[RagallachMC]

Beetle steps out of the cab in front of 7th Heaven and takes in the scene in the front with a smile. This is gonna be fun!. Turning back, he pays for the ride and leaves a nice tip through the cab's ARO.  The cabbie smiles and says, "thanks, chummer!" Before he peels off into the night.

Beetle dressed up as best he could for the meet.  A light blue polo shirt, a dark blue blazer with silver piping, dark blue denim jeans and a pair of grey sneakers.  His long blond hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail and he was wearing amber colored sunglasses.  He was here as the 'tech guy', so he hoped Johnson didn't mind that he wasn't dressed to the nines.

Beetle gets into line and waits for his turn to step inside.

[8-bit]

Arachnos rather enjoyed public transportation.

Sure, it wasn't the cleanest thing, and it wasn't as nice as a private car. But at least no one asked too many questions, you just paid your fare, and they got you there. Granted, they took their sweet time to do it, but they got you there; 9 times out of 10. Sometimes you could even pick up some interesting information from the wageslaves gossip. And above all, public transportation had one thing going for it.

It sure as hell beat walking.

The ride was fairly boring, everyone just minded their own business. Arachnos got out a few blocks away from Seventh Heaven, of course. It wouldn't do to appear coming out of a bus. Or would it? Perhaps they would appreciate someone who blended in with the normal folk. No, probably not. He walked his way towards his destination.

He was dressed in a good Zoe Executive suit, probably a little too well dressed for this place. Then again, they might just assume he was a rich guy who was slumming, which would be fine by him. Either way, he had no doubt he would fit in. His only concern was that the spirit he encountered earlier might show up, it was unlikely, and he doubted anything would come of it. Easy there, you're slipping a little far into paranoia there. Just relax, fit in. Everything is going to turn out fine; it always does.

Arachnos briefly thought about peeking into the Astral, but he remembered the sight he saw before. He dismissed the thought, there was no need.

Mimicking everyone else's excitement, he steps into the line and waits to go in.

[Volker]

The crowd is a bizarre mix of people. You find teenies, styled up with green hair, glowing tattoes, ARO auras, skirts which are hardly longer than some belts you've seen and machine pistols. You find execs heading for a meeting, dressed in shirts and suits, nice black boots and the most convinving I'm-not-armor-armor. You find the average thirty-five-year old dude hanging out with some buddies. You find virtually everything. On a Wednesday.

The queue is processed quite fast. They have either much or good personnel, both probably. Soon you find yourself in front of a troll - dressed in a very fine suit that just so doesn't manage to conceal hig bug gun and cudgel - towering before you.
"SIN or name please," he says.

[RagallachMC]

"Orale, dude.", Beetle says to the troll as he steps up.  He activates the ARO that has his fake SIN and pulls it up for the troll to inspect.

[Shrazkil]

Hermes increases his charisma before leaving the house, then gets himself a taxi to head to the club.

[Volker]

The troll waves Beetle in without further comment to check the others in the row (including Hermes).
Behind him there's another security, as well-dressed as the one before, but less troll. "Please hand over any weapons, sir."
He gestures to a box, one of many that wait behind his corner. Meanwhile, he produces a handy retina-scanner.
"Once you deposited all your arms here, sir, might I please ask you the have your retina recorded. After that, you're free to dance the fuck outta ya."
He smiles - the kind of smile you smile when you smile more often in a minute than the word smile occurs in this sentence - and waits for you to hand over your guns and knives.

[Landmine]

Mercy spends the afternoon loading her gear into a duffel bag in case she needs to move quickly to get to her flight. She makes arrangements to pay her rent and expenses remotely if needed. She tucks her credsticks into an interior pocket, and holsters her combat knives and Remington Suppressor. After taking care of her hair and makeup, she puts her ballistic mask into a pocket and throws on her lined coat. She fires up her Mirage and parks outside Seventh Heaven.

Ugh, she mentally groans looking at the mass of metahumanity waiting outside. At least the line seems to be moving quickly.

She waits her turn giving off her best, "don't slotting talk to me vibe". And when asked for her name simply states, "Mercy," interested to see how much Jameson shared with the Johnson.

[8-bit]

As the line starts moving forward, Arachnos thinks Ah, screw it, never hurts to be too paranoid.

He takes a quick glance around him, making sure no one is looking. Good, no one seemed to be; they were all lost in their private conversations. With a quiet mutter, his spell starts to take shape; changing his features to resemble a Japanese man. He briefly feels a bit of pain, but it subsides quickly.

He arrives at the front, and with a winning smile, says "Samuel. Here's my SIN."

Come on technology, don't fail me now. Just broadcast my SIN successfully.

[Volker]

Mercy

The troll nods curtly and ushers you on. The second security smiles his most winning smile before he asks you to unhand your arms.

Arachnos

Your SIN is being checked, then the troll frowns. "Excuse me, Sir, there seems to be a problem with your SIN."
He gives you a moment, than adds. "Just joking. Get yourself in there, Mister."

[RagallachMC]

Beetle looks at the second Troll and sees the Retinal Scanner.  That is not chill!  Pretending like his shoe is untied, Beetle steps to the side and lets the couple behind him step up first.  He focuses on his AR display and looks for the Icon of the scanner.

[Volker]

It flies directly in front of your eyes, a virtual image of the real thing, just waiting to get marked.

[RagallachMC]

Beetle's persona reaches through the Matrix and pulls out a golden flow of Resonance. Using his hands, he shapes the swirling energy into a spear and plunges it into the icon of the Retinal Scanner.

[Volker]

Beetle

The spear bursts as it hits the Retinal Scanner icon, fading into nothingness without having caused so much as a scratch. Well, if you look closely, there actually is a scratch, but not really one worth mentioning. Fortunately, the security system doesn't seem to have noticed you.

[Landmine]

Mercy surrenders her knives and Suppressor. She looks at the retinal scanner skeptically, "What's the scan for?"

[8-bit]

Arachnos flashes another smile and walks on through. Damn technology never works properly. Nearly gave me a heart attack.

Once inside, Arachnos looks around him, searching for any exits other than the one he went through.