Shadowrun
Shadowrun Play => Play-by-Post => Topic started by: The Big Peat on <04-12-12/1253:31>
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(ooc: Yes, that is the name for my SR game. This thread is for SeriousOne, Rusalka, Sichr, Umaro and Tsuzua)
A couple of days ago, each of you got a call from a friend - a trusted friend, a friend with connections, someone who could put things together. And they asked you to come here, now, to listen to a man. The pitch is, he wants you to meet some people and consider working with them, then he'll introduce you to a man who might have a job. Your friend's convinced you that its in your best interests to come - as well as theirs - so now you're approaching this house. It's a bit out of town, something spacious in the style of a hunting lodge, situated on a flat hillock with little neighbours around. You can't help but notice there's not a lot of cover around, not if you don't count the picket fence and the odd lonely orange-leafed tree. A good home for a paranoid man. From what you understand, this man - KM as he's called - has reason to be paranoid.
Of course he does. He's about to give a job to you.
You were told there'd be four others, as well as yourself. Maybe you can see them at this point, maybe they're arriving late. As you walk up to the door you can see that someone's gone to the effort to make this a good place to live. The door has an old fashioned knocker and when knocked, a middle-aged woman of Japanese ethnicity answers it. She's dressed practically, in jeans and a lumberjack shirt with a pistol on one side of her belt, and looks you over with gimlet eyes.
"You're the people here to see KM then," it's half a question, half a statement, made in an LA accent. "Well, come on in then. He's still finishing his exercises, but I'll get you a drink while we wait for the others. What do you want?"
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Jake walks up to the house, spurs clicking on the cobble stones. His guns in there holsters, sway accompanied with clicks from his spurs. Jake Tips his hat to the lady at the door acting like a good gentleman "I thank you kindly for that miss, I have no problem waiting for the master of the house to be ready. A water would be nice."
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Pulling up in his Gaz, Jackalope knocks on the door. After being greeted, he says "I'll just take a beer ma'am" as he enters the house.
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Abdiel set his Teg-mentum suit to look like an plainly-dressed elf a little bit taller than he really was, and with facial features just different enough to not match facial recognition software.
"Yes, ma'am, that we are. A cold beer would be much appreciated, if you don't mind."
Coyote seemed to think this KM was serious business. Hope he ain't some kinda soycake.
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The woman quickly finds the drinks - the water has clearly been filtrated, but the beer quality is nothing special - before herding the runners into a sitting room with the minimum possible politeness and never a hint of a smile to await the arrival of the others, as well as KM.
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When entering the plain space, Steam decides there is nothing to hide...since there was nowhere to hide. As he knocks the doors, waiting for invitation, he scans his surroundings with usual curriousnes...looking for defense systems and such things. Whoever lives here seems to highly value his privacy and Steam would expect at least a few dogs...ar anything similar to this traditional meaning of property protection. Well, by the look of this place, owner wasnt exactly poor...so it was only expectable thta this countermeasures are hidden well enouht not to cause any distraction to peacefull visitors
INT(5)+PQ(2)+AUG(3)+Perception(3) (13d6.hits(5)=5) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3469791/)
As he hears someone approaches the doors, he raises his head a bit and take two steps back, so his height doesn`t give him usual disadvantage when dealing with taller metatypes.
Greeting. I must admit that you are right, I am here to see mr. KM. You have nice place here. No problem waiting, at least I catch my breath after that climbing.
Steam takes of his coat, hanging it on back of his chair, he takes a seat.
Can of cold beer would be perfectly suitable, if you have some, thank you.
Good afternoon gentlemen.
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"Good afternoon, sir. Most pleased to make your acquaintance. I go by Abdiel in these sorts of affairs."
Abdiel extends his hand to the dwarf.
OOCAbdiel is wearing Holowear, which is Perception(2) if anyone cares.
Edited for derp; I got Sichr's characters mixed up.
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Good afternoon. You can call me Steam, I guess we are here for the same purpose. One more is yet to come, if I can count to five...
Steam accepts the hand and Abdiel can feel cold steel of the heavy duty industrial prothesis...
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Half-running as she hurries up the hillock, well-aware of her own lateness, Incipit curses herself as she approaches the lodge. Being late is a clear sign of sloppiness, even if explainable by one's lack of available transport combined with security consciousness preventing one from merely hiring such, and sloppiness tends to cut into a runner's profits. Taking a moment to catch her breath and dust off her suit jacket, she quickly scans the surroundings, but seeing the defensible prime location of the building, decides that the risk of it being used as a trap is rather low, and hence, she knocks on the door without further precautions.
As she is greeted, she apologizes profusely for her tardiness, and politely declines the offer of a drink, with the reasoning that she does not wish to impose further upon her host after already inconveniencing them with her sluggish behaviour. Entering, she sees that the others have all arrived already, and, looking somewhat flustered, she once more tries to apologize: "My apologies to all of you for my late arrival. I did not intend to cause inconvenience due to my tardiness, but I am afraid that my current situation concerning personal transportation is somewhat dissatisfactory; my only means thereof that would not cast undue attention upon this meeting was sadly non-operational, a fact of which I was informed rather belatedly. I should, of course, have planned for this, but alas, I did not. I do hope that this will not present too great a problem."
Still somewhat embarrassed, she goes to find a chair, then sits down, expression blank and ankles crossed.
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OOCSichr: Abdiel looks like a plainly-dressed male elf, a little taller than average, but with no particular distinguishing features. Making the PER check means you notice some graphical glitches that indicate he's wearing Holo-wear (if you aren't familiar with Attitude: Holo-wear is socially acceptable, it is basically holographic clothes).
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"Ain't no problem, miss. Our employer-to-be isn't quite here yet, but do try to relax."
Abdiel paused and gave her a moment to catch her breath. Okay...this one's a bit high strung.
"I go by Abdiel, by the way. Might I inquire as to your moniker of choice?"
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"Ah, yes, of course," the Indian elf says as she is roused from the trance-like state into which she'd quickly sunk. "You can call me Incipit. I believe that is what I have become known as, in this region. Fiddling with her cuffs, she looks as if she's about to say something more, but after a moment's deliberation, she apparently decides not to.
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"Well while we're on the job, you can ride in my truck. I'm Jackalope by the way. Having good transportation is important. My friend Kyle decided he didn't a car any more. After all, we had magic and cyberware. One could just skate all over. He got cyberskates installed in some raptor legs and paid a mage to give him movement. He started blasting down the streets at 360 klicks an hour. Lone Star didn't know what to do since he wasn't a vehicle at all, just some dude. He made it to Abilene in less than an hour. Took him a week to get all of the bugs out of his hair. He said to this day he can taste all of the flies that hit his teeth at that speed."
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Guess some chitin is still decorating his enamel, then...must be a thirsty guy ever since...
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The nameless woman fetches Steam a beer and leaves silently. You are left alone for a few minutes more until the woman returns.
"He's just finished up. Follow me please," she inclines her head and leads you through to a dojo; spacious and well appointed, with sparse decoration in the Japanese style. The man in the room is also dressed in a Japanese style, his corn blonde hair pulled back in a warrior's knot and he is carefully placing a sheathed katana on a stand which contains a number of other weapons. He turns to face you, a ruddy-faced man with wide blue eyes and an equally blonde moustache that hides the top half of his mouth. Powerfully built, he looks a dangerous man, even with one richly decorated sleeve pinned up and empty. He bows in greeting.
"Thankyou for coming," he said, his accent pure rural Texas "I am KM. I know who you are, and it is a pleasure to meet you. I don't know if you fine folks have got acquainted yet but I suggest you do, as if you accept the proposal you're about to hear, you'll be running together."
"It ain't my proposal - there's a Mr Johnson waiting in one of the back rooms to speak to you. And he can't hear in. But I wanted you to meet each other first, and get a feel for what each other is about before you hear him out. It also gives me a chance to tell you a little about what this job entails. Normally, I'd use a set-together crew, and I'd use some of my own folk, but this one is a little unusual and no one seemed quite right for it. Hence bringing you together. See, the thing is, it's a missing person case basically - someone's gone missing for about a week, and Johnson wants them found. Not exactly usual, but at least some of you here know a few things about that. And some of the others of you have some useful skills. Hopefully together, you can do this."
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"I'm sure your faith in us won't be misplaced, KM."
"Well, as I said earlier, I go by Abdiel. The Good Lord saw fit to give a talent for discoursing and proselytizing, on which note I recommend y'all delegate to me the negotiations as to how much we get paid for this."
Abdiel paused for a moment. Gotta sound enthusiastic about the magic...
"I've also been blessed with some magical ability. I'm not all that powerful, but I can cast a few spells of note: healing, levitation, and a bit of combat magic."
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Ex-Star. Not that I have any roots here in texas, Im from Emerald, well some things never change, and the crime is one of them. Id almost say it is second universal quality of metas of all coulours, shapes and beliefs...the first one being hatred to everyone different... or maybe tendency to substance abuse. Serrious crimes investigation makes man to ruminate on such things. Got my experiences in the corps. Then the crash hit the fun...and you know that. One day you are cop, another day you are nobody. At least I managed to get my SIN back, well with most bio and service records lost...and also with some serrious injuries I got during the riots
Dwarf raises his heavy duty cyberlimb, crushing empty beer can, then hiding it into his pocket, he continues
there was only a little chance I get my life back. So I`ve used what Ive learned, and since then I`m hunting bounties. having some skills here and there, it would be pleasure to support you in any negotiations, Abdiel.
CHAR(3)+Con(2)+EMO(3) (8d6.hits(5)=5) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3472733/)
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"I'm Jackalope. I'm a tech. I can fix most machines you throw in front of me, debug their nodes even faster, and slide past their firewall faster than that. I can do it anywhere you need me to without having to lay around like a caterpiller after New Year's."
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Drake reaches into his duster pulling out a half done cigar, biting it between his lips he lights the cigar with an old match. "Not much to say about myself. I used to work with the law but we've parted ways. Now I work as a hired gun, or a bounty hunter. Not much else to say about myself."
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"And I, too, am a mage," Incipits adds stiffly, with a pointed look towards Abdiel. "Though, unlike our lovely preacher here, I-"
She stops briefly, adjusts her collar slightly, then smiles politely and continues: "Though unlike the kind preacher, I happen to focus solely upon this craft, to the exclusion of most others. I shall promise, however, that this will not result in my becoming a security breach, even in the areas wherein I am less than stellar." At this, she nods politely at Jackalope, before adding: "After all, being careful is a universally valued skill, and one requires but the slightest of wits to prevent the gravest of errors. As for the rest, I trust that the experts can handle those. My own field of expertise happens to lie in the field of illusions, covering various means of concealment and reconnaissance. Oh, and I am somewhat experienced literary theorist, but let us be honest, that should hardly come in handy, now should it?"
She chuckles softly, then settles back into her stiffened smile. You need the money. The money is what matters. Flea-ridden cultists have already lost you one job; don't let them make you lose this as well. You can endure, just for now.
[spoiler=OOC]I apologize if this roll is not sufficiently well-annotated, but Invisible Castle won't send me the blasted registration email. Sorry, I'm terribly new at this:
Willpower + Intuition to resist Prejudiced (WIL 4 + INT 3 = 7) (7d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3472911/)
I assume that nobody is Astrally Perceiving, given the lack of mention thereof?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler=OOC]Abdiel isn't Astrally Perceiving (he's a Mystic Adept and doesn't have that power).[/spoiler]
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So I guess thats whole gang?
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"That's everyone unless there's someone hiding the cupboard. So we've got two bounty hunters, two mages, and myself."
[spoiler=OOC]Jackalope is going to see if he knows the missing person. I can make a memory roll as well.
Knowledge: Rural Texas Int 4 + Skill 3 (7d6.hits(5)=1) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3474689/)[/spoiler]
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KM looks like he's about to say something for a moment, then shrugs. It looks odd on a man with only one arm.
"Well then. Looks like its about time I introduced you to our Johnson. Come this way, the other room's a lot comfier," he says, leading you from the dojo to a sitting room at the back of the house. There, in a room with teal green wallpaper and prints of cranes, sitting on a low couch with a cup of green tea resting on a low table, is a suited man with slicked back dark hair and gaunt cheeks who looks up with a nod at you.
"Mr Johnson, my associates. Associates, Mr Johnson. I'll be in the kitchen if y'all need me - elsewise, nothing's going to disturb you," the Texan in the kimono withdraws, leaving you alone with this corporate suit, who waves a hand vaguely at the other seats in the room.
"Well. Shall we begin?" he says, his accent difficult to place beyond Southern and educated. "Twelve days ago - give or take - a Ms Monica O'Carolan, who is employed as a secretary by close friends of mine, went missing somewhere in the Dallas-Forth Worth area. The current best guess at exact location at the time - both that of my friends, and that of Lone Star - is somewhere in the Garland district. Ms O'Carolan grew up in the area and still has extensive friends and family in the area. Me and my friends would like to see Ms O'Carolan repatriated to those who care about her. There has been a delay in acting, which I appreciate will complicate matters for you; let us just say there have been elements more concerned about their credibility than her well-being. We are moved beyond that."
"For your co-operation in the matter we are willing to pay two thousand nuyen each straight up, with eight thousand more each upon successful return of Ms O'Carolan, or, should she be dead, proof of this and the location of her body. Should you be able to locate but unable to extract her, you will receive four thousand. The up-front payment will be made directly, the rest of the money shall be held by Mr KM in trust. Your own associates will be able to assure you that he is utterly trustworthy."
"If this is acceptable, I can start to answer any questions you have about this and go into further details."
For Tsuzua
The name has not been featured on rural Texan news at all
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Are there any local resources aware of our presence and willing to cooperate?
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Suppose I could do worse than rescuing kidnap victims.
"I believe we should be able to handle that, although I must express my concern about the consequences of the delay in action. Now, fine gentlemen such as ourselves would never be able to leave a lady in distress - but with the trail this cold, she could easily be in another city or even across a border, and it might take quite some time for her to track her down and retrieve her. And these sorts of investigations can get expensive real fast..."
[spoiler=OOC]Trying to negotiate a better deal. Charisma (8+5), using HC to sustain, Pheremones 3, Kinesics 3, Influence 1 = 20d6, http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3483939/ 2 hits, wow that was a bad roll. I guess Abdiel's heart isn't in trying to get more money for rescuing kidnapped women.[/spoiler]
"Aside from the details about any investigating you've already done, I am curious why an upstanding gentleman such as yourself is going through us, rather than through Lone Star."
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"Personally, I have no objections to these terms, though the lack of detail on the nature of possible threats, suspected enemies and similar, prior to the acceptance of the job, may reflect on my personal willingness to go the full way and extract the target. Merely professional concerns, you understand."
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"Travel's cheap these days," the Johnson smiles slightly as he dismisses Abdiel's concerns, quickly realising that the man doesn't have his heart in arguing "And besides, our statistical analysis leads us to believe she's an unlikely target for cross-border extraction. Now, if the data's wrong, and it turns out she's in Amazonia or in Lofwyr's private typing pool now, then call KM and we can talk again. I'm not an unreasonable man."
"Lone Star have looked at the case, and Lone Star have gone through the motions - and Lone Star are too busy and overstretched to go around chasing missing secretaries. It's not what they're saying out loud, but it's definitely what they're thinking. They might be willing to talk, off the record, if it ends up in better stats for them for no work, if that's what you mean," he turns to Steam. "If you mean do I have any local resources willing to help, then the answer's no. You're it."
"Details," he turns to Incipit now. "Ms O'Carolan had no known enemies, of this magnitude, either inside or outside her workplace. Now, either this a corporate extraction - which we find unlikely - or there are enemies we don't know of. Or there has been a random accident that has kept her hidden for a couple of weeks, which also sounds unlikely. If she has links to dangerous groups, then the most likely candidates are one of the go-gangs in the Garland area. We don't know of any connection, but that doesn't mean she wasn't hiding one. If it is corporate, then while there are no obvious candidates, any major corporation in the Aerospace or Defence sectors might have been interested. I again stress the unlikely nature of this. I trust that goes some way to alleviating your concerns."
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That was exactly on my mind by local resources. Well, asn an employer, you would have her verified curriculum vitae, I guess. Since you told us she is in the area she grew up, there is high possibility that something from he personal history might have trigerred this situation.
Also, I guess that secretary is ussualy well checked, since she knows a lot of sensitive details about her employer, maybe you would have a file on her behaviour and social contacts, possibly even matrix activity monitoring. We may find some useful leads in such data.
And, last but not least I`d like to ask you right now, and since we need to be mutually honest, Id like to have honest answer...
does you have some activities in the target area, present or historic, that could have made some locals angry? Anything that may had caused active local resistance? And if there is somthing like that...does she carried away something valuable?
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"I'm a door buster and gun fighter this whole running down leads is not my short of game. Now point me at someone who knows something I'll make them talk, even dispose of the body if need be."
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If such is the case, you're in the wrong business.
In short, Incipit says, forcing herself to not pay attention to the gun-toting buffoon, what my colleague is getting at is that we would appreciate free access to any and all information even remotely associable with this incident, Ms. O'Carolan or you and your associates, that you would be willing to lend us. We realize, of course, that you and your associates are likely to be in possession of data which you would rather keep a secret, and hence, we fully understand if you cannot give us much of worth.
Moreover, I believe that we would all appreciate a clarification on a few points: First of all, if, during the extraction, Ms. O'Carolan is wounded or worse as a result of our intervention, even given reasonable precautions taken to avoid such an incident, what would the result be? Secondly, is there a chance that Ms. O'Carolan has left of her own free will, and if so, which course of action would you want us to take? Thirdly, are you willing to provide us with compensation for lives, limbs, valuable equipment or similar, lost during an eventual extraction?
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Do you have her last used access ID and commcodes? Also does she have any identifying features like a tattoo or scar?
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Any Cyberware, or bioware she has would make identification easier also the registration numbers would help. Also any secret things like RFID tags she'd have one herself would be useful. Scars, tattoos and facial features can be disguised or changed but cyber and bioware are much harder to change so they are better to track or confirm target retrieval than some vid image.
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The Johnson nods at their questions, consulting a sheet of electronic notepaper in front of him as he reels off the answers in quickfire fashion.
"No known body augmentations. That stands true as of her last medical, eight months ago. The RFID tags are no longer responding; the last trace of them is at a car park in Rowlett. Ms O'Carolan has no known tattoos, but she has three minor scars on her last calf. Her last used ID and commcodes are on this," he holds up a different sheet of electronic paper "and have not been used since her disappearance. This also contains the other information we are willing to divulge publicly on her at this time. It's not a lot, but we believe it should be enough. It contains some of the information you asked for, but has had quite a lot taken out."
The last is said to Steam, and possibly because of that he places it down in front of the dwarf before he responds to the rest of their questions.
"We have no activities inside Garland, but we've found the people there... unfriendly... to corporate presences in general. We're hoping freelancers with no obvious connections might get a better response. As for whether she took anything valuable - we don't know. We are conducting internal investigations. However, we are treating it as a strong possibility."
"And to answer your questions, Miss - one, if she is wounded but still fit to work then we will accept that accidents happen. If it's worse, then while we accept accidents happen, you will not get the full payment. Second - we expect her returned regardless. If she did leave of her own free will, then she has unlawfully breached the terms of her employment and will be under investigation for possible corporate espionage. And third - No."
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Seeing that there were no further questions, the man rises.
"I believe that concludes our business. These are yours," he shoves five credsticks across the table, waiting patiently for them to be validated - which they are, before he holds up another handful "These go to KM. I will see you later. My pleasure."
He leaves quickly, only troubling to have a quick word with the fixer, leaving the crew of Shadowrunners with 2k and a woman hunt.
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"Well I guess we have a job to do. Lets get doing."
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"I reckon the first order of business is to rustle up some leads. Let me go digging though the matrix and see what starts running out like a rabbit being chased by a dog." After finding some quiet time, a digital horned rabbit runs across the open fields of the matrix looking for its target.
[spoiler=OOC]Next time he can focus, Jackalope is going to data search more information on Monica O'Carolan. He's particularly looking for her usual haunts and any unusual "side trips" she may have made. Each pass is 1 minute of search time.
First Pass (15d6.hits(5)=5) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3498925/)
Second Pass (14d6.hits(5)=8) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3498927/)
Third Pass (13d6.hits(5)=4) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3498928/)
Fourth Pass (12d6.hits(5)=2) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3498929/)
Fifth Pass (11d6.hits(5)=5) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3498933/)
Sixth Pass (10d6.hits(5)=5) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3498934/)
That gives him 29 hits which is enough to find "Hidden or Actively Hunted and Erased" data (SR4A 230).
After that, he'll try to Track Monica's last known access ID using the Track program in case it comes up somewhere. I'm not sure if this is legal. You can track from an access ID in an access log to where it made that entry in the access log. You can track any icon you see. You can detect nodes if they're within signal range or have a rough idea of their location. But I don't know if you track purely by access ID or can you just do a "where is access ID X?" data request or what. So it's your call.
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"I reckon that's the right idea. Aside from the electronical end of things, which I gather you have under control, we should follow up on the magical end of things and have a chat with those friends and relatives she has in the Garland area.
"Now, based on what y'all have said, I suspect Incipit can do a better job with the magical search than I can, and the other three of us should hit the ground. I figure between the three of us, we can look up her contacts, find 'em, have a word with 'em, and not get shot up by the go-gangers. So what do y'all say?"
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OK. Id like to check out her last known adress. Maybe I can find some leads there...or at least I would have better image of who she is...
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I'd like to look over the last place she was seen.
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...brief scan...Poirot is looking for the last know adress...
Hm...
Steam`s face looks like he just tasted something disgusting
Looks like our emloyer is realy trying to do his best to make her impossible to find the girl. OK. We would have to do it your way, big man, The only another place is her old home, and I think that since she disappeared in the neighborhood, it wont be another long journey to get there. So...anybody got wheels?
Steam looks around with sparkle of hope in his eye...he would really hate to walk around the whole bloody Texas on foot.
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After a few minutes, Jackalope enters the conversation.
"If we're looking for leads, I was able to catch some. Ms. O'Carolan parties like a hog on Saturday. Her favorite places were Hurlz, O'Mahoney's, and Fabric. Somebody went though some effort to hide her fun at Hurlz and O'Mahoney's over the past three weeks and well as her bitching about her boss. We ought to check those places out. They're both in Garland so we can make a stop there while we check out her folks. Also I've got pictures of her at those bars for reference."
[spoiler=OOC]Jackalope's got pictures of the "suppressed" pictures of her partying. He'll send them to anyone who wants them for analysis.[/spoiler]
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You end up following Abdiel's suggestion, which is why a few hours later you're outside a door in Garland. It's a small bungalow, the type that's seen better days but is still keeping a reasonable go of things. You've gotten a feel for the area - once it was nice, but its seriously run down now, and you've seen more than a few gang tags on the way. But now you're here. To talk to Mr and Mrs O'Carolan about their daughter. Once one of you rings the doorbell.
<ooc: Abdiel's here, I'm assuming the rest of you are too>
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(en route): "Jackalope, can you take a quick gander on the Matrix about her folks? Would be good to know if there's anything unusual about them before we meet."
(once there): Abdiel steps up and rings the doorbell, putting on his best "friendly social call" face.
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(Before we leave) "Don't worry Steam. You can ride in my truck. Just mind the drones. The Lebbie sometimes get ornery this time of the year so I wouldn't lean on her."
(en route) "Sure thing. It'll be done in three shakes of a behemoth."
[spoiler=OOC]More Data Searching!
First Pass (15d6.hits(5)=4) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3513602/)
Second Pass (14d6.hits(5)=4) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3513603/)
Third Pass (13d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3513604/)
Fourth Pass (12d6.hits(5)=4) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3513605/)
Fifth Pass (11d6.hits(5)=6) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3513606/)
Sixth Pass (10d6.hits(5)=5) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3513608/)
That's 26 hits total.[/spoiler]
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Jake takes his truck following the rest to the location. Keeping an eye out for other people following and local gang activity. When he arrives he gets out and follows the rest of the group.
Watching for people following us: 6d6.hits(5)=1 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3513680/)
Looking for Local gang members: 6d6.hits(5)=2 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3513685/)
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Speaking with elders was one of those things that Steam gladly leave to somebody else, right now he focuses only on details of the scene, observes surrounding area and tries to get a feeling of neighborhood. He niotices quite a lot of gang markers and tags all around, both sprayed on walls and spamming in AR.
He is also curious about authorities presence in area and common social status...as this was Texas, he considered anyone here armed, so even visibly carried weapons doesnt surprised him too much...it almost feel like in Sioux district in Denver...well...Sioux were much more militant than locals. At least so far. So he gets off the truck and follows Abdiel to the doors.
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The journey was uneventful - no one following you, no gangers around - which is the best description Jackalope gets on the senior O'Carolans' lives. They seem seriously boring people, unless you like College Sports, in which case they're still pretty damn boring.
The theme continues when a paunchy looking Ork with glasses, white hair and a pullover jumper that was last cool back when America was a single country answers.
"Whatcha want?"
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"Good day, sir. I gather you are Mr. O'Carolan?
"My name's Abdiel. We're investigating your daughter's disappearance, and it would be a great help to us if we could ask you some questions. I'm sure you've already been bothered by the official police investigation, but as you know they didn't exactly put their hearts into the investigation, and anything you can tell us makes it more likely for us to find Monica quickly, and the faster we find her the more likely she is to be safe.
"May we come in?"
OOC: Let me know if you need any social rolls and if so which one(s).
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The Ork stares at Abdiel for a moment, eyes narrow behind the glasses. Then he shrugs and leads you in without a word, into a room that's about twenty years of date with chunky sim projectors for entertainment. He doesn't offer you any refreshments as he sits down in an arm chair, covered in a shade of beige that should be banned, and looks beadily at you.
"So. What do you want to know?"
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Ooc: if anyone has questions in mind, go for it or Abdiel can pass them on. I'm traveling and will post when I can.
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OOC: OK, sorry for the delay.
"Now, as I said before, I'm sure you told Lone Star most of this - but they don't share information with us.
"First, can y'all tell us anything about Monica's friends? In particular, if she knew anyone connected to any of the gangs in the area, it would help us to know who.
"Do you know if she had trouble with anyone? Anyone making threats, stalking her, or harassing her in some way that you know about?
"Did she let you know about any problems at work? Did she seem worried or under any unusual stress the last times you saw her?
"Also, anything else you think might be relevant?
"I do appreciate your help, again. I assure you that we'll do our best to find her."
While talking, Abdiel does his best to seem sympathetic and sincere.
OOC: That's all the questions I could think of but if anyone else has any fire away.
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Ill wait for old mans response, before ill start to analyse if what he sayng us is truth and so on. After basic questioning is done, Ill ask for peromission to search her room etc, maybe pose some more questions. Well, AFTER his response.