[gilga]

Monday 23, December 2075, 18:00.

Kyos will never forget that darn monday evening, where he received the most unusual message from his regular fixer.  Ryan was known as a very organized and cautious fixer.  By now Kyos trusts him, but they never became personal before. That message Kyos received is the first time his fixer seemed emotional about something.

>> Kyos, I need a favor, an old friend of mine is stuck and I owe her big time.  I need you to stop anything that your are doing, gather whomever you can find at such a short notice and get yourself to the Boobie Trap at 20:00. Once there, treat yourself a private dance with Candy the stripper.  This is no hoax, have your team and equipment ready for a blitz run. My friend is in some serious shit.

A strip club? private dance? serious run? how can all these things happen at same time?! There was some stress in these words that were clearly typed with a DNI. His participation clearly meant a lot for Ryan.

[Jack_Spade]

Kynos smiled as he read the message. There was neither warmth nor happiness in this smile. Just a trained reflex, an adaption to polite society. Checking the map he saw that the club wasn't far from his den.
He gave a quick reply in the affirmative and took a moment to think who he could draw into this at short notice.
He made his decision:<<Duck, there is a job, and I need a ride. Fetch me at 1900h. Love Kynos>>
Followed by another one:<<Roxxy, there is a job, and I might need your talents. Be ready for 1930h. Love Kynos>>

[gilga]

@Flatline - (Crossbow's character)
Monday 23, December 2075, 18:25.
As you are about to finish a long day at work, a dwarf comes running to your street clinic. It takes him a while to catch his breath, he is obviously not used to running. When he finally has enough air he say “Are you Flatline? I am in need of your help... my fixer...  the Yakuza... everything wen't to drek” He is so excited or stressed out that he does not even make sense, you have no idea what he is telling you.

[Bartleby]

Roxxy had spent the last four hours training her new dance partner. It was quite the lucky find for her, as she knew that the Resonance held all sorts of characters. But as Lady Luck would have it, she managed to find a hard working and eager dancer, dedicated to soul and funk as much as she was. The room was mostly cleared, the furniture pushed to the side to give the large buxom troll and partner space to dance. Granted, she didn't really need the meatspace to practice, but she always felt the need to move both in body and soul, and it was a good workout for a young woman, troll or otherwise.

Sweat pearled down her dark leathery skin, but she paid no mind. In fact, she felt even more invigorated as she saw the progress of her sprite partner. Music had blared from her room all afternoon as she and her sprite danced their booties off. By the end of the set, she had in her command a level four machine sprite that she had decided to name Mr. Brown. She collapsed on her bed, slightly winded but nowhere near tired. In fact, she was restless and really wanted to test out her new dancer.

<<Mmm, Mr. Brown. You nearly shook all the groove outta me. I bet if we head out tonight, we could paint the town in more than red!>> The machine sprite nodded readily, just as eager to show his new boss what he could do.

At that moment, a message popped up in front of her. It was Kynos.

<<Roxxy, there is a job, and I might need your talents. Be ready for 1930h. Love Kynos>>

Roxxy smiled. She could always count on Kynos for his impeccable military timing.

<<Gotcha back, sugar. Need this bunny to do anything before we head out and party?>>

[Crossbow]

Devon Harris was not having a great day, it had begun with the entire Jamison brood coming with in chicken pox, which some idiot had told Mr. Jamison was VITAS.  After getting everyone calmed down and his staff inoculated and briefed, he had gotten word of somebody had shot up a Crimson Crush hang-out and they were in the streets looking for payback.  The victims, innocent and guilty, had been showing up all afternoon, along with the the occasional red-garbed orc that needed to be isolated.  He had just finished writing the last order when this crazy and incoherent dwarf had wandered in.

He grabbed the man up and hustled him into the nearest room with a door that he could close, verifying that no ears that didn't need to hear about his double life had been around.  With that done he gave him room and began to fan him and waited for him to calm down.  "Are you okay?  Are you seeing tracers?  Don't pass out on me, and take it from the top, who is your fixer?"

[Poindexter]

The sun is just starting to get low and Duck just got off work. He only pulls two shifts a week, making sandwiches for wageslaves downtown, but it's enough to pay his bills, which are minimal. It's a long trainride back home from Seattle proper, but Duck has learned to enjoy it. The different faces, the hints at entire lives different from and alien to his own; He could ride the train all day, just watching people, pondering about their lives. He's trying his hardest to not look like he's listening to the dwarvish mother cursing out her children over the comm. The woman is a master of profanity. The way the foul adjectives and verbs fly from her tongue reminds the tall skinny ork of his own mother. A smile crosses his lips. It's then a message in red letters pops up in the top right of his field of vision. A message from Kynos. Mus be some jing type drek. Keeb aint usually the chillin-ass type. With a thought, he opens and reads it.

<<Duck, there is a job, and I need a ride. Fetch me at 1900h. Love Kynos>>

<<@Kynos [Duckdown] Wiz, 'mae. Full on skraacha mode or what?>>

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It's seven o'clock by the time duck finally steps off the train into Redmond and it's only a six block walk from here to Deen's place. Duckdown had met the giant alcoholic troll woman at a local goblinrock show. He saw her play the bass and was immediately enthralled with her. She had "gahaded the shit out of" him in his own words. It wasn't long before the two of the were dating and, despite her frequent drunken rages, the two of them have been together for just under two years now. A strange thing for both of them, for more than one reason.

His thoughts are dancing a merry little jig and leaving his feet on autopilot, so when he arrives at her garage apartment, he's almost surprised. He's not stupid enough to keep all his illegal gear in his fucking squat where it could get stolen or found by the law and land him right back in prison, so he keeps it here. Trogs be down for theirs. He realizes how lucky he is as he knocks on her door, hoping she's home. He needs someone to burn one with before he straps up and heads off into the night.

1- I'm not sure exactly how long Duck and Kynos have been working together, but I get the impression for at least a few months. What about the other two? Do we know eachother?
2- "Skraacha" is a word in or'zet literally translated to "scorcher" but is commonly used meaning "extreme", "hardcore", or "blood-thirsty". Duck uses it all the time. Kynos would be familiar with the term by now, as would anyone else who'd run more than a job or two with him.
3- I woulda put all this in the OOC thread, but I don't think we have one.

[gilga]

Devon Harris was not having a great day, it had begun with the entire Jamison brood coming with in chicken pox, which some idiot had told Mr. Jamison was VITAS.  After getting everyone calmed down and his staff inoculated and briefed, he had gotten word of somebody had shot up a Crimson Crush hang-out and they were in the streets looking for payback.  The victims, innocent and guilty, had been showing up all afternoon, along with the the occasional red-garbed orc that needed to be isolated.  He had just finished writing the last order when this crazy and incoherent dwarf had wandered in.

He grabbed the man up and hustled him into the nearest room with a door that he could close, verifying that no ears that didn't need to hear about his double life had been around.  With that done he gave him room and began to fan him and waited for him to calm down.  "Are you okay?  Are you seeing tracers?  Don't pass out on me, and take it from the top, who is your fixer?"

@Flatline Trying to relax a little bit, he say "I am alright... just some minor bruises thanks for asking.
I was actually waiting for my pickup, when the car blew up. I tailed a very unusual weapons deal with the Yakuza, the kind that can start a small war if it is not stopped.

I discovered where the weapons are stored,  and then just as I was waiting for my ride home to get paid and rest, some fuck just blew the car for no apparent reason.  My Jhonson for this run is an Ares suit named Ivory. Ares apparently do not want the bad publicity of having military grade weapons handed off to the Yaks. Instead of offering me an alternate ride - the bitch changed the run objective to blow up the warehouse before the weapons are moved, she wants to do it in a few hours.

She was heart but would not even tell me where she is. She asked me to meet her with what help I can get at the Boobie Trap at 20:00. Bitch never said she was a devil worshiper. The jing is good, and with all these explosives going Boom we may need a doctor nearby this is why I came here.  "

[gilga]

@Poindexter - we have a unified OOC but we can split them one for each run if it gets too messy.
The RP questions... Figure it out directly.

[Crossbow]

Devon takes a step back and breaths, thinking it through.  He knew when he decided to try and do this that it may be some crazy stuff that may not make sense.  It sounded like a chance to do something good, but it didn't make sense.  He could at least come hear the job, but first, a correction needs to be made.

:"I will come down and give a listen to this Ivory person, but if you ever come screaming into this building wanting to hire me, it better be to fix a sucking chest wound, because you will either bring one with you or get one from me.  In this building I am Devon Harris, you want Flatline you do it the right way, you call on Jimmy Three-Toes down at the pawn shop and ask about some helping hands, you got it?  Get outta here, I'll meet you there."

Devon will stop home to clean up and get his gear, then head for the meet.  Arriving early to scope out the location.

[gilga]

@Flatline "I am sorry Dr. Harris I must have been more shaken than I thought seeing that bulldog van exploding right in front of my very eyes, had they been just a moment later I'd be inside that van. I am DemoX by the way... I am a private investigator and a demolition guy." Says DemoX, he nods apologetically and then leaves the building.

[gilga]

@everyone
You arrive to the Boobie Trap on time (20:00) but apparently Candy’s public show is just about to begin. You will get no private dance from her before 21:00. So you might as well enjoy your stay.  The Boobie Trap is designed around a round center stage with three poles for dancing. There is a reasonable restaurant and the waitresses are dressed in sexy lingerie that leaves little to the imagination. The place drips sexiness as (mainly) men from all metatypes and colors flock around the stage to cheer and tip the dancers. These become more and more ecstatic the more Candy's show progresses and you quickly discover that she is quite talented in the art, and extremely popular with the local crowd. Getting her attention for a private dance is not trivial at all.

[Jack_Spade]

<<Gotcha back, sugar. Need this bunny to do anything before we head out and party?>>

Kynos read the reply and fired back:
<<If you have the time, go and take a look at the local Booby Trap. We are to meet our client there. To be precise, we are encouraged to let Candy do a private dance for us, so look for someone sitting in her separee. Have all your equipment with you, this will be a hasty job.>>

<<@Kynos [Duckdown] Wiz, 'mae. Full on skraacha mode or what?>>

<<Yes, be ready with all your gear, we are going to the Booby Trap and if the job works out, we immediately go on site, so have your equipment loaded and ready.>>

Kynos went into his small bath room and retrieved a long band aid. Carefully, he applied it to the long, shallow cut he just had given himself across the forearm. The sight of his own flowing  blood always gave him a little pleasant jolt. Until he saw it, he never was really sure if he was still alive or if he died in his sleep and all the machinery, artificial muscles around his titan skeleton and head implants simply carried on his life for him. Not that he cared much. It was all without meaning one way or the other.

He got dressed in his heavy armor - no time to change after the meet - but left off the accessories for now. The hand guns found there way into the holsters. The coat went over to conceal the heavy gear at least to the casual eye.

Everything else he needed went into a large duffel back.

Starring blankly at the opposite wall he waited to be picked up.

...

At the club, he sat down with his chummers, declining refreshments and to part with his coat - despite the heat and the funny looks the waitress gave him. A small part of him reminded him he should feel aroused by the artful displayed flesh - but he just didn't feel it. For all he cared it could have been animals up there displaying their mating rituals - interesting from a purely biological point of view but ultimately nothing that was targeted at him.

But time was of the essence and he turned to Roxxy:
"I don't want to wait any longer. Please kill the lights and the music, so we can get her attention."

[Crossbow]

Devon had arrived at the strip club and blended into the crowd quickly.  He took advantage of the kitchen and enjoyed it immensely, it wasn't often that he had the time to sit down and eat real food (real as soy gets anyway).  He had been polite and appreciative to the working girls around him, even acknowledged the little thing that had made her way to the Clinic a year or two back when the 'man' in her life had gotten a little rough, but made it clear he would not be a source of additional income.  He spotted DemoX when he came in, and noted the guy in the armor that also had arrived.  He hadn't gotten specifics, but he assumed that if he kept an eye on these people the rest would come together.
 

[Bartleby]

"Not a problem. Just be sure to not disturb me."

The large Troll, dressed in her dark leather outfit and a dark headband, casually leaned back in her chair. To the untrained eye, it looked like she was simply slouching with her eyes closed. However, for Roxxy, now garbed in a brilliant dress of bright sequins and her afro in full glory, she had arrived at the scene in style. To no one's surprise, the Booby Trap looked just as gaudy in the Matrix as it had in real life. She noticed Mr. Brown standing nearby, observing things as well. He looked hopefully over at Roxxy.

<<Not now, dear. Let momma do a bit of digging herself.>>

[gilga]

@Roxy, Duck, Kyos
The Boobie Trap is extremely confusing in the matrix, this place exists in meat space and unlike many fancy places it is intended to stay in meat space. Ther is no AR decor, the entire place is just one big mess of icons. There is hardly any digital security - maybe to respect patrons privacy. There is a central host that should control the lights, stage effects music and locks on the doors.  However, while matrix security is sparse, physical security is very much visible. Outside of the club there are multiple men mostly orcs with assault rifles and barricades. Inside the club, they use tasers but there are many security guards. Patrons that get carried away with the girls is unfortunately not an uncommon sight.

@Flatline- DemoX approaches you and hug you like you are his best friend. He whisper to you "This is our alibi, be seen here, have fun and enjoy yourself because you might be doing some fucked up stuff later in the evening and you want to be remembered going to a private party with some wild strippers." he does not seem to notice the rest of the runners, instead he just joins the cheering crowds and blends in.