[fazzamar]

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[12:00 20 Jun 2072 - Location] (bold and color='navy')

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[fazzamar]

[13:00 22 July 2071]

The day started out a normal Wednesday for Manhattan. The never-ending search for work in the shadows created by the Manhattan Developent Consortium and the inheret dangers of doing so continue. Which is why, when you hear that the development contractor arrested for the destruction of the Brooklyn Bridge is going to speak with the authorities, your ears perk up. If there’s ever a thing that generates more work for the shadows its intrigue and the bridge’s fall stirred up nothing if not intrigue.

@Chains: Your hopes that some of the work will come your way are answered by Mentat’s message. <<I got your first job in the rotten apple chummer. Seems a Ms. Johnson is willing to meet you in Brooklyn to discuss some possible biz connected to the fall of the Brooklyn Bridge. You won’t be going at it alone though, seems the J has a few other potential co-workers coming as well. You’re to meet your future mates at Miso’s Restaurant at 60 Main St at 7 tonight, ask for the Johnson party, and from there all of you are to meet Mrs. Johnson at 1 Main St. at 8pm.>>

@Yurei: Just as you were starting to get worried about how you’re going to keep Hayate from paying you an unfriendly visit, the call you were hoping would come, comes in from Reno. Reno says, “I have a Ms. Johnson who is in need of someone with your skills. Interested?” Without giving you a chance to respond he continues, “Of course you are. Meet your potential co-workers at Miso’s Restaurant at 60 Main St. at 7 tonight, ask for the Johnson party. From there you and your co-workers are to meet Mrs Johnson at 1 Main St. at 8pm.”

@Meat Puppet: It doesn’t surprise you when you get the call from Fixer-X. “Hey chicka, what are you wearing right now? *chuckles* Wait don’t tell me, how bout I just come over and see?” Without waiting for you to respond, “But before that I have some biz for you, unless you’re too busy getting small change cred through Madame April.” He continues, “There’s a Ms. Johnson that wants to meet you in Brooklyn to discuss a, what did she call it? Oh right. A business venture connected to the situation surrounding the bridge, or some shit like that. You’re to meet your potential partners in crime at Miso’s Restaurant at 60 Main St at 7 tonight, ask for the Johnson party. After that you and your newly acquired posse are to meet Mrs. J at the marina down the street at 8pm. Oh and some advice, don’t order the house special at Miso’s, it taste like crap.”

@Druid: It doesn’t surprise you when Chip sends you a voice message. “Work involving the Brooklyn Bridge’s fall, if you’re interested, meet the other runners at Miso’s Restaurant at 7 tonight, ask for Johnson party, then Mrs. Johnson at the nearby marina at 8pm. Data file to follow this message.” Straight to the point as always. The data file contains the address of the restaurant and the marina (60 Main St, Brooklyn and 1 Main St, Brooklyn respectively).

@Nexus: It doesn’t surprise you when you get the call from Rodent. “You in town? Yea? Great, seems the great rat was looking out over me today. Huh?” Seemingly talking to someone with him, “What was that? Yes Apollo, I have some food for you, here you go.” After a short pause he realizes, “Wait I’m on a call? Who am I talking to? Oh right, Nexus! I have a Ms. Johnson wants to meet you in Brooklyn. Seems she has some work involving the Brooky Bridge coming down. She’ll be at 1 Main St in Brooky at 8pm. Ok, Apollo says good luck.” Again talking to someone else, “What was that? I told him, I did! Oh wait, you’re right.” Back on track, he says, “Nexus, you need to meet the rest of your team before the meet. Meet them at Mikeys Restaurant at 60 Main St at 7 tonight, ask for the Johnson party. May the great rat protect you in your hidden endeavors.”

[Triggvi]

[13:00 22 July 2071]

@Meat Puppet: It doesn’t surprise you when you get the call from Fixer-X. “Hey chicka, what are you wearing right now? *chuckles* Wait don’t tell me, how bout I just come over and see?” Without waiting for you to respond, “But before that I have some biz for you, unless you’re too busy getting small change cred through Madame April.” He continues, “There’s a Ms. Johnson that wants to meet you in Brooklyn to discuss a, what did she call it? Oh right. A business venture connected to the situation surrounding the bridge, or some shit like that. You’re to meet your potential partners in crime at Miso’s Restaurant at 60 Main St at 7 tonight, ask for the Johnson party. After that you and your newly acquired posse are to meet Mrs. J at the marina down the street at 8pm. Oh and some advice, don’t order the house special at Miso’s, it taste like crap.”

@Fixer-x> Hey fix, do I look like com-sex girl? If you don't know what I am wearing or not wearing, then you are not desperate enough yet. Kisses. I will be there for the meet at Miso's . MS April wanted me to remind up to pay up your tab. Thanks hugs.

[Cato]

Druid sighed, stretching his arms as he listened to Chip's voice message.  I'm not sure where Miguel met Chip, still there's no doubt that he's come through more than once and his tips for work are always worth the trouble.  Besides, that fat prick of a landlord is going to come knocking on my door.   Druid searched for information on Miso's on his commlink as he walked towards the door, an old leather jacket in his right hand.

[gargamel]

[13:00 22 July 2071]

@Nexus: It doesn’t surprise you when you get the call from Rodent. “You in town? Yea? Great, seems the great rat was looking out over me today. Huh?” Seemingly talking to someone with him, “What was that? Yes Apollo, I have some food for you, here you go.” After a short pause he realizes, “Wait I’m on a call? Who am I talking to? Oh right, Nexus! I have a Ms. Johnson wants to meet you in Brooklyn. Seems she has some work involving the Brooky Bridge coming down. She’ll be at 1 Main St in Brooky at 8pm. Ok, Apollo says good luck.” Again talking to someone else, “What was that? I told him, I did! Oh wait, you’re right.” Back on track, he says, “Nexus, you need to meet the rest of your team before the meet. Meet them at Mikeys Restaurant at 60 Main St at 7 tonight, ask for the Johnson party. May the great rat protect you in your hidden endeavors.”

walking the stretch of tracks leading in to the westbound departure yard, Nexus leads a couple of greenhorns to a string of loaded cans and with a quick glance back and forth locates a discreet ride for them. here ya go omaes.  this here's going for the long haul to Chicago.  stay down and when you hear a worker connecting the airhoses, that means you'll be leaving right quick.  o and some advice: bail off in Gary if you can-Chi-town bulls ain't changed much since they gave me this.  With a grimace, he pulls up his sleeve, revealing a dark scar running from his shoulder down to what was once a real, flesh and blood elbow.  piece of drek said next time it's my neck.with that he walked away, smiling to himself and rubbing his scar-whic he actually received from the street level "doctor who put his left arm in.  ya get what you pay for.  As he makes his way out of the yard, he receives♠ a call from a squeaky male voice he immediately identifies as 'Rodent', his current fixer.  Unable to get a word in until Rodent finishes his rant, Nexus finally tells him new team huh?  they better be up to par...  his implied query does unanswered.  Rodent hung up.  He walks across from the yard to his apartment, throws on a pot of his hard earned, genuine coffee, and checks online for "Mikey's restaurant".  finding that the address is home to a restaurant called "Miso's", not "Mikey's", he curses himself for not finding a relatively sober fixer. oh well.  Rodent may be a cram-head but he ain't ever failed me.  so far.  Nexus finds the restaurant's AR page, and looks up their security procedures for cyberware and firearms.  just another day.

[Triggvi]

Meat Puppet takes sometime going through her closet looking for the right clothes for a meet like this. With half her clothes laying on the bed, she lets out a frustrated sigh and decides she has absolutely nothing to wear. She decides she needs to go shopping. She gets dressed and puts herself together and heads for the shopping district for a day of shopping for clothes, coffee, lunch, facial and full body massage.

[fazzamar]

@Druid: A quick search online turns up the following blurb from a restaurant review site.
>Miso's is a small, relatively low cost, soy-sushi bar with mediocre quality food. I give it 2 out of 5 sushis.
>SushiLover - 13 Oct 2070

>Has great sushi. Used to be a nice and quiet place to eat until lately. Last couple times I ate there a bunch of low-lifes that were probably SINless scum came in causing trouble, making lots of noise, and breaking things.
>DockMaster - 28 Feb 2071

>Haz terible food! Dont com hear! Ownr iz chep even thow u knw he haz lotsa cred!
>Axe Masta - 05 Jul 2071

You also find their site (continued below).

@Nexus: You pull Miso's site and find no information regarding a weapons/cyber policy. Seems their too small time to even have a policy. (more info below)


@Druid & @NexusPulling up their site reveals it's pretty generic and obviously being hosted by a low cost, pick a template for your site's/node's design/sculpting and fill in the details, company. There you find their menu (which is pretty standard fair for a sushi bar), an about us section (We've been around since... blah blah... we're here to provide you with the best soy-sushi in Brooklyn... blah blah...), and a couple images of the restaurant (A set on Flickr I made for this game).

[Cato]

I'm not really feeling Sushi, but this looks like my kind of place.  Well, if they were serving up some nice Asado or Aborrajado anyway 
Druid checks his spare clips as he leaves, eyes glancing around for Christina.
She's definitely a user.  I'm sure she'd be interested to meet someone who can score some decent deepweed
Satisfied with the reviews of Miso's, Druid heads out towards Brooklyn, pulling up the latest Tenochtitlan Volcanoes match.
I've still got time, maybe I should grab a beer before the meet.

[Triggvi]

Later in the afternoon Meat Puppet will have Lilith(agent) look up Miso's on the Matrix.

Wow this place is a real dive. I maybe over done it with the new clothes. Maybe I should have looked it up instead of assuming. Oh well, The new clothes are perfect for a nice place. It looks like urban chic and my lined coat, but what color.

She will have her dinner early, afraid to touch anything on there menu,soy or not. She will arrive at the meet at the appointed time.

[gargamel]

Arriving at his humble apartment, Nexus pulls the chicken breast he's been thawing off of the counter, batters it, and tosses it in a pan of genuine pork fat.back in the fraggin city...hell at least i don't have to eat any more of that soy drek they call food these days...shit! Out of hot sauce again... he sighs, takes his goggles and headphones off, and sets his deck on a trid channel, while he sits down on his couch, opening up a good ol' fashioned paper-and-ink book. Never mind that he's doing nothing illegal-Nexus likes to maintain a certain image for his "clean cut" SIN.  and let's face it: only neo-@s and historians read books anymore.  His mind wanders....never did like working with new faces.  Too many runners these days'll blast ya through yer skull fer a couple'a lousy cred.  Maybe I'm just old and jaded...Brooklyn bridge huh?..............i s'pose a job's a job....................................................

Nexus wakes up with a start.  A quick glance out of his tiny living room window reveals a darkening sky.  SHIT!  he throws his AR goggles on and checks the time: 6:00pm EST. 
gettin' sloppy old man he thinks to himself, throwing his armor jacket on over his dingy black shirt, grabbing his trusty predator cannons out of the closet and scarfing the remaining chicken down his throat before heading out the door. 
<<search_public.nfo="current lowest traffic route: 60 Main St. Brooklyn">>
finding his route, Nexus speeds off on his bike to what he knows will be a thoroughly unappetizing drek-hole of a sushi stand.

[Redwulfe]

Yurei, 13:00, 22 July, 2072
A single wheeled motorcycle pulls up to the curb of a nice neighborhood with a rider dressed in a black jumpsuit and motorcycle hemet. The rider takes the helmet off revealing a sounder Asian man of Japanese decent. His hair is cut short in and older fashion for someone who seems to be in his early twenties. He unzips his jumpsuit and ties the sleeves around his waist. His shirt is casual business and seems out of place for a man on a cyclopes motorcycle. He kicks the jack stand down and dismounts the bike not simingly out of place for the upper scale neighborhood. Laning down beside the bike he opens a compartment inside the wheel well and removes a backpack. Placing it off to the side he starts to disasemble the vehicle, which despite it's sturdy appearance seems to be manufactured for this purpose. As he takes the bike apart he starts to store it in a larg locker outside the house he is at. After finishing his work a few minutes later he closes the locker, secures the maglock on the outside of it, slings the pack over his shoulders and move to the front door that opens on his approach. Entering the building he moves into the kitchen as if he has been here and done this a million times before. His home is sparcelyfurnished with the latest aminaties and comforts. As he walks through the home the lights come on in the room he is in and shuts off as he leave. His AR is alight with visuals of Trid programs on the local network. The one that he stops on is the current Urban brawl league game currently being held in NYC. He let's out a rough sigh, Slashers are going to lose again. rubbing his eyes with one hand he sits down to finish watching the game and also pulls up a calculator in another window. Several numbers begin the appear as he calculates how much he is going to owe after this poor showing by the favorites in this sporting event. A call comes in for the man by the name of Reno and it is promptly displayed in the man's main view. Listening intently as he is adressed the man, known as yurei,sits quietly in contemplation while he listens to the image in front of him. a job, perfect timing reno as always. thank you for your consideration on this one I will not forget your hospitality. Yurei bows his head forward in a sign of respect, I will make sure I represent our interests in this matter honorabley. closing the AR window and disconnecting the call he looks at the clock RFID that is currently displaying 2:30PM. Looks like I have time to clean up. Yurei moves into the bedroom and starts to gather his cloaths for after he gets out of the shower. A few hours later and Yurei is back outside assembling his bike and placing his pack back into the compartment that is barely noticeable once it is closed. He pulls up a map to the meet location and leaves to meet his new team. looks like today is going to turn out just fine.

I will aim to be there at least 10 minute before the meeting.

[Rockopolis]

[13:00 22 July 2072 - Chinatown Hostel]
<<Excellent.  Thanks again, chummer.>>
Now, what's this place like, and what's the neighborhood like? he wondered, as he queried his 'link.
Not great.  I think I'll eat dinner before I leave.

I need to lose weight. he thought, as he popped open his locker and pulled out his clothes.  The form fitting body armor is getting a little tight. he thought, as he took a deep breath and settled his body armor into place.  Over that went his Chinese suit.

The noise really picked up as he walked out of his bunkroom and down the halls.  Conversation, and lots of people moving about.
As he took a seat in the dining hall, he posted a message on the bulletin board <<Anyone going by Main and 136th?  I've got a job interview.>>.  There was a smattering of polite applause.
[18:45 22 July 2072 - Miso's]
"Thanks!" he said, as he hopped out.
Correct SIN, correct comlink public, Tacsoft booted up... he thought, going through his checklist as he looked up and down the street before he walked in.

"I'm here for the Johnson party."

[Cato]

[16:50 20 Jun 2072 - Miso's]

Druid patted his coat pocket. Damn, I need to buy another pack.  Still can't believe that game, should have put some money on it.

He glanced around the dive as he walked in, noting a dwarf in a suit.

I'm here for the Johnson party

[Triggvi]

[19:00 22 Jun 2072 - Miso's]

I walks a Chinese girl. 5'10" with enchanting green eyes and black hair and no tattoos visible. Her hair is down around her shoulders and perfectly styled. When she enters the room things tend to stop for just the briefest of moments as if an ivory tower of beauty has entered the room, both compelling and unattainable at the same time. She is dressed in off the rack street cloths and a lined coat but they look like they were made for her. Almost like she has a type-O quality were clothes are concerned.

If anyone checks her com is on passive mode.

@the door> I am with the Johnson Party.

[Redwulfe]

[Yurei: 18:50 22 July 2071]
Yurei pulls up to the restaurant and quickly finds a parking spot. Pulling up a window to the bikes node he adjusts the anti theft system to deliver a warning and alert his PAN but not deliver a shock to the perpetrator. He takes off his helmet and jumpsuit revealing his business suit underneath. He quickly stores his jumpsuit within the wheel well compartment he pulls out his taser briefly and descreatly within his jacket and then returns it to his concealed holster within. As the compartment is open he pulls a secondary window to his drone and activates it's chameleon coating as it deployed to a vantage point where it will be out of the way but he can still see the bike and the traffic into and out of the restaurant. Walking up to the door with helmet in hand he will tuck it under his arm with the opening against his side further concealing his taser as he opens the door. Standing just in side the entryway he will wait for the hostess, his English is broken but understandable,Johnson party please.