[Volker]

Mac leans closer again, a little frustrated over his apparent loss over his powers. I seriously have to kill less Nazi AIs and instead find my way back to Gaia, by Crow's guidance, if He wills so.

As a reaction to Sterling's word he grins and stretches out his hand. "Top! I agree this is going to be one of our party, but she is definitely female. I'll take a Guiness, chummer."
Mac chuckles, then his expression goes professional again.
"There's not a piece of 'ware in that troll. She's Awakened. A full-blown adept. Now, well, that makes me confident. An adept, a shaman, a gunslinger and a decker. A sound and round team, each chosen carefully by someone who knows the shadows. Mr. Johnson knows what exactly he does, or I'm an Ork."

That said, he straightens his back and raises his hand in a greeting. "Cheers, chummer. Take a seat. Our mutual friend hasn't arrived yet but we're having party nonetheless. John here was just about giving out a round."
He smiles the way only a Dwarf in expectation for a beer can smile and pats Sterling on the shoulder (if he can reach; anything else will do, if not).

[8-bit]

"Aye, it does seem pretty well rounded, I'll give you that. This team was expertly chosen; Johnson must have something interesting planned."

Binary seems quieter than before, as if he's deep in thought.

[Raven Runner]

Dave

Dave walks the short distance back to The Hangar and enters right before 6 pm.  Ducking under the doorframe, she stands before the hostess stand.  There is a young human girl standing behind the stand and her eyes widen slightly when Dave steps through the door.  "Welcome to The Hangar, uh...miss.  Party of one?"

Re: "miss" wow! Impressive perception for a human chick, guess the world is getting a little better each day...

"Hi!  Um..." (then in a lower voice) "I'm actually here to meet a Mister Johnson." she says, dropping her usual fake lisp.  She gives an awkward attempt at a winning smile...not quite charming but you never know when you'll get points for the effort

[RagallachMC]

"The Johnson Party?", the young human says.  "Your table isn't ready yet.  It should just be another minute or two.  There are members of your party at the bar if you want to have a drink while you wait.", and she gestures towards the bar.

[Imveros]

"She?! Man these drinks must have been stronger than I thought. I'll just take you at your word on the adept part. But you're right, a deal is a deal Barkeep this gentlemen here would like a Guinness, and put it on my tab. "

Sterling points to Binary

"And his next one, or the current one if he doesn't want another"

Sterling cracks a smirk

"Don't say I never gave you guys anything"

Sterling waves Dave over

"Always room for one more!

[8-bit]

A smile breaks onto Binary's face. He calls to the bartender, "Since my good friend has so graciously offered, I'll take another one."

When the bartender brings him his drink, Binary quietly says to him, "You're a saint, my friend." He nods in thanks.

He raises his glass into the air, and cheerily says "A toast to our good friend Sterling, who we can never say didn't give us anything!"

[Volker]

Mac raises his beer while waiting for the Guinness and exclaims cheerfully "A toast to our good friend Sterling, who knows who to win a dwarf's heart!"

"Now, let's hope Johnson is as generous. And punctual."

[Raven Runner]

Dave

"The Johnson Party?", the young human says.  "Your table isn't ready yet.  It should just be another minute or two.  There are members of your party at the bar if you want to have a drink while you wait.", and she gestures towards the bar.

In a low voice, "Thanks" to the hostess.

Sterling waves Dave over

"Always room for one more!

She gives a long range nod and a half wave towards the bar, then trundles over, carefully squeezing between a few chairs and then reaching down and moving a table to the side (wait...she moved that table one handed like it was a Frisbee!) ugh, places can be all "troll friendly" but until some trolls actually work front of house they never do seem to change the layout.  As she get's closer to the bar she smiles at Stirling and offers a high five on the side, followed by a fist...obviously a fist bump but Dave stopped actually bumping unless she wanted the persons place at the bar.  She looks around, "so, who's who here?"

[Imveros]

Sterling high fives Dave as only a man who hasn't seen a gym in years can high five a troll. She probably wouldn't have noticed had she not been looking

"Well this gent here with the whiskey is Binary"

Sterling throws a nod in Binary's direction. Then points over to MacC

"This here is Mac C. I'll take it from an earlier conversation that you call him Maxy at your own risk"

Sterling points a thumb back at himself

"I'm Sterling It's a pleasure to meet you. We were all comparing notes earlier and I'm wondering if you had any to add. I assume Mr J asked for you by name as well? Did you happen to dig up anything else about him or what we may be doing here tonight? We have a few theories but I would be interested to see what you think first"

[Volker]

MacC smiles. Not a flashy, winning smile, bur rather a genuinely friendly one. He confirms his introduction with a nod and reaches out a hand. "I'm the one who made Sterling offer you a beer." He grins, the listens to what Dave has to say.

[Raven Runner]

Dave

MacC smiles. Not a flashy, winning smile, bur rather a genuinely friendly one. He confirms his introduction with a nod and reaches out a hand. "I'm the one who made Sterling offer you a beer." He grins, the listens to what Dave has to say.

Dave gives a chuckle and smiles at Mac, passing right over his hand and giving him a friendly (light) pat on the head.  Now this sort of thing that would be terribly rude with a stranger, but Dave seems to mean it in a between-friends kind of way.

She smiles again, "Hell yeah beer...but I should get a pitcher right, theory of relativity or some such?"

[8-bit]

"Hell yeah beer...but I should get a pitcher right, theory of relativity or some such?"

Binary laughs. "I like the way you think!"

He takes another drink from his glass. He says, "Welcome to the party. You know our names; what should we call you?"

[Raven Runner]

Dave

"Hell yeah beer...but I should get a pitcher right, theory of relativity or some such?"

Binary laughs. "I like the way you think!"

He takes another drink from his glass. He says, "Welcome to the party. You know our names; what should we call you?"

"Oh, name's Dave" she says, placing her fingers on her temple in a sort of two fingered salute.

"Binary hu?  Decker?"

Looking back towards Sterling, "and no, nothing on Johnson, matrix is such shit in the Barrens the call barely even came through, so yeah...I got nothing"

"Binary...Sterling...Mac...we got any one else here?"  She glances around the room.

[Volker]

"The tender and the waitress. And a void where Mr. Johnson should be.", MacC states dryly, then makes a second attempt to wave for the waitress and ask her which table it is they're going to prepare for us.

[RagallachMC]

The orc bartender brings the group their requested drinks and they spend a minute drinking and chatting before the young hostess approaches.  "Your table is ready, if you'd like to follow me.  Don't worry about your open tabs, they're being transferred to your table."  Waiting a moment for the runners to gather their drinks, she leads them to their table.

Instead of out into the dining room, she leads you into a small hallway just past the bar area.  The hallway ends at a wooden door and the hostess opens it and gestures for the runners to enter.  Looking through the doorway is a small, private dining room.  The aviation theme continues in here, but it's much more subdued.  Classy posters, small models and an actual rug on the floor.  There's a table set for six, and the seat facing the door is already occupied.

The man in the room looks at the hostess and says, "Thank you, we will require some privacy for the next few minutes.  If we need anything I'll let you know."  The hostess turns and walks back the way she came.

The man in the room is human, middle aged and slightly chubby.  He has a goatee and his brown hair is receding backwards.  You can see sweat on his brow, which he wipes away with a handkerchief.  He looks at the four runners in the doorway and gestures to the seats.  "Please, have a seat.  And close the door."  He follows his own advice and sits and waits for the others to do the same.