[RagallachMC]

Beetle flicks the key ARO at the door and waits for the lock to click before turning the knob and opening the door.  He walks in, taking in the room and the three people inside.  "Chill, I was hoping I wasn't the first one here.", he says with a half smile.  "I'm Beetle.  I'm your Matrix and tech dude."  He walks further into the room looking out the window for a second before sitting himself on one of the red couches.  "Pretty sweet digs, neh?", he says and then takes a long pull off his beer.

[Volker]

She then greets the third runner to show up, "Is it just me, or does this whole setup scream 'amatuer hour'?"

"It is not just you," you hear a relatively deep and pleasent voice rumble in. It belongs to a very tall figure standing in the doorframe and striding right through without so much as greeting you. His face is stern yet handsome, serious yet relaxed. He's wearing an elegant suite and only a shadowrunner or other professional would recognize it as profound armor. His stride is something in between the loping of a hunting wolf and the self-confident stride of a president. The long ponytail, which is slightly shimmering in a metallic fashion doesnt manage - or attempt - to hide his pointy ears or his datajack. Obviously, he's wearing no weapon, but he also doesn't appear to need one.
You might find him sympathetic or no, cool or no, tough or no, but there's no way you don't find him professional.

"You may call me FY. Let's hope Mr. Johnson is more professional than the location he chose."
He appears to be a little bit ... unsatisfied with the occasion, otherwise a little dry yet eager and not unfriendly per se.

[8-bit]

Everyone seemed to have arrived all at once. Arachnos turns around to see a few runners in the room.

"You may call me FY. Let's hope Mr. Johnson is more professional than the location he chose."

"I certainly hope so. What I've seen so far is not very appealing."

He looks around the room. "Since we all seem to be passing out names, I suppose I should tell you mine. You can call me Arachnos."

[Landmine]

"Pretty sweet digs, neh?", he says and then takes a long pull off his beer.

"Nice to meet you, Beetle. I would have preferred something a bit more private. But it'll do."

"It is not just you," you hear a relatively deep and pleasent voice rumble in. It belongs to a very tall figure standing in the doorframe and striding right through without so much as greeting you. His face is stern yet handsome, serious yet relaxed. He's wearing an elegant suite and only a shadowrunner or other professional would recognize it as profound armor. His stride is something in between the loping of a hunting wolf and the self-confident stride of a president. The long ponytail, which is slightly shimmering in a metallic fashion doesnt manage - or attempt - to hide his pointy ears or his datajack. Obviously, he's wearing no weapon, but he also doesn't appear to need one.
You might find him sympathetic or no, cool or no, tough or no, but there's no way you don't find him professional.

"You may call me FY. Let's hope Mr. Johnson is more professional than the location he chose."
He appears to be a little bit ... unsatisfied with the occasion, otherwise a little dry yet eager and not unfriendly per se.

"Glad someone agrees. What's your job, FY?"

He looks around the room. "Since we all seem to be passing out names, I suppose I should tell you mine. You can call me Arachnos."

Mercy looks assured that others share her opinion of their potential patron, and gives him a friendly nod, "I'm Mercy. I'm your meat-space protection."

[Volker]

Before answering, FY shuts the door behind him. He then turns around to Mercy and scrutinizes her for a moment, still unsmiling yet not unfriendly. "I guess, that means, first of all, I'm your partner. Or backup. I'm trained in combat, both melee and ranged. Apart from this, I'm the jack-in-the-box. A little of a decker, a little of a negotiator - not that I'm especially charming, but pointy ears make you the negotiator in case. And tailored pheromones help." He now blinks.

"So we've gut muscles, Matrix support, a multifunctional elf and ... a Japanese sarariman? A magician? A gunslinger adept?"

While talking FY eases himself into the couch, generating an ARO menu from the menu on the couch, hovering before him in mid-air as he half-interestedly flips through the veg cocktails.

[RagallachMC]

"All we need now is the Johnson.", says Beetle, taking another sip of his beer. 

"But looking at this getup", he says pointing with his bottle towards the table, "I'm not sure J-man is doing this meet in the meat."

[8-bit]

"So we've gut muscles, Matrix support, a multifunctional elf and ... a Japanese sarariman? A magician? A gunslinger adept?"

"A decent guess. I'll be providing some magic support for us, provided this meet goes better than it has so far."

Arachnos looks out the window, down at the busy traffic of Seattle. So many to places to conceal oneself out there, so few to conceal oneself in here. Nothing to help that.

"All we need now is the Johnson.", says Beetle, taking another sip of his beer. 

"But looking at this getup", he says pointing with his bottle towards the table, "I'm not sure J-man is doing this meet in the meat."

Arachnos says nothing, but is internally cursing himself. Should have known with all their reliance on technology it would be a virtual meet. Damn stuff never works for me.

After a few moments, he says, "Perhaps, but why would he want us all to meet here if we were going to meet virtually anyway? That seems like a waste of resources and time to me." A few more moments passes by before he adds, "Then again, with how this has been going so far, I don't think our Johnson sees things the same way I would."

[Volker]

"That depends on which message Johnson wants to send," says FY. "If he's a fuck who wants to remind us that our place is at the other end of his credstick, it makes sense. Or else he might want our team to get to know each other in person."

Unmotivatedly, he zaps through the menu, then enlarges an Icon of the Virgin Moquito. I guess, the good stuff will have to wait for after the meeting.
He activates the icon. For a split-second you see a green script reading "Good choice!" before the icon vanishes. FY dismisses the menu ARO and examines the room with an imminent calm opposing the growing impatience in the meeting room.

[SnowDragon]

Titanium held a pause at Mercy's intial question, letting the banter bounce across the room before she answered with a bit of a wry, long term 'in-the-biz' remark. "He didn't try to get us high before the meet so he could attempt to rip us off, so I'll give him at least a D," she noted, giving a little insight into her actual, proper, formal education within the system, some sort of system that didn't involve running away from daily gunfire, or learning how to tell a dealer to go bork themselves with a retractable baton. That being said, she cast her eyes to the fourth, the man introducing himself as Fy, who must have been the last, for the door he shut behind him. Maybe she had overdressed for the occasion (She had, but that was the point) just a little too much, given those around her. Was the ankle length split length dress a slight too bit fancy, even for her intentionally overshot mark? No, she decided finally. She took up residence right at the door, far enough in that if opened, it wouldn't smack her in the back of the head.

So, Mercy was the muscle. Fy added to this muscle, as well as a smattering of other talents. Someone was the decker, Beetle, but maybe not the rigger. And she wasn't sure about the one titled Arachnos though. In an attempt to tease it out of him, she waited for the short pause in conversation, finally introducing herself properly. Good chance to know who knew what, as well. She studied the reactions carefully.

"And I'm Titanium. Pilot, smuggler, armourer, face, "she accented, showing her... distaste for the word, but it so easily described her abilities and skills with the spoken word in more than any lengthy sentence could to the average shadowrunner or their compatriots. She thought to add more, but decided to hold her tongue, for the moment, eyeing off their reactions, and listening before adding any more. She turned her head to Fy, busying himself with looking at cocktails. "The man would hardly have to remind us,"

[Raven Runner]

Nell

Nell swipes the AR key, opens the door a few inches, pauses, then opens it some more as she pokes her head through the frame,

"oh, Hi!  Um...am I late?  You're all part of this runner team right?  Oh shit...you better be, or I just really fucked this up didn't I..."

She steps into the room, closes the door behind her, and glances awkwardly around at the rest of you.

As far as you can tell she's human, with a pretty average build too.  Dark shoulder length hair frames her pale face and soft dark eyes.  She's wearing worn out jeans and a flimsy sleeveless shirt that makes her bare arms stand out, not to mention the gap in leaves across her stomach.  She's got a glass of whisky in her left hand, an unlit cigarette in her right, and a pair of glasses dangling from the neckline of her shirt.

Next to Titanium it's almost a comic effect, made slightly less funny by how nervous she actually seems.

[RagallachMC]

Beetle smiles at the newcomer. I'll say this for Johnson, he has an eye for the ladies.  "You're in the right place, and you're not late either.  We're just in the 'getting to know one another' phase.  I'm Beetle, by the way.  we're still waiting on Johnson, so you might as well take a seat."

[Landmine]

Mercy takes a look at the newcomer and scans the room again.

"Drek, how many people do they plan on hiring?"

[Volker]

As Titanium introduces herself, a smile appears on FY's lips. How can one describe a smile on FY's lips. It's something like "a zebra on a mountain range" or "a zombie in a love flick". It's there, but it's obvious it doesn't belong here. Not that it doesn't like nice or so. It just looks ... out of place, somehow. But then, it does look nice.

"Titanium? The smuggler? Glad you're with us. You do have a name among those who are in the biz." He eyes her closely, examing her reaction. His gaze is something in between a tiger's watchin his prey before it attacks and a little girl's when she's told that she's allowed to go to the amusement park with her favourite uncle next week.

He looks around, then suddenly frowns, the smile vanishing. Could it be? Good heavens, oh my...
He exhales a half-amused sigh, and that very moment the door opens and Nell pops in. The smile reappears after her short introduction, now genuinely and unmistakeably amused.
He says nothing, but his eyes are fixed on Nell now, following her every move as she enters. Anyone who's not paying attention to Nell but to FY instead could see that he moves his hand in awkward waving motion, palm down, you wouldn't have any clue where it comes from. Apparently, he's enjoying himself. There's an almost peaceful (yet greedy, almost luring) expression on his face.

"Drek, how many people do they plan on hiring?"

"As it is six o'clock now and I wouldn't assume a professional being late..." He pauses there for a moment to give everybody enough time to complete the sentence in their minds: like Mr. Johnson "... I would bet on six."
While speaking he doesn't avert his eyes from Nell.

[8-bit]

Arachnos turns around at the sound of another person entering the room. Just another runner.

Silently, he decides the temptations is too great. He opens his eyes to the Astral world, as he looks at his companions.

[Raven Runner]

Nell

"Nice to meet you...Beetle"  She makes a move as if to shake Beetles hand, then seems to realize she's still holding the cigarette and thinks better of it, but still gives him an awkward smile.  Then she gives an embarrassed look and makes for an open and out of the way spot in the room, putting the table between herself and FY.

She stands there, looking around the room and glancing awkwardly at each of you, it's seems like this could be her first meet ever.  She shifts her wait from one foot to the other, then back, then goes to take a draw on the cig, realizes it's not lit and drops her hand down again, rotates the glass of whisky in her hand but doesn't actually drink any...

Finally she seems to chill out a bit, then looks sharply over at FY...

"What's your deal man?  If you're brains in your pants you might as well look over at her..."  She gestures (cigarette in hand) towards Titanium.

(note: she certainly hears the comments about times and number of runners and professionalism and all that...but she seems pretty distracted by the scene as a whole and doesn't react to the discussion specifically)