[ismilealot]

"Illusion. Pero quiero aprender más tipos." "Huh, If this guy wants to hire me shouldn't he know my brand of magic?" "Well maybe he does and it's just that the watcher doesn't." As the spirit faded she was glad she'd hired a cab for the last bit of the hike. It had given her time to catch her breath and ask a few questions she very foolishly hadn't thought of before she'd left. Including how she should dress. Jane looked down at her loose floral embroidered dress and grimaced. "Hmmm, I could make something more appropriate." Envisioning her older sister dressed to kill for a party. "I could make something like that." and then grimaced again at the thought of how that would look on her dwarven body. "I could just go invisible and not worry about it. Not that anyone notices me anyway." and the old familiar pain hurt once again. The cab arrived and she paid the driver and got out. Glad she'd walked most of the way as even those few miles were expensive. As she saw the line her nerves took a quantum jump. "Maybe I should have taken the cab the whole way so that he'd still be there with me." she thought nervously. She hoped the watcher was right and the bouncers would know her even without him. She looked at her dress one more time. "Well, I don't look ready for a party. And I don't look ready for a professional meeting for a job. And I probably don't look ready anyway. But if I use a spell for my vanities sake and make myself look like my sister for this I may not live to regret the mana drain. So this is what I've got and hopefully I get the job and learn better for next time." Screwing up her courage she put her best professional calm face on. It was a face she'd seen her mother use often enough and she had trained each of her daughters in it. Jane straightened her shoulders and with as regal a bearing as her squat dwarven body could manage she walked up to the front of the line and the minotaur. "Twisted Sister to see Ace." There, the die was cast. Time to see what fate had brought her.

[ve4grm]

Reaghan turns off her own music to hear the thumping of the warehouse, then surveys the line.

"So, we got advance tickets, or are we lining up?" she asks as she makes her way to the back of the line.

[Moneyspider]

@Critter: Alejandro shrug, Their probably just patting people down for weapons. Maybe turning away folks who got a ticket but don't fit the bill. Looking around a bit he spots a shorter line inside the building forming up at the second freight elevator. I think that's where we need to go.

@Twisted Sister: The minotaur looks around for a few seconds before looking down the five feet or so of height difference and spotting you. Seeing your floral get up he quirks an eyebrow. Riiight... Putting a hand to his ear he subvocalizes something before turning back to you. Head on in. Take the elevator, Ace is in the VIP section. A few protests crop up out of the other people waiting in line. To which the Large bouncer responds with a bellowed. Shutaup! then back to you, If you've got any weapons you'll have to check them. He seems pretty doubtful you'll have to worry about it.

[ve4grm]

Reaghan shrugs and follows Alej.

[ismilealot]

She quirks an eyebrow up at him. "If I needed them I wouldn't be here." with a subtle tilt to her head of arrogance. She was playing her mama now. The cool, calm, collected arrogance of her madre seemed like armor here where she was so far out of her element. She'd seen her mama face down trolls, literally and figuratively. She'd just have to do the same, Namely the troll that was her fear. Outwardly calm Jane headed towards the elevator, using the short, smooth steps that turned her walk into a glide. She made a point of not looking around, at least not with her head. But her eyes were very busily checking out everything in range. She'd never been invited to these sorts of activities. Her sisters had of course. They'd go out all dressed up and come home glowing and excited and full of talk on how much fun they'd had. Jane would hear them from her room. She'd make sure she'd take on a boss fight then so that the noise and concentration would help her not to feel. Seeing it all now, people drinking and laughing and excited to be here, or pretending they were bored because they'd done this just so many times before. It was an alien world, a happy world. A world where this man had a private box, and she was not dressed for the occasion. Jane was so afraid she was close to tears. And she was also at the elevator. She took a deep breath and pushed the button. And got a hold of herself. She forced down her fears. She needed this job. Her money wouldn't last much longer and she couldn't get a real SIN and get a job. They'd deport her, and the minute she got back home he'd know and she'd be dead. If not killed well before then when her real SIN was found out. No doubt he had  tracer programs in place to alert him to her very much alive presence.  So she needed this job and she needed to convince him that her skills were valuable despite her age, despite them being only illusion spells. Besides, it wasn't the spells that mattered as much as the ability to think and outfox the enemy, "A good general won the war before he ever set one soldier on the battlefield. A good general and a good mage Sun Tsu.' But she could also think and use her spells in a firefight when all the drek had hit the fan.  Was good at it as a matter of fact. Now all she had to do was keep her face on and earn this job. The elevator opened up and she stepped in and turned around to face out. She could do this, had to do this. Ok, back straight, chin level, relax the arms, poker face, "I am Twisted Sister, a mage, and mages are to be feared.", she could do this.

Perception test to look around the club on the way to the elevator : 7d6t5: 4 [7d6t5=4, 6, 6, 2, 5, 6, 1]  Perception test: 7d6t5 4]  My perception is 4, Intuition is 5. I've gone ahead and applied a situational modifier of -2 for the ambient lighting. If you prefer something else I'm happy to oblige and re-roll GM.

[p1erx0R]

He pulls up to the warehouse right on time. On time being half an hour late, of course. He took a breath and rolled his head along his shoulders. Show time. With a flourish he opened his door and stepped out, closing it behind him and locking it. He adjusted his suit with a cocky little grin, and spun sauntering to the club like he belonged. Because he did. Most deckers seemed to be reclusive. He couldn't live that live. He had to flourish and spread his wings. Like a bird. Or a computer virus. He sauntered past all the people in line, barely noticing most of them. Of course he did pause now and then to check out a particular pretty lady or an odd individual with good tattoos. Once he approached the bodyguards, he put on his most confident half cocked smile, imitating an aura of confidence and general feeling of belonging. Instead of addressing the bouncers right away, however, he turned towards the line and cocks his head back.Ladies and Gentlemen, I have arrived. That means that this party has indeed, officially, started!! Enjoy ! He spun towards the bouncers and winked to them with a grin again. Where's your VIP room?

[Bewilderbeast]

Frankenstein gave a respectful nod to the troll who waved him past before heading over to the ticket booth. He pulled out his commlink again, summoning an AR window to queue up a transaction. "I would like a ticket, please," Frankie muttered to whatever puberty casualty was manning the ticket booth in this place. "I'm also hoping to meet the event organizer, Mr. AceofSpades? Do you know where I might find him?"

[Moneyspider]

@ Frankenstein: The young sexy woman behind the ticket counter takes a look look at you For you, 25 Nuyen She proceeds with the transaction, Ace is upstairs good luck talking to him though. He'll be in the VIP section. You're able to make it upstairs. The floor is mostly clear and the music's already started. The walls are decorated with both AR and what looks like neon spray paint. There's a long bar on one wall with maybe a half dozen bartenders already running about. The first opener is setting up on the stage. On the wall opposite the bar is a raised area that has a white curtain separating it from the rest of the dance floor.

Two more bouncers are standing at the short stairs parting the curtains. One an extremely attractive elf man, naked from the waist up, and knees down. Long white hair pulled in a tight braid behind his head. Skin pale to the point of glowing in the black-lights, which makes the various tattoos cross-crossing his body, and his lean whipcord muscle, stand out that much more. The other looks like a heavily modified Ares Dualist Drone. Rather then the somewhat bulky samurai armor look they usually have this one is covered in what looks like slim Gothic plate.

@ Phan05: The Minotaur quirks and eyebrow at you while the troll checks a sheet of rigid SmartPaper. Heh, whatever. Take this he'll be up the elevator. The troll then hands you a name badge looking thing, on a lanyard.

@ Twisted Sister: For the most part the first floor looks like any other warehouse. On the far side there's a roll up door. There's a few cars, probably the most VI of the VIP's, A Mitsubishi Nightsky, two Ferrai's with His and Hers License plates, and a MBW 400GT. Then there was the one that stood out most a black paneled Bulldog Step-Van. As you make your way to the line for the freight elevator you spot Alejandro and Reaghan also in line. You know Alejandro in passing, picked up some basic supplies at his shop.

@ Critter: You're waiting at the elevator when you hear Phan05's entrance.

[ve4grm]

Critter looks toward the entrance at the racket, then rolls her eyes at Alej. Some of these people...

[ismilealot]

Jane steps to the elevator having gotten herself firmly in hand, Ok, hold that thought, "I am a mage and mages are to be feared." She looks at the people standing next to her at the elevator doors and wondered if they were mages also and if she was in competition for this job, or if they were going to be part of a team she was working with, or if they were just here for the show.

[Bewilderbeast]

After paying and riding the elevator up, Frankenstein approached the the bare-chested elf guarding the VIP section. "Hey there, I know I'm early but I was hoping to speak to Ace. I understand he may be looking to hire some one of my talents?"

Charisma 2 + Con or Etiquette 3 + Tailored Pheromones 3 = (8d6.hits(5)=1)

[p1erx0R]

He takes the badge on the lanyard and slips it over his neck. Adjusting his suit he grins a little, and makes his way past the bouncers to the elevators. He gives Critter a bit of a nod, then glances at the elevator, waiting for it to open. When it does he would step in and ride it up , making his way down the hallway towards the elf and the drone. He lifts his hand, to display his badge to the elf.

[Moneyspider]

@ Frankenstein: The elf stares at you silently for a moment. Wait here. The elf slips through the curtain with it hardly moving. The drone turns it's featureless face toward you. After about 15 minutes people have started to fill in the dance floor.  You'll see a few others walk past into the VIP area nodding or even addressing the Drone. Ace is busy at this time please enjoy a couple free drinks when he's ready he'll send for you. The elf says appearing suddenly and holding two florescent tickets.

@ Critter, Sister, Phan05: You three, Alejandro and about a dozen other party goes head up in the elevator together. By the time you guys reach the second floor there's plenty of other people dancing, drinking. More then a couple booth for activities that don't work so well on the dance floor.

@ Phan05: The elf nods to you. Far left closest to the stage. Ace will be with you before too long.

@ Sister, Critter: A strange woman approaches you both. Generally her appearance fits perfectly with the rest of the attendees. Going for a Techno shaman look, a long headdress with bright colors  falls over her shoulders. Her torso is covered in loose toga which shifts in color in time with the music. Then the strange part as her bare feminine feet don't quite touch the ground. Twisted Sister, Critter. My shaman would like to speak with you. He gives his word the band won't start till you're ready to see it. The spirit smiles warmly. Waiting for your response.

[ve4grm]

Reaghan sighs. "It's Crwydr," she thinks to herself, holding her tongue. She's used to people not being able to pronounce her name properly, and she accepted the moniker of Critter back in Germany. It still bugs her when even spirits get it wrong, though. Probably the fault of their summoners, anyways.

She wonders just how this shaman knew she would be here, anyways, but doesn't linger on the thought long. People have their ways in the shadows. Probably set her up to be here in the first place.

Reaghan looks at Alej and shrugs. "Prob'ly business. D'you know the shaman she's talking about?"

[ismilealot]

Jane nods, "That is most gracious of your shaman and the pleasure will be mine to speak with him." "The further invitation to the concert is a pleasure that shows his graciousness." she was furiously thinking, trying to emulate elven graciousness in her response from her studies of their culture. She just couldn't think of anything else to add that wouldn't sound like toadying so she just gave up and thought, "alea jacta est" and straightened up and put her face on. The impassive one that her mother hated, "Sonrisa, hija, nada tiene mas fuerze." she would say. But Jane really didn't see the point, she did not possess her sisters charm or beauty. Nobody noticed Jane, smiling or not.