[gargamel]

[18:13 JULY 22-Miso's]

(for pcs who arrived first):

Through the plexi doors of what -in his mind- is now confirmed as an undeniably repulsive stall of a sushi stand, walks a tall, elderly ork.  His clothes are unremarkable beyond the sheer volume of dirt and grit caked onto his black denim pants and blacker pseudo-leather jacket.  His face is that of a retired war veteran-old and creased but unmistakably battle hardened beneath his thinning, slicked back bluish hair.  despite his apparent age, the ork walks with the gait of a young ganger.  As the door jangles shut behind him, he makes a motion as if to crack his knuckles;  must be an old habit 'cause chrome knuckles don't crack.  He trods to the furthest seat in the back, and shoves what appears to be a wooden match stick into his teeth.

(for those arriving after Nexus)

an old ork sits at a chair in the corner, watching with poorly hidden amusement as several  apparent runners filter through the joint's door amidst the norms stopping by to abuse their tastebuds with the frankenfood that assaults his nostrils with it's stench.   Between his tusks rests a matchstick:apparently he's never heard of toothpicks.  But then maybe that's not so surprising considering his obvious age.  A glass of water rests on his table, barely touched, and he clicks his metal fingers against the table in the manner of someone who is waiting for an unpleasant eventuality.  fading, dirty clothes adorn his tall form, and the fact that his 'link says he's a bounty hunter suggests he may be a runner...but so damned old for an ork!

[fazzamar]

[19:00 20 Jun 2072 - Miso's Restaurant ]
As each of the runners walk in and look around, the restaurant has two customers, save the other runners, who are quietly talking to each other at a table around the center of the room. There's a middle aged Asian man, who anyone that has been in Asia for any amount of time would recognize as Chinese. is preparing food behind the sushi bar. He acknowledges the runners and acts like business as normal as they come in. When they ask for the Johnson party he directs them to an empty booth (save the runners that have already arrived) towards the back of the restaurant.

@Meat Puppet: You can tell that the man behind the sushi bar is nervous and gets more nervous every time another person who is obviously a runner walks in.

[Triggvi]

Meat Puppet gives the man behind the counter a disarming smile and heads to the back of the place.

I wonder why the man is so nervous about the runners coming in. He seems a little too nervous like he knows something is going to happen when everyone gets here.

Does Meat Puppet notice him looking at the clock or watching the time?

[fazzamar]

OCC:Does Meat Puppet notice him looking at the clock or watching the time?

(OOC: Nope)

[gargamel]

[19:01 Miso's]

without bothering to ask for the johnson  party, Nexus swaggers up to the table that is obviously brimming with runners. 
"Johnson party eh?  funny how runners stand out once they're all together. Let's get down to business then why don't we 
The aging ork fits the old stereotype to a tee: gruff demeanor, dirty clothes, lingering smell of sweat... he takes a seat at the table, sitting in his chair at a slant, with an obvious slouch
so how many a' you kids have experience in this line a' work, an' how many of ya are gonna slow us down?

Nexus nods toward meat puppet "You a runner little lady? frag-it-all but you look like a regular little glittergirl!    He chuckles to himself at the thought of such a pretty face having to kill or worse to make the rent.

@Druid:You look like someone who can do some heavy hittin'.  what's yer name, chummer?  Mine's Nexus: I'm heavy muscle and that's why i was called for the job he turns to face the rest of the assembled runners What about you?  Names and specialtie. Let's get to know our strengths and weaknesses before we meet this Mr. J

[Triggvi]

[19:04 20 Jun 2072 - Miso's Restaurant ]

@the Team> Hi everyone, you can call me Meat Puppet. I am a girl of many talents. She smiles and her clothes change color and pattern, and her face, skin color and hair color all change. In moments she looks like a sexy Thai girl. Than changes back to the Chinese girl.

@Nexus> Have you ever considered showering before a meet, chummer? You smell like a train hopping hobo.  My understanding we are meeting Mrs Johnson not hobo Johnson. She hands nexus a packet of freshen up towelettes. She tells him in a very stern voice to use them in the restroom. Nexus feels a strong compulsion in her voice to do as she says.

[Cato]

[19:02 Miso's]

Druid grins at the aging ork and nods his head towards the customers in the middle of the restaurant.

@Nexus: What, you don't think they are the Johnson party, omae?  I'm Druid, and I'm a decent guy to have around when you need a little physical work, or when shit turns sour, comprende? But enough of that, you wouldn't happen to have a cig on you, would ya?    

@the rest of the table: Or anyone for that matter?  Give me a pack and I promise to take extra good care of you.

[gargamel]

19:04 june 22-Miso's]
@Meat Puppet: Nice to see ya ain't as docile as ya look there girlie.  i just hope yer bite's as strong as yer bark.  he takes the towelette, wipes off his goggles, and drops it in a crumpled wad on the table. heheh 'hobo'...now there's a word ya dont' hear any more.  maybe i found myself another book reader. Nexus says nothing but feels it may have been a good idea to shower before the meet.  oh well.  next time.

@Druid:  ya know, i quit almost a year ago now, but i always keep some on me during business.  shit goes sour, it just might take the ol' edge off.

Nexus pulls out a pouch of loose leaf tobacco, and tosses it to the  human, noting that his lingo and body movements point to him being from Aztlan of all places.

[Cato]

Druid takes the pouch, and frowns at it before he pats himself down for some paper.  While he busies himself with rolling a cigarette he winks at Nexus.

@Nexus: Ain't that the Lord's truth.  They say these things will kill you, but when explosive rounds are going off I figure I'll take my chances with a little light.

@MeatPuppet: Nice chica, I just hope your talents extend a bit farther than looking pretty.  But, I like your style.

He tears off a match and lights his cigarette, tossing the pouch back to Nexus.  He brushes some loose tobacco off onto the floor.

@Nexus: Thanks, omae.

[Redwulfe]

After receiving the direction sto the proper table from the counter, Yurei walks over to the table. He is dressed and looks like a typical Japanese businessman, much like many ofmthe people sitting in the bar. His suit is not in cation right now andnnothing about him seems to be of runner quality. After arrivingbat the table he bows slightly while say, exude me, but would this happen to be the Johnson party? his accent clearly marks him as a person that is not from this country.

[Triggvi]

[Miso's]
@yurei> It might be, may I ask who you are? with a very enchanting smile.

[Redwulfe]

Looking to the woman before him, Yurei answers, A friend of mine who hires me for freelance work from time to time told me that there was a group of freelancers like myself getting together here under that reservation. He thought it would be good for me to meet with them before another meeting later on tonight. If you are the group I seek, then my name is Yurei.

[Triggvi]

@Yurei> Please have a seat then. You may call me Meat Puppet. She gives Yurei a slight bow.

[Redwulfe]

Yurei sits down and looks at those assembled, I am called Yurei, I am what you may call a locksmith.

[gargamel]

good to know whoever hired us put together a decent mix of talents...now... Nexus turns to face the silent, seemingly secretive dwarf in the corner: what about you, chummer?