Monday March 17, 2070; 11:21 AM; Forbidden City, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens
Spades
"Well, at least decent driving doesn't seem to be the flaw of this team... Everyone seems to know how. Though, I've just thought of a rather important flaw we have. How is the Troll going to transport itself? My car, and Sam's bike are way too small. I hope his idea between getting from job to job better not be the metro..."
He tried to snap out of the foul mood that had befuddled his thoughts. He reached for his comlink, blindly flipping through until he got what he wanted. Spades put an ear bud in, the slightest sound of music indistinctly floating on the air. His approving nod, and smile, designated him as the source immediately.
He looked back at both of the women across the table.
"I apologize, I forgot my medicine. When are we going to be seeing our new companions Sam? Soon?"
Full Version: IC: Down in the Puyallups with Team #3
Monday March 17, 2070; 11:22 AM; Forbidden City, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens
Jazz
"Good point. These guys are huge. Well, we'll see, I guess."
Jazz
"Good point. These guys are huge. Well, we'll see, I guess."
Monday March 17, 2070; 11:24 AM; Forbidden City, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens
Anon silently enters the van, unsure about Jake's methods and apparent zeal in his battle with germs. None the less, he takes a seat and looks out the window for the course of the short ride.
At the restaurant, the currently assembled team eats for several more minutes in silence until the three new team members arrive. The group fills a large table, but are surprisingly not out of place amongst the rest of the clientèle; Well, everyone except Jake.
As Rex goes to slot his payment, he notices that the troll surcharge makes his meal nearly double what the others are paying. That is not unusual at 'all-you-can-eat' buffets though.
Anon silently enters the van, unsure about Jake's methods and apparent zeal in his battle with germs. None the less, he takes a seat and looks out the window for the course of the short ride.
At the restaurant, the currently assembled team eats for several more minutes in silence until the three new team members arrive. The group fills a large table, but are surprisingly not out of place amongst the rest of the clientèle; Well, everyone except Jake.
As Rex goes to slot his payment, he notices that the troll surcharge makes his meal nearly double what the others are paying. That is not unusual at 'all-you-can-eat' buffets though.
Anon tries to look around as unassumingly as possible. He didn't really frequent places like this; at least he didn't remember if he did.
"So, um...where's our contact?" Anon whispers loud enough close to his associates to hear.
"So, um...where's our contact?" Anon whispers loud enough close to his associates to hear.
Monday March 17, 2070; 11:24 AM; Forbidden City, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens
Jake eyes the place suspiciously, his fly drones buzzing around and heading for the kitchen to explore sanitary conditions of the place before he orders anything.
He stays silent as the team waits for the contact.
Jake eyes the place suspiciously, his fly drones buzzing around and heading for the kitchen to explore sanitary conditions of the place before he orders anything.
He stays silent as the team waits for the contact.
Monday March 17, 2070; 11:24 AM; Forbidden City, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens
Rex
When he realizes what is going on, Rex refuses to pay the surcharge and decides to order something specific instead of getting the buffet. In other circumstances, he might have made a scene but this isn't the time - so he makes a mental note to come back here for this exact purpose.
In response to Anon, I'm sure they've already spotted us, I'm hard to miss. He checks his comm for incoming messages through visual feed.
Rex
When he realizes what is going on, Rex refuses to pay the surcharge and decides to order something specific instead of getting the buffet. In other circumstances, he might have made a scene but this isn't the time - so he makes a mental note to come back here for this exact purpose.
In response to Anon, I'm sure they've already spotted us, I'm hard to miss. He checks his comm for incoming messages through visual feed.
Monday March 17, 2070; 11:24 AM; Forbidden City, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens
Jazz
"Geez, Sam. Couldn't you have kicked my shin or something. Sorry, totally missed that message you sent me a couple minutes ago. On it now."
Jazz then hooks the three new guys up with their comm network using the ids provided, while Sam heads off to refill her plate.
"Where does she put all that? If I were to... That was quick. Aha. Looks like they are already here."
<< [Jazz] Hey everyone! We're at table 17. Just look it up on your map. >> [Attachment: AR_table_layout]
When the three new team members arrive, Jazz welcomes them with a friendly smile.
"Hey! Take a seat. I'm Jazz. This is Spades and Sam is currently at the buffet. Should be right back. You got something ordered already?"
Jazz
"Geez, Sam. Couldn't you have kicked my shin or something. Sorry, totally missed that message you sent me a couple minutes ago. On it now."
Jazz then hooks the three new guys up with their comm network using the ids provided, while Sam heads off to refill her plate.
"Where does she put all that? If I were to... That was quick. Aha. Looks like they are already here."
<< [Jazz] Hey everyone! We're at table 17. Just look it up on your map. >> [Attachment: AR_table_layout]
When the three new team members arrive, Jazz welcomes them with a friendly smile.
"Hey! Take a seat. I'm Jazz. This is Spades and Sam is currently at the buffet. Should be right back. You got something ordered already?"
Monday March 17, 2070; 11:24 AM; Forbidden City, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens
"I'm still checking out if offer here is adequately clean. You can never be too carefull. My name is Jake." a voice comes from 'mummified' person in front of the team.
"I'm still checking out if offer here is adequately clean. You can never be too carefull. My name is Jake." a voice comes from 'mummified' person in front of the team.
Hi, name's Rex. I got myself this plate of soyshrimp, I don't feel that hungry right now. The tall, wide-shouldered troll sits at the table and looks down at his plate, obviously annoyed, but not saying why. And they thought I'd pay more than "non-trolls"? Pff! Hell no!
Monday March 17, 2070; 11:24 AM; Forbidden City, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens
Jazz
The young woman, that introduced herself as Jazz, and who seems to be the team's hacker, does not really look like what one would expect from the typical hacker, unless they were watching some kind of trideo, of course. She is of average height with a lithe and slender body. Her long, ash-blonde hair is worn in a pony tail, with a few strands framing a pretty face with green eyes, most of the time hidden behind stylish green sunglasses. Jazz dresses in low-riding jeans, heeled boots, and a green crop top, apparantly not shy of showing off her curves and slim waistline. On top she has a short jeans jacket and her equipment mostly consists of a small, black messenger bag.
Jazz & Sam (picture courtesy of Gray)
Jazz
The young woman, that introduced herself as Jazz, and who seems to be the team's hacker, does not really look like what one would expect from the typical hacker, unless they were watching some kind of trideo, of course. She is of average height with a lithe and slender body. Her long, ash-blonde hair is worn in a pony tail, with a few strands framing a pretty face with green eyes, most of the time hidden behind stylish green sunglasses. Jazz dresses in low-riding jeans, heeled boots, and a green crop top, apparantly not shy of showing off her curves and slim waistline. On top she has a short jeans jacket and her equipment mostly consists of a small, black messenger bag.
Jazz & Sam (picture courtesy of Gray)
Monday March 17, 2070; 11:24 AM; Forbidden City, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens
Spades
He looked at the newcomers without a hint of the doubt that had plagued his face earlier. Spades was a taller young gentleman with brown hair and a goatee to match, very trideo-game show host. He currently was wearing a suit as per could be expected. Spades stands, and offers his hand to each one of the runners with a pleasant smile on his face. Shockingly enough, it looked genuine.
"Pleasure to meet all of you, I guess we'll get to expertise information after the pleasantries. Would you all please make yourselves comfortable? I think we have a little to discuss."
Spades slid down as far he could, to make room on his side of the booth... He noticed this place was not very Troll friendly, when it came to sizing.
Spades
He looked at the newcomers without a hint of the doubt that had plagued his face earlier. Spades was a taller young gentleman with brown hair and a goatee to match, very trideo-game show host. He currently was wearing a suit as per could be expected. Spades stands, and offers his hand to each one of the runners with a pleasant smile on his face. Shockingly enough, it looked genuine.
"Pleasure to meet all of you, I guess we'll get to expertise information after the pleasantries. Would you all please make yourselves comfortable? I think we have a little to discuss."
Spades slid down as far he could, to make room on his side of the booth... He noticed this place was not very Troll friendly, when it came to sizing.
Monday March 17, 2070; 11:24 AM; Forbidden City, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens
Rex was used to living in a world that was made for people much smaller than he was, and he didn't seemed bothered by the bench he had to sit on.
<I see that a network is all setup for us so let's move to subvoc. Again, nice to meet all of you. I don't know what you guys are after, but my gut tells me that Kilroy didn't make sure to add us to the team for no reason. Pay's pretty good too, so let's here it. What kind of job is it and what's our timeframe?>
The troll, dressed in a clean white shirt with a black tie, looked very businessy. It was reassuring that he didn't look like just another dumb troll with big muscles. Although he clearly had big muscles.
Rex was used to living in a world that was made for people much smaller than he was, and he didn't seemed bothered by the bench he had to sit on.
<I see that a network is all setup for us so let's move to subvoc. Again, nice to meet all of you. I don't know what you guys are after, but my gut tells me that Kilroy didn't make sure to add us to the team for no reason. Pay's pretty good too, so let's here it. What kind of job is it and what's our timeframe?>
The troll, dressed in a clean white shirt with a black tie, looked very businessy. It was reassuring that he didn't look like just another dumb troll with big muscles. Although he clearly had big muscles.
Monday March 17, 2070; 11:24 AM; Forbidden City, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens
Jazz
<< [Jazz] Well, right now the job is... waiting. A first part of three has been completed earlier. The next will most likely not start until tomorrow. We will only get more information by then, AFAIK (only been with the team for a few hours myself). >>
Jazz
<< [Jazz] Well, right now the job is... waiting. A first part of three has been completed earlier. The next will most likely not start until tomorrow. We will only get more information by then, AFAIK (only been with the team for a few hours myself). >>
Monday March 17, 2070; 11:24 AM; Forbidden City, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens
Sam
<<@Team [Sam] Welcome guys! So, like Jazz said, we're on more of an on call basis on this series of runs. I get the feeling the Johnson is getting us the target information as soon as he is able to acquire it. We expect each of the three to be snatch and grabs. We're not quite sure who is the target of the grabs, but Jazz has assembled several leads for us.>>
Sam
<<@Team [Sam] Welcome guys! So, like Jazz said, we're on more of an on call basis on this series of runs. I get the feeling the Johnson is getting us the target information as soon as he is able to acquire it. We expect each of the three to be snatch and grabs. We're not quite sure who is the target of the grabs, but Jazz has assembled several leads for us.>>
Monday March 17, 2070; 11:25 AM; Forbidden City, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens
Jazz
<< [Jazz] Yeah, let's see if I can get you guys up to speed...
[ There is quite a bit of media buzz about Zephyr Securities at the moment. It seems that one of their deliveries was hit by a group of shadowrunners in broad daylight today. Kuji Pharmaceuticals has issued a press release stating that they are exercising a service level clause in their contract with Zephyr Securities and canceling their contract for secure deliveries. Zephyr Securities stock also took a 5.7% drop on the news that a shadowrun team had been successful against one of their courier teams. ]
Zephyr was the first job, obviously. They were just a means to achieve something bigger most likely.
But was it the package what J wanted? Hard to say, but there are some scenarios, that appear possible.
Then there is Kuji Pharmaceuticals. They are the ones that cancelled the contract, because of the lost package.
Maybe someone is trying to actively change the courier company working for them? >>
Jazz
<< [Jazz] Yeah, let's see if I can get you guys up to speed...
[ There is quite a bit of media buzz about Zephyr Securities at the moment. It seems that one of their deliveries was hit by a group of shadowrunners in broad daylight today. Kuji Pharmaceuticals has issued a press release stating that they are exercising a service level clause in their contract with Zephyr Securities and canceling their contract for secure deliveries. Zephyr Securities stock also took a 5.7% drop on the news that a shadowrun team had been successful against one of their courier teams. ]
Zephyr was the first job, obviously. They were just a means to achieve something bigger most likely.
But was it the package what J wanted? Hard to say, but there are some scenarios, that appear possible.
Then there is Kuji Pharmaceuticals. They are the ones that cancelled the contract, because of the lost package.
Maybe someone is trying to actively change the courier company working for them? >>
Monday March 17, 2070; 11:26 AM; Forbidden City, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens
Rex
<< [Rex] Interesting. Sounds like Johnson wants to bring the security company down more than to get the package. Any leads on the Johnson himself? Knowing his identity would help to understand this. >>
Rex
<< [Rex] Interesting. Sounds like Johnson wants to bring the security company down more than to get the package. Any leads on the Johnson himself? Knowing his identity would help to understand this. >>
Monday March 17, 2070; 11:26 AM; Forbidden City, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens
Jazz
<< [Jazz] Not really, no. Too few information to start digging, yet. We hope to get a better look at the big picture, once we know about the second part. >>
Jazz
<< [Jazz] Not really, no. Too few information to start digging, yet. We hope to get a better look at the big picture, once we know about the second part. >>
Monday March 17, 2070; 11:24 AM; Forbidden City, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens
Anon listens intently obviously being the least experienced among the group. At least he thinks he is.
Anon listens intently obviously being the least experienced among the group. At least he thinks he is.
Monday March 17, 2070; 11:24 AM; Forbidden City, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens
<<Why do I get the feeling that we may end up as a scape goats by the time run is over? It would be smart to dig into this further...Do we have any clue what was in the package. And how tough were the courriers?>>
<<Why do I get the feeling that we may end up as a scape goats by the time run is over? It would be smart to dig into this further...Do we have any clue what was in the package. And how tough were the courriers?>>
Monday March 17, 2070; 11:26 AM; Forbidden City, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens
Jazz
<< [Jazz] I'm afraid, we know too little yet, to be able to make any conclusions, but we are on it. The couriers were a pushover, but that would have to be expected, really. These guys are not equipped to deal with magic. >>
Jazz
<< [Jazz] I'm afraid, we know too little yet, to be able to make any conclusions, but we are on it. The couriers were a pushover, but that would have to be expected, really. These guys are not equipped to deal with magic. >>
Monday March 17, 2070; 11:26 AM; Forbidden City, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens
Rex
<<[Rex] Magic scares me. The last mojo wielder I worked with died in my arms a week ago.
I think the identity of the Johnson would really shed some light on all this. We should plan a way to track him after we meet him next. >>
Rex
<<[Rex] Magic scares me. The last mojo wielder I worked with died in my arms a week ago.
I think the identity of the Johnson would really shed some light on all this. We should plan a way to track him after we meet him next. >>
Monday March 17, 2070; 11:26 AM; Forbidden City, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens
Spades
<<[Spades] Oddly enough, you won't have to worry about mojo in the group anymore. The last practitioner has left and any leads as to a replacement haven't reported back yet. All I have to say is I need another bowl of this Mongolian Beef... Even if it's more likely to be made of Mongols than made of beef.>>
He made of concerted effort to be very formal in his maneuvering to get out of the booth.
Spades
<<[Spades] Oddly enough, you won't have to worry about mojo in the group anymore. The last practitioner has left and any leads as to a replacement haven't reported back yet. All I have to say is I need another bowl of this Mongolian Beef... Even if it's more likely to be made of Mongols than made of beef.>>
He made of concerted effort to be very formal in his maneuvering to get out of the booth.
Monday March 17, 2070; 11:26 AM; Forbidden City, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens
Anon blinks at Rex's comment. <<[Anon] Is that supposed to make me feel safe or something...oh....Heh! I get it...haze the new guy, right? Spook him out about the last mage dying just to get his head straight.>>
Anon blinks at Rex's comment. <<[Anon] Is that supposed to make me feel safe or something...oh....Heh! I get it...haze the new guy, right? Spook him out about the last mage dying just to get his head straight.>>
Tuesday, March 18, 2070; 8:00am
The meal passes with small talk between the new team mates. Eventually, Sam is the first to leave. She nods to the group and excuses herself, distracted and agitated.
Spades is the next. He slides out of the restaurant, into his car and onto the freeway. A shower, shave and short nap later and he's off to Shackles. For Spades, the night ends well. An elven beauty slots a Juliet persona chip and proceeds to calling him her Romeo until she passes out exhausted at his place.
Jazz follows quickly there after, the size of her account considerably larger than when the morning started. New to Seattle and the Puyallups, kicks back the evening and watches a few trids before falling asleep. She awakes early in the morning to find that the morning haze is a little lighter than previous mornings.
Jake drops Rex and Anon off before heading on home. An hour later, he is satisfied that the van has been sanitized. Checking the plastic seals of his makeshift clean room, he repairs the plastic sheeting hung in the garage before heading into his one room little house. His evening is one of consistency. He checks each of his drones and the van, cleaning the road grime from the sides before cleaning each of the filters. The alarm goes off at precisely 8:00am, just like every morning.
After being dropped off, Rex takes a little time to chill before he gets a call from Conrad. It seems that one of the bouncers called and he is short staffed. For Rex, the evening passes with mild amusement as the standard party goers come and go. The closest to an incident he gets is when a pair of orcs attempt to muscle their way in. He is able to convince them that there are easier clubs to crash. When he awakes in the morning he is home, though not quiet sure how he got there. The last thing he remembered was after hours drinks with the crew.
Anon's memory is crystal clear, just not extending as far into the past as he would like. He made it to his hole in the wall flop, glad to have some work if nothing else. Another evening scanning news clippings in AR and still no hits. One thing that did change was his patience with failure petered out earlier and earlier each night. A cheap six-pack and he finally passes out on the couch. The next morning he awakes with cat-shit in his mouth, at least it was gnarly like a cat shit in his mouth; Hair of the dog.
The meal passes with small talk between the new team mates. Eventually, Sam is the first to leave. She nods to the group and excuses herself, distracted and agitated.
Spades is the next. He slides out of the restaurant, into his car and onto the freeway. A shower, shave and short nap later and he's off to Shackles. For Spades, the night ends well. An elven beauty slots a Juliet persona chip and proceeds to calling him her Romeo until she passes out exhausted at his place.
Jazz follows quickly there after, the size of her account considerably larger than when the morning started. New to Seattle and the Puyallups, kicks back the evening and watches a few trids before falling asleep. She awakes early in the morning to find that the morning haze is a little lighter than previous mornings.
Jake drops Rex and Anon off before heading on home. An hour later, he is satisfied that the van has been sanitized. Checking the plastic seals of his makeshift clean room, he repairs the plastic sheeting hung in the garage before heading into his one room little house. His evening is one of consistency. He checks each of his drones and the van, cleaning the road grime from the sides before cleaning each of the filters. The alarm goes off at precisely 8:00am, just like every morning.
After being dropped off, Rex takes a little time to chill before he gets a call from Conrad. It seems that one of the bouncers called and he is short staffed. For Rex, the evening passes with mild amusement as the standard party goers come and go. The closest to an incident he gets is when a pair of orcs attempt to muscle their way in. He is able to convince them that there are easier clubs to crash. When he awakes in the morning he is home, though not quiet sure how he got there. The last thing he remembered was after hours drinks with the crew.
Anon's memory is crystal clear, just not extending as far into the past as he would like. He made it to his hole in the wall flop, glad to have some work if nothing else. Another evening scanning news clippings in AR and still no hits. One thing that did change was his patience with failure petered out earlier and earlier each night. A cheap six-pack and he finally passes out on the couch. The next morning he awakes with cat-shit in his mouth, at least it was gnarly like a cat shit in his mouth; Hair of the dog.
Monday March 18, 2070; 8:00 AM; some Motel, Puyallup Barrens
Jazz
At least she didn't hurt her head when waking up in the room, that was one step up from the coffin hotel of last night. Jazz really needed to find a somewhat decent place for rent sooner or later, but for now it worked out.
Jazz
At least she didn't hurt her head when waking up in the room, that was one step up from the coffin hotel of last night. Jazz really needed to find a somewhat decent place for rent sooner or later, but for now it worked out.
Tuesday, March 18, 2070; 8:00am
Jake checks for new messages.
Jake checks for new messages.
Tuesday, March 18, 2070; 8:00am; Rex's Doss
Rex gets up and pours himself a large cup of boiling soycaf. He chugs it and pours himself a second one right after. He turns on the TriD for news while clumsily dressing up and checking his comm for messages.
Rex gets up and pours himself a large cup of boiling soycaf. He chugs it and pours himself a second one right after. He turns on the TriD for news while clumsily dressing up and checking his comm for messages.
Tuesday, March 18, 2070; 8:10am
Jazz takes the 0.2 seconds it requires to gather her stuff from the coffin motel and collects her Suzuki. The tip she had paid the clerk the night before to watch it was money well spent; The bike was safe and sound. As she reaches her bike, an message chirps in.
<<@Jazz [Sam] I have a personal issue to take care of. I will be in touch as soon as possible.>>
Jake wakes and checks his com. His news feeds are up to date, as well as surveillance footage from the security cameras around his little house; All is well. No messages though. Perhaps he need to make more friends; No, people are germy.
Rex kicks back with his news feeds and soykaf. The forecast is light mist settling out early to lightly overcast skies. One of the blogger fed news feeds is talking about a Star Crackdown on gangers on I-167 as well as the extraction of a data analyst from MitsuhiamaTech in Auburn last night. The corporate sponsored feed have the usual watered down stories masquerading as reality as well as cheerful political promises of more jobs, better health care and government programs just for YOU. His messages include a big thanks Conrad and the LTG for a girl named Daisy, a fiery redheaded troll he met at the club last night and a note to call her sometime.
Jazz takes the 0.2 seconds it requires to gather her stuff from the coffin motel and collects her Suzuki. The tip she had paid the clerk the night before to watch it was money well spent; The bike was safe and sound. As she reaches her bike, an message chirps in.
<<@Jazz [Sam] I have a personal issue to take care of. I will be in touch as soon as possible.>>
Jake wakes and checks his com. His news feeds are up to date, as well as surveillance footage from the security cameras around his little house; All is well. No messages though. Perhaps he need to make more friends; No, people are germy.
Rex kicks back with his news feeds and soykaf. The forecast is light mist settling out early to lightly overcast skies. One of the blogger fed news feeds is talking about a Star Crackdown on gangers on I-167 as well as the extraction of a data analyst from MitsuhiamaTech in Auburn last night. The corporate sponsored feed have the usual watered down stories masquerading as reality as well as cheerful political promises of more jobs, better health care and government programs just for YOU. His messages include a big thanks Conrad and the LTG for a girl named Daisy, a fiery redheaded troll he met at the club last night and a note to call her sometime.
Monday March 18, 2070; 8:10 AM; some Motel, Puyallup Barrens
Jazz
Message to Sam: < [Jazz] Alright. Let us know if you get any new messages concerning our situation here, in case you cannot make it. >
Message to Team: < [Jazz] Nothing yet, I will keep you informed. Sam is taking a little break, we will hear from her later, I suppose. Anyone know a good place to stay in the meantime? >
After a small breakfast and after paying her bill, Jazz heads out of the building and to the motel's parking place, where her bike and car have been stored. She takes the Mirage, leaving her car on autopilot to follow in a short distance, thinking that she really needs some kind of garage for it sooner or later.
Jazz
Message to Sam: < [Jazz] Alright. Let us know if you get any new messages concerning our situation here, in case you cannot make it. >
Message to Team: < [Jazz] Nothing yet, I will keep you informed. Sam is taking a little break, we will hear from her later, I suppose. Anyone know a good place to stay in the meantime? >
After a small breakfast and after paying her bill, Jazz heads out of the building and to the motel's parking place, where her bike and car have been stored. She takes the Mirage, leaving her car on autopilot to follow in a short distance, thinking that she really needs some kind of garage for it sooner or later.
Monday March 18, 2070; 8:20 AM; Jake's Place
Jake idly wonders when he'll get the news about their next run. He summons up team panel:
< Jake[@Team]: Any news on the run? >
Jake idly wonders when he'll get the news about their next run. He summons up team panel:
< Jake[@Team]: Any news on the run? >
Tuesday, March 18, 2070; 8:15am; Rex's doss
Rex smiles thinking about Daisy. I definitely have to give her a call as soon as this is over.
He switches his TriD to an action packed sci-fi series and awaits more news from his teammates about the run.
Rex smiles thinking about Daisy. I definitely have to give her a call as soon as this is over.
He switches his TriD to an action packed sci-fi series and awaits more news from his teammates about the run.
Tuesday, March 18, 2070; 8:20am; Spade's Doss
Spades
Spades definitely did not need to continue this "late to bed, early to rise" routine. He watched the Elven woman next to him for a few short moments... The he pulled himself out of bed after much deliberation, groggily making his way to the shower.
After the relaxing cascade of warm water, Spades reluctantly left the shower and made his way to the kitchen to satiate his daily needs. He follows the same routine as most mornings, turning on the trid to the news networks, laundry, and setting up a soyegg and sinth sausage breakfast for two. This time he'd woken up early enough to partake of it. As an after thought, before sitting down, he grabbed his comlink from inside his trousers to check for messages. One message from Jazz, but little other information on a meeting location or time. He gazed upon the Elven fox laying two feet away from him.
He spoke softly in her ear in Sperethiel so as to rouse her from her slumber, he'd crouched in next to the bed on her side. Putting as much feeling into the words as he could, he recited a line of poetry he'd felt was particularly moving and relevant to the scene.
"Has my heart loved 'til now? Forswear it, sight! For I never saw great beauty 'til this night."
The advantages of being a comlink away from information pertinent to the situation, were too numerous to count. Spades took these advantages into excess the night previously. He'd even remembered a few lines he'd spoken to her. This "Romeo and Juliet" thing sounded like a pretty good read, when he'd have the chance, especially if it got him ladies like this more often.
Spades
Spades definitely did not need to continue this "late to bed, early to rise" routine. He watched the Elven woman next to him for a few short moments... The he pulled himself out of bed after much deliberation, groggily making his way to the shower.
After the relaxing cascade of warm water, Spades reluctantly left the shower and made his way to the kitchen to satiate his daily needs. He follows the same routine as most mornings, turning on the trid to the news networks, laundry, and setting up a soyegg and sinth sausage breakfast for two. This time he'd woken up early enough to partake of it. As an after thought, before sitting down, he grabbed his comlink from inside his trousers to check for messages. One message from Jazz, but little other information on a meeting location or time. He gazed upon the Elven fox laying two feet away from him.
He spoke softly in her ear in Sperethiel so as to rouse her from her slumber, he'd crouched in next to the bed on her side. Putting as much feeling into the words as he could, he recited a line of poetry he'd felt was particularly moving and relevant to the scene.
"Has my heart loved 'til now? Forswear it, sight! For I never saw great beauty 'til this night."
The advantages of being a comlink away from information pertinent to the situation, were too numerous to count. Spades took these advantages into excess the night previously. He'd even remembered a few lines he'd spoken to her. This "Romeo and Juliet" thing sounded like a pretty good read, when he'd have the chance, especially if it got him ladies like this more often.
Monday March 18, 2070; 8:20 AM; Anon's Place
Anon gets up and grumbles. The first thing he does is look for some water then checks his messages.
Anon gets up and grumbles. The first thing he does is look for some water then checks his messages.
Monday March 18, 2070; 8:20 AM
Jazz gets a thumbs up ARO as a closing from Sam.
The vending machines present at the coffin motel leave a lot to be desired. Her breakfast consists of a Hershey's Energy bar and pint of choc-o soymilk; The latter being way too close to its expiration date, the former being well past.
A quick scan of the local forums yield a nugget of information: At 850 W. Main St, there is a paid parking lot with a reputation for discretion and security.
For Jake, there is the no news beyond the update from Jazz about Sam.
Rex finds an episode of the A-Team-2100 playing. In this episode, B.A. Barracuss (the troll) finds himself on the space station Unity after being drugged by the team, due to his fear of flying. Face (the elf) is schmoozing the female security guard as the team tries to access a secure portion of the station.
Spades' guest rouses from her sleep. She looks at him a little confused, "What did you say?"
Anon crawls out of window of the house he had flopped in for the night. It is a currently unoccupied rental and regrettably, the utilities are all off.. including the water. After a walk of a few blocks, he finds his way to a c-store, buys a water cup and is finally able to quench his thirst.
Jazz gets a thumbs up ARO as a closing from Sam.
The vending machines present at the coffin motel leave a lot to be desired. Her breakfast consists of a Hershey's Energy bar and pint of choc-o soymilk; The latter being way too close to its expiration date, the former being well past.
A quick scan of the local forums yield a nugget of information: At 850 W. Main St, there is a paid parking lot with a reputation for discretion and security.
For Jake, there is the no news beyond the update from Jazz about Sam.
Rex finds an episode of the A-Team-2100 playing. In this episode, B.A. Barracuss (the troll) finds himself on the space station Unity after being drugged by the team, due to his fear of flying. Face (the elf) is schmoozing the female security guard as the team tries to access a secure portion of the station.
Spades' guest rouses from her sleep. She looks at him a little confused, "What did you say?"
Anon crawls out of window of the house he had flopped in for the night. It is a currently unoccupied rental and regrettably, the utilities are all off.. including the water. After a walk of a few blocks, he finds his way to a c-store, buys a water cup and is finally able to quench his thirst.
Monday March 18, 2070; 8:20 AM
Rex forces himself to begin his morning exercises and work-out routine, while watching the TriD. He'll go jogging outside afterwards, regardless of the weather.
Rex forces himself to begin his morning exercises and work-out routine, while watching the TriD. He'll go jogging outside afterwards, regardless of the weather.
Monday March 18, 2070; 8:23 AM; Jake's Place
Jake realises that he hasn't sanitized the flat for more than 24 hours and decides to make major cleaning.
Jake realises that he hasn't sanitized the flat for more than 24 hours and decides to make major cleaning.
Monday March 18, 2070; 8:40 AM
Jazz makes her way to Main Street Parking. As she pulls up to the little booth, there is an older Japanese man waiting. He pushes forward a keypad for her to enter a claim code for her vehicle. The thought passes that it would be much simpler to just assign an ARO token for the vehicle, but that would require a computer made in the last seven years. After she selects and enters a code, it spits out an actual paper receipt.
Jake starts cleaning his apartment after the realization sets in about the number of germs that have no doubt multiplied within his home. As he begins to imagine the microscopic germs copulating everywhere, he fights back becoming violently ill and grabs for the cleaning supplies. While the amount of foreign material recovered during the first stages of cleaning are minuscule, it is enough to feed Jake's paranoia. The chirping of the com is a welcome distraction.
Rex finishes stretching out and heads out for his run. He is quite a sight in his sweats and definitely out of place. As he starts jogging down the street, several local gangers take notice and the temptation to comment is written on their face, but they wisely elect not to test his disposition; After all he is a troll jogging in a neighborhood where no one jogs. His workout music is interrupted by an incoming message.
Spades sits there smiling for a moment, proud of his mastery of the elven tongue. It is however fleeting. The persona chip having ran its course, his companion quickly reveals her own lack of personality. Another minute of conversation, or an attempt at it, reveals to him that she is a typical bubble headed bimbo without a drop of self-esteem or personality of her own; A product of mass market advertising and too many hours of trid and commercial AR. Another minute and she is bouncing off to the shower. Meanwhile, he rises, dresses and heats up a cup of soykaf. Sitting and pondering the outcome of the morning as she finishes her shower, his com beeps. A welcome distraction from the relations of the morning.
Anon buys something from the freezer case with Breakfast in the title, nukes it and heads out. Several blocks away he finds a broken down park bench to sit upon. He squirts the contents of a flavor packet on the burrito-ish thing he purchased for breakfast and eats it while looking over his surroundings. The neighborhood is gray and drab. The streets have not been maintained in years and the houses would be condemned in any functional municipality. His mind wanders as to whether or not he once lived in nice, sizable home. If he used to eat real food and had green grass in his yard. His thoughts are interrupted by the by the canned music announcing an incoming signal on his com.
<<@Team [Mr Johnson] Another package is being shipped today. Pickup will be between 1:00 and 3:00. The new couriers will give 10 minutes notice. >>
Jazz makes her way to Main Street Parking. As she pulls up to the little booth, there is an older Japanese man waiting. He pushes forward a keypad for her to enter a claim code for her vehicle. The thought passes that it would be much simpler to just assign an ARO token for the vehicle, but that would require a computer made in the last seven years. After she selects and enters a code, it spits out an actual paper receipt.
QUOTE (Receipt)
Main Street Parking: C-10 - 2070-03-18/08:39:47
"C ten." the old man replies, opening the gate, just as her com dings with an incoming call being routed to TeamNet®.Jake starts cleaning his apartment after the realization sets in about the number of germs that have no doubt multiplied within his home. As he begins to imagine the microscopic germs copulating everywhere, he fights back becoming violently ill and grabs for the cleaning supplies. While the amount of foreign material recovered during the first stages of cleaning are minuscule, it is enough to feed Jake's paranoia. The chirping of the com is a welcome distraction.
Rex finishes stretching out and heads out for his run. He is quite a sight in his sweats and definitely out of place. As he starts jogging down the street, several local gangers take notice and the temptation to comment is written on their face, but they wisely elect not to test his disposition; After all he is a troll jogging in a neighborhood where no one jogs. His workout music is interrupted by an incoming message.
Spades sits there smiling for a moment, proud of his mastery of the elven tongue. It is however fleeting. The persona chip having ran its course, his companion quickly reveals her own lack of personality. Another minute of conversation, or an attempt at it, reveals to him that she is a typical bubble headed bimbo without a drop of self-esteem or personality of her own; A product of mass market advertising and too many hours of trid and commercial AR. Another minute and she is bouncing off to the shower. Meanwhile, he rises, dresses and heats up a cup of soykaf. Sitting and pondering the outcome of the morning as she finishes her shower, his com beeps. A welcome distraction from the relations of the morning.
Anon buys something from the freezer case with Breakfast in the title, nukes it and heads out. Several blocks away he finds a broken down park bench to sit upon. He squirts the contents of a flavor packet on the burrito-ish thing he purchased for breakfast and eats it while looking over his surroundings. The neighborhood is gray and drab. The streets have not been maintained in years and the houses would be condemned in any functional municipality. His mind wanders as to whether or not he once lived in nice, sizable home. If he used to eat real food and had green grass in his yard. His thoughts are interrupted by the by the canned music announcing an incoming signal on his com.
<<@Team [Mr Johnson] Another package is being shipped today. Pickup will be between 1:00 and 3:00. The new couriers will give 10 minutes notice. >>
Monday March 18, 2070; 8:42 AM; Main Street Parking, Puyallup Barrens
Jazz
"Thanks!" Jazz controls her car via remote to drive it into the designated place.
< [Jazz] Don't you love these highly detailed descriptions? Just stay ready, I guess. >
Once everything has been taken care of at Main Street Parking to have her car stay there for a while, Jazz hops back on her bike to have a little sightseeing tour through the neighbourhood. It was still way too early to expect any trouble, so it was a good time to get an idea of the surrounding area, and a coffee.
Jazz
"Thanks!" Jazz controls her car via remote to drive it into the designated place.
< [Jazz] Don't you love these highly detailed descriptions? Just stay ready, I guess. >
Once everything has been taken care of at Main Street Parking to have her car stay there for a while, Jazz hops back on her bike to have a little sightseeing tour through the neighbourhood. It was still way too early to expect any trouble, so it was a good time to get an idea of the surrounding area, and a coffee.
Monday March 18, 2070; 8:40 AM; Spade's Doss
He looked at his comm quickly, Spades was sad he didn't have the foresight to have waited for her to take her shower. It was perhaps fate though, for what he had been introduced with sadly fell below par of anything worthwhile in a companion. Spades was, however, rewarded with news he had time to waste before everyone was needed at action stations. A good deal of karmic retribution perhaps, but all too costly in it's own right. She was a body with no mind. What kind of travesty could befall so many people?
Spades took to mentally submerging himself. He sat on his legs, much like an oriental martial artist, entering a state of relaxed meditation. Earlier he had gone to retrieve his glasses and earbuds to attach to his comlink, for which he used to enter into a well-used uplink to a VR meditation center. He adjusted the earbuds to fade outside noises to the background, and left the image translucent. After all, he was going to keep his eyes shut for the majority of the meditation. Soft Chinese classical music played in the background as he sat there letting his mind drift, and contemplate. It was to be an exceptional day today, he felt it.
He looked at his comm quickly, Spades was sad he didn't have the foresight to have waited for her to take her shower. It was perhaps fate though, for what he had been introduced with sadly fell below par of anything worthwhile in a companion. Spades was, however, rewarded with news he had time to waste before everyone was needed at action stations. A good deal of karmic retribution perhaps, but all too costly in it's own right. She was a body with no mind. What kind of travesty could befall so many people?
Spades took to mentally submerging himself. He sat on his legs, much like an oriental martial artist, entering a state of relaxed meditation. Earlier he had gone to retrieve his glasses and earbuds to attach to his comlink, for which he used to enter into a well-used uplink to a VR meditation center. He adjusted the earbuds to fade outside noises to the background, and left the image translucent. After all, he was going to keep his eyes shut for the majority of the meditation. Soft Chinese classical music played in the background as he sat there letting his mind drift, and contemplate. It was to be an exceptional day today, he felt it.
Monday March 18, 2070; 8:42 AM; Rex's Doss
During his jogging, Rex sends a quick reply through his headware comm. << [Rex] Let's meet up at 12:30 so we're ready to go within the 10 minutes time frame that'll eventually come up. We should get together close to where the job will take us. You guys have any clue where that might be?>>
During his jogging, Rex sends a quick reply through his headware comm. << [Rex] Let's meet up at 12:30 so we're ready to go within the 10 minutes time frame that'll eventually come up. We should get together close to where the job will take us. You guys have any clue where that might be?>>
Monday March 18, 2070; 8:42 AM; Main Street Parking, Puyallup Barrens
Jazz
< [Jazz] We know exactly as much as J told us in that last message. >
Jazz
< [Jazz] We know exactly as much as J told us in that last message. >
Monday March 18, 2070; 8:42 AM; Main Street Parking, Puyallup Barrens
<<Jake[@Team]Probably somewhere around where first job took place. Rex, I'll come and pick you up and from there I can pick up others without transportation.>>
<<Jake[@Team]Probably somewhere around where first job took place. Rex, I'll come and pick you up and from there I can pick up others without transportation.>>
Monday March 18, 2070; 8:43 AM; Rex's doss
<<@Team[Rex] Sounds good, Jake. I guess we can do this even as early as now. I'll be ready in 5. Give me 15 if you want me to shower first.
>>
Rex takes a quick shower and puts on black pants, a white shirt, a black tie and his armor jacket, picks up his huge combat axe, his rifle, ammo, and all the stuff he usually carries on runs, then heads out of his appartment, ready for pickup.
<<@Team[Rex] Sounds good, Jake. I guess we can do this even as early as now. I'll be ready in 5. Give me 15 if you want me to shower first.
>>Rex takes a quick shower and puts on black pants, a white shirt, a black tie and his armor jacket, picks up his huge combat axe, his rifle, ammo, and all the stuff he usually carries on runs, then heads out of his appartment, ready for pickup.
Monday March 18, 2070; 8:43 AM;
<<@Rex[Jake]:15 it is then...>>
<<@Rex[Jake]:15 it is then...>>
Tuesday March 18, 2070; ~9:00 AM
Jazz' car parked and receipt in pocket, she rides off around the neighborhood. Given the differences in architecture between Seattle and Atlanta, Puyallup City is very similar to the neighborhoods she is used to. Puyallup City is pretty much a gateway into the Barrens. She even passes a bored, and under-funded, Lone Star Cruiser during her exploring.
Main Street is a commercial strip and many of the buildings are a century old. Most show it but are still in a state of serviceable repair, though most could use a few coats of paint. Circling out a little farther, residential housing bumps up against the commercial areas. The houses are much the same as the businesses.
Spades immerses himself into his meditation; Audio filtering doing wonders for an unskilled practitioner. The music filling his senses and filling him with calm and hope. His tranquil is interrupted in the 5th song by a notice in his com that the exterior door opened and closed. He made mental note that she never provided an LTG to contact her otherwise.
Rex' run completed as well as a quick shower, he dresses and heads out. First thing that he realizes is that while he has a good, working knowledge of the area, he'd not staked out a place nearby for a pickup. His place being in a dilapidated townhouse across from the Puyallup River on the edge of Puyallup City. Standing there, he considers the irony: A troll with a battle axe, assault rifle and business suit...
As Jake arrives to pickup Rex, he is also struck by the contrast. Rex is dressed like he should be living several miles north and armed like he should be living several miles to the south. At least he's relatively clean.
Jazz' car parked and receipt in pocket, she rides off around the neighborhood. Given the differences in architecture between Seattle and Atlanta, Puyallup City is very similar to the neighborhoods she is used to. Puyallup City is pretty much a gateway into the Barrens. She even passes a bored, and under-funded, Lone Star Cruiser during her exploring.
Main Street is a commercial strip and many of the buildings are a century old. Most show it but are still in a state of serviceable repair, though most could use a few coats of paint. Circling out a little farther, residential housing bumps up against the commercial areas. The houses are much the same as the businesses.
[ Spoiler ]
Despite being a school day, a number of kids of various ages from 5'ish to 12'ish are out on the street; Mostly human, but of the dozen she's seen there are two orcs and a dwarf.Spades immerses himself into his meditation; Audio filtering doing wonders for an unskilled practitioner. The music filling his senses and filling him with calm and hope. His tranquil is interrupted in the 5th song by a notice in his com that the exterior door opened and closed. He made mental note that she never provided an LTG to contact her otherwise.
Rex' run completed as well as a quick shower, he dresses and heads out. First thing that he realizes is that while he has a good, working knowledge of the area, he'd not staked out a place nearby for a pickup. His place being in a dilapidated townhouse across from the Puyallup River on the edge of Puyallup City. Standing there, he considers the irony: A troll with a battle axe, assault rifle and business suit...
As Jake arrives to pickup Rex, he is also struck by the contrast. Rex is dressed like he should be living several miles north and armed like he should be living several miles to the south. At least he's relatively clean.
Monday March 18, 2070; 9:00 AM; driving around, Puyallup Barrens
Jazz
Noting that the kids shouldn't really be hanging out on the streets like that, Jazz doesn't think that this is totally unusual. Since she doesn't feel like chatting with them, she just drives on still on the search for a decent coffee.
< [Jazz] Hey guys, anyone know of a decent cafe or diner or something around here, where I can get breakfast? The stuff at the hotel was... well, less than perfect. >
Thinking about it, she then puts up a note on her virtual notepad to get some map softs for the city.
Jazz
Noting that the kids shouldn't really be hanging out on the streets like that, Jazz doesn't think that this is totally unusual. Since she doesn't feel like chatting with them, she just drives on still on the search for a decent coffee.
< [Jazz] Hey guys, anyone know of a decent cafe or diner or something around here, where I can get breakfast? The stuff at the hotel was... well, less than perfect. >
Thinking about it, she then puts up a note on her virtual notepad to get some map softs for the city.
Monday March 18, 2070; 9:20 AM; Downtown Seattle; Spade's Doss
Spades
He slipped back into meditation for a brief while. After twenty minutes he quietly rose, pulling the ear buds from their resting places. He took in the sounds that had replaced the soothing music with some quirk of interest, as they were so very different, before continuing about his daily routines. After doing a cursory check of his apartment to make sure everything was in the right place, and nothing was stolen, Spades was satisfied enough to contact the other members of the outfit about a meeting location.
I wonder if it's at all possible that anyone is even up this early...
He sent a mass text just in case there were any still sleeping. Of course, with regards to location, he wasn't sure if any specific one of his group lived near the Downtown area. Either way, getting out of the house was a must.
<@All [Spades] Who's ready for a pre-game hustle, pep talk, or perhaps a donut?>
Spades noticed he had a message to release the voice uplink from its mute status sitting in his inbox. It indicated the time stamp had come in while he was still meditating. So much for being "spatially aware". Spades physically shook his head as he grumbled the unintelligible subtext of his conscious mind.
He modified the sound dampening on his ear buds, refitting them to their proper sockets, before he accepted the link and entered the channel. Not soon after, scrambling to find his SubVox microphone.
<[Spades] Umm... Yeah, right, I'm on~... Sorry about the text, forgot we had this set up. Uh, Who's on?>
Spades
He slipped back into meditation for a brief while. After twenty minutes he quietly rose, pulling the ear buds from their resting places. He took in the sounds that had replaced the soothing music with some quirk of interest, as they were so very different, before continuing about his daily routines. After doing a cursory check of his apartment to make sure everything was in the right place, and nothing was stolen, Spades was satisfied enough to contact the other members of the outfit about a meeting location.
I wonder if it's at all possible that anyone is even up this early...
He sent a mass text just in case there were any still sleeping. Of course, with regards to location, he wasn't sure if any specific one of his group lived near the Downtown area. Either way, getting out of the house was a must.
<@All [Spades] Who's ready for a pre-game hustle, pep talk, or perhaps a donut?>
Spades noticed he had a message to release the voice uplink from its mute status sitting in his inbox. It indicated the time stamp had come in while he was still meditating. So much for being "spatially aware". Spades physically shook his head as he grumbled the unintelligible subtext of his conscious mind.
He modified the sound dampening on his ear buds, refitting them to their proper sockets, before he accepted the link and entered the channel. Not soon after, scrambling to find his SubVox microphone.
<[Spades] Umm... Yeah, right, I'm on~... Sorry about the text, forgot we had this set up. Uh, Who's on?>
<<[Annon] I'm down for a donut and a pregame as long as someone else brings both.>> Annon aimlessly begins walking around with his hands thrust in his pockets.
Monday March 18, 2070; ~9:00 AM, Pickup Point
"Rex. Your looking...nice. Love the touch with the axe."
"Rex. Your looking...nice. Love the touch with the axe."
Monday March 18, 2070; ~9:00 AM, Pickup Point
Rex grins. "Thanks chummer, it's not cause I'm tough that I can't look good at the same time."
Rex grins. "Thanks chummer, it's not cause I'm tough that I can't look good at the same time."
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