[Jayde Moon]

[Monday, 207506031554L]

As the afternoon wears on, people continue to mill about their daily routine on this warm summer day, the norm for Seattle summers since the turn of the century.  As you carry on with your own afternoon, your commlink chirps, indicating an incoming message.

<<Multiple [Fox] Good afternoon.  I hope you do not mind that I received your commcode from a mutual friend of mine and yours, respectively.  I requested the names of problem solvers and yours are the names I received.  I am always on the look out for good problem solvers to expand my network and it also just so happens that I have a current problem that needs solving.  If you are interested in solving this problem and receiving compensation for your time and services, please take a moment to meet with me at Elliot's on Pier 60.  It was not easy arranging a table this evening, so please do not be late for the 1830 seating.  Also, please be presentable, they will turn you away if you do not make an honest effort.  See you at the appointed time.>>

A quick data search reveals Elliot's to be a first-class French Restaurant.  No shirt, no shoes, no service.  Better get something nice to wear.

[Ravensoracle]

Deex was busy watching his frozen burrito spin around and around. The microwave in the Stuffer Shack wasn't the best but it was better than the POS he had at his loft. It wasn't much of a late lunch but it was something. He was starving anyway. The night before had been a little rough on Deex. His ears were still ringing a bit from the fighting he had been through. He so needed to find another, nicer place to stay. But he'd needed cred first.

Just on that thought he heard two dings. One from the microwave, the other from his commlink. He read over the message twice and cussed when he did the web search for the resaurant.

'Drek, I really fragging hate these hoity toity meets with the J, always have to try and impress by going to someplace nice. Now I GOT to get my suit replaced.'

He does another quick search for someplace to get a decent suit and checks the cred on his stick. 1,350 nuyen. 'Hope that's enough for something decent and armored.'

[Zeroman]

Zeroman takes a bite out of a piece of crust and tosses the rest onto a piece of cardboard. First meal in the new place with his friends and getting their vast equipment setup. He hears the fond pings of his commlink as he is typing on a laptop. Thinking about viewing the message and it appears in his field of view across his cybernetic eyes. "Well, what do ya know. Already have a request of service." He does a quick net search of the meetup location, "And we're meeting at a fancy smanchy resturant, that's a good sign." He cocks his head towards his female associate, "Looks like coming up here is starting to be a good idea after all. Eh, Alex?" She turns from her desk where she is setting up another set of computers, glares at Zeroman and sticks her tongue and goes back to her computers. "Anyone we've heard of?" her brother, Jakob, asks. "Nope. Try to find anything you can on Fox as soon as you two get online." He gives a look to what was left of the pizza. "Looks like I need to get ready for something a bit better tonight."

[realbrit70]

In a typical run-down sprawl basement Walks in Cloud was lounging in an old synth-leather recliner. The seams on the worn chair were starting to come apart but it was comfortable and free, rescued from a similar basement on Hawk turf. Around the basement other members of the Wolves sat lazily discussing the latest rumble with the Hawk gangers. In one corner a trid was streaming music and entertainment news from a local station.Walks in Cloud wasn't an active participant in the discussion. He lay back with a faraway look in his eyes; fully conscious of his surroundings but with his mind focused on the digital world in which he always had at least one foot firmly planted. In his augmented reality many other objects grabbed for his attention; the trid display seemed more vibrant and offered interactive choices to the data streams being offered, the commlinks and other devices carried by the gangers announced their presence and motes of data constantly moved through the air. Walks in Cloud's attention though, was fixed on the data streams he was currently purveying.

The notification from his comm regarding the incoming message pops up in the corner of his minds eye and with a quick mental thought Walks in Cloud causes the commlink to display the message in a private AR window. Scanning the message Walks in Cloud implements a matrix search for information on the sender of the message based on the sending commcode, he also searches for information on any other identified recipients of the message. Dismissing the AR message the gangly youth stands and stretches. The young AmerIndian sitting nearest to him looks up inquisitively. "Going for a walk." Walks in Cloud says to the unasked question. "Company?" Harvest Moon responds. "Sure." Walks in Cloud grabs his jacket and with little attention from the rest of the gang he and Harvest Moon leave the basement to find suitable clothing for a meeting at Elliot's.

[DKrogh]

The buzz from the comm was just what was needed to wake Lorenzo up. He reached across the bed to pick the comm off the nightstand and read the message.

'Oh thank God, someone with a little class. Now I can get a decent meal in me instead of just some flavored soy.'

He rolled back over to his two elvish companions he had picked up last night at the club. "Sorry ladies, but I've got some business tonight to take care of."

The brunette rolled over to snuggle closer with the redhead, "More business at the club? Maybe you'd like some company?" she purred.

Lorenzo just smiled his best smile, "I'm afraid it's not that kind of business." The look on his face giving the hint that the discussion was over. "I'll call you if it is something quick."

Both girls pouted, but they reluctantly got up and began to get dressed. That just meant that Lorenzo got to get once last peek at the two drop dead gorgeous women.

Once he showed the girls out, he began to get himself presentable for the meeting. He took his time, impressions were everything after all.

He did get annoyed when he realized he'd have to take a cab to the restaurant. But that was life when you had to uproot from your old life with no notice and move to another city.

[Lighthouse]

Mother heard the banging from her living room.

The parties over Thought Mother.

Mother heard her commlink buzz and thought The Universe is conspiring against me.

Mother got up and dressed reading the text.

Leaving her bedroom she opened her room to reveal the mess her living room had turned into. It was full of people adding false bottoms to plastic shipping crates. Revere stood at the center like a conductor at a symphony.

"The warehouse unavailable?"

Revere scowled.

"The warehouse was attacked two weeks ago. You were there. Remember?"

"It's too early sugar. I haven't even had my soykaff." said Mother.

"I made you coffee." said Revere handing her a chipped mug with a stuffershack logo on it.

Mother sniffed it.

"Real Coffee. It's almost worth the bags under my eyes sugar. Carry on." said Mother waiving.

Mother put on Purple rain by Prince at high volume and did her make up.

"What is that noise?" asked Revere.

"You don't appreciate the classics sugar. Prince was sex on two legs." said Mother.

"Whatever that means. No not like that. They will see through it. Do that one again." said Revere.

"Have you ever been to Elliot's on Pier 60?" asked Mother.

"Yes. Why? You working?" Asked Revere.

"Just trying to figure out what to wear."


Mother stepped out of the building and looked at her parking space.

Good. Still here. thought Mother getting in.

Mother put the address into grid guide and made a commcall.

"King Willy my man. How's it hanging sugar? It's an old saying never mind. I need some gear. No I also was wondering if you heard of a Johnson called Fox?"

[Jayde Moon]

@ Mother

King Willy's voice is lively and he seems pleased to have received a call from Mother.

"Fox?  Dat is one cool cat, mon'amie.  You get a call from him?  It's good, but don't frag it, he pays good nuyen but he don' like it when people mess wit him.  Has a way of making people regret.  An' as for what you looking' for, you know if it's mojo, I can find it!"


@ Others

It's not overly onerous finding clothes that might be suitable for the meet, but getting those clothes form their current location and onto your own frame in time for the meet might be a different story.

[Ravensoracle]

Deex walks out of the tailor's shop, the frown on his face was apparent.

'1,000 creds for a decent suit. This is why I hate the damn fancy meetings. He was already adjusting his tie. The monkey suit was nice and all. Deex just never was comfortable in a suit.

Deex left his normal clothes and armored jacket in a bus locker somewhere near the pier. There just wasn't enough time to take everything back to the loft.  He did a quick perimeter search while he waited for the appropriate time to enter the restaurant. about 15 minutes early should be appropriate.

[Zeroman]

Zeroman covers one eye, “Camera 1 working?” The female’s voice, Frejya, answers “Check.” from her desk. He covers the other, “Camera 2 working?” Frejya answers with “Check. Looks like we’re setup for live feed and camera capture is ready to run.” “Good, I’ll let you know when I get to the restaurant and we’ll fire it up. Try to get pictures of everyone at the meeting and we can go from there.” He blinks a few times to get his cybereyes back into focus with each other and letting the eye colors go back to a natural looking state. Zeroman smooths out his sports coat and straightened his dress pants on his full suit. Good thing he packed it with their things, though it does have a number of wrinkles in it but it will work. He was wearing a smooth black sports coat over a light blue shirt, green tie, and black vest. His dress pants matched the color and material of the sports jacket and finishes off with brown suit shoes.  “Alright, I’m all setup and heading out. Shouldn’t take me too long to get there, so be ready for my notice.” ”We will be waiting. Be safe though. Don’t get screwed on the first run here. This place is big in the runner world. Don’t want to start off with a bad rep.” the human male says, going by the callsign Freyr. Zeroman chuckles, ”Yeah, let’s hope this isn’t some bullshit.”as he exits the apartment and goes down to the street to hail a cab.
Zeroman steps out of the taxi a block from the restaurant and will walk from there. Without any issues, he should arrive there 10 minutes early. It will give him a minute to look over the front of the building, get his cybereye feed setup, and a chance of seeing anyone else going in that might look like they are involved with this meeting. He straightens his clothes out and speaks to himself quietly, “Fire up the feed.” “You’re live.” Freyr responds. “Okay, let’s do this.” As he begins to walk to the restaurant. If Zeroman arrives before the Johnson or the table being ready, he will take a seat at the bar while waiting for his table if allowed.

[Lighthouse]

Mother parked the car and fired off a text back to King Willy.

I need to set up a lodge. Damn, and I bought a whoopi cushion and everything but seriously I'll try not to screw with this Johnson. Thanks for the info sugar. Said Mother.

[realbrit70]

As they make their way to the nearest mall Walks In Cloud brings Harvest Moon up to speed with the message he received from Fox and his subsequent failure to discover any information regarding the message. In the mall they try to find an off the shelf outfit that will get Walks In Cloud into the meet at Elliot's. As he's trying on a couple of low-end but probably acceptable sports jackets Walks In Cloud fires off a quick message to the man who used to be his mentor.

<<QuikStep, I need info. I gotta message to meet with a chummer named Fox. He might be a fixer or a Johnson. You got any Intel? Jez>>

Stepping out of the changing room in the loose fitting jacket and pants he looks sheepishly at Harvest Moon. "How do I look?"
"You look like a scarecrow," comes her response. "But I guess that's the best you can do for now."

Charging the 250Y to his credstik he turns to Harvest Moon. "Guess I'd better get going. Don't wanna be late for whatever this is. I'm at a place called Elliot's at Pier 60. You got my back, right?"

She looks a little skeptical.

"I know, the Star don't like people like us hanging around joints like that. Just see if you can get the rest of the Wolves ready to roll if this drek goes south. Tell 'em that if you ain't got my back they'll never get to cash me in for the bounty." Walks In Cloud grins wryly as he delivers the last line.

Harvest Moon promises to do her best to have the rest of the gang willing to roll to Walks In Clouds aid should he need it and with nothing more to be said Walks in Cloud hails a cab from the mall to take him down to the Seattle Waterfront area and Pier 60, leaving his regular clothes with Harvest Moon. Arriving near the meet he pays and tips the driver before walking the final block. There he casually takes up an inconspicuous position near the restaurant and calls up a view of the Elliot's host into a VR window on his AR display, cursing again under his breath and promising himself that as soon as he can he will get a connection at least the Emerald City grid and leave this drek-slow public grid alone.

<<Inside the Matrix Walks In Cloud updates his icon to look like a scarecrow and approaches the Elliot's host to request an invite. As he waits for the invitation he scans devices nearby to see if he can locate the commlink from which the message was sent.>>

About 10 minutes before the meet time Walks In Cloud enters the restaurant.

[DKrogh]

Lorenzo took his time. He was showered, shaved and groomed Each hair was meticulously combed. The suit was inspected before and after he put it on, not a crease or wrinkle out of place. Presentation was a thing for Lorenzo. He was a professional and knew a proper first impression went a long way.

Once he considered himself presentable, he called a cab to take him to the Pier. He wanted to be on time. 15 minutes before was on time. On time was late.

He took a look around the restaurant as he was lead either to the the table or the bar. He was looking particularly close to anyone that looked out of place in the high class surroundings.

[Lighthouse]

Mother Ordered a Seattle Sunrise at the bar early as usual. She looked around the bar for anyone who was obviously in her line of work. The bartender put a tall glas with fruit and an umbrella in it in front of her and she tipped well.

[Jayde Moon]

[Monday, 207506031825L]

As the time approaches, each of you is recalled to the Hostess area.  As five of you gather the Maitre D frowns, checks his watch, looks at the group again, frowns more deeply, then with a nigh imperceptible shrug turns on his heel.  "Follow me," he says, brusquely.  You get the feeling he knows you aren't any manner of regular clientele that requires him to kowtow in servitude.

He leads you past the main dining room and into a private party area.  He opens a set of double doors to reveal a daily lit room with a large table, already set and several appetizers interspersed throughout.  Sitting at the head of the table is a young man flanked by two gorgeous women.  The man is immaculately dressed in a suit that must have cost several thousand nuyen.  His brown hair is salon fresh and you would be surprised if he were older than twenty five.

"Your party, sir," the Matre D announces as he ushers you in.  He then takes a step back, hovering in the doorway.

Mr. Johnson checks his watch and nods, then whispers something into the ear of the woman on his left and then to his right.  They both offer an exaggerated pout as they stand and walk past, one taking care to brush suggestively past Lorenzo on her way by.  As they exit, the Maitre D steps in and cants his head towards Mr. Johnson.  The Johnson nods and the Maitre D steps back, closing the doors behind him.

"Someone didn't make it," the Johnson announces, indicating a seat that remains empty once you all have taken yours.  He seems to stare at the vacant seat a moment and then shrugs.  "Shame."

The silence drags on a moment before he looks up and offers a dazzling thousand nuyen smile.  "Well!  Let it not be said I am an ungracious host.  Please, eat.  Peruse the menus.  Consider ordering something expensive, it's on my dime, as they say."

[Zeroman]

Zeroman leaves his drink and water at the bar after making sure he has paid for it and tipped the bar tender. He immediately notices the dark skinned elf standing up from the bar when the Maître D gathers them up, giving a polite nod and hello as they are brought over to the hostess area with the rest of the dinner party. Doing the same sort of nod to the rest of the dinner party gives a few seconds for his hackers to grab quick pictures of the other assumed runners that are coming to this meeting. While the five of them awkwardly stand there with the Maître D, he cannot help but try to guess each runner’s specialty in his head, keeping notes in his head about muscle, looks, spirits maybe? Though Zeroman sort of snaps out of it when the Maître D ask them all to follow him.
Zeroman takes a moment to look at the host like he has done before with the other guest, though noticing the suit, feeling that the host knows how to spend nuyen, and hopefully that will reflect in his offer. He takes a seat at the corner of the table, opposite of where the host was sitting, giving him and his cybereyes clear view of everyone without the need to turn his head. When he starts going through the menu, he starts to think that he hasn’t had many opportunities to eat fine French food and not sure of a good choice.