Full Version: Starting a new game.
it seems to be the norm. People on here seem to spend way more time starting games than actually playing them.
QUOTE (pbangarth @ Apr 22 2010, 04:48 PM) 
Several people I've been playing with in the last few months have just faded away from DS. Don't know whether it's me or what.
I hope ravensoracle is OK, though.
I hope ravensoracle is OK, though.
Ditto
Should we regroup? take a head count of who's still reading this thread and see if anyone wants to run a game?
Hmm... are you suggesting a rotating GM position? That could be fun. I'm still around.
I've been poking my head in, in case our GM came back - but you guys have mostly starting up an informal GM-less game (and there seemed to be plenty of player activity). Tag didn't really have a place in a bar (which was, perhaps, a problem with the concept). 
If someone took the reigns and wanted to start a new game, I'd be interested in playing if there's room, though.
If someone took the reigns and wanted to start a new game, I'd be interested in playing if there's room, though.
Yeah, we went through a bit of role play demonstrating our respective skills, but things have quieted down the last week or two. I figured Bongo's Enthralling Performance would give folks a chance to see each other standing out from the crowd, and maybe force a meeting... along the lines of "Alright, let's bring the elephant in the room out in the open. What the drek are we all doing here?"
I'm still here and willing to play. I never really made an initial post because I was waiting to see if raven came back. However, I'm still interested in playing my character if someone else takes over.
I'm still around.
I'm stil around as well.
Just got an update on ravensoracle. He is ill, but is healing and hopes to be back with us soon. So, till he returns, we are free to do what we like! Look out, Ion Eyes, we're takin' over!
Hoody hoo!
OK, so the RP ball is in your court, gang. On Wednesday (till Sunday), I go to Calgary for a conference, and my access may be spotty, so let's see if we can get something stirred up in two days.
I'm still interested in the game, but I am at training out of town until Saturday night, so my internet access is virtually nil right now. I will post some more this weekend when I get back.
OK guys didn"t mean to ditch you like that but I had some health issues that put me in the hospital. Bi-polar is a bitch let me tell you. I have only gotten about 5 minutes here since I am still in the hospital and access to the internet is restricted fir me right now. Please keep up the RP, I am going to be extremely limited for at least the next 2 weeks. No guarantee I will even be on. I still have all my notes and am ready to run with it. All those that started RP'ing get 4 Karma. To give you guys a goal, having a pre-established group can move things along very quickly. I can't wait to be able to actually read the posts but I am running out of time. See you guys real soon.
12:46 "Ion Eyes" Dance Club, downtown Seattle
Bongo has certainly kicked it up a notch.
Max felt the groove sinking into his mind like a lovers breath in his ear. But the buzz of coke jerked his brain again and he pulled back into the moment. He noticed the same could not be said for the general population. The frothy swells of the crowd swam into one slow wave. He looked to the Table he had recently left to see their reaction while he typed into the comm in his lap,
<<[@Flax]You my friend are the definition of serendipity. I have never seen as many talented people with nothing to do. And I know plenty of people that need things done. Take the music man here. I could have doubled my take in Cali last month with this guy around. How're the Ladies over there doing? they miss me already don't they?>>
Max doesn't fail to keep his conversation with Tristan going in all of this,"So what are you into Tristan, dancing,urban brawl, cars? you strike me as a car guy. "
Bongo has certainly kicked it up a notch.
Max felt the groove sinking into his mind like a lovers breath in his ear. But the buzz of coke jerked his brain again and he pulled back into the moment. He noticed the same could not be said for the general population. The frothy swells of the crowd swam into one slow wave. He looked to the Table he had recently left to see their reaction while he typed into the comm in his lap,
<<[@Flax]You my friend are the definition of serendipity. I have never seen as many talented people with nothing to do. And I know plenty of people that need things done. Take the music man here. I could have doubled my take in Cali last month with this guy around. How're the Ladies over there doing? they miss me already don't they?>>
Max doesn't fail to keep his conversation with Tristan going in all of this,"So what are you into Tristan, dancing,urban brawl, cars? you strike me as a car guy. "
OOC: Swamped this week, but I'll be able to post next week. Please carry on without Flax for now.
OOC: Same, doing all that packing and moving stuff to storage. and Pyro's a bit paranoid as you noticed.
12:46 "Ion Eyes" Dance Club, Downtown Seattle
Tristan shakes off the effects of the hypnotic performance, although he has to admit to himself, it's only because he was forewarned. He wonders what Bongo's motivation is. The man seems relatively guileless (although that's part of his own act, so he doesn't take that appearance at face value). But he might be using this perfomance to figuratively mark his territory. He keeps a watchful eye on the table with the two women sitting at it, to see how they react. If the situation gets ugly, the last thing he wants is to be stuck in the middle of a magic duel.
He has met people like Max before - the wheeler dealers who are always multitasking. Mollie falls into that category, too...
The cheapie commlink he is tapping into doesn't seem to fit the rest of the man's persona, though. He files the observation away for later - little incongruities like that often make sense later, when he has more complete information.
That last comment. A subtle hint about his previous work for Hyundai? Or maybe he's being a bit paranoid. Best to keep his reply equally ambiguous.
"Yeah, nothing like being behind the wheel. I miss the company limo, and all the amenities, but I like my tricked-out bike better. Just me and the road, now. I like the club scene, making connections. Never got into urban brawl, though. Violence shouldn't be flashy. It should get right to the point, and be done."
Tristan still seems amiably relaxed. His aura shows more wariness, but no fear or signs of imminent violence, at least not yet.
Tristan shakes off the effects of the hypnotic performance, although he has to admit to himself, it's only because he was forewarned. He wonders what Bongo's motivation is. The man seems relatively guileless (although that's part of his own act, so he doesn't take that appearance at face value). But he might be using this perfomance to figuratively mark his territory. He keeps a watchful eye on the table with the two women sitting at it, to see how they react. If the situation gets ugly, the last thing he wants is to be stuck in the middle of a magic duel.
He has met people like Max before - the wheeler dealers who are always multitasking. Mollie falls into that category, too...
The cheapie commlink he is tapping into doesn't seem to fit the rest of the man's persona, though. He files the observation away for later - little incongruities like that often make sense later, when he has more complete information.
That last comment. A subtle hint about his previous work for Hyundai? Or maybe he's being a bit paranoid. Best to keep his reply equally ambiguous.
"Yeah, nothing like being behind the wheel. I miss the company limo, and all the amenities, but I like my tricked-out bike better. Just me and the road, now. I like the club scene, making connections. Never got into urban brawl, though. Violence shouldn't be flashy. It should get right to the point, and be done."
Tristan still seems amiably relaxed. His aura shows more wariness, but no fear or signs of imminent violence, at least not yet.
12:49 "Ion Eyes" Dance Club, Downtown Seattle
This guy is a cold pro. I drop a hint about his past and he takes it in stride, no flinch, no anger. And he throws it right back, an unspoken conversation. So where do we go from here Maxi?
Max looks Tristan square, to make sure he's coming along. A slight glimmer of boyish mischief sparkles in Max's face,"I love Bikes man, the wind, the rush, that engine growling between your legs. For some of the circles I run in though, A bike just won't do. Sometimes you gotta let 'em know you got people working for you from jumpstreet, you know what I mean? some parties, you can't get past the front gate without an entourage." Max runs a quick finger under his nose with a sniff and strokes his chin with a thumb and forefinger,"Infact, I just so happen to have such a party coming up, you interested in getting back into a Limo?"
Max's hand sent an order for another vodka and Buzz and decided to send a drink to the lone mage he had yet to talk to. He sent an invitation to join him with the beverage.
This guy is a cold pro. I drop a hint about his past and he takes it in stride, no flinch, no anger. And he throws it right back, an unspoken conversation. So where do we go from here Maxi?
Max looks Tristan square, to make sure he's coming along. A slight glimmer of boyish mischief sparkles in Max's face,"I love Bikes man, the wind, the rush, that engine growling between your legs. For some of the circles I run in though, A bike just won't do. Sometimes you gotta let 'em know you got people working for you from jumpstreet, you know what I mean? some parties, you can't get past the front gate without an entourage." Max runs a quick finger under his nose with a sniff and strokes his chin with a thumb and forefinger,"Infact, I just so happen to have such a party coming up, you interested in getting back into a Limo?"
Max's hand sent an order for another vodka and Buzz and decided to send a drink to the lone mage he had yet to talk to. He sent an invitation to join him with the beverage.
12:50 "Ion Eyes" Dance Club, Downtown Seattle
The song ends... the crowd goes wild for the band. The band stares at their drummer. The drummer gapes at Bongo. Bongo slides past the still-grooving security guard and heads towards his table. And he stops in the middle of the floor. He looks around, at his table, at the woman by the bar, at the guy hovering near the booth, and at the ladies in the booth. Though the crowd has no idea, all the standouts know what just happened, and their auras are twitching like a cat's tail with a mouse in sight. Despite being used to drawing attention with his performance, Bongo does not like the feel of being that mouse.
"This is the moment, then, Mouse-boy. Tweak the elephant's tail." Bongo strides towards the back booth, displaying more confidence than he feels. When he approaches, he introduces himself, and then speaks to Dana, the one Lucretia said owned the bar.
"Good evening, ladies. Please forgive my intrusion. There is an elephant in the room, and I really would like us all to stop ignoring it. My name is Bongo Slade." He opens an AR calling card for the women at the table. "I'm new in town and looking for work. You've seen some of what I can do. I am a firm believer in capitalizing on the opportunities chance places in our path. There is an amazing confluence of people in this room who have talents that could work marvelously together if only they were given the opportunity to meet. It's pretty clear to me we all are here for our own reasons, and not to prey on any one of us." He smiles at Pyro, and shifts his gaze to the others in the room, returning to the owner. "Ms. Dana, I will happily donate an evening's performance for a party of your choice if you would invite all of us together at one table. I would love to see what synergy develops. Would you be willing to do that?"
The song ends... the crowd goes wild for the band. The band stares at their drummer. The drummer gapes at Bongo. Bongo slides past the still-grooving security guard and heads towards his table. And he stops in the middle of the floor. He looks around, at his table, at the woman by the bar, at the guy hovering near the booth, and at the ladies in the booth. Though the crowd has no idea, all the standouts know what just happened, and their auras are twitching like a cat's tail with a mouse in sight. Despite being used to drawing attention with his performance, Bongo does not like the feel of being that mouse.
"This is the moment, then, Mouse-boy. Tweak the elephant's tail." Bongo strides towards the back booth, displaying more confidence than he feels. When he approaches, he introduces himself, and then speaks to Dana, the one Lucretia said owned the bar.
"Good evening, ladies. Please forgive my intrusion. There is an elephant in the room, and I really would like us all to stop ignoring it. My name is Bongo Slade." He opens an AR calling card for the women at the table. "I'm new in town and looking for work. You've seen some of what I can do. I am a firm believer in capitalizing on the opportunities chance places in our path. There is an amazing confluence of people in this room who have talents that could work marvelously together if only they were given the opportunity to meet. It's pretty clear to me we all are here for our own reasons, and not to prey on any one of us." He smiles at Pyro, and shifts his gaze to the others in the room, returning to the owner. "Ms. Dana, I will happily donate an evening's performance for a party of your choice if you would invite all of us together at one table. I would love to see what synergy develops. Would you be willing to do that?"
12:50 "Ion Eyes" Dance Club, Downtown Seattle
Tristan grins, a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, which show a hint of his mind at work, running all of the angles.
"I've been to those kind of parties. Alas, usually as the designated driver. But that's my role in life, I guess, bailing out my buds when they get in a bit too deep."
His smile quirks slightly. "Too much... I think I strangled the car metaphor to death... but yeah, I'm definitely interested in getting together with some of the other local talent here."
Tristan looks thoughtful when Bongo pauses mid-floor, after his dance set, before heading over to the table with the two women. It should be interesting how that plays out. Definitely some unusual opportunities tonight, but Bongo's targets might be a bit too skittish to pursue them in this public venue.
Tristan grins, a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, which show a hint of his mind at work, running all of the angles.
"I've been to those kind of parties. Alas, usually as the designated driver. But that's my role in life, I guess, bailing out my buds when they get in a bit too deep."
His smile quirks slightly. "Too much... I think I strangled the car metaphor to death... but yeah, I'm definitely interested in getting together with some of the other local talent here."
Tristan looks thoughtful when Bongo pauses mid-floor, after his dance set, before heading over to the table with the two women. It should be interesting how that plays out. Definitely some unusual opportunities tonight, but Bongo's targets might be a bit too skittish to pursue them in this public venue.
So, how are we doing?
You back up to Snuff raven?
You back up to Snuff raven?
I'm waiting for SleepIncarnate to have Dana either accept the invitation or tell Bongo to piss off. We're in your hands, Living Dream.
Sorry I been quiet guys, just got here Sunday (still stateside for training at the moment) so with all the inprocessing and mix up with our rental cars and what have you, not had more than an hour or two to myself in the evenings before bed and by then I'm too tired to do anything, so will try to get something up tonight after classes.
12:50 "Ion Eyes" Dance Club, Downtown Seattle
Dana looks down at Slade, even while sitting, and does not look amused. "If this is your poor attempt to get some work, it backfired. Rather than piquing my interest, you've made a fool of yourself, and you draw all the wrong kinds of attention to yourself. I don't do business with amateurs, go away." And as she continues to look down her nose, he gets the impression that that brushing off was her being nice.
Dana looks down at Slade, even while sitting, and does not look amused. "If this is your poor attempt to get some work, it backfired. Rather than piquing my interest, you've made a fool of yourself, and you draw all the wrong kinds of attention to yourself. I don't do business with amateurs, go away." And as she continues to look down her nose, he gets the impression that that brushing off was her being nice.
12:51 "Ion Eyes" Dance Club, downtown Seattle
The trepidation of a moment ago dissolves and Bongo feels the thrill and confidence that comes from being right. That is to say, he isn't out on his ear already. She is angry, but still talking.
"Dear lady. If by 'amateur' you mean the original sense, then indeed I am one who loves his work. If you take the modern usage, then surely you don't mean my music. You will not find a better percussionist in the country, much less this small town. I suspect you mean something else. But let's examine that for a moment.
"No one in this room perceived what I did except the people I wanted to see me, namely you and the others of whom I have spoken. Your packed-like-sardines crowd thinks the band got good all of a sudden. They will be disappointed when they hear more, and will be far more aware of the band's deficiencies than they were half an hour ago. Word will spread, and the fortunes of this establishment will depend on you providing music that at least tries to live up to the promise of that one performance. My offer still stands, one night here in this place if you like, and I and the musicians I select will seal Ion Eyes' reputation as hot and cool.
"All I ask in return is that you provide a quiet place where tonight's serendipity can flower. Give us all a room to meet, talk and capitalize on the circumstance of our presence together tonight. I would not presume to ask you for work like this, but given that my bumptious stranger act drew from you an admission that you are indeed in that 'other business', I would be happy to invite you as well, for I sense that opportunity is not something from which you shy away, either.
"What do you say? One night of the best music in Seattle, music that will make Ion Eyes the envy of all your competition, as payment for a meeting place tonight."
The trepidation of a moment ago dissolves and Bongo feels the thrill and confidence that comes from being right. That is to say, he isn't out on his ear already. She is angry, but still talking.
"Dear lady. If by 'amateur' you mean the original sense, then indeed I am one who loves his work. If you take the modern usage, then surely you don't mean my music. You will not find a better percussionist in the country, much less this small town. I suspect you mean something else. But let's examine that for a moment.
"No one in this room perceived what I did except the people I wanted to see me, namely you and the others of whom I have spoken. Your packed-like-sardines crowd thinks the band got good all of a sudden. They will be disappointed when they hear more, and will be far more aware of the band's deficiencies than they were half an hour ago. Word will spread, and the fortunes of this establishment will depend on you providing music that at least tries to live up to the promise of that one performance. My offer still stands, one night here in this place if you like, and I and the musicians I select will seal Ion Eyes' reputation as hot and cool.
"All I ask in return is that you provide a quiet place where tonight's serendipity can flower. Give us all a room to meet, talk and capitalize on the circumstance of our presence together tonight. I would not presume to ask you for work like this, but given that my bumptious stranger act drew from you an admission that you are indeed in that 'other business', I would be happy to invite you as well, for I sense that opportunity is not something from which you shy away, either.
"What do you say? One night of the best music in Seattle, music that will make Ion Eyes the envy of all your competition, as payment for a meeting place tonight."
[OOC: Internet access spotty for next two days.]
12:52 "Ion Eyes" Dance Club, Downtown Seattle
Max joins Tristan in watching Bongo approach the two women at the VIP table. From Flax's lack of response on the comm, he must be listening to the same situation. The girls' body language seems as guarded as ever, but as the conversation progresses, there seems to be some consideration seeping in. Max idly crunches the numbers on buying out this club. It would take some serious work, but the return might be worth it.
Talking to Tristan,"Can you hear what they're saying over there?"
Max joins Tristan in watching Bongo approach the two women at the VIP table. From Flax's lack of response on the comm, he must be listening to the same situation. The girls' body language seems as guarded as ever, but as the conversation progresses, there seems to be some consideration seeping in. Max idly crunches the numbers on buying out this club. It would take some serious work, but the return might be worth it.
Talking to Tristan,"Can you hear what they're saying over there?"
12:52 "Ion Eyes" Dance Club, Downtown Seattle
Tristan shakes his head ruefully. "No, too much background noise. Next time I upgrade my ears, I need to get some sound filtering. From zooming in on the faces, though, looks like he's having a tough sell."
He shrugs. "If they don't want to deal themselves in, their loss. A bit of paranoia is a good thing, but sometimes you have to take chances when opportunity knocks. Connections are everything."
Tristan shakes his head ruefully. "No, too much background noise. Next time I upgrade my ears, I need to get some sound filtering. From zooming in on the faces, though, looks like he's having a tough sell."
He shrugs. "If they don't want to deal themselves in, their loss. A bit of paranoia is a good thing, but sometimes you have to take chances when opportunity knocks. Connections are everything."
[ok, Its been 3 weeks since Rave-O has been on this site, and a month since his last post in here. I'm not real sure what my point is, I guess its my bi-weekly declaration that this game isn't really happening. Don't get me wrong, this is pretty cool stuff we got going on, but it kinda lacks direction. just a thought, I'll keep posting anyway]
[I figure we're OK until we finally sit around a table together, get to meet each other, and try to figure out what to do as a team. We can always make up a run for ourselves! Hell, we seem to be good at setting ourselves up for a smack-down by Dana. (That's not a suggestion, SleepIncarnate.) And those at the nightclub have earned 4 Karma already!]
OOC: FYI, I will be barely here for the next week or so. We're bout 3 or days behind in training so they're trying to catch us up and it's been 10-12 hour work days for a bit now, and prolly gonna continue for a bit till we're caught up, weather permitting (we can't fly in lightning conditions). I barely have enough time outside of work for showers, workouts, food, sleep, etc atm, so hopefully in a few days to a week will slow back down.
[OOC: I figured training was doing it to you. Hmmm... Dana is your contact isn't she? Any problem with someone else taking her over for this encounter?]
OOC: Not too big of a problem, I can still pop in and read while I have breakfast and the like, so can correct if you go too far off from who she is. But to give a basic idea, she's a former runner (mixed cyber/bio street sam to be specific) who made enough money and had accomplished her goals that she could step out of the shadows a bit, buy some clubs, and become a fixer in her own right.
[OOC: Well, my play of Bongo was directed towards getting the PCs all together in one room. I think Dana might be interested in the business offer he made. The pay for a top notch band for a night way exceeds the rent of a room, so I think it would be a good deal for her. Let me take a shot at a dialogue between the two to seal the negotiation, and then we can have a room to which all can be invited. I will do my best to play her in the spirit you have presented so far.
This will get us closer to being ready for when ravensoracle returns. I have no idea who or what ravensoracle was planning to have meet us, but probably he could work Dana as a go-between to get us together with Mr. Johnson.]
This will get us closer to being ready for when ravensoracle returns. I have no idea who or what ravensoracle was planning to have meet us, but probably he could work Dana as a go-between to get us together with Mr. Johnson.]
12:52 "Ion Eyes" Dance Club, downtown Seattle
Dana mulled for a moment over the gall of this kid. Should she gut him here, or have it done where it won't wreck her business? "Are you threatening my club business, here, punk?"
Bongo smiled. "Not dead yet! This is good." "Nope. I'm just making an observation, and a business offer. You stand to profit handsomely from this simple deal. There is no down side for you."
Dana drummed her fingers on the table as she thought this through. She glanced at Pyro who seemed to be torn between amusement at Dana's confusion, and pique at Bongo's intrusion. "Typical. Alright. Let's see where this kid's cojones lead tonight."
"Sure. I will have a room ready in an hour for your meeting. Staff will come and get you when it is ready. I will check my schedule and have a date for you by then. No negotiation on the performance date, but you will have at least two weeks to get your band together. If I don't like the performance, you won't like the aftershow. Deal?"
Bongo's smile spread from ear to ear. "Deal. I will assemble my new-found associates. Of course, the two of you are invited to this meeting." Bongo bows to each of the women separately, and heads back to his table. "Good news, chummers. We have a private room in an hour to get together. Max, you wanna invite your friend with the commlink? I'll ask the lady by the bar."
Bongo wanders over to the bar beside Kit. As he waves down the bartender, he casually leans over to Kit. "If you have the time and inclination, I have arranged a meeting in an hour for all of us floating around this club to meet and explore possibilities for mutual profit. I hope you can attend. If you can, please feel welcome to join me at my table beforehand."
Bongo waits for a response, and orders a round of drinks for his table thinking, "This better pay off, the bar tab is growing." Then he returns to his table.
Dana mulled for a moment over the gall of this kid. Should she gut him here, or have it done where it won't wreck her business? "Are you threatening my club business, here, punk?"
Bongo smiled. "Not dead yet! This is good." "Nope. I'm just making an observation, and a business offer. You stand to profit handsomely from this simple deal. There is no down side for you."
Dana drummed her fingers on the table as she thought this through. She glanced at Pyro who seemed to be torn between amusement at Dana's confusion, and pique at Bongo's intrusion. "Typical. Alright. Let's see where this kid's cojones lead tonight."
"Sure. I will have a room ready in an hour for your meeting. Staff will come and get you when it is ready. I will check my schedule and have a date for you by then. No negotiation on the performance date, but you will have at least two weeks to get your band together. If I don't like the performance, you won't like the aftershow. Deal?"
Bongo's smile spread from ear to ear. "Deal. I will assemble my new-found associates. Of course, the two of you are invited to this meeting." Bongo bows to each of the women separately, and heads back to his table. "Good news, chummers. We have a private room in an hour to get together. Max, you wanna invite your friend with the commlink? I'll ask the lady by the bar."
Bongo wanders over to the bar beside Kit. As he waves down the bartender, he casually leans over to Kit. "If you have the time and inclination, I have arranged a meeting in an hour for all of us floating around this club to meet and explore possibilities for mutual profit. I hope you can attend. If you can, please feel welcome to join me at my table beforehand."
Bongo waits for a response, and orders a round of drinks for his table thinking, "This better pay off, the bar tab is growing." Then he returns to his table.
12:55 "Ion Eyes" Dance Club, downtown Seattle
He noticed the commlink, I guess it does clash with the suit a bit,"You don't miss a beat do you Bongo? I'll extend the invitation. Oh, and don't think I didn't loosen those ladies up for you hot shot " Max grinned over his drink.
He noticed the commlink, I guess it does clash with the suit a bit,"You don't miss a beat do you Bongo? I'll extend the invitation. Oh, and don't think I didn't loosen those ladies up for you hot shot " Max grinned over his drink.
12:55 "Ion Eyes" Dance Club, downtown Seattle
Bongo chuckles at Max's joke. " I don't miss the beat... I make it. However the setup came to be, it looks like we are in for an interesting meeting."
He sends a message to his agent/fixer. <<@ Joe Coole: Hoy, Joe. I need some musical talent in a couple of weeks. Got a gig at Ion Eyes coming up. Yeah, yeah.. you'll get your cut... 10% of all zero nuyen they pay me. Better still, though, if this works out I will set you up as an agent for the Toronto crowd here in Seattle, through the club. Work it right and you may finally get that 'talent channel' you've been dreaming about. Can you track down Cecilia, Cleanhead and Myron? I'm pulling out all the stops here.>>
Bongo chuckles at Max's joke. " I don't miss the beat... I make it. However the setup came to be, it looks like we are in for an interesting meeting."
He sends a message to his agent/fixer. <<@ Joe Coole: Hoy, Joe. I need some musical talent in a couple of weeks. Got a gig at Ion Eyes coming up. Yeah, yeah.. you'll get your cut... 10% of all zero nuyen they pay me. Better still, though, if this works out I will set you up as an agent for the Toronto crowd here in Seattle, through the club. Work it right and you may finally get that 'talent channel' you've been dreaming about. Can you track down Cecilia, Cleanhead and Myron? I'm pulling out all the stops here.>>
12:56 "Ion Eyes" Dance Club, downtown Seattle
Bongo sits back and watches the room to see what happens.
Bongo sits back and watches the room to see what happens.
12:57 "Ion Eyes" Dance Club, downtown Seattle
Max excuses hiself from Tristan and makes his way to the bar for a fresh glass on his way to the back room. this was more an excuse to use his own commlink. He shoots off a message to Sam, the Johnson he knows from Aztechnologies,
<<I've got a line on some magical talent looking to work. trying to strike while the Iron is hot>>
Max moved on to Join Bongo in the Private room, he made some Idle chit-chat as he waited to see if there were more takers,"Any Idea how the privacy is in here?"
Max excuses hiself from Tristan and makes his way to the bar for a fresh glass on his way to the back room. this was more an excuse to use his own commlink. He shoots off a message to Sam, the Johnson he knows from Aztechnologies,
<<I've got a line on some magical talent looking to work. trying to strike while the Iron is hot>>
Max moved on to Join Bongo in the Private room, he made some Idle chit-chat as he waited to see if there were more takers,"Any Idea how the privacy is in here?"
01:45 "Ion Eyes" Dance Club, Downtown Seattle
As the hour wait time set by Dana wore down, movement began among the players in the room. The lady by the bar seemed to meet someone for a few minutes, then was alone again. Bongo decided to move on to the quiet room and wait for events to happen. There was a large, large man standing by the door, who indicated entry with a nod of his head.
A few minutes later, Max came in, and wondered about the security in the room. "Seems like a good spread of barriers and impediments for snooping," Bongo replied. "There is a object in the light at the center of the ceiling that looks like it could be an anchor for a ward. Non ward is up right now. There are white noise generators spread throughout. I don't know about commlink communication, but there is a discreet panel in the wall over there, which might have radio interference controls."
As the hour wait time set by Dana wore down, movement began among the players in the room. The lady by the bar seemed to meet someone for a few minutes, then was alone again. Bongo decided to move on to the quiet room and wait for events to happen. There was a large, large man standing by the door, who indicated entry with a nod of his head.
A few minutes later, Max came in, and wondered about the security in the room. "Seems like a good spread of barriers and impediments for snooping," Bongo replied. "There is a object in the light at the center of the ceiling that looks like it could be an anchor for a ward. Non ward is up right now. There are white noise generators spread throughout. I don't know about commlink communication, but there is a discreet panel in the wall over there, which might have radio interference controls."
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Tristan, casually wandering in to the room a few moments behind Max, nods at the run-down on the room's security features. About what he expected. It should be interesting when everyone gets in here. Max is an entertaining extrovert, but after an hour of chat and small talk, Tristan is ready for some less oblique conversation.
Have to see how this goes. If nothing else, I'll get some commcodes from some awakened talent, which can open up lots of opportunities. Still, I'm not sure I like the power dynamics here. Why did everyone approach that woman like supplicants? This will take careful handling. Especially since I don't know these people, and some of them, Max and that guy who staged the accident, at least, seem to know me.
"Nice. Looks like we're well protected from any outside snooping." Tristan seems as guilelessly innocent as always, but apparently he doesn't completely trust their benefactress.
Tristan, casually wandering in to the room a few moments behind Max, nods at the run-down on the room's security features. About what he expected. It should be interesting when everyone gets in here. Max is an entertaining extrovert, but after an hour of chat and small talk, Tristan is ready for some less oblique conversation.
Have to see how this goes. If nothing else, I'll get some commcodes from some awakened talent, which can open up lots of opportunities. Still, I'm not sure I like the power dynamics here. Why did everyone approach that woman like supplicants? This will take careful handling. Especially since I don't know these people, and some of them, Max and that guy who staged the accident, at least, seem to know me.
"Nice. Looks like we're well protected from any outside snooping." Tristan seems as guilelessly innocent as always, but apparently he doesn't completely trust their benefactress.
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"Good point, Tristan. Of course, that's one of the reasons I invited her, too. Better to watch her watching us, as it were. We'll see if she shows up.
"I also thought it might be useful to have a fixer of some sort here in Seattle. I'm new and don't have a solid contact in that respect. Some of you might, I don't know. If she declines, or turns out not to be suitable, no harm done. As far as her attitude goes, Ive dealt with club owners before. No big deal... let them think they run the show. Clubs come and go, but the music stays."
"Good point, Tristan. Of course, that's one of the reasons I invited her, too. Better to watch her watching us, as it were. We'll see if she shows up.
"I also thought it might be useful to have a fixer of some sort here in Seattle. I'm new and don't have a solid contact in that respect. Some of you might, I don't know. If she declines, or turns out not to be suitable, no harm done. As far as her attitude goes, Ive dealt with club owners before. No big deal... let them think they run the show. Clubs come and go, but the music stays."
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"Clubs come and go, but runners either die young or linger on forever. Which are you?" This last spoken by Dana as she and Pyro enter the room. Pyro remained quiet, looking everyone over.
"Clubs come and go, but runners either die young or linger on forever. Which are you?" This last spoken by Dana as she and Pyro enter the room. Pyro remained quiet, looking everyone over.
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Bongo laughs. "I enjoy life and value it. No chance to do what I want to do if I'm dead. And helping keep my associates alive is not only the right thing to do, it makes good business sense."
[OOC: My connection will be spotty for the next few days to a week, so don't think I've abandoned you. Glad to see a few other voices chiming back in. Keep it going while I am travelling across the continent.]
Bongo laughs. "I enjoy life and value it. No chance to do what I want to do if I'm dead. And helping keep my associates alive is not only the right thing to do, it makes good business sense."
[OOC: My connection will be spotty for the next few days to a week, so don't think I've abandoned you. Glad to see a few other voices chiming back in. Keep it going while I am travelling across the continent.]
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Tristan nods respectfully as the two women enter the room. He watches the interplay between Dana and Bongo with what seems to be faint nervousness, although actually he is carefully analyzing the emerging power dynamics in the room. His own approach tends to be to seem nonthreatening and bide his time.
It often works even on people who know better - which is good, considering the "accident" that showed those in the know how wired he really is. And considering that some of these people are probably scanning him astrally.
When Dana's intense gaze moves from Bongo to him, he smiles slightly self-deprecatingly. "Too soon to really tell for me, I suppose. I've avoided any serious missteps so far, though."
To Pyro, unobtrusively behind Dana a bit, Tristan doesn't seem threatening at all. A young ork, with wavy, slightly unruly hair and wide hazel eyes, with a half-unbuttoned shirt - and if he's hiding a gun, it isn't in those jeans. He would seem to be a typical pretty boy, if it were not for that uncanny catch of that flying drink earlier. Astrally, though, he might be another story...
Tristan nods respectfully as the two women enter the room. He watches the interplay between Dana and Bongo with what seems to be faint nervousness, although actually he is carefully analyzing the emerging power dynamics in the room. His own approach tends to be to seem nonthreatening and bide his time.
It often works even on people who know better - which is good, considering the "accident" that showed those in the know how wired he really is. And considering that some of these people are probably scanning him astrally.
When Dana's intense gaze moves from Bongo to him, he smiles slightly self-deprecatingly. "Too soon to really tell for me, I suppose. I've avoided any serious missteps so far, though."
To Pyro, unobtrusively behind Dana a bit, Tristan doesn't seem threatening at all. A young ork, with wavy, slightly unruly hair and wide hazel eyes, with a half-unbuttoned shirt - and if he's hiding a gun, it isn't in those jeans. He would seem to be a typical pretty boy, if it were not for that uncanny catch of that flying drink earlier. Astrally, though, he might be another story...
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Max was reveling in the social swashbuckling of the evening. As Dana and her fiery friend entered the room, Max beamed his pearly whites,"Ladies, I am a survivor at heart. It's just masked by the fact that I am really, really good at it. "
Max was reveling in the social swashbuckling of the evening. As Dana and her fiery friend entered the room, Max beamed his pearly whites,"Ladies, I am a survivor at heart. It's just masked by the fact that I am really, really good at it. "
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Pyro spoke up, for the first time any of them heard her voice. It was soft, seeming quiet and demure almost, except for the firmness behind it. More surprisingly was the Irish accent coming from this small Japanese woman. "Survivors don't draw attention to themselves unless they're already dying and trying to get help. Think on that." And with that she slipped further into the room, sitting on a table on the side, back to the wall, and began playing with her hair a little as she listened quietly.
Dana nodded at what Pyro had said and then looked about. "Is this all of you? If not, go get them now, because once this door closes, we're not opening it again until this meeting is done."
Pyro spoke up, for the first time any of them heard her voice. It was soft, seeming quiet and demure almost, except for the firmness behind it. More surprisingly was the Irish accent coming from this small Japanese woman. "Survivors don't draw attention to themselves unless they're already dying and trying to get help. Think on that." And with that she slipped further into the room, sitting on a table on the side, back to the wall, and began playing with her hair a little as she listened quietly.
Dana nodded at what Pyro had said and then looked about. "Is this all of you? If not, go get them now, because once this door closes, we're not opening it again until this meeting is done."
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Bongo shrugged. "I told everyone who stood out. Now it's a matter of who is interested and available. Anybody not here by 02:00 is out of luck."
Bongo shrugged. "I told everyone who stood out. Now it's a matter of who is interested and available. Anybody not here by 02:00 is out of luck."
OOC: Anyone else still here?
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