[RagallachMC]

Beetle steps into the club already nodding his head to the music's bassline.  He steps into the crowd and moves his way towards the bar.  Grab a drink, then find Johnson  Flagging down the bartender and waits a minute for him to make his way down.  "Let me get a beer, dude!", Beetle yells to be heard over the music and the crowd.  Once the beer is in his hand he makes his way back into the crowd and  up the stairs to level 2.

Beetle scans the crowd and spots the red headed server making her way through the crowd.  Beetle makes his way to intercept her and catches her attention.  "When she gets close, Beetle leans in so that she can hear him. "Hey!  I'm supposed to be meeting a Mr Johnson somewhere around here!  Know where that might be?!"

[Volker]

Arachnos/Titanium

The bartender now leans a little bit closer, so you can't understand anything.

Mercy

The bartender now leans a little bit closer, so that anybody further away than a couple of inches can't understand anything. "Sorry, miss." You seem to hear a hint of real respect for you. "My apologies." He produces a small ARO in form of a key. "Please, take this key and move to the room on the right wall. It's unlabeled, and only for private business." That said, he raises his voice to a normal tune again.

Mercy/Arachnos/Titanium

"You'd have a beer, Miss?"

Beetle

"Oh, hello," the waitress says shyly smiling. "You must be, uh, one of Johnson's guests, I suppose. Silly me, sure you are." While stammering, she produces an ARO in form of a key. "You see the door to the right, over there? He'll meet you in there... Sir."
You don't fail to notice that she's hot.

[Landmine]

Mercy

The bartender now leans a little bit closer, so that anybody further away than a couple of inches can't understand anything. "Sorry, miss." You seem to hear a hint of real respect for you. "My apologies." He produces a small ARO in form of a key. "Please, take this key and move to the room on the right wall. It's unlabeled, and only for private business." That said, he raises his voice to a normal tune again.

Mercy/Arachnos/Titanium

"You'd have a beer, Miss?"

Mercy smiles, "I'll take something imported, dark, and in a bottle. Dealer's choice."

She presents her credstick, takes her drink then moves towards the concealed door. She stops well away from it, checks to see if anyone is paying attention to her, then produces the ARO to it.

[RagallachMC]

"Thanks!", Beetle says to the waitress as he grabs the ARO.  "Here's my contact information if you ever need my...services.", and he produces an ARO of his own that he hands to her.  "Gotta run!  Biz to handle!", and then he makes his way to the unmarked door.

[SnowDragon]

The tender leaned in, voice dropping to a low, hushed whisper, inaudible compared to the loud music and buzz of the place she was in, the activity all around her as people got well and truly smashed this evening. No occasion. Just a time to drink, get wasted and hang out with friends, wasting what little spending cred they had to burn. A tap on her shoulder that she only paid half attention to, a waitress with a tray of drinks trying to hock her something. For sake of appearances, she swiped out with her hand and swiped the credstick in seconds, taking the 'local' brew in glass bottle in hand, gripping around it tightly. The screwtop closed for now, but armed if she needed it. The girl mistaken for her in all that finery shifted away from the bartender and his bar, off to the flank somewhere... And she followed, slipping through the crowd. She wasn't entirely trying to be sneaky about it, the size of the crowd, the drunks and the staffers make it easy enough to follow a handful of metres back without getting a blade to the stomach.

And when she stopped at the unmarked door, she broke from the crowd while the girl was trying to see if she'd been followed (And she had been.) Titanium approached, slow and front on, speaking softly, just enough to be heard, beer in hand. "A pleasure to meet you. Thank you for not using my name," A smile. First of the new team.

[Landmine]

The tender leaned in, voice dropping to a low, hushed whisper, inaudible compared to the loud music and buzz of the place she was in, the activity all around her as people got well and truly smashed this evening. No occasion. Just a time to drink, get wasted and hang out with friends, wasting what little spending cred they had to burn. A tap on her shoulder that she only paid half attention to, a waitress with a tray of drinks trying to hock her something. For sake of appearances, she swiped out with her hand and swiped the credstick in seconds, taking the 'local' brew in glass bottle in hand, gripping around it tightly. The screwtop closed for now, but armed if she needed it. The girl mistaken for her in all that finery shifted away from the bartender and his bar, off to the flank somewhere... And she followed, slipping through the crowd. She wasn't entirely trying to be sneaky about it, the size of the crowd, the drunks and the staffers make it easy enough to follow a handful of metres back without getting a blade to the stomach.

And when she stopped at the unmarked door, she broke from the crowd while the girl was trying to see if she'd been followed (And she had been.) Titanium approached, slow and front on, speaking softly, just enough to be heard, beer in hand. "A pleasure to meet you. Thank you for not using my name," A smile. First of the new team.

Mercy looks the new arrival up and down, then checks to make sure no one is eavesdropping.

"Null sweat. I'm Mercy. Have to say, I'm starting to wonder about this job. What's the point of getting a private room if you tell the whole fraggin staff our names? I don't suppose you know the other guy who was hanging around the bartender?"

[Volker]

Mercy and all the eavesdroppers

The 'tender answers dryly: "We don't serve bottled niggers, miss."
Anyway, he turns around and grabs a bottle, unplugs it and pours its content into a glass. Depending on her reaction to the joke, he hands her the beer grinning or a little shyly.

Beetle

She stares at him. "Oh. Uh, wow, thank you." She smiles, then looks after him as he heads for the door.

Anyone who opens the door wielding the key ARO

Behind you find a dimly lit room. It is not very big, but quite cozy. A fake fire casts light on four red sofas surrounding a small glass table. The walls are painted in elegant emerald green and have a texture like glass. The exterior wall, however, is a big window, allowing the view on Seattle at night. There are painting and wallscreens on the walls, and the whole room is lit by indirect light. It's nothing special, but a really nice conference room.
A conference room without audience.

[8-bit]

That's just great. They are so paranoid yet have such terrible security. What a nuisance.

Arachnos hangs back for a few minutes before approaching the bartender. I wonder if they are recognizing us by our faces. Guess I'll find out.

"Hello, I seem to be a little lost." he says with a, fake, sheepish grin. "I was supposed to meet my friend here; the reservation is under Mr. Johnson. Could you help me?"

[Volker]

Arachnos

The bartender grins as you approach him and straightens his back, displaying a whole lot more of muscles that you know human beings are supposed to have.
"Ha! Sure, who would that be. And your name is...?"

[8-bit]

Arachnos tilts his head slightly as he looks over the bartender. Were the muscles supposed to be intimidating? Damn it, I don't have time for this. Security already held me for longer than I wanted. In a low voice, in order to avoid eavesdropping, he says, "You can call me Arachnos."

[Volker]

"Oh."
"Oh!
Sure, sir. Here's the key."
He hands you the same key-shaped ARO, then tilts his head in to suggest the direction of the door. "You see the unlabeled door over there? Mr. J's gonna meet you there."

[8-bit]

Playing the role of the Japanese businessman once again, Arachnos nods, and says "Arigato, my friend. Thank you very much." He accepts the ARO and bows in thanks. He then takes his leave and heads towards the door that the bartender indicated.

I'm not exactly sure if he could have possibly been more obvious. Even if it's his first time dealing with runners, that was ... bad.

Arachnos is careful to keep the thoughts out of his expression, and looks at the door in AR. Sure enough, there's a keyhole. He takes the glowing key, and inserts it. I bet a skilled hacker could tear this place apart, all of it's defenses are Matrix based. Not that that's every helped me. Fortunately, everything works fine as the door opens. He enters into the room. He looks around, checking out his surroundings. I suppose it's a nice room. No shadows though. I'm not sure if that's good or bad yet.

[Volker]

Arachnos

As you move closer to the table you find it's surface is a screen. In this case, a screen displaying the cocktail menu.

[SnowDragon]

Titanium shifted upon her feet, leaning to the right a sight to get an overview of everything that had passed over behind her, while at the same time keeping her head turned to the girl, Mercy, now that she had a name to attach to the face of the person she'd just met, but would almost certainly be working together with in the very near future. It was clear that the over-dressed woman was eyeing Mercy up, getting a feel for where her skills might lay, and she didn't really bother to hide it all that much. The sooner they were aware of each other's skillset the better. But before she could cookup a response, the devil himself, the very subject of their conversation strolled right on by them without a single word as to why they were waiting at the unmarked door, popped the AR key and siddled his way inside the private room itself without so much as a passing glance to the pair.

Her eyes turned to Mercy's once more, giving her a perfectly easy to see 'what the drek' look before opening her mouth to speak, still gripping that full bottle of booze, as a drink for later, or as a weapon... "Well, that'd be contestant number three, and he's certainly wasting no time. Shall we as well?" She offered her free hand as a motion of 'after you' before following in, stepping in behind the man who had cleared the doorway itself, but there was no Johnson to be found within.

As if to annouce to the man who had entered the room first, she spoke up about nothing in particular. "Ah, the ones who want to teleconference..."

Code: [Select]

Perception test (For Mercy) To determine likely skillset/stats.
3,5,5,2, = One hit.

[Landmine]

Mercy and all the eavesdroppers

The 'tender answers dryly: "We don't serve bottled niggers, miss."
Anyway, he turns around and grabs a bottle, unplugs it and pours its content into a glass. Depending on her reaction to the joke, he hands her the beer grinning or a little shyly.

The terrible joke receives another flat stare and a single raised eyebrow. Mercy wastes no more time on him as she leaves the bar.

Titanium shifted upon her feet, leaning to the right a sight to get an overview of everything that had passed over behind her, while at the same time keeping her head turned to the girl, Mercy, now that she had a name to attach to the face of the person she'd just met, but would almost certainly be working together with in the very near future. It was clear that the over-dressed woman was eyeing Mercy up, getting a feel for where her skills might lay, and she didn't really bother to hide it all that much. The sooner they were aware of each other's skillset the better. But before she could cookup a response, the devil himself, the very subject of their conversation strolled right on by them without a single word as to why they were waiting at the unmarked door, popped the AR key and siddled his way inside the private room itself without so much as a passing glance to the pair.

Her eyes turned to Mercy's once more, giving her a perfectly easy to see 'what the drek' look before opening her mouth to speak, still gripping that full bottle of booze, as a drink for later, or as a weapon... "Well, that'd be contestant number three, and he's certainly wasting no time. Shall we as well?" She offered her free hand as a motion of 'after you' before following in, stepping in behind the man who had cleared the doorway itself, but there was no Johnson to be found within.

As if to annouce to the man who had entered the room first, she spoke up about nothing in particular. "Ah, the ones who want to teleconference..."

Code: [Select]

Perception test (For Mercy) To determine likely skillset/stats.
3,5,5,2, = One hit.

"Might as well. It doesn't look like subtlety is an option any more."

Mercy walks into the room with Titanium and takes a look around. She cycles her vision through its low-light and thermographic modes, looking for oddities. She then greets the third runner to show up, "Is it just me, or does this whole setup scream 'amatuer hour'?"