[Gustovness]

Leroy awoke fully refreshed mentally, albeit a few annoying physical aches had refused to catch the same flight and decided to rather stick around.

He swung his legs around and set his feet on the ground just in time to hear a knock on the door from one of his new comrades.  He acknowledged the message that someone was on their way to meet them and hopefully give them a hand as he stood up and headed to the bathroom to freshen up for the day.

As he was drying his face, another knock on his door, this time Joel.

"Jesus H. Christ, dawg, yo fuckin' head still throbbin'?" The last word out of his mouth was cut in half by a yawn.  He squinted his eyes and opened them exaggeratedly after his yawn.

"To be perfectly honest, not much that aspirin can do for you at this point.  If yo head is hurtin' still it's probably your body telling you it needs food.  Some coffee wouldn't hurt either.  Caffeine will chase it away while you wait for breakfast."

Leroy looked around the glorified closet he was standing in to make sure he wasn't forgetting anything or leaving anything behind... both for reasons of convenience as well as evidence.  He grabbed his medkit and headed over to Matt to get the low down on who he had reached out to.


Questions for Matt

• Who are we waiting on?
• What resources do they have for us?
• I have a sample I took off a body, any idea how we could get this analyzed? I have the know how but I would need a chemistry set.

This will probably suffice:

• Can you ask them to get us food for us so we don't have to show our faces? We're not exactly forced to use these free meal tickets.
• What's your thinkin', here?

[/spoiler]

Note to GM: If we end up NOT using the meal tickets, I'd like to try to convince the group to give them to the hobos from last night to avoid them squealin' on us if anyone traces us this far.

[Csjarrat]

The guy is a fixer named tweety, kid's got a high-voice. He's got a bit of a rep for thinking in the long term and is tight with a good friends of mine.
He's on our side and between him and Danny, they can get us somehwere to lay low or get us across the border somewhere quieter.
as for the chem kit, I Dunno, I guess so. We'll ask when we meet up.
Car won't be long now so be ready yeah?

[Ren]

--Matt--
Drone maintenance successfully distracted you from your hunger and from any further thoughts while waiting for the car. It wasn’t long before Leroy came over, seemingly with all his gear, and started to ask questions about Tweety. Satisfying his curiosity to the best of your ability, you spent the time until the awaited call came in. ”Yo, mon, Bob here, Tweety told me to pick you up. I’m opposite to this drekhole you said was a hotel. Come out and hop in, I don’t have all day.”


--Miko--
Going alone proved to be a good idea. No one cared about another troll strolling around, going after her biz. The food in the diner wasn’t good but at least they gave a troll’s portion when you handed over your ticket.

It wasn’t long after you got back that Matt told you the car arrived.


--Leroy--
Speaking to Joel, you noticed that his headache must be just a symptom of some other injury. His eyes were a little bloodshot, and at one moment he had to steady himself against your doorframe. You were sure he could use a checkup and some care, but as several hours went by since he got the injury, you couldn’t help him here and now. He’d need some long-term care, to accelerate Mother Nature’s own processes.

After taking your stuff to Matt’s room, you talked about Tweety, and it wasn’t long before he got the awaited call.


--Joel--
Unfortunately, it seemed you had to let your body heal itself. Hopefully Leroy, or someone else could help you with that, but that would be a longer process. Of course, you could always use Wolf’s teachings, to heal at least the damage you suffered from the incident in the Rider, even if you could not ease the pain from your failed summoning attempt.
[spoiler=healing]If I remember well, you have 5 physical damage altogether, 2 from the events at the beginning, and 3 from drain. If you try to cast Heal on yourself, you can heal maximum 2 boxes, as the others come from drain, and those can’t be healed by magic. Still, when calculating drain, you have to take into account all your damage, so the spell will have a DV of 3 (5 damage – 2).[/spoiler]

Having taken care of things, it wasn’t long after Matt told you the car arrived.

[Csjarrat]

//Got it mate, be out in a minute

Car is here mate, lets go
Matt grabs his neatly packed gear, patting down his pockets to make sure he's got everything on him he could forseeably need.
Dumping the RFID key back at reception, knocking on the other's doors on the way down, he heads out across the street, tucking his face into his collar and hiding behind the image link of his helmet as best he could.
Matt jumps in the front of the car;
Bob, good to see a friendly face at last. The guys are just getting their kit, we'll be ready in no time.

[farothel]

Miko lumbered out of the hotel.
"Ah, a van," she said with a smile, "very good.  At least we don't have to squeeze in a jackrabbit."
Her tone let their be no discussion about what she thought about those cars.
"Hey, I'm Jade," she said to the guy behind the wheel, "I'll take one of the backseats, okay?"

[MaxKojote]

Joel had returned to his room briefly to gather what little equipment he had left.He spent a bit of time focusing healing energy into his body. He felt some of the more severe damage slowly being fixed, internal wounds knitting together. And then he felt about the same amount of pain as a new ache, not as dangerous, but no less painful. Nevertheless, he needed to get going. One gathering of equipment later and he was joining the group at the van, jogging slightly so he won't be left behind.  He untied his ponytail, letting his hair obscure some of his face as he joined the group. The dishevelled look was a far cry from the professional wage mage appearance he usually had.

"Sorry for the delay Matt." He apologised, waiting for Miko to get in before taking one of the seats in the back.

Healing the 2P from the start: Heal (Force 2): Spellcasting (4) + Magic (5) - Wounds (1) (8d6.hits(5)=2)
2P Healed

Drain DV: 3S
Drain Resist: Willpower (5) + Intuition (5) (10d6.hits(5)=1)
Drain MDV: 2S

So I just converted 2P to 2S. Yay I guess.

[Gustovness]

Leroy lifted himself up into the van, sitting one row back between the driver and front passenger seat.

"Yo, dawg, could we stop by somewhere for grub?  Didn't want too many of us showing our faces in a restaurant, ya know?  Any ol' drive through will work."

Leroy's stomach growled in agreement.

[Ren]

The van was everything that Tweety promised. Grey, worn, and more importantly, unremarkable. The driver was a Caribbean human, small frame, worn clothes, hair in age-old dreadlocks. ”Boss din’t say nuff ‘bout food, jus’ta pick you up an’ bring to him. But hey, mon, I know this place on the way. Can do grabs if you got jing. You got jing?” He started to drive even while he spoke, getting into the ever-increasing traffic, as you went towards south. Bob kept to the smaller roads, not going anywhere near the interstates.

On the way, he stopped at a drive-through of a Stuffer Shack, collected nujen, then ordered the food anyone asked. It seemed a luxury after missing two meals in a row.
[spoiler=prices]Meals are 6 nujen apiece, 10 in troll size. Anyone buying just say so in OOC.[/spoiler]

After a slow crawl of more than an hour, avoiding the whole Bellevue and Downtown area, you arrived to a part of Tacoma where some old industrial and office buildings were still in use. The car went into one of the small office buildings through an open gate, which was immediately closed by a curtain door after you entered. ”Here you are, mon, now out you go. I see Sam's waiting for you. Take care.” Bob inclined his head towards a hulking troll next to a door leading further inside, in an open jacket and fatigues and a sturdy boot, all camo style. His jacket was obviously armored, and the handles of a huge handgun and a humongous knife could be seen under that.
After you got out of the car, he looked at you thoroughly, at Miko twice, although the second time was definitely with a different set of mind. As a greeting, he said ”Weapons and drones in the locker next to the door, then on you go.” He stayed between the door and you until each of you complied, then opened it.
[spoiler=notes]If anyone wants to smuggle a weapon or drone inside, please say so in OOC, then we can roll to see if he succeeds.[/spoiler]

[Csjarrat]

The dirty burger hit all the right spots. It felt like an absolute age since Matt had had a "decent" hot feed. The buzz-cola slaked his thirst better than the brownish drek-water out of the hotel tap too.
Looking out of the window, he took time to think about what to do next. did he want to flee the country, or find the fucker responsible and make him pay? Sleeping on it hadn't given him much more clarity, in the cold light of day both options seemed terrible.
Hopping out of the van and seeing the man-mountain of a guard, Matt made no bones about surrendering his taser and drone before heading through.

[Gustovness]

Leroy ordered a troll sized meal at the Stuffer Shack.  The dwarf scarfed down the chow with a voracious appetite of not having eaten in about a day.  He might feel a bit bloated afterwards from having overeaten, but he had calories to catch up on and he didn't know when his next meal would be.

He followed instructions without hesitation, especially since he didn't have anything to hide.  His medpack dutifully by his side, he opened it so the guard could see there weren't any weapons inside.

[farothel]

Jade looked at the guard, and then reached out and ran a finger over his cheek as she took out her warhawk and taser.
"Heya, big boy," she said, her voice getting an odd purring quality that the others hadn't heard from her, "what time do you get off?"


let's go with seduction then:
charisma 3 + con 2 + seduction 2 + mod 1 =8 (8d6.hits(5)=3)

[MaxKojote]

Joel shook his head ruefully at the diner. With still no form of money other than scrips and his credit account, that wasn't going to work. Eventually they arrived at the destination, and were met with a mountain of a man. Thankfully Joel didn't even have anything to surrender; he revealed the lack of weapons and drones on his person to the guard.

Hopefully this Sam person would be able to help them.

[Ren]

[spoiler=vs. seduction]CHA(3) + Negotiation, Sense Motive(4) (7d6.hits(5)=2)[/spoiler]
In confident knowledge of his own manliness, the troll smiled at Miko. ”Three hours tops, beautiful. Now I have to escort you to the Boss, but I know a nice little bar nearby, care for a drink or two afterwards? On me of course.” He still checked if the others put everything in the box but he didn’t take note of the whip under your jacket. Not the whip, anyways.

After you emptied your holsters and the drone case, he opened the door and let you in. You entered the middle of a corridor running across the building, closed doors on each side. ”To the left, up the stairs at the end of the corridor. My bro will have the door open for you on the second floor. Following his instructions, you went through and up the stairs, with Sam closing the ranks, filing in at the end. You didn’t have too much time to scrutinize the details, but the interior seemed a bit ran down, although with sturdy doors. The stairs were creaking loudly under your weight, but they seemed to hold. On the second floor, another troll held the door open which would otherwise block your path. He was an older version of the one downstairs, with almost the same characteristics. The main difference between them was the menacing-looking right cyberarm of the one upstairs, which was accentuated by the vest he wore, that left his arms bare. The arm was obviously a customized model, although you couldn’t say what mods it contained.
The second floor was a bit different from the first. Here, someone made obvious effort to make it look more accommodating. Paint on the walls wasn’t peeling, the floor was clean, lights on and not even flickering. The room the second troll led you in was the culmination of the effort. It was furnished to be a conference room, with a big table in the middle, several comfy chairs on your side, and only one on the other. That was on a slightly raised dais, and occupied by the thinnest dwarf you possibly ever saw. He was completely bald, and wore an expensive designer suit of some kind, two rings on his right hand fingers and a watch on his left wrist, carefully rested on the table in front of him. When you filed in, the troll in front of you walked to the other side of the table, on the right of the dwarf. After closing the door behind you, Sam did the same on his left.

The dwarf gestured for you to sit down opposite to him. ”Welcome, my friends, welcome! My name is Tweety. Take a seat. I hear you are in a very tight spot and I’m ready to discuss the details how I can help you out of this bind, and my profit in doing so.” His high-pitched, shrill voice was something of a surprise to all but Matt.

[Gustovness]

Of all the things Leroy had gone through in the last 24 hours, this situation had the least affect on his comfort level.  Had he been walking into a shady meet like this a week ago he'd probably be more nervous.

As they were making their way through the halls, Leroy reminded Matt about "that thing" he needed help analyzing.

He focused almost all of his attention between Matt and Tweety, paying close attention to Matt's body language.  So long as Matt was clam, Leroy would be calm.

[farothel]

"If I can, I will," Jade said before going in.  Upstairs she winked at the other troll before going in.  She took a seat, first checking to see if the chair would hold her weight, although with trolls in the crew, it probably could.
'That explains his nickname,' she thought when she heard him speak.  She kept silent for now, as it was Matt's friend or aquantance.