still shielded him from the moment that he decided that he didn't care. The betrayal by his handlers still felt fresh, maintained in the instant of memory with perfect clarity. Training supported by nature and implant, memories never to be forgotten.
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 20:53; Crime Mall, 1st Floor
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Jack Thompson)
"I thought as much." Grayson chuckles and the chuckle turns into a hack. Greer used to smoke. With rampant pollution and the cough would never go away. Grayson himself smoked only rarely. His face grows red and the coughing tails off. "'Scuse me."
"All right. I just wanted to let you know I might be posing as Spencer. Or this Jack character." He wipes his eyes, "Just so it wouldn't shock you. I'm going to take this pack, if you have any information for me, call me here." He gives Joe the commcode off of Spencer's alias commlink.
He puts the new commlink on and follows Joe out of the room and begins the careful process of assuming a new face... ...walking in and out of knots of people, shifting hair color, removing his cap, shadowing someone who resembles him, removing his jacket, shifting skin tone, reversing his jacket (no way he's wearing the Mall Monsters jacket) facial structure, slight alerations of his teeth... And... he's Jack Thompson. Or at least the best similarity that Grayson's talents can manage... so probably Jack's woman would spot the difference, but given what you hear about elves, she might not make any bones about it.
He messages the team at 20:45 sharp. <[GWJaspers] 20:45 and all's well. Anything to report yet?>
He continues putting the finishing touches on his new face and then places a call through Jack's commlink to Tigger and can't resist having the kid on, "This is Spencer. A mutual acquaintance gave me your number. You got something for me?"
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Jack Thompson)
"I thought as much." Grayson chuckles and the chuckle turns into a hack. Greer used to smoke. With rampant pollution and the cough would never go away. Grayson himself smoked only rarely. His face grows red and the coughing tails off. "'Scuse me."
"All right. I just wanted to let you know I might be posing as Spencer. Or this Jack character." He wipes his eyes, "Just so it wouldn't shock you. I'm going to take this pack, if you have any information for me, call me here." He gives Joe the commcode off of Spencer's alias commlink.
He puts the new commlink on and follows Joe out of the room and begins the careful process of assuming a new face... ...walking in and out of knots of people, shifting hair color, removing his cap, shadowing someone who resembles him, removing his jacket, shifting skin tone, reversing his jacket (no way he's wearing the Mall Monsters jacket) facial structure, slight alerations of his teeth... And... he's Jack Thompson. Or at least the best similarity that Grayson's talents can manage... so probably Jack's woman would spot the difference, but given what you hear about elves, she might not make any bones about it.
He messages the team at 20:45 sharp. <[GWJaspers] 20:45 and all's well. Anything to report yet?>
He continues putting the finishing touches on his new face and then places a call through Jack's commlink to Tigger and can't resist having the kid on, "This is Spencer. A mutual acquaintance gave me your number. You got something for me?"
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 20:54; Crime Mall, 1st Floor
Grayson
In response to the information about impersonating Spencer, Joe replies, "Do what you have to do.."
By the time you reach the first floor, the transformation is as complete as you can make it. Lucky for you the physical characteristics are one's that Spencer was going to mimic, so you are able to make a reasonable pass for Jack.
The call to Tigger's LTG is greeted with a call blocker. He appears to have opt-in turned on on his LTG interface...
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:23; 44th Ave CT E (near 224th St E), Loveland, Puyallup District
Jake, Rex & Whisper
@Rex
The van slows to a stop in front of the building before Spencer's building. Jake is unmoving, perhaps jacked into full VR. Rex exits the van and is greated by a light smell of sulfur, like a rotten egg is nearby, but not over powering. Jake is unresponsive to Whisper's query and Rex is already heading into the street.
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:46; Cat Scratch Club Puyallup District
Carter
Kilroy's voice has an almost comical nature to it was well, not high pitched, but not like the deep-pitched voice Willem uses either. Willem actually modulates his voice on coms to be two octaves deeper than reality.
<@Carter [Kilroy] Normally I don't offer work to a runner without a little more time to understand the runner, his abilities and his rep.. but our mutual friend was pretty convincing about your rep. So yes, I have an opening that seems to fall within your expertise. Are you available this evening?>
Grayson
In response to the information about impersonating Spencer, Joe replies, "Do what you have to do.."
By the time you reach the first floor, the transformation is as complete as you can make it. Lucky for you the physical characteristics are one's that Spencer was going to mimic, so you are able to make a reasonable pass for Jack.
The call to Tigger's LTG is greeted with a call blocker. He appears to have opt-in turned on on his LTG interface...
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:23; 44th Ave CT E (near 224th St E), Loveland, Puyallup District
Jake, Rex & Whisper
@Rex
[ Spoiler ]
The van slows to a stop in front of the building before Spencer's building. Jake is unmoving, perhaps jacked into full VR. Rex exits the van and is greated by a light smell of sulfur, like a rotten egg is nearby, but not over powering. Jake is unresponsive to Whisper's query and Rex is already heading into the street.
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:46; Cat Scratch Club Puyallup District
Carter
Kilroy's voice has an almost comical nature to it was well, not high pitched, but not like the deep-pitched voice Willem uses either. Willem actually modulates his voice on coms to be two octaves deeper than reality.
<@Carter [Kilroy] Normally I don't offer work to a runner without a little more time to understand the runner, his abilities and his rep.. but our mutual friend was pretty convincing about your rep. So yes, I have an opening that seems to fall within your expertise. Are you available this evening?>
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:23; 44th Ave CT E (near 224th St E), Loveland, Puyallup District
"Great. No plan. .. Whisper scowls as she watches Rex. She slouches in her seat and folds her arms, acting very much the teenager that the spell portrays. What? Are they such professionals that they can wing it without a plan or anything? Everyone is going off on their own errand and we're not working much like a frelling team!
.
"I suppose you have something you want to do as well..?" She asks Jake.
After a moment or two of getting no response she brings her attention to the unresponsive driver. "Jake? ..Hello..?"
Another few moments pass by before Whisper climbs up into the front seat to further observe Jake. He's not very attractive.. Not that it matters, this is business anyway. You do realize that your van is continuing to become more contaminated, don't you? This neighborhood isn't very clean. ..And I'm still in here. I have cooties!"
Whisper slowly pokes him in the arm with one finger -rather dramatically- to see if it has any affect on him. If not, she waits another couple of minutes to let him finish whatever business in the VR that he might be doing..
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:46; Cat Scratch Club Puyallup District
<@Kilroy[Carter] I can make myself available for the appropriate task and fees. What data can you send me regarding the task at hand and any team members I may be working with?>
Mentally cataloguing the items he had planned to do within the next 72 hours, Carter begins to see what can be delayed and what cannot be. He mutes the audio feed on his commlink as he crosses back over to the collection of dancers.
"Jeannie, can you let Crystie know that I won't be here for her performance and that I will be away for a few days. Wish her well for me and if she needs anything, she knows how to reach me."
Six months ago, when Crystie was new at the Cat Scratch club, she introduced Carter to Jeannie. She took care of the dancers and made sure that none of the patrons got out of hand. The two of them had an odd relationship, both taking care of Crystie and neither quite sure what to make of the other.
<@Kilroy[Carter] I can make myself available for the appropriate task and fees. What data can you send me regarding the task at hand and any team members I may be working with?>
Mentally cataloguing the items he had planned to do within the next 72 hours, Carter begins to see what can be delayed and what cannot be. He mutes the audio feed on his commlink as he crosses back over to the collection of dancers.
"Jeannie, can you let Crystie know that I won't be here for her performance and that I will be away for a few days. Wish her well for me and if she needs anything, she knows how to reach me."
Six months ago, when Crystie was new at the Cat Scratch club, she introduced Carter to Jeannie. She took care of the dancers and made sure that none of the patrons got out of hand. The two of them had an odd relationship, both taking care of Crystie and neither quite sure what to make of the other.
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:23; 44th Ave CT E (near 224th St E), Loveland, Puyallup District
A touch from somewhere. A distant voice mentioning contamination.
Jake slowly comes back from his nightmarish daydream only to face another more horrible nightmare.
Someone was touching him.
A shiver runs up and down his spine and his eyes slowly, very slowly, fall on a finger persistantly poking his arm.
Someone is touching him!
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAARGH!!!" Scream erupts from the depth of Jakes lungs and he jumps back pinning himself against the door, horrified by the experience.
"Don't touch me! Don't touch me!"
A touch from somewhere. A distant voice mentioning contamination.
Jake slowly comes back from his nightmarish daydream only to face another more horrible nightmare.
Someone was touching him.
A shiver runs up and down his spine and his eyes slowly, very slowly, fall on a finger persistantly poking his arm.
Someone is touching him!
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAARGH!!!" Scream erupts from the depth of Jakes lungs and he jumps back pinning himself against the door, horrified by the experience.
"Don't touch me! Don't touch me!"
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:23; 44th Ave CT E (near 224th St E), Loveland, Puyallup District
"God, man! I'm sorry! She yells in retaliation after having jerked back from the sudden surprise. "You wizzed out on me. What the hell was I supposed to do? Better yet, what happened to you? At least everyone else gives me warning when they leave."
Whisper adjusts herself in the front seat so she wouldn't appear foolish for seemingly too long and avoids eye contact with Jake.
"God, man! I'm sorry! She yells in retaliation after having jerked back from the sudden surprise. "You wizzed out on me. What the hell was I supposed to do? Better yet, what happened to you? At least everyone else gives me warning when they leave."
Whisper adjusts herself in the front seat so she wouldn't appear foolish for seemingly too long and avoids eye contact with Jake.
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:23; 44th Ave CT E (near 224th St E), Loveland, Puyallup District
Breathe in. Breathe out. In. Out. In. And out.
Jake breathes faster and faster until he is almost on the brink of hyperventilating, then rapidly slows down.
"What? What are you doing on the front seat? Where are we? Where is Rex?"
Jake looks around sheepishly as if he has just fell on earth and then remembers he has been touched. Quickly grabbing anti-sept and tissues, he begins cleaning up the spot wishing he has brought skin scrubber.
Look at that girl! The way she is dressed. She must be hanging around all kind of dirty places. God only knows what germs she has picked up...
Breathe in. Breathe out. In. Out. In. And out.
Jake breathes faster and faster until he is almost on the brink of hyperventilating, then rapidly slows down.
"What? What are you doing on the front seat? Where are we? Where is Rex?"
Jake looks around sheepishly as if he has just fell on earth and then remembers he has been touched. Quickly grabbing anti-sept and tissues, he begins cleaning up the spot wishing he has brought skin scrubber.
Look at that girl! The way she is dressed. She must be hanging around all kind of dirty places. God only knows what germs she has picked up...
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:23; 44th Ave CT E (near 224th St E), Loveland, Puyallup District
Rex is standing outside, leaning against the wall of the nearby building, his mind wandering, when he's startled by the screaming in the van. What the freck?
He taps on the window on the driver's side. "What's going on? Are you sending your metal friends for recon or what? We don't have all day." Rex's voice is muted by the window glass but it's easy to see that he's annoyed.
I can't believe I'm working with this nutcase. We're never going to get the job done like this.
Rex is standing outside, leaning against the wall of the nearby building, his mind wandering, when he's startled by the screaming in the van. What the freck?
He taps on the window on the driver's side. "What's going on? Are you sending your metal friends for recon or what? We don't have all day." Rex's voice is muted by the window glass but it's easy to see that he's annoyed.
I can't believe I'm working with this nutcase. We're never going to get the job done like this.
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:24; 44th Ave CT E (near 224th St E), Loveland, Puyallup District
Whisper turns to look at Jake and cocks her head, giving him that 'are you serious?' look. She roll her eyes and shakes her head sadly. What-ever.. Once she takes a deep breath she turns back to clear up the situation. " 'I' am in the front seat because 'I' was trying to figure out what happened to you. 'You' wizzed out - like I said a second ago. 'We' are in the van watching 'Rex' -who just got out of the van and is.. going to the house?- and waiting. Or, something like that. She says, not having actually paid attention to Rex much but instead concentrating more on Jake.
How did he survive childhood let alone in his mother's womb like that? In her mind, scoffing made her feel better. At least in this circumstance. "Alright, Jake, your turn. What happened to you? ...And stop looking at me like I'm a pile of dung. For crying out loud, I washed my hands!
Whisper turns to look at Jake and cocks her head, giving him that 'are you serious?' look. She roll her eyes and shakes her head sadly. What-ever.. Once she takes a deep breath she turns back to clear up the situation. " 'I' am in the front seat because 'I' was trying to figure out what happened to you. 'You' wizzed out - like I said a second ago. 'We' are in the van watching 'Rex' -who just got out of the van and is.. going to the house?- and waiting. Or, something like that. She says, not having actually paid attention to Rex much but instead concentrating more on Jake.
How did he survive childhood let alone in his mother's womb like that? In her mind, scoffing made her feel better. At least in this circumstance. "Alright, Jake, your turn. What happened to you? ...And stop looking at me like I'm a pile of dung. For crying out loud, I washed my hands!
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:23:39; 44th Ave CT E (near 224th St E), Loveland, Puyallup District
Rex, Jake & Whisper
As if a loitering troll and a van stopped in the middle of the street were not enough to get the attention of the locals, the subsequent scream and additional scene in there street definitely are. Even a near sighted autistic tween would take notice. The locals aren't yet reacting, but any hope of surprise is definitely a done deal.
Rex, Jake & Whisper
As if a loitering troll and a van stopped in the middle of the street were not enough to get the attention of the locals, the subsequent scream and additional scene in there street definitely are. Even a near sighted autistic tween would take notice. The locals aren't yet reacting, but any hope of surprise is definitely a done deal.
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:46; Cat Scratch Club Puyallup District
Carter
Kilroy's icon continues emotionlessly in its conversation.
<@Carter [Kilroy] A team is already in place and has negotiated a fee. A retainer of 1,000
each and another 2,000 per if they find a missing elf or find out where he is or what happened to him. If he's dead another 3,000 to snuff the killer. Potential payday per runner now being 6,000 . You would represent an escalation of force and an increase in resources to to complete this task. If these terms sound like acceptable, given a team already on the ground, and we have an agreement then I will provide additional details.>
Carter
Kilroy's icon continues emotionlessly in its conversation.
<@Carter [Kilroy] A team is already in place and has negotiated a fee. A retainer of 1,000
each and another 2,000 per if they find a missing elf or find out where he is or what happened to him. If he's dead another 3,000 to snuff the killer. Potential payday per runner now being 6,000 . You would represent an escalation of force and an increase in resources to to complete this task. If these terms sound like acceptable, given a team already on the ground, and we have an agreement then I will provide additional details.>
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:24; 44th Ave CT E (near 224th St E), Loveland, Puyallup District
Jakes looks from Rex to Whisper and back. Unsure how to answer Whispers question, memories of event becoming fuzzy and dreamlike with each passing moment he answers Rex.
"Okay, I am jacking into one of the bugs and sending it in for a survey of the situation."
With that he fully immerses himself into AR, his senses becoming that of cybertronic circuitry of metallic fly zooming to inspect Spencers apartment.
Jakes looks from Rex to Whisper and back. Unsure how to answer Whispers question, memories of event becoming fuzzy and dreamlike with each passing moment he answers Rex.
"Okay, I am jacking into one of the bugs and sending it in for a survey of the situation."
With that he fully immerses himself into AR, his senses becoming that of cybertronic circuitry of metallic fly zooming to inspect Spencers apartment.
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 20:55; Crime Mall, 1st Floor
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Jack Thompson)
"Bah..." he says when he gets bounced off of Tigger's security. He reroutes the call through his Greer SIN and - with no visuals - asks to meet Tigger at the suspect carts and fly-by-night smeat mills that pass for a food court in this joint.
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Jack Thompson)
"Bah..." he says when he gets bounced off of Tigger's security. He reroutes the call through his Greer SIN and - with no visuals - asks to meet Tigger at the suspect carts and fly-by-night smeat mills that pass for a food court in this joint.
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:46; Cat Scratch Club Puyallup District
Unmuting the audio uptake on the commlink after finishing his brief exchange with Jeannie, Carter continues the subvocalized conversation.
<@Kilroy [Carter] The terms sounds reasonable. Will our mutual associate be on the ground to bring me up to speed on current affairs or will a data packet be assembled?>
This will at the very least pay me up for the rest of this month and next. Not to mention, clear up the nagging sensation that I haven't been productive for the last few weeks. I wonder what she is up to, is April still pulling the same old tricks...
Unmuting the audio uptake on the commlink after finishing his brief exchange with Jeannie, Carter continues the subvocalized conversation.
<@Kilroy [Carter] The terms sounds reasonable. Will our mutual associate be on the ground to bring me up to speed on current affairs or will a data packet be assembled?>
This will at the very least pay me up for the rest of this month and next. Not to mention, clear up the nagging sensation that I haven't been productive for the last few weeks. I wonder what she is up to, is April still pulling the same old tricks...
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:24; 44th Ave CT E (near 224th St E), Loveland, Puyallup District
Jake will carefully send the fly across the street keeping her high to avoid detection or unneeded attention. Once the machine reaches the building he will zoom inside at full speed and then resume with careful flying, keeping in the shades the dark interior offers. Once near Spencers apartment, the fly is sent to nearest vent from which it will make its way to the exit point in Spencers apartment.
Jake will carefully send the fly across the street keeping her high to avoid detection or unneeded attention. Once the machine reaches the building he will zoom inside at full speed and then resume with careful flying, keeping in the shades the dark interior offers. Once near Spencers apartment, the fly is sent to nearest vent from which it will make its way to the exit point in Spencers apartment.
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:10; Crime Mall, 1st Floor food court
Grayson
Tigger answers and says it will take twenty minutes for him to get their.. He makes it in fifteen, but of course wanders around not recognizing you.
Grayson
Tigger answers and says it will take twenty minutes for him to get their.. He makes it in fifteen, but of course wanders around not recognizing you.
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:25; 44th Ave CT E (near 224th St E), Loveland, Puyallup District
"Right.." Whisper comments a minute or so after Jake went into full AR. The fact that everybody kept going off to do their own thing without sitting down for a few minutes to actually sort a plan was really starting to get annoying. What were they going to do? Just sit there in the van right outside his freakin' house? Oh, oh that's a great plan, Leah. A real stroke of genius. ..Or moron! Well, at least it's dark. I guess.
With a sigh and decision affirmed, Whisper reclines her chair comfortably and buckles up. Just in case. "Don't let anything happen to my body." She mumbles to Jake, though fully aware that he probably wouldn't hear her. From there she attempts to go astral.
"Right.." Whisper comments a minute or so after Jake went into full AR. The fact that everybody kept going off to do their own thing without sitting down for a few minutes to actually sort a plan was really starting to get annoying. What were they going to do? Just sit there in the van right outside his freakin' house? Oh, oh that's a great plan, Leah. A real stroke of genius. ..Or moron! Well, at least it's dark. I guess.
With a sigh and decision affirmed, Whisper reclines her chair comfortably and buckles up. Just in case. "Don't let anything happen to my body." She mumbles to Jake, though fully aware that he probably wouldn't hear her. From there she attempts to go astral.
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:25; 44th Ave CT E (near 224th St E), Loveland, Puyallup District
Rex sits down, his back against a wall. He's itching to do something, but there's nothing to do right now. The polluted yet cool air feels good to him, he likes it better out here than stuck in the van. This is going to be a long, boring night it seems...
Rex sits down, his back against a wall. He's itching to do something, but there's nothing to do right now. The polluted yet cool air feels good to him, he likes it better out here than stuck in the van. This is going to be a long, boring night it seems...
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:26; 44th Ave CT E (near 224th St E), Loveland, Puyallup District
Rex
Rex walks away from the van and returns to side of the apartment building next to Spencer's apartment building. Rex had been a bouncer for a number of years and bouncers do two things. They watch people and they stomp people... but mostly they watch people. Today Rex was watching people and he made three observations. (1) The natives were getting very restless, (2) the van, still sitting in the middle of the street, stood out like a ten dollar whore trying to turn tricks in front of city hall and (3) since his second trip to the van the natives where also now paying a lot of attention to Rex.
Jake
The fly-spy does its job and does it well. It buzzes its way out of the van and toward the building. Jake doesn't find a vent from the outside but he is able to slide the drone through the partially open doorway and buzzes down the hallway and up towards the second floor. The kid sitting on the stairwell is oblivious to the drone as it buzzes past.
Whisper
As the shackles of your mortal body fall away your spirit floats out of the van and into the street. The neighborhood is drab in astral space from all the concrete and you can see the various locals loitering around as well as Rex leaning against the building...
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:46; Cat Scratch Club Puyallup District
Carter
<@Carter [Kilroy] Here are two pictures of Spencer.
-} File package received
-} Package verified clean by Defender®
-} Package contents: 2 image files
There is some additional information that Spencer and the team have been able to dig up so far though. Twenty minutes ago the team arrived at Spencer's apartment.>
Rex
Rex walks away from the van and returns to side of the apartment building next to Spencer's apartment building. Rex had been a bouncer for a number of years and bouncers do two things. They watch people and they stomp people... but mostly they watch people. Today Rex was watching people and he made three observations. (1) The natives were getting very restless, (2) the van, still sitting in the middle of the street, stood out like a ten dollar whore trying to turn tricks in front of city hall and (3) since his second trip to the van the natives where also now paying a lot of attention to Rex.
Jake
The fly-spy does its job and does it well. It buzzes its way out of the van and toward the building. Jake doesn't find a vent from the outside but he is able to slide the drone through the partially open doorway and buzzes down the hallway and up towards the second floor. The kid sitting on the stairwell is oblivious to the drone as it buzzes past.
Whisper
As the shackles of your mortal body fall away your spirit floats out of the van and into the street. The neighborhood is drab in astral space from all the concrete and you can see the various locals loitering around as well as Rex leaning against the building...
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:46; Cat Scratch Club Puyallup District
Carter
<@Carter [Kilroy] Here are two pictures of Spencer.
-} File package received
-} Package verified clean by Defender®
-} Package contents: 2 image files
There is some additional information that Spencer and the team have been able to dig up so far though. Twenty minutes ago the team arrived at Spencer's apartment.>
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:27; 44th Ave CT E (near 224th St E), Loveland, Puyallup District
Once inside the building the fly flies as high as the ceiling goes. People tend to not notice things that are high up, and even though his drone is tiny, Jake knows that it it always good to play on the safe side. Reaching the spencers apartment it watches the door and the surround for a minute or two, taking still shots of the surround before proceeding to find vent or other way inside.
Once inside the building the fly flies as high as the ceiling goes. People tend to not notice things that are high up, and even though his drone is tiny, Jake knows that it it always good to play on the safe side. Reaching the spencers apartment it watches the door and the surround for a minute or two, taking still shots of the surround before proceeding to find vent or other way inside.
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:27; 44th Ave CT E (near 224th St E), Loveland, Puyallup District
Drek! What are we doing.. Rex has enough of this and he feels kind of stupid for being so unprofessional. This is not right. If we stick around we'll have company. Drek drek drek. Why am I so sloppy tonight.
He decides to go back inide the van and text message Jake and Whisper. <Rex> We have to move out. NOW.
Drek! What are we doing.. Rex has enough of this and he feels kind of stupid for being so unprofessional. This is not right. If we stick around we'll have company. Drek drek drek. Why am I so sloppy tonight.
He decides to go back inide the van and text message Jake and Whisper. <Rex> We have to move out. NOW.
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:27; 44th Ave CT E (near 224th St E), Loveland, Puyallup District
Whisper checks the general area of Spencer's appartment to see if she notices anything.
Whisper checks the general area of Spencer's appartment to see if she notices anything.
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:27:30; 44th Ave CT E (near 224th St E), Loveland, Puyallup District
Rex
Getting in the van, both Jake and Whisper appear to be in full VR. Four young men are moving towards the van from the parking area. They are in baggy street clothes and at first glance do not have any visible weapons, but the baggy clothes obviously leave a lot of room for pistols and the like underneath.
Jake
First pass by apartment 2C, Spencer's, and you are not able to locate a vent from the hallway into the apartment. The door, while not the highest quality, there are no gaps large enough for the fly-spy to enter from the hall.
You also have a text message from Rex awaiting your attention.
Whisper
You know the apartment is 2C, but you are not sure which apartment on the second floor is 2C... A quick astral sweep of the second floor finds that four of the eight apartments are occupied.
Rex
Getting in the van, both Jake and Whisper appear to be in full VR. Four young men are moving towards the van from the parking area. They are in baggy street clothes and at first glance do not have any visible weapons, but the baggy clothes obviously leave a lot of room for pistols and the like underneath.
Jake
First pass by apartment 2C, Spencer's, and you are not able to locate a vent from the hallway into the apartment. The door, while not the highest quality, there are no gaps large enough for the fly-spy to enter from the hall.
You also have a text message from Rex awaiting your attention.
Whisper
You know the apartment is 2C, but you are not sure which apartment on the second floor is 2C... A quick astral sweep of the second floor finds that four of the eight apartments are occupied.
Saturday March 1st, 2070; 21:27:30; 44th Ave CT E (near 224th St E), Loveland, Puyallup District
Whisper comes back to her body. Searching the house right here right now wasn't worth it. She checks her text message and fully agrees with the statement. Her chair reclines back up into a comfortable sitting position and then she turns to Jake. "Alright, chummer, this is how it's going to be. Whether you're a clean freak or not, it doesn't matter anymore. We have to get out of here and you're in the driver's seat. I'm giving you thirty seconds to come back to your body or I will move your ass out of that seat and I will be driving. Do you understand? If nothing else, at least for later reference the fact she gave him warning was on the record.
Whisper comes back to her body. Searching the house right here right now wasn't worth it. She checks her text message and fully agrees with the statement. Her chair reclines back up into a comfortable sitting position and then she turns to Jake. "Alright, chummer, this is how it's going to be. Whether you're a clean freak or not, it doesn't matter anymore. We have to get out of here and you're in the driver's seat. I'm giving you thirty seconds to come back to your body or I will move your ass out of that seat and I will be driving. Do you understand? If nothing else, at least for later reference the fact she gave him warning was on the record.
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