[RHat]

Free chips?  At least she gets how a casino meet is supposed to work.  Maybe I can make some extra money, too.. Jimmy responded in voice rather than text.

"Sounds great.  If anyone needs me, I'm going to go find a poker game this can stake me into."

[odd]

Tink's icon appears as an 8 bit boy (if you want a link to it let me know in the ooc).  Tink will go to the game he's most likely to win using his logic (I assume blackjack).  He won't spend more then he was given though

[Retrokinesis]

Jimmy and Tink are both doing quite well, at poker and blackjack respectively. Jimmy has won enough hands to be up to 250 chips, Tink up to 300.
You can keep going, which would require more rolls, or cash-out now. Time is going to require you to go to the meeting before you win too much, of course.

[odd]

I'm going to roll 5 times, but he won't spend his own and will stop for the meet:

Gambling rolls (8d6.hits(5)=2, 8d6.hits(5)=4, 8d6.hits(5)=1, 8d6.hits(5)=3, 8d6.hits(5)=1)

[umraefein]

Draco shakes his head at how quickly the other two dash off to play with the teaser money that Johnson sent them. Rather than dash off into the money hole that he knew the casino was, he walked through to where the conference room was, scoping out the area.

[RHat]

Jimmy took a bit of a run on the cards before the meeting got started, getting it out of his system, but had to get up from the virtual table when a timer pinged to let him know it was about time for the meet, right as he won a hand.  "Hate to leave in the middle of a hot streak, folks, but I have business to attend to."  He walked away from the table and on to the meet.

[Retrokinesis]

Jimmy and Tink both get up from their respective tables in time for the meet, only to find Draco already scoping-out the conference room hallway. The conference rooms are private areas of the casino's node, rented-out to customers desiring discreet virtual meeting places and sculpted to their needs. Conference room B has been decked-out to look like some kind of Victorian gentleman's club, all wood and high-backed chairs. If you have your simdeck running, it's heavy with the smell of smoke and hard liquor.

Mr. Johnson's icon wears a pricey-looking suit and top hat in the same style as the room. He raises a virtual martini glass as you enter the room, "Gentlemen! Please, join me!"

[umraefein]

Ignazio directs his avatar into the room, and smiles as he sits down near Mr. Johnson, but not directly across from him. "Ah, Mr. Johnson. Thank you for your kind invitation. I hope this evening finds you well?"

[Retrokinesis]

"Indeed, smashing. In fact, this decor reminds me of... I forget myself, you're here for business!" He waits for everyone to sit down, sipping his nonexistent martini. "Tell me, gentlemen, how do you feel about London this time of year?"

[RHat]

Jimmy enters the conference room and finds a seat.  Hm.  If the Johnson's supposed to Ms. de la Mar, who's this guy?  IF she were using a representative, why wouldn't she keep her name out of it?

"I hear the weather tends towards the grey, but I don't believe we've been introduced.  I go by Jimmy; how should I address you?"

[odd]

Tink sits down and lets the others talk for now.

[Retrokinesis]

"Mr. Johnson fill suffice. Your reputation proceeds you. The rest of you as well. Mr. Steelfish assures me you all possess the critical skills for this project". Another sip. "The weather is rather poor, true. Which, in a roundabout way, is why you're here".

He extends a hand out to his left and an image appears: a massive pyramid of glass and steel. An arcology. "The Angel Towers Arcology. It's been abandoned for years, hence its rather sorry state. It stands straight at the center of the Lambeth Containment Zone. I'll spare you the history lesson but, since 2038, the LCZ has been a walled ghetto in the heart of London. Dreadful place".

He allows a few moments for the team to process before continuing. "Which is where you come in. My employers want you to make Angel Towers habitable again, for the benefit of the LCZ's poorest residents. Which is to say, all of them".

[RHat]

Jimmy sends a text message privately to Tink.  <<Look up the LCZ and Angel Towers real quick, please.  I'll keep him talking, but I wouldn't mind some leverage for negotiations to get us some more money.>>  He addressed Mr. Johnson.

"You know, the initials 'CZ' call to mind a number of concerns for someone from North America.  That aside, though, it's a little unusual to put a team like this together for a little urban renewal.  Why does your employer think that ours are the right skills for the job?" 

[Chrona]

"Steelfish, may I, Three Star, enter the back room as well, so i can be told about the meeting immediately, in privacy?" Diego was tired of waiting in the bar that he was beginning to find increasingly dull, the rest of the team having not even acknowledged him when they returned.

[RHat]

Thinking about it, he realized he should check with the rest of the team regarding London, so he opened up a full group message.

<<Johnson wants us to go to London for the job - specifically the Angel Towers Arcology in the Lambeth Containment Zone.  That have any particular relevance to any of you?>>