Shadowrun
Shadowrun Play => Play-by-Post => Topic started by: Csjarrat on <06-19-14/1157:48>
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This is the IC thread for my other UK game; Northern Soul
Please make sure you use a colour scheme (or notation scheme if colour blind) to denote your actions in-game.
I use:
For character speech
For character though
\\Matrix Speech or actions//
For astral speech
and black for narrative.
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Characters:
Freerunner as Nathaniel Black aka "Gryphon"
att:b magic:a mystic adept-shamanic skills:c race:d elf 0 res:e
b 3, a 7, r 3, s 2, w 3, i 5, l 1, c 7
edge 1, essence 6, magic 6
composure: 10, judge intentions: 12,
lifting/carrying: 5, memory: 4
phys: 4(5) mental: 4 social: 8
Phys track: 10 stun track : 10 overflow : 3
armour: 14/16 with helmet , soak dice pool: 17
Defence dice pool: 13 movement rate: 14/28
init: 7+1d6 (12+3d6 4 hits increase reflexes sustained through improved concentration)
skills 10 magic points + 28/2 ;
spellcasting 6 (12dp), counterspelling 5, longarms 5 (12dp), con 4 (11dp), outdoors (survival, navigation, tracking) sg 2 (9dp), perception 5 (10dp), sneaking 3 (10dp), unarmed combat 6 (13dp), summoning 4 (10dp)
spells 10:
increase reflexes / physical / touch / sustained / force
heal / mana / touch / permanent / force - 4
increase charisma / physical / touch / sustained / force-3
mind probe / mana / touch / sustained / force
improved invisibility/ physical / los / sustained / force-1
physical mask / physical / sustained / touch / force-1
levitate / physical / sustained / los / force-2
Clout / indirect / stun / physical / instant / los / force-3
ball lightning / physical / instant / los / force-1
control thoughts / Mana / sustained / los / force-1
karma 34: 6pp (30), 4 resources
+ve qualities: improved concentration 4 (16),
-ve qualities (25): allergy moderate ( uncommon platinum (2), corporate sin (15)
knowledge+language skills (int+log) x 2; 12:
sperethiel 4, small unit tactics 4, magical theory 4
adept skills 6pp: improved accuracy - longarms .25pp, combat sense level 6 3pp, improved potential - physical limit .5pp, nerve strike (stolen souls) 1pp, attribute boost agility .25pp, mystic armour 2 1pp
contacts; fixer 6/1, talismonger 6/1, police detective shaman 3/4
gear 14000:
Springfield m1a sporting rifle, 60 s+s ammo 3 clips, 100 regular ammo 5 clips, shock gloves, trodes (in wig), Ares victory globetrotter armour jacket, Sony emperor comlink, fake sin rating 2, fake firearms licence rating 2, fake magic use licence rating 2, contact lens with image link and flare compensation, flash bang grenade, thermal smoke grenade, flash pak, helmet, 3 silver cred sticks, 1 month low lifestyle
Springfield m1a; acc 7/dam12p(10s)/ap-1(-5)/sa/ammo 20c
Shock gloves; acc phys(5)/dam8Se/ap-5/10charges
Ares victory globetrotter; 12 / holster / 4 nonconductivity
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Taejix as:
Name: Roundabout (Matt Lucas)
Metatype: Human
Background: Matt's old man was not an honest man. Far from it, the old ork made his living smuggling. He was a pretty decent dad though, tried his best to give Matt a good life after his mum, some fancy elf slumming it, decided she didn't want anything to do with the kid. He did a decent job of it too, even got him into a decent university after pulling a few strings. He wasn't the best when it came to saving his money though, and his retirement fund's been raided enough times to be fairly scant now that the old codger's finally started going senile.
So Matt's moved back in with the old man, to help take care of him. There's bills to pay though and Matt inherited a strong stubborn streak. He won't be selling his soul to some megacorp or syndicate, just to make ends meet. He's been talking to some of his da's old drinking buddies, looking for work that pays. A fancy case, done up right is enough to pass for a decker ('cos like hell is he telling anyone why his degree is in bloody Resonance Theory, hell, let's just not mention the degree, okay). The money ain't great, but it doesn't come with so many strings attached and that suits Matt just fine. His dad did alright by him, so he'll do alright by his da.
Karma: 50/50
-Focused Concentration 16
-Reaction 2 10
-Strength 2 10
-Nuyen +20,000 10
-Complex Forms +1 4
Body: 3
Agility: 3
Reaction: 2
Strength: 2
Charisma: 4
Intuition: 5
Logic: 6
Willpower: 5
Edge: 2
Essence: 6
Magic: -
Resonance: 6
Initiative: 7 + 1d6
AR Initiative: 7 + 1d6
VR Initiative: 10 + 3d6/4d6
Mental Limit: 8
Physical Limit: 3
Social Limit: 7
Armour: 7 OR 14
Physical Condition: 10
Stun Condition: 11
Overflow: 3
Qualities:
-Focused Concentration (Rating 4)
-Allergy (Pollen, Mild)
-Codeblock (Set Data Bomb)
-Dependents (The Old Man, 6 Karma)
Active Skills:
-Cracking Skill Group 6
-Influence Skill Group 4
-Compiling 6
-Computer 6
-Con 6
-Hardware 4
-Perception 5
-Pistols 3 (Tasers +2)
-Registering 6
-Sneaking 5
-Software 6
Knowledge Skills:
-Corporations 1 (Street)
-Fixers 1 (Street)
-Matrix Architecture 4 (Academic)
-Neuroscience 2 (Academic)
-Resonance Theory 6 (Academic)
-Smugglers 1 (Street)
-Sprawl Life 3 (Street)
-Technomancers 1 (Street)
Language Skills:
-English N
-French 1
Living Persona:
-Attack 4
-Data Processing 6
-Device Rating 6
-Firewall 5
-Sleaze 5
Complex Forms:
-Cleaner
-Diffusion of Firewall
Gear:
-Defiance EX Shocker
|-Internal Smartlink
|-Hidden Arm Slide
|-40 Taser Darts
|-4 Spare Clips
-Armour Jacket
-Helmet
-Vashon Island Ace of Clubs
-Glasses (Rating 3)
|-Image Link
|-Smartlink
|-Vision Enhancement (Rating 1)
-Earbuds (Rating 1)
|-Audio Enhancement (Rating 1)
-Transys Avalon Commlink (Rating 6)
-Micro-Tranceiver
-Trodes
-Data Tap
-Fake SIN (Rating 4)
-Low Lifestyle (1 Month)
-Respirator (Rating 6)
-Medkit (Rating 3)
|-Medkit Supplies x2
-Stim Patch (Rating 6) x2
-745 Nuyen
Weapons:
-Unarmed, 2 Dice, Accuracy 4, Reach -, Damage 2S, AP -
-Defiance EX Shocker, 8 (9) Dice, Accuracy 6, Damage 9S(e), AP -5, Mode SS, RC -, Ammo 4(m)
Contacts:
-Fixer 4/3
-Smuggler 2/3
Priorities:
-A: Skills
-B: Attributes
-C: Resonance
-D: Metatype
-E: Resources
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And Griffalo as: Flash Henry
METATYPE: HUMAN
B 3, A 4, R 4/6, S 2, W 3, L 3, I 3, C 6, ESS 4.9, EDG 5
Condition Monitor (P/S): 10 / 10
Armor: 12
Limits: Physical 5, Mental 4, Social 9
Physical Initiative: 7/9+1D6
Active Skills: Animal Handling 2 (Riding +2), Clubs 6 (Batons +2), Computer 2 (Data Search +2), Con 6 (Fast Talking +2), Forgery 4 (False ID +2), Gymnastics 2, Hardware 2, Impersonation 5, Influence Group 6, Intimidation 6, Locksmith 3 (Maglock +2), Perception 3, Pilot Ground Craft 2 (Wheeled +2), Stealth Group 4
Knowledge Skills: Fashion 3, Fine Restaurants 3, Peerage 3
Languages: English N, Sperethiel 3
Qualities: Allergy, Uncommon (Mild): Penicillin, First Impression, SINner (National SIN): Registered birth
Augmentations:
. . Datajack
. . Reaction Enhancers (2)
. . Tailored Pheromones (2)
Vehicles:
. . Ford Americar [Handling 4/3, Speed 3, Accel 2, Body 11, Armor 6, Pilot 1, Sensor 2, Seats 4]
. . Sikorsky-Bell Microskimmer [Handling 3, Speed 3, Accel 1, Body 0, Armor 0, Pilot 3, Sensor 3]
Gear:
. . Assorted clothing
. . Autopicker (6)
. . Berwick Suit
. . Cellular Glove Molder (4)
. . Certified Credstick, Silver
. . Ear buds (3) w/ Select Sound Filter (1), Spatial Recognizer
. . Helmet
. . Identity: Specify Name w/ Fake SIN (4), (1 month) Middle Lifestyle
. . Keycard Copier (6)
. . Lined Coat w/ Chemical Protection (2), Concealable Sheath, Nonconductivity (2)
. . Meta Link Commlink
. . Monocle (4) w/ Image Link, Low Light, Image Enhance R1, Vision Magnification
. . Mortimer Greatcoat w/ Chemical Protection (2)
. . Sequencer (5)
. . Shop, Disguise
. . Subvocal Microphone
. . Tool Kit, Disguise
. . Tool Kit, Forgery
. . Tool Kit, Hardware
. . Transys Avalon Commlink w/ Sim Module
Weapons:
. . Extendable Baton [Club, Reach 1, Acc 5, DV 4P, AP –]
. . Stun Baton [Club, Reach 1, Acc 4, DV 9S(e), AP -5] w/ Internal Battery
Contacts:
Fixer (Connection 4, Loyalty 3)
Yardie Boss (Connection 3, Loyalty 2)
Mr. Johnson (Connection 2, Loyalty 2)
Street Doc (Connection 2, Loyalty 2)
Starting ¥: 955 + (4D6 x 100)¥
Background: Flash Henry hails from Yorkshire - his father is the Earl of Scarborough, as he's fond of telling people. Raised in the privilege of late 21st Century nobility, he received a fine education to prepare him for the duties of the station that would one day be his. His father taught him that a lord solves his disputes with words rather than actions, and it was the only real thing in his fine education that he took to heart. Since that day he's employed his magnetic charisma and stunning good looks to charm, con and seduce all that he could ever want.
His parents cut him off when they found about the Shadowrunning to spare themselves the scandal. He'd taken up running for the thrills, finding his life of idle privilege less and less stimulating as the challenges became less... well, challenging. He's made his own way ever since then, cutting a dash through the Merseysprawl shadows, using his skills to get what he wants - or what his employer wants.
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You'd not been up long on this relatively bright and sunny Sunday morning. A pot of earl grey sat stewing on the kitchen side as you perused the news feed, waiting for the soyprocessor to churn some synth-eggs and bacon out for you.
The home hub system chimed as a message came through on your work link, switching the nearside wall's AR paint to a display of its contents.
<<Message from MR.J>>//Morning Flash, got a new client on board and he needs a team putting together for a job up in Edinburgh next week. Thought I'd give you first refusal? I'm heading through Piccadilly this afternoon if you're interested. Meet in the dog and duck down the road about 3.40. You in?//
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Henry sat in the little breakfast nook of his apartment, reading the Sunday paper as he smoked his cigarettes. He was just in his robe, the tea steeping before him, the heady combination of bergamot and fresh smoke. This was what a lie-in was all about, and there was nothing like the feel of real paper rather than reading through a commlink, even if you did pay through the nose for the privilege.
Of course, work was slow at the moment, so every day for the last two weeks had technically been a lie-in. But he felt slovenly lounging around on a weekday, he'd felt like he had to put the effort in, pull one's socks up and hit the streets. Naturally the one day he allowed himself to relax, the offer for work came in. One that he couldn't pass up without temporarily kissing goodbye to any further physical editions of the Sunday Times.
<<To MR.J>> // Work is always welcome, old sport. I'll be there with bells on. Shall I get your usual? //
He stubbed out his cigarette - cheap, but he'd always smoked them because the white filters made them look classier - and then scrolled his commlink to the contact group he'd got set up for the rest of the gang.
<<Group Message>> // What ho, chaps? The Horned One has just got on the blower re: a little jaunt up to Edinburgh this week. Can I tell him you're in? Will have more details after the meet this avo. //
I am colour blind, but I'll try and cleave to the notations as best as possible - above is the example I'll use for net / comms chat, speech will be in quote marks.
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//Glad to hear it. It'll just be a flying visit as I've got to get a connecting train. I'll have a pint please, whatever looks good off their specialist ales//
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In a clean but rather cramped room, Roundabout groaned as he rolled out of his bunk. Bloody summer, he never slept well in summer. He glared at the incoming message that had woken him up. He stumbled into his apartment's tiny bathroom as he read Henry's message. Work was always good, particularly when he was still a bit short on the rent for this month.
<<Group Message>>\\I'll not say no to paying work. Where's the meet?//
He fired off a reply as he shrugged on something clean and fished his commlink out of the laundry basket. The old man is still asleep by the sound of it, he thought as he tried to remember where he'd left his 'deck'. It'd look right suspicious if he forgot that particular prop.
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gryphon had woke early. this new life was not something he had gotten used to, especially the being poor part and his sleep had suffered. best to keep myself busy he thought. his flat was cramped even with the few things that furnished the room. he had spent the last few hours reading up on the latest magic insights and happenings and was just about to put the kettle on for tea ( the one luxury in his life ) when his comlink whistled. at last he thought as he read the message
<<group message>>\\count me in, just tell me where and when//
as he packed his things he felt that familiar feeling of excitement that he never let turn to nervousness.
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<Group Message> \\3.40 at the Dog and Duck, down the road from Manchester Piccadilly Station. I'll be talking to the troll in the Gieves & Hawkes Suit.//
4d6*100= (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4542494/) 900, +955 = 1855
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Roundabout pinged his clock, then the train timetable, then finally a map. Yeah, he could make it there in time, assuming he left now. He booked a cheap ticket and grabbed his bag. A quick glance at the old man's bedroom door, and a slightly longer look at the tracking software hidden in his commlink, reassured him the old coot'd be fine on his own. He wasn't that far gone, after all.
He just wished he'd a few sprites registered for this.
<Group Message> \\Anyone got any guesses what this is about? I've got several hours on the train, might as well do some research.//
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the train journey would be a short one. plenty time to prepare, though he didn't know what for yet. still, increasing his reflexes would give him an edge in case anything unexpected came up.
casts and sustains increase reflexes spell force 4; spellcasting test 12d (111334555556 ) 6 hits
drain resist 11d (1112333455) 3 hits -
1 stun damage
at least he had enough time to rest and recuperate before catching the train.
6d - 2 hits, recovered.
<group message>\\wish I had an inkling, would like to know whether I should bring my conspicuous friend along. Flash, I can give you a boost to help in negotiations, if you'd like?//
hopefully this would be a milk run and the rifle wouldn't be needed. Gryphon knew Flash was one of the best around at getting the best deal for his team but a bit of extra magic to boost his charisma would do no harm.
( starting nuyen 3d6 x 60 ,5,5,4 14x60 , 840 NY )
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___Freerunner___
You weave the mana around you, feeling your reactions sharpen and your senses come alive.
The process is tiring however, your head feels foggy for an hour or two before you head for the station.
Leeds city centre was quiet, no great surprise for a Sunday, especially as the rugby was on up at Headingly.
It'd have been a cracking day to have sat up at the royal oak and had a pint in the beer garden as the results trickled in but work was calling.
The bus dropped you at the station, it's recent renovation had updated the ARO signage and facilities.
It smelled delicious as you passed through the entrance hall, hitting the ticket gates and attempting to get out onto the concourse.
SiN test for me please!
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the train journey had been pleasant enough but what gryphon faced now wasn't so. as he approached the gates he wished he'd managed to obtain better fake Id. fingers crossed the checkers weren't looking for anything other than the basics.
(bit confused by the check ??? rules say 2x device rating against threshold of fake sin?)
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<Group Message> \\You know, I think I have an app for that too...
There should be time for you to grab your friend before the job if we need to. If there ain't and you'd need her, we're probably getting stiffed.//
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__Freerunner__
The entrance barrier swings open and lets you pass.
You head over the bridge and down to 16B, climbing aboard the filthy, graffiti ridden shit-tip of a train.
The rumbling of its ancient diesel engines vibrates the whole carriage, the inside of which smelled like damp and depression. A few disinterested folk sit at the other seats, playing with stuff on their commlinks as you see their AR gloves manipulating thin air.
The journey passes fairly quietly, you grab a brew from the trolley as you pass over the Pennines, admiring the view over the reservoir as the sun shines over the green and verdant land.
The outskirts of Manchester are soon on you though, grey and depressing as they were.
Before you knew it, you were disembarking in Manchester Piccadilly station, kit bag slung across one shoulder. A glance at your AR hud showed it was 14.15, you had plenty of time to burn before the meet.
___Taejix____
Grabbing your kit together as quickly as you can, you get to the door, gesturing at the AR interface to lock after you leave. A loud groan emanates from Da's room as the door opens, a pang of guilt striking you as you abandoned him, not knowing when you'd return and if you'd return in one piece.
Still, the bills weren't gonna pay themselves.
You stared out the window, seeing the house disappear as the bus pulled off down the road, hoping he'd be alright for a day or two.
It didn't take long to get across town to Waverley station and you were glad to get off the bus. the old lady behind you stank of BO and it was cloying in your nostrils.
You dashed down the Waverley steps and tried to take the ticket barrier at full pelt, knowing you only had a couple of minutes to make the train.
SiN test please, opposed test: SiN rating v scanner rating.
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___Griffalo___
The morning and afternoon pass fairly quickly, you make the most of a nice lazy Sunday, not knowing what the afternoon's meeting would bring.
You shower, eat and smarten yourself up for the meet with the J and head downtown to get parked up.
The centre of Manchester is busy as you'd imagine. The flash of sunshine had the effect of shortening the skirts and removing people's shirts and the central plaza was abuzz with street performers, shoppers and day-trippers in from the rest of the Merseysprawl.
You grab a parking spot at the station's parking, it was more expensive than elsewhere but was usually emptier because of it.
Checking your AR feed for the time, you pop out of the station concourse at 3.10, leaving you a bit of time to kill.
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Henry browsed through the selection at the cramped W H Smith booth. He had always been impressed that in an age of AR, smart paper and wireless information, the stationer-cum-newsagent had survived mainly through selling at transport hubs like this one - a curious combination of bagged sweets, eye-watering pornography and trashy novels on cheap paper. All quaint anachronisms in their own way, part of the charm of the store itself. He purchased a bag of sherbert lemons and headed towards the pub.
Ordinarily he liked to be a minute or two late to an event - it gave the impression he had a more hectic social calendar. But when meeting with Mister Johnson it always paid to scope out even a familiar locale. There was always the possibility that today was the setup for some transgression repaid, either real or imagined. Popping a yellow-striped sweet in his mouth, he pushed open the doors of the Dog and Duck to take a look around.
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Heading down the side street with your sweet in your mouth, you head out of the sunny plaza and into the shade of the buildings.
Pushing the heavy wooden door open, you're greeted by a neo-victorian style pub. AR icons flicker over the beer taps and a holoprojector is showing the last few minutes of the Leeds game at the far end. the pub is probably half full, a few day trippers occupy the main tables in the middle of the room, tucking into their sunday roasts. The booths along the long wall opposite the bar are half full, some young lads sat drinking with their mates.
The bar is relatively quiet, two youngish looking women in fairly expensive looking clothes wait for service as the Barman heads downstairs to change the barrel over.
No-one noticeably reacts to your entrance
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____Taejix____
The ticket barriers wing open just in time to let you through at full pelt, checking the station's AR directions for your platform. Heading to platform 21, a sleek looking intercity train awaits, its cooling system creating a whining noise as you thunder down the steps off the overpass over the tracks.
The last few people are boarding and the conductor waits patiently to signal the train off as you board with them.
You find your seat as the train pulls away smoothly, its electric motor purring gently as it gets up to speed.
Looking out the window, the world races past you as you face away from the direction of travel.
The shiny and new high rise financial area partially blocks out the view of the castle, it wouldn't be long before the new Renraku arcology neared it's second phase of construction and eclipsed it from view for good. They'd already flattened a decent portion of the old town in preparation, much to the chagrin of the local residents and tourist board alike.
Money made money though, and the job creation benefits were deemed to outweigh the loss to tourism.
You were shaken from your revery by the arrival of the refreshments trolley. It wasn't long before you supped on a soycaf and relaxed, listening to your tunes on your commlink's earbuds
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relieved that there hadn't been a problem with his sin, gryphon took the opportunity to relax on the train. it was good to see a bit of greenery but it brought back memories of the times spent outdoors, hunting nuisance spirits, good times for the most part but memory was like that, it favoured the good stuff over the menial shit, he reminded himself.
he was glad finally to get to his destination, he disembarked and headed straight to the dog and duck hoping to check out the place and it's clientele in preparation for the meet. he was pretty good at spotting potential trouble. prepare for the worst and hope for the best he mentally sounded one of the codes he lived by as he opened the door to the dog and duck.
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The train pulls into Manchester with a gentle purr of its powerful electric motors, coming to rest on one of the newer platforms.
You had about 10 minutes to make the meet, your GPS telling you it would only take a couple of minutes on foot.
Slinging your kit bag over your shoulder, you pick up a brisk pace, pushing through the crowd of daytrippers and shoppers and swinging a left after the exit from the busy concourse.
The GPS on your commlink directed you across the central plaza, busy and full of life and down a side street towards the dog and duck.
Picking up the side street you see that Henry had obviously beaten you to it, you could see him at the bottom of the street, about to enter the pub.
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seeing Henry enter the d+d, gryphon picked up the pace, he could maybe learn more from the the pubs clientele if he got there in time to see their reaction to Henry. in any case, if there were any problems, he wanted to be there to have Henrys back.
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You all stream into the pub, either within seconds of oneanother or minutes.
Henry had beaten you to the bar, having laid claim to a table with no daytrippers adjacent to overhear the anticipated job offer.
The barman comes back from changing the barrel, tops up the lasses pint and then turns to you;
Sorry lads, who's first?
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He flashes his usual cheery smile, his accent changing gears flawlessly into something a lot more Macunian. "Gin and lime for me please, and whatever these reprobates are havin'." He gestured to his fellow runners as he was quizzed for his order. "'ave one yourself while you're at it."
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The barman flashed his eyebrows in appreciation, setting to work on knocking up a gin + lime.
The holo-projector in the corner caught your attention, Leeds had just scored and the commentators were making a big song and dance out of it. The daytrippers seem not to notice though and continue to amuse themselves with their food and drinks.
A well heeled man walks through the door, a small wheely suitcase in tow and subtly checks the room's occupants out as he makes his way over to the bar.
He walks with purpose towards your group, having caught Flash's eye in recognition.
A polite nod is given to the others as he sidles up to the bar.
'Scuse me barkeep; Add a pint of sunbeam to that order. {turns to face henry} So, we got a table? I can't stop long, my connection is in about 30 minutes.
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"Another gin for me mate" Roundabout adds after a moment. He's not really in the mood for a drink, but no sense in standing out.
He switches over to AR as he joins Henry at the table, giving the johnson the once over. No sense in not doing his due diligence after all, and Henry'll keep the bloke talking.
Matrix Perception
11d6.hits(5)=6 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4549820/)
Well, that's a nice roll. I even have a high enough limit to keep all the hits.
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___taejix____
Running your AR over the well dressed man reveals little; standard Commlink/earbuds/contacts set up. Your port scanner identifies his defences as excellent, clearly an extremely expensive Commlink to run his pan (ooc rating 7 firewall)
his broadcasting SiN identifies him as "John Smith", as likely a fake as you were going to get!
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'That about figures' he thinks to himself.
<<Message to Flash Henry>>\\Nothing identifiable on him, but his security is pricy. I can crack his commlink and have a poke around, maybe get him set up for tracking for that just-in-case. Might not be worth the risk if he's got a good word backing him. Your call.//
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"mines a half of your finest." gryphon added with a smile.
time to see what he's got to say for himself he thought as he joined Henry and gave the Johnson a thorough inspection.
perception roll
<a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4549852/">10d6.hits(5)=4</a>l.
10d6.hits(5)=4 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4549852/)
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The Johnson looked like any you'd worked with before; clean shaven, conservative haircut, expensive suit. His wheels case was the only thing that stood out though, normally johnsons had their own chauffeur and team, so travelling alone was a new one on you.
He seemed fairly at ease, more like this was a low pressure or social visit.
He took his pint and took a hearty glug, following behind you as you made your way over to the table with your drinks in hand, kitbag slung over your shoulders.
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You all took your seat around the table as Henry squared up the bill, joining you a minute later.
The Johnson began to speak;
Thanks for coming at such short notice. I've got a new client onboard who's looking for a team that can be trusted, that are reliable and don't bring the heat down on themselves.
This job is a milk run, keep out of trouble and you'll get more of em
Pay is 3k a head with a 500 bonus each if its done by 06:00 on Tuesday. Interested?
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He chuckled. "'It's a milk run' is one of those phrases like 'I'll get you the money next week' and 'Of course I don't fancy your sister.' Tell us what we're expected to do and then we'll tell you if we're interested."
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A wry smile cracks his face, wrinkles suddenly sprouting on his brow and around his cheeks making him appear a bit older than you thought.
Very well, Its a bit of breaking and entering followed by a touch of data insertion. One into an office, one into a private residence.
Nothing you shouldn't be able to handle in terms of security, but the priority on this job is to keep it quiet.
You'll understand I can't delve into the specifics before we come to an agreement
He lays his palms face up on the table, waiting for your response
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<Group Message>\\Sounds reasonable to me, assuming he's not having us on.//
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He puts on a carefully studied face - was he about to refuse, turn Mr. Johnson down? But he was letting himself be won-over by the Johnson's spiel, it would seem. He nodded slowly.
"All right. It seems like everyone's on board. But we have some concerns over payment terms. Expenses, medical costs, hazard pay, the usual stuff. I'm sure you understand." He spread his hands in a gesture of magnanimity.
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His smile lessens slightly at your push-back, but he nods slowly
Alright, As you did good on the last run out, i'll put in an extra 250 a head.
He passes over a credstik; sliding it across the table to Flash.
And I'll chuck in a little something for your expenses too.
Right, now that's settled; As I said, the job is to insert two datachips into two seperate holo-terminals.
One is at this bloke's address {he slides you a thick sealed brown jiffy bag with a name + address written on it in actual ink}. This one should be the easiest, from what I hear he lives in a nice gaff, only domestic security to deal with. Shouldn't be an issue. Next one is for here {slides over a second, identical bag with a different address on it} This one goes in his holo-terminal at his work address.
Whatever you do, do not attempt to open these bags until you're ready to put them in the system. The client will know and you won't get paid, so don't fuck me around on this one. And no, I don't know who the guy is or who he works for, the client wants to see you using your initiative on this one. Do good and you'll get more work.
We clear?
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Roundabout glances over the envelopes and quickly checks the addresses. Due diligence and all that.
"Crystal" he replies with a smile, sliding the envelopes into an inner pocket.
<<Group Message>> \\So, what do you folks reckon the odds are that whatever's inside these envelopes is considerably more dangerous than we've been told? Gryphon, you want to give a good look on the astral once we're done here?//
Matrix search to verify the addresses
11d6.hits(5)=4 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4553737/)
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The address come back as valid;
One is a private residence in Edinburgh's suburbs, the other is a mixed-use residential/commercial building in Edinburgh city centre.
The name matches too; a Mr J Edwards is the listed tenant at the private residence
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<<group message>>\\this should be easy enough for our considerable talents (astral isn't one of mine by the way, I've always been partial to a bit of b and e though). I can try to summon a spirit to scan the places when we conclude our business here. maybe we can find out a bit more about Mr j Edwards too and find out what this is really about and what we can expect.//
how long do we have to get the job done?
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soft cap is Tuesday morning g like I said, hard cap is midnight Wednesday. Contact me as soon as it's done and we'll sort a dead drop out for payment.
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<Group Message> \\Sorry, I keep forgetting how shite a mage you are. :p
More seriously, I was thinking you could get a spirit to look it over for us. I mean, they can probably tell us if there's any mojo on it or anything, right?//
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The johnson finishes his pint and looks at you in turn.
Like I said yeah, don't screw it up. Contact me as soon as its done and Don't open those bloody packets until you're about to put em in the machine.
He stands, grabs his wheely suitcase and heads out of the door.
His exit gets very little attention from the patrons. The Leeds game is just about wrapping up, Leeds have a narrow win in sight with three minutes left on the clock.
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Roundabout compiles a sprite out of the resonance to shadow the Johnson. He doesn't think the Johnson is going to screw them... but you never know.
<To Sprite>\\Do me a favour mate, keep an eye on that PAN that just left for me. Quietly.//
"So lads, what's step one?" Roundabout asks, looking at his fellows.
"I'm thinking we see if Gryphon can ask a spirit to double check the packages - without opening them - for us and then start doing some thorough digging on who actually lives in these places. Maybe make plans to swing by and give them a casual look over".
Compiling a Courier Sprite at rating 4.
Compiling 11d6.hits(5)=2 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4559687/)
Sprite 4d6.hits(5)=0 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4559692/) <- Not sure if you want to roll for my sprites or if I should.
Drain Resistance 11d6.hits(5)=4 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4559688/)
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___Taejix___
The sprite compiles beautifully, its ethereal form knitting together under your direction into a shimmering haze of colour given form.
comprehension test due to vague command: 8d6.hits(5)=4 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4561329/)
//As you wish, commencing tracking now//
Looking round, everyone's drinks were getting dangerously empty. You knew that if you were going to get a decent start on the physical recon and hit the soft-cap, you really needed to be heading up tonight on train or on the red-eye flight tomorrow morning.
The temptation to feel the packages was too high, as you talked about the spirit checking them over, you palpated the package to suss out its contents.
Each very obviously contained a data chip, the seal at the nape of the jiffy bag was solid and the bags otherwise felt pretty empty.
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"So, lads..." Roundabout asks, swirling the last of his drink around in the glass and resisting the temptation to order another, "should we split up and look for clues?"
"I reckon I can do some digging, nail down where we're going, who owns what, see if I can't get my hands on some building plans. Maybe eyeball the matrix side of things. It'll probably keep me occupied for a bit. I'm thinking that leaves you two free to give the places the once over. The apartment might be a good place to go first. Henry, you want me to see if they've got any places for rent? You could probably blag your way in as a prospective buyer or something, see what the inside's like".
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"Capital idea, love." He smiled at Roundabout's ingenuity. "Check the estate agent listings, if you can find somewhere nearby where we can keep an eye on our target, so much the better."
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"Can do. Not sure if we'd have the scratch to actually rent a place though. Not worth burning a SIN over either - we're not being paid enough for that".
Matrix Search to see if anyone has any apartments in the same building on the market or even if there's any for rent with a nice view on our target.
11d6.hits(5)=4 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4564906/)
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There's a place on the top floor up for rent, its an eye-watering sum though as you can imagine. Viewings are on an appointment-only basis, a commcode is provided on their info page for all requests.
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"Ah, turns out there's a place on the top floor that's up for rent".
He forwards henry the listing and the contact number for booking an appointment.
"We should probably shift somewhere quieter before you try calling. Might have to spoof a credit check for you if they ask".
Incidentally, I assume that spoofing any credit check they might ask for would require getting some marks on their system and then either an Edit File or Spoof Command action? Or would that be handled another way?
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"Speaking of" he adds as he rises to leave the bar, "Henry, you mind helping me put that together in case they ask?"
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"Of course, old chap. We should get cracking immediately. Time's wasting."
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Minutes later, Henry is using his commlink to contact the estate agent. "Hello, I'm interested in one of your listings. I'd like to arrange a viewing as soon as possible."
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A pleasant looking lady accepted the call, her bright white teeth dominating her pretty face as the AR call-window dominated your display.
Her features were framed by an expensive looking haircut, delicate tendrils of auburn hair accenting her green eyes.
//Certainly sir, which property are you interested in?//
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He makes a play of consulting his notes. "Ah, here we are. It's the property in the suburbs. My client's very interested as - I'm sure you'll know - it's soon going to be a very up and coming area for creative types - artists, musicians, simsense stars, you know the type."
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//Ah yes, the penthouse. It has been incredibly popular, as you can imagine. Private viewings are being arranged from 16:00 each day. Can I provisionally book you in for a viewing tomorrow, Mr....?//
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"Yes, it's a wonderful property. So sorry! It was rude not to introduce myself. Henry Harvey. I intend to travel up to Edinburgh tonight, so I was hoping we could arrange a showing tomorrow?"
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//Certainly Mr Harvey. Of course, if you could forward me the standard documentation I can confirm your appointment. Once that has cleared we'll see you in the ground floor lobby at 15.45 tomorrow. Goodbye//
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Henry packages up the forged documentation, sending it down the commlink. He knew he'd done his job well, but he said a little prayer nonetheless. Fouling up at this early stage, while not job-wrecking, would certainly make the whole thing a lot more complex.
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10 minutes or so pass as you wait for her reply. When it comes, It comes as a message:
//Documentation received with thanks, Anna will meet you at 15.45 tomorrow as discussed. Should you need to re-arrange, please call before lunchtime. Warm regards, Victoria//
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Having left the bar and now hogging the back seat of Henry's car, Roundabout lets himself zone out into the matrix. A quick check in on his sprite, you never know what'll go wrong if you leave those things unsupervised, and he starts getting down to some more in-depth research.
<Group Message>//So lads, any particular data you think might be of use? I'm already thinking building plans and a background check on the sod who owns this lovely apartment.//
Matrix Search, looking for the identity of whoever owns the apartment we're going to be breaking into and any any information he can find on them.
11d6.hits(5)=3 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4579499/)
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As far as you could tell the building had only been up 5 years. It had been built as part of a development push on cheap land formerly owned by the church.
The registered constructors were a subsidiary of Maersk industrial group, and the penthouse apartment itself was sold at auction for 2.4 million to a Dutch property investment conglomerate headed by A.H Aarhus.