[Tenlaar]

Adopting a comically bad Jamaican accent, Cheshire smiles.  "Jah mon, I go take a look."  Dropping both the accent and the smile, he leans forward in his chair.  "I trust that you would not be sending me somewhere that you did not think I could get out of.  And that if I find these children, I will be getting a cut of those "resources" you mentioned."

He scoots up to the edge of his chair and hops off.  He makes a show of straightening his clothes and jacket while reassuring himself that his foci and reagents are in place.  "Now then, if there is nothing else I need to know?"

[Poindexter]

@Duck You end your call with Zipline, she even thanks you before she hangs up, she MUST be really worried.

You decide to down another tequila shot, "Yo, Duck, we're back on in 2" Carl, the singer yells before heading back toward the stage. You straighten up, heeding out to finish the remainder of your set. Damn it feels good to be performing in front of a crowd again.

Another tight set and a couple of encores later, you find yourself out back, Deen brings round of shots out back "Tight set boys" she smiles, walking over to you, handing you a shot. You down it quickly before Deen slams you in to wall, hard. Moving closer she speaks, you smell the vodka on her breath "Let's settle with Andy then roll, yeah Sweetie?" she winks.

Drek...

Duck leans his head up to kiss her briefly, then pulls back and responds, "Baby, you know this aint about money. I filled in tonight cause you needed me." He reaches one arm around her waist, and winks back as he says "But, you're gonna have to wait to thank me for another day, unless you wanna try and fuck in a coffin." He can tell from the confusion spreading across her face, she hasn't seen the news about the explosion, and has no clue what duck is talking about. "Bridge is out. Unless you got some friends on the island i don't know about, we're crashin in coffins tonight."
well, fuck it, she's already gonna be mad, lets just blow the whole wad, why not?

"Besides, i got some shit I gotta take care of once we get packed up. Between sets, i got a call from my brother's baby mama. She's trippin and needs a hand with somethin."
Recognizing the look and dreading the situations that it foretells in the days to come, the slighty drunk, aroused, and fearful ork quickly adds, "Go get your loot while i get all my shit loaded up. I'll see ya before i leave."

[SlowDeck]

Trance stood barely over five feet ten inches, with green shoulderblade-length hair. She was wearing a loose black t-shirt, depicting a troll with what looked like a minigun strapped to each arm and one on each side of his head, and a pair of jeans that hugged her curves. Her feet were covered in a pair of combat-style boots that were just barely small enough to fit her; the laces were obviously pulled slightly tighter than the boots were normally designed for. On one arm, designed in a tentacle-style that mimicked an alien device from a science fiction trid a couple years back, was a green holster for her commlink. Her ears remained unpierced, while she had mystical tattoos along her forehead, cheeks, and arms.

"Yes, he does," she said with a smile.

She followed the troll back, careful to not touch him at all during the trip while making it a point not to get away from where he could observe. Once she was in the room, she blinked, then nervously waved hello to the other person in the room.

Is this a trap? Crap, what did my parents do in traps? Okay, think, what would my mother say? "If in doubt, double the explosives." No, not helpful! Okay, about people? "If you set a Johnson a fire, he will be warm for a day and then screw you over for another fire tomorrow. If you set a Johnson on fire, he will be warm for the rest of his life." I now know why Dad didn't let her talk to strangers much...

"Um, hi. I guess you're here for the Fireworks Action Committee too?"

I could always stun him, steal any credsticks he has, and report him to the police as a flasher... No! Stop thinking like Mom!

[kalarin]

@Angel
With a burst of speed you rush to the end of the alley, deftly ducking left. You vault over a trash bin, accelerating once you land, forcing your way past anyone that gets in your way. Drek, well THAT was the wrong car to steal… even if the womanising bastard deserved it. There are two humans hot on your trail. The boost was going without a hitch, one minute more and you'd have been away scot free. You're no idiot, however. The difference between a poor and great boost IS the difference of seconds. You'd been too slow.

You look back at you assaliants, they are gaining on you. You dig deep, drawing all the stamina you can muster, rushing off in to the crowd. Perhaps a final sprint will help you lose them. Weaving left and right while running is definitely slowing you down, though neither chaser has managed to fire off their taser so far.

Luckily you're about halfway across an intersection as the lights go green . Cars surge forward just as you cross the street. Hopefully that will slow those bastards down. Doolan's is only two blocks from here. If you can make it there you're sure you'll be fine. You've heard about Doolan's through Joe and know it's your best bet. Joe's the fixer you've recently met. You don't really like, let alone trust him, though you do need someone to take items off your hands, which you must admit he does quite well.

You finally arrive, the troll on the door giving you the once over as you enter. You've been here a few times before, though always to meet someone. Sitting at the bar, you order a small bottle of baijiu, warm, one cup. Might as well relax a bit before heading home. looking up at the trid overhead, you watching the new unfold. Looks like you're stuck here for a while longer.

A human, mid 30's, wearing a stupid leather jacket and fedora struts over "Aint seen you before baby… How bout a party with Swish? Swish definitely show you a good night" You've seen this chump before, always talking to someone unlucky girl. He's harmless, those trolls would grind him to paste in a heartbeat. Ignoring him completley, you focusing on the news reporter on the trid. You grab your commlink, it looks like you'll need to find somewhere to stay for the night. May as well message Joe too, You never know what car he's after, you may be able to find one on the trip home...

[reyjinn]

On second thought, this chummer might go down hard.  Hard to say as he's sitting down but Slim is around half a foot taller than you but on the verge of being too thin.  He's wearing a unbuttoned dark charcoal 3/4 coat over a plain black t-shirt and black jeans.  His combat boots are scuffed and obviously well worn in and you can catch a glimpse of a small baton on his hip.  There is nothing shiny or reflective on his person, all buttons are either dark matte or purposefully scuffed.  His hair is short and brown, intended more for comfort and ease rather than style.  He has tattoos on the backs of both hands and also on the right side of his neck.  You only catch a glimpse of his eyes as he glances up before continuing with what is best described as sullen brooding.

Fucking trog doesn't seem to have found reason to bat this chick around, damned sexual discrimination is everywhere. Well, playing rough with a girl this nice would be a shame, even if she's too skinny and WAY too green. Looks to be mojo'd though, or at least a wannabe. Better be on my guard, you never know with these awakened types.

"No, I don't believe I am. You sure you're at the right spot?"

[Laereth]

Oh yeah. Now I remember what bars are for...

Angel smiles shyly looking for a quick escape but realises he probably wouldn't take no for an answer anyway. Guessing Swish to be about a 2 she scans the crowd for a desperate 3 on the rebound. She takes a stab at Swish's age.

Hmm. Maybe one with daddy issues...

Judge Intentions= 6d6t5: 3 [6d6t5=1, 6, 2, 2, 6, 5]
http://orokos.com/roll/189823#

She takes her best guess and orders a Cosmopolitan for her target on her Commlink and put's Swish's name on it.

Swish, you just bought that woman a drink. Don't let it go to waste. You'll probably be busy so talk later?

Flicking the Commlink open to access the keyboard she flicks a message out to Joe.

>>Message
     >>Contact: Honest Joe
          >>Out at Doolan's. Done for the night as the bridge is closed. I'll get a new hit list from you in the morning.

Check the time and go find myself a corner to stand in. At least it's warm.

(Subtracting 15 nuyen from character)

[Celtibero]

Strange, what do we have? an explosion, right... why are the pawns questioning people? yet all the media goes silent about it.... its starting to smell like a kitty litter and its not my fault this time... Cracking her knuckles and shuffling her bleached  short hair Caroline decides to go at it in another way, time to find out... hell if i am going to be stranded on this stinky island for hell knows how long.

The jest from the ork still ringing in her ears I´ll get you some other time... bakayarou...

>>Compose message
   >>contact: Jill
      >> Ohayou! you know anything about the incident on Fox island bridge? has Charlie choked to death already? (*3*)ノ*

The AR message display quickly vanishing after the message is sent and Kitty starts heading to the bathroom, and to Kitty's (lack of) surprise it was pretty much like the rest of the place, sleazy and unkept.

Hew!! right... clean stall..clean stall.. HEW!!! ok.. not so dirty stall... there was not much to choose from, only three stall, its was like picking the lesser evil in the ladies bathroom, there was some traffic, one ork girl in tight syntleather adjusting her make-up and  a skinny girl that kept talking to herself on a hype manner, Jazz addict... for sure. Kitty chose the one of the least filthy ones, the one on the back, settling in, grabbing some paper to put on the top of the seat, bolting the door and enabling the video display from the implanted commlink to a small pop up window in her right upper side corner field of view, Just in case... She thought. Her backpack providing some comfort to her back, she let herself go into VR.

Her persona coming to life and merging with her implanted cyberdeck icon, a human sized "Hello Kitty", no surprise to anyone that knew her, as the meat world vanished the full life colours of the matrix came in to view, around her icons of other devices, persona's and the like, not paying much attention to the bystanders, kitty's persona just soared into the space heading to the matrix location of the Fox Bridge, Kitty's background theme a no frills thing, just using the plain ol'NeoNET standard setup, shades of digital greens and grey, an emerald sky above her and plenty of hosts on her field of view, the vast mass of the icons, adverts, spamverts and all the nuisances the matrix usually spewed at you.

>>shutdown program
   >>exploit
>>Load Agent
   >>Agent rate 3: Missy
      >>Set agent command routine
         >>Hello Missy, run a matrix search pattern for me: Fox bridge; Explosion; Knight Errant; claiming credits for event.

As her agent loaded the small form of an orange cartoon kitty took form right next to Kitty's persona, snuggling up to kitty's persona legs and letting a small virtual Miau meaning that she had her job, hoping into the matrix Missy went.

>>setup safety protocols
   >>Enable hot-sim
>> Setup Stealth protocol
   >>Enable silent running

With the feeling of the full matrix experience kicking in, Kitty flew (literally) towards the Fox Bridge, gazing at the virtual scene she looked for icons that might give her a hint of what was going on.



Agent rate 3 image
matrix perception for Fox bridge: 9d6t5 2
Missy matrix search: 7d6t5 4

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[SlowDeck]

On second thought, this chummer might go down hard.  Hard to say as he's sitting down but Slim is around half a foot taller than you but on the verge of being too thin.  He's wearing a unbuttoned dark charcoal 3/4 coat over a plain black t-shirt and black jeans.  His combat boots are scuffed and obviously well worn in and you can catch a glimpse of a small baton on his hip.  There is nothing shiny or reflective on his person, all buttons are either dark matte or purposefully scuffed.  His hair is short and brown, intended more for comfort and ease rather than style.  He has tattoos on the backs of both hands and also on the right side of his neck.  You only catch a glimpse of his eyes as he glances up before continuing with what is best described as sullen brooding.

Fucking trog doesn't seem to have found reason to bat this chick around, damned sexual discrimination is everywhere. Well, playing rough with a girl this nice would be a shame, even if she's too skinny and WAY too green. Looks to be mojo'd though, or at least a wannabe. Better be on my guard, you never know with these awakened types.

"No, I don't believe I am. You sure you're at the right spot?"

Trance looked at the wall, and intentionally leaned against a part of it right next to the door. She took a quick glance at the tattoos, trying to see what they were, just in case they were arcane or gang markings. Made it a point not to look more than a second. Her hand came up to play nervously with the end of her hair.

Seems to be in a dark mood. Her thoughts paused a moment. Well, then again, I would be too if trolls roughed me up a bit.

"Right spot? Not even close." She sighed theatrically. "But I can't afford to sip champagne off the stomachs of Japanese women and smoke tobacco in solid gold pipes every day. So, close enough for the moment." She winked.

I hope the deadpan delivery didn't ruin the joke!

She then noticed her hand was playing with her hair and quickly pulled it down.

"This not where I should be, but the bridge closing eliminated Plan A. An alternative was needed."

No need to inform him this is Plan C. Like Mom always said, Plan B is always twice as many explosives as Plan A. And Plan A didn't involved explosives.

[reyjinn]

Trance looked at the wall, and intentionally leaned against a part of it right next to the door. She took a quick glance at the tattoos, trying to see what they were, just in case they were arcane or gang markings. Made it a point not to look more than a second. Her hand came up to play nervously with the end of her hair.

Seems to be in a dark mood. Her thoughts paused a moment. Well, then again, I would be too if trolls roughed me up a bit.

"Right spot? Not even close." She sighed theatrically. "But I can't afford to sip champagne off the stomachs of Japanese women and smoke tobacco in solid gold pipes every day. So, close enough for the moment." She winked.

I hope the deadpan delivery didn't ruin the joke!

She then noticed her hand was playing with her hair and quickly pulled it down.

"This not where I should be, but the bridge closing eliminated Plan A. An alternative was needed."

No need to inform him this is Plan C. Like Mom always said, Plan B is always twice as many explosives as Plan A. And Plan A didn't involved explosives.

That actually managed to bring a small smile to Slim's face.  "Sorry about that, being manhandled by a troll with an inferiority complex doesn't bring out the best in me." Slim sighs and sits up straight, gesturing to one of the chairs in the room,  "Please, have a seat. The explosion is actually why I'm here too. I wasn't sure if I was going to see Andy but if I'm stuck on this rock... might as well.  I'm Josh but by all means call me Slim." Slim sticks his hand out, "So, what should I call you?"

[kalarin]

@Cheshier
"You be makin fun of my accent, small fry?" Andy looks a little annoyed, though his features quickly smooth over "It take a REAL Jamaican  ta talk like dis. You sound like some impostoar, fool." he's pointing at himself as he talks about jamaicans.. You're not sure if he's serious, or if he's talking drek. "As to ya other question..,I didn't get my reputation, sendin people ta die, feel me?" Reaching down, you hear Andy open one of the drawers from his desk. He places a second glass on the table, filling both from the decanter on his desk, sliding a glass over the table toward you. "Drink up, then we get you ta look. I have another room you can use, mon. Shouldn't be a problem, back in a flash, my boys look after your meat while you gone" Andy grins, "Perfectly safe"

@Duckdown
You reel back as she slaps you. "You best not be shooting off to see some other slut" she shouts, slurring her words. Jesus, that hurt. She laughs "Of course you're not" she smiles at you "You aren't crazy, are you?"

Carl joins laughing, cracking open a beer. "Take it easy on the poor guy, looks like he's about to have a heart attack" he raises his bootle and tilts it in your direction "Cheers for filling in, that was some tight as drek drumming tonight"

You think about packing up your kit. Although the bridge is only 6.5km away, you imagine the traffic north will be shot. Drek is it safe to travel on foot?

@Angel
You quickly dismiss Swish as your typical all talk, no walk, drek talker. You're pretty sure you'd make him scream like a girl in a real fight. You see him shrug, leaning on the bar, occasionally glaring in your direction. Not long after, the bartender serves the cosmo you ordered and you see Swish quickly shuffle off to take credit

Your commlink buzzes. You weren't expecting a response so quickly...

Incoming Message:
      >>Contact: Honest Joe
         >>Doolan's? I saw the report on the trid. I have interests on Fox Island, I want that damn bridge open. Interested in some nuyen? See Andy, the owner. He may have use for your skills. Guess you won't be delivering the 400GT I asked for? Careful of the bouncers, they're a touchy lot.

I have another contact at Doolan's, asked him to look in to some missing kids. This goddamn explosion is more important, I'll attach his details, see if the two of you can find out what the hell's going on.
   >>Attachment: Slim Commcode

You think back, embarrassed you got caught. Luckily Joe doesn't need to know the details of the botched boost. You'd think the kids would take priority, you guess the closed bridge will cost Joe nuyen.

[SlowDeck]

That actually managed to bring a small smile to Slim's face.  "Sorry about that, being manhandled by a troll with an inferiority complex doesn't bring out the best in me." Slim sighs and sits up straight, gesturing to one of the chairs in the room,  "Please, have a seat. The explosion is actually why I'm here too. I wasn't sure if I was going to see Andy but if I'm stuck on this rock... might as well.  I'm Josh but by all means call me Slim." Slim sticks his hand out, "So, what should I call you?"

Trance nodded, wincing as she recalled the sight. "I saw it, but couldn't intervene. I made certain to keep a bit of distance on my way here."

She tilted her head, pondering the offer, and walked over to sit in the nearest empty chair, keeping her back straight and sitting on the edge.

"I'm willing to bet KE is behind it. Dumb fraggers probably did it by accident and confused themselves into thinking something else happened."

She leaned forward, reaching out to shake his hand, while her free hand instinctively reached up to brush her hair back from her face. "It's nice to meet you, Slim. I'm Trance!"

[Laereth]

Checking out the message she flicks a message out on her Commlink.

  >>Message
     >>Contact: Honest Joe, Slimm Commcode
          Hi there. Looks like Joe wants to circle his wagons. Free to talk?

  >>Message
     >>Contact: Honest Joe
          I am heading back to talk to Andy now. An introduction may grease some wheels...

She flips the lid with an audible snap and pushes off her bar stool. She checks her extendable baton is within easy reach on the external pocket of her backpack and starts to head for the trolls that are taking up doorways. She waits until she's on their radar before making her way up to them.

I think Andy might be expecting me.

[Tenlaar]

Oi, probably shouldn't mock a guy that trolls call boss.

Cheshire scoops up the drink and throws it back in one motion, wincing as it goes down. Exhaling hard and trying not to shudder, he sits the glass down and nods.  "Call your boys, let's get to snooping."

Sure hope nobody else is hanging around, this never was my strongest subject in school...

[kalarin]

@Kitty You're seen litter boxes tidier than these bathroom stalls. You turn up your nose in disgust, looking for the best of the bad. The skinny girls lifts her head, gazing at you, eyes glassy and hands shaking. "Please, just a couple nuyen? Y-y-you don't have any jazz? That'd be great…" she looks desperately hopeless, an addict for sure.

Entering the stall, you shut the door, locking yourself in. Gah, you almost stood in something. Jacking in, your feel the rush of leaving your meat body behind, the unpleasant smell of the stall a fading memory.

Missy bounds off, jumping in to the air, tail swishing behind her. You hope she kinds something useful, though you know a thorough search will take a little time…

You launch yourself upward, racing toward Fox Island, icons flashing past as you move, you ignore them, pushing on. You reach your target quickly, filtering through the mass of icons for any clues. Running a quick scan, you notice several Ares icons in the area. These must be the Knight Errant on the scene. You also note the mass of cars, there are a lot, must be really jammed up. Dismissing them for now, you take a look at the bridge itself. No systems are running, it must be completely shut down.

A quick hop and you arrive at the Boat Ramp. the icons of the ships docked grab your attention. You also spot the control room, that must be where ships radio, signalling their arrival. Looks like explosion didn't take it out.

You ponder your options, a few places to look at, but where to start?

[Celtibero]

hmm boats, boat captain asked to stay for questioning by the pawns... comm central for boats... I wonder if they keep any files or footage tehre about the lockdown... sorry Missy I´ll have to stop you for a while

>>compose message
   >>Missy, cancel seach pattern and start shutdown
>>shutdown program
   >>Toolbox
>>Load program
   >>signal scrub
   >>Baby Monitor


In truth it really was a matter of knowing how good the host was, the noise being a problem outside it. As missy vanished, her program shutting down, Kitty focused her attention on the host in front of her.

Right... lets see how well defended you are.

matrix perception - limit 4: 9d6t5 2
Matrix perception - limit 4: 2#9d6t5 2 3

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