Friday, March 7th, 2070; 10:05; Starbucks, Northern Seattle

The two men were deep in conversation and turned to you when they realized that you were talking to them. It took them a second to understand exactly what you were saying, and they quickly stood up. One of them yelled "Frag off" before leaving the coffee shop in a hurry. Some, including the employees, looked at the scene before resuming what they were doing, seemingly uninterested.

Amok and the two EatMe's sit down at the table. They are currently the only ones there neither in line nor enjoying one of the fine Starbucks products.

<< Amok@Sweeper : I'd join the game, but I know my Vamp character wins in every game, even Mine Sweeper. >>

Friday, March 7th, 2070; 10:05; Starbucks, Northern Seattle
PAN Status : Active - SIN Status : Edward Black

Reading the spam message that gets violently broadcast across his field of vision, Vamp glances around the shop to see who had sent it off. Fragging sun, why the hell did we have to meet during the day. Darkening his contacts slightly, Vamp notices one of the twins scaring the pair of wageslaves from the table. Maybe this is them...

<< Vamp @ Sweeper : Looks like the game is coming together, the players are all gathering.

Friday, March 7th, 2070; 10:06; Starbucks, Northern Seattle
Simon aka PartyTime; PAN = hidden; SIN = Not Broadcast

After the suits to clear out and the everyone to goes back to their own business, PartyTime accesses AR. The large green number 5 circling above their table makes it easy to figure out which table the are at. He pulls up the Virtual Barista ® and orders a cafe mocha. He transmits the funds and flags the order to their table. The management will be a lot more accepting of me driving off the suits if I'm a paying customer.

Seeing the first of the two new recruits already headed over, he turns his attention to the pink mohawk... goth elf. He tosses an GPS ARO to the elf's PAN with the coordinates of one of the empty chairs.

Friday, March 7th, 2070; 10:06; Starbucks, Northern Seattle
PAN Status : Active - SIN Status : Edward Black

The ARO GPS message arrives from one of the three at the newly cleared table 5, stating the exact coordinates of the empty seat that apparently he was supposed to occupy. Apparently one of them had a sense of humor. Hopefully it won't be a group of tight ass professional merc wannabes like most runners I've seen are.

Vamp collects his drink and his guitar case and crosses to table 5, grabbing the assigned seat and moving it about a foot to the left before taking a seat... Frag your coordinates...

"Is this the Sonic party?" Vamp asks lightly as he looks around the table at the twins and the other two guys.

Friday, March 7th, 2070; 10:07; Starbucks, Northern Seattle
PAN Status : Offline-Skinlink/Smartgun only - SIN Status : Not broadcast
Base Perception: 10d, Hearing: 13d, Vision: 15d



As soon as it became apparent that the twins and the other guy were the party, and that the tragically dark goth was one of them also, Sweeper got up, and ambled over, dropping even his public PAN out of the grid. The best security was just not being available, after all. He took another look at the door, and then sat down, content to wait and let others carry the conversation.

Friday, March 7th, 2070; 10:07; Starbucks, Northern Seattle
Simon aka PartyTime; PAN = hidden; SIN = Not Broadcast

As the goth sits in a seat other than directed, Simon snickers. Conforming to his stereotype while he attempts to be a non-conformist... He catches himself both from actually reflecting back on that psychology class and secondly for actually applying it. Internally he winces at the thought. What does that say about me?

Returning his attention to the goth's question"Party? Oh yes. That's us." he replies in a deep voice and with a smile.

Looking over at the human arrival he nods and taps out a message, adds them to a team distribution group.
<<@Team [PartyTime]We need to take a drive by the target location. We had several team members aired out in that area. It has yet to be determined if the two are related.>>

Friday, March 7th, 2070; 10:07; Starbucks, Northern Seattle
PAN Status : Active - SIN Status : Edward Black

"Well it seems that I am in the right place afterall," remarks Vamp as he pulls his fedora lower over his eyes to block out the morning sun. "You can call me Edward or Vamp, whatever your preference. I assume we will be starting the game at some other locale, preferably somewhere...less bright."

Vamp could see the judgement in the eyes of each of the other men at the table, looking him over and setting their minds on what they thought he was like: some whiny, pretentious, stuck up goth elf. That was fine by him, it made what he was good at even easier, catching his targets off guard, breaking them to his will. The less they thought of him the better, it was so much easier that way.

Friday, March 7th, 2070; 10:08; Starbucks, Northern Seattle
PAN Status : Offline-Skinlink/Smartgun only - SIN Status : Not broadcast
Base Perception: 10d, Hearing: 13d, Vision: 15d


Sweeper smiled faintly, at Vamp's comment. "Well, I guess they call it running the shadows for a reason, in your case, eh?" With his PAN offline, he didn't get the message, so he went on to say, "I have a car outside, but it might be a bit tight for the five of us. The windows are tinted though, maybe that will help."

Friday, March 7th, 2070; 10:08; Starbucks, Northern Seattle
Simon aka PartyTime; PAN = hidden; SIN = Not Broadcast

Small talk was getting old, Simon reserved that for the fairer sex. Right now he just wanted to figure out how much heat, if any, had been added to this run. He gestures to the other EatMe. "That makes two." After getting no replies on the come he taps his ear. "PAN up."

He takes a short draw off of his beverage before standing up, looking across the room and heading for the door.
<<@Team [PartyTime] We can get acquainted on en route. What are your specialties?>>

Friday, March 7th, 2070; 10:09; Starbucks, Northern Seattle
PAN Status : Hidden - SIN Status : Not Broadcast
Base Perception: 10d, Hearing: 13d, Vision: 15d


Switching his link back on, in hidden mode, Sweeper stood up as well, and headed for his car. He walked around it, looking under it, and checking the wheel wells and under the bumpers, giving it a methodical once over, and scanning it with his hand-held sensors, before getting in. Once in, he set the windows for max tint, and started it up. Once he'd checked the indicators, and queried the dog-brain, he answered PartyTime's query. <<@Team[Sweeper] My specialty is physical security and B&E work.>>

Friday, March 7th, 2070; 10:09; Starbucks, Northern Seattle
PAN Status : Passive - SIN Status : Edward Black

Vamp follows the lead of the others as he grabs his gear and exits the Starbucks in the wake of the others. As the others pile into their respective vehicles, Vamp switches his fedora for his motorcycle helmet with its increased tinting and built in visual systems. The others had their cars, with their safe little composite frames, while he has his Mirage, with its sleek body, excellent handling, and the fact that he didn't actually have to ride with anyone else. He much preferred to be by himself on the road.

<< Vamp @ Team: I am a practitioner of fencing, both with blades and words. Some say that my voice is even sharper than my saber. >>

Friday, March 7th, 2070; 10:10; EatMe's Car, Northern Seattle
Simon aka PartyTime; PAN = hidden; SIN = Not Broadcast

Simon climbs into EatMe's car.
<<@Team [PartyTime] They call me PartyTime. You can use PT if you prefer. Amok is our computer wiz, I'm spell slinger and EatMe... Well, he does about everything else, I guess.
Shall we do a drive by on the target? And should we combine down to less that three vehicles?>>

Friday, March 7th, 2070; 10:10; Vamp's Bike, Northern Seattle
PAN Status : Passive - SIN Status : Edward Black

Vamp leans back as he rides, enjoying the feel of riding so smoothly on the streets of Seattle, just like when he used to run the streets of Portland with his family. The nostalgia almost made him ignore the new message from PT.

<< Vamp @ Team : I prefer to keep to my bike, no offense. A drive by sounds like a starting point, but what exactly are the goals of this run, and if you don't mind me asking, what happened to your members? >>

Friday, March 7th, 2070; 10:11; Sweeper's Comet, Northern Seattle
PAN Status : Hidden - SIN Status : Not Broadcast
Base Perception: 10d, Hearing: 13d, Vision: 15d


Sweeper smiled thinly, as he got Vamp's message. He kept his car where it was, no need to waste movement until he had somewhere to go, after all. He did scan the passing pedestrians and traffic by reflex, watching for potential threat factors. <<@Team[Sweeper] I think the current arrangement is satisfactory. My gear is in this vehicle, and I'd prefer to keep it accessible. We can continue this discussion en route, as specified. Perhaps we can start with the location of the job site? That way we can actually be en route while you explain what's going on, otherwise.>>

Friday, March 7th, 2070; 10:11; EatMe's Honda Spirit, Northern Seattle
PAN Status : Passive - SIN : Erik McKinney

The whole meeting had gone by rather quickly, he was still sizing-up his new teammates. One of him was a laughable excuse of the underworld fancy of faux vampires and concubines, while vampires were real, basing one's look and life on one was a teenage fad... He caught himself chuckling, more off the fact that EatMe was willing to bet his life savings this chummer didn't even know what one looked like. His surrounding faded into the background as he remembered his past troubles with ghouls and their masters... He visibly shivered. This guy must think pretty highly of himself to emulate one, which meant he had an ego, ego's didn't find their way into running until one was really good at what he did, and renowned runner wouldn't be running this chicken scratch mission. Which meant ganger or ex-ganger. And it was a safe assumption this guy probably was the Face of the group what with his open remark in his skills. As everyone in sat together he stared off into space as the others conversed, leaving his clone to take over details he mulled over the possible gangs this guy was from so he could gauge his potential. He came up with a few, but without a symbol for guidance he left it be until he could pick it out, Sweeper seemed like a simple straight-forward character, pensions for hacking were penchant for solo work, which meant he had no leads on where this guy was coming from, so he reserve judgment until he could clarify this hacker's potential. But then again, they had Amok as the full time hacker, so this guy was the physical side, while Amok ran the Matrix, Sweeper was here and now hacking, which was good, two hackers are better than one. Amok running security buffer, while Sweeper ran door management. We've PANned up, but we need to get hook ups for SubVox and communications, that should be something we should do first and foremost... He returned himself to the conversation as they headed out towards everyone's vehicles.

<<@Team/EM Pete : Hey, this is EatMe, I need a roll call for those with subvox or at least earphones, so I can get Amok to set up a private link between everyone's comm. So as to make talking a little easier when it comes down to grouping up.>>

As he walked outside he noticed Vamp moving towards a bright green bike, he had a fact that fell into his lap. He thought about it as he got into his Honda Spirit. He sat in the front next to PartyTime.

"Lets get one thing straight, it might've been amusing you acting like the worlds butchest fraggin' queer, but next time you feel the need to express yourself, choose some other runner to shine a light on their face 'cause I don't need it, got me?."

He was surprised how long he'd held in being pissed off, but it explained why he no longer had an angered tint in his voice, only a frank "never do it again" sort of parenting tone... He was almost sickened that he came off like a father figure, but as far as he knew in human years, he was PartyTime's senior by a decade.

Friday, March 7th, 2070; 10:12; EatMe's Honda Spirit, Northern Seattle

As EatMe asks about earbuds, Simon taps his ear and smiles. The immediate followup with an ass-chewing elicited a different response. Simon thought it was funny, he even thought it was funny to hear EatMe talk about it. "Ok, ok..." He lifts up his hands, "Perhaps you're right. Next time I make a scene I should use dead presidents & vice-presidents." He rubs his chin, "Clinton for the hound-daug, I cannot tell a lie Washington and Gore the queer."

He pauses, Was it Gore that came out of the closet or McPherson? Doesn't matter. They both look queer anyway. Knowing more was coming if he didn't close the loop, "Anyway, won't happen again."

That done, he updates the team on the basics.
<<@Team [PartyTime] Run basics are this: Copy a file from the system of a light security, research facility. Project Infinity. No damage is to be incurred to the facility or its personnel and it is preferable that we be undiscovered during our operation. We also need to keep quiet about it afterwards. It is the property of a small corporation named Neurograd, a subsidiary of the MegaCorp Evo in the central part of Everett. The facility is relatively secret and located in Evo's jurisdiction. We have a chip with older blueprints of the building and a code clearance for the outside gate. Questions?>>