[FastJack]

"Don't worry, if we have to shoot our way out, I have no problems with it. I'm just hoping it won't come to that."

Turning towards the front gate of the jail, she steadies herself, takes a deep breath and grabs B.B.'s hand. As they get within earshot of the guards, she tugs on his arm, forcing him to hop a step. "C'mon, Junior! Stop draggin' your feet! We're going to go visit your daddy!"

[inca1980]

[OOC: Air Elemental Assensing: (10d6.hits(5)=3).  You all fool it into looking mundane and Mercedes' aura looks like Walk's mundane aura.  Guard's Perception to see through Disguise: Int 3 + Percep 2 + Vision Enhancements 3 + Teamwork 1 = (9d6.hits(5)=2).  They buy that Mercedes is a mom and BB is her little elven son!  Now, the big one...Guard's Perception to see Walks: Int 3 + Percep 2 + Vision Enhancements 3 + Teamwork 1 + Chameleon -4 + Behind Mercedes -1 = (4d6.hits(5)=1).  I'll just buy hits on her Infil cuz chances are she won't glitch....but next time roll it.]


11:30 PM, June 21st, 2072 -- Outside Hollywood Detention Center.


@Mercedes, BB:
Dressed in rather old drabby thrift store urban casual, you leave the throng of pedestrians and start walking towards the two KE guards standing watch at the metahuman sized doorway embedded in the large hydraulic entrance gates.  Mercedes tugs little BB along as he tries to splash his foot in every puddle he sees along the way.  The guards don't seem to react other than by shifting a little in their place and adjusting their grip on their HK-227X's.  Once you come within about 5 meters one of the officers puts up his hand motioning for you to halt.  A quick glimpse into the astral shows you that Air Elemental hovering above the guards seems to be ignoring you completely.  Your throw-away comms get an incoming typical corporate AR greeting screen:

<<YOU HAVE JUST CROSSED INTO ARES MACROTECHNOLOGY TERRITORY Extra-territoriality Act S329W990>>
<<IF IT IS NOT YOUR WISH TO LEAVE UCAS TERRITORY, PLEASE TURN AROUND NOW>>


The guard on the right with his hand up speaks in an electronically amplified voice as if it were coming through a walkie-talkie:
"Citizen, please identify yourself and your young one and state your business.  If you are not in possession of a valid SIN then you must be cross-referenced before continuing on to nocturnal visitation hours."

Thank the Great Ghost for the more nocturnal tendencies of different meta-types or you'd only be able to visit in broad daylight like it used to be in the 5th World. 

@Walks:
You engage your Chameleon suit and sneak out of the alley.  No one walking the streets manages to notice you and with the agility of a cat you make it over behind Mercedes.  You hope to ghost that you were able to change your aura to look plain enough.  As she walks with BB in hand you make sure to stay in lock step with her and the quiet traceless nature of your movements makes it so that only extremely observant individuals might see the glassy contours of your form hiding behind Mercedes.  Once she's gotten all the way to the guards you hold your breath preparing for the worst, but so far no one or no thing seems to have noticed you. 
[OOC: roll in an Infil]

[FastJack]

Mercedes stops and pulls B.B. close to her, then smiles up at the guard. "We're here to visit my boyfriend. We were told that we needed to speak to the office secretary to fill out some forms about conjugal visits?"

Con 5 + Charisma 8 + Kinesics 3 + Improved Ability 1 + First Impression 2 (19d6.hits(5)=6)

[Walks Through Walls]

As they get stopped by the guards Walks will look to see if the door is open or closed. She will then give the mental command to her watcher and air spirit.

[Sludig]

Woofer sits in a unobserved spot, reading the note again, hoping he gets out of here soon.

[Kontact]

Brian was pretty good at avoiding eye contact.  You get a lot of practice at that when you've done enough truly shameful things.  Up close he had a better look at their security and was happy to give it a professional inspection.

((OOC:  Security Procedure knowledge Int 5 +1 skill +3 nans = 9d6.hits(5) → [4,6,4,2,6,4,1,5,3] = (3)  Security company Knowledge 9d6.hits(5) → [1,2,4,2,1,3,6,1,4] = (1)  Ares knowledge 9d6.hits(5) → [5,5,3,6,5,1,2,1,6] = (5)))

[inca1980]

11:30 PM, June 21st, 2072 -- Outside Hollywood Detention Center.

@Mercedes:
[OOC:  I'm adding a -1 suspicious modifier to your roll which leaves you with 5 hits.  Guard1 Charisma 3 = (3d6.hits(5)=1).  Guard2 Charisma 3 + Teamwork = (4d6.hits(5)=1).  That's a glitch.]

Even though you can't see his eyes, you can tell right away that the guard you're talking with is definitely checking you out through his visor.  They both chuckle a little. "Woah lady, I don't really know about those types of procedures....but if they told you that then you're gonna have to talk about that with reception.  Can we please see some ID mam....and if you'd just submit to a quick retinal....the little one is ok, but I just need one from you."

@BB:
You can see that the gate is activated by a typical screen panel console right next to it.  It even has a datajack input to jump into directly...a little old fashioned like something from the '50's.  You can also tell that the Mercedes is definitely smoojing the guard's with her A-game and it seems to be working.  Ares corporate culture tends to trickle all the way to the bottom and male chauvinism is an attitude implicitly fostered in the rank and file. 

@Walks:
The door in the gate is closed right now.  You send the word to your spirits and they begin shooting towards the air over head.  Through your mindlink with them you see bits and pieces but at the moment it's hard to figure out what is going on.

[FastJack]

Mercedes smiles at the guards and starts rummaging through her shoulder bag. After a minute or two of searching, she retrieves the commlink with her Morena ID (Rating 3) on it. She makes a show of slapping the 'link like it has trouble turning on and bites her lip until it registers her PAN. Smiling back at the guard, she presents the 'link to them. "Here you go. I need to get a new 'link, but with the kid and everything that his daddy's gotten into, it's been tough getting a new one...".

Con 5 + Charisma 8 + Kinesics 3 + Imp Ability 1 - Suspicious 1 (16d6.hits(5)=5)

[inca1980]

11:30 PM, June 21st, 2072 -- Outside Hollywood Detention Center.


@Mercedes&BB:
The guard holds up what looks like a little laser to your eye and initiates a retinal scan.  It makes you flinch a little.
[OOC: roll the rating of your fake ID.  Scanner's roll: (4d6.hits(5)=0).  Critical Glitch!  Don't even roll.  Both of you make another disguise roll though against some cameras.]

"Sorry about that Miss. Baccarin, I'll make sure to manually pipe your info into the system as soon as we let you in so that you don't need to do that again.  When I let you in a hover drone will accompany you to reception."
He looks down at BB and gets on one knee.
"Hey there little fella...I got a treat for you!  I bet'cher gonna be an NBA star when you grow big and tall!"
He pulls out a little card from his vest and gives it to you.  It's a Miko Nabuto NBA card that authorities typically give out to kids.

@Walks:
From your mental link you learn that your air spirit is locked in astral combat with the guarding air spirit.  The mental link with your watcher has been severed and it most likely has been disrupted.

[FastJack]

Disguise 1 + Intuition 4 (5d6.hits(5)=1)
Use a point of Edge to re-roll failures:
Edge re-roll (4d6.hits(5)=1)
2 Successes at least.

"No problem, thanks for all of your help." As the guard gives the card to B.B., she smiles down at him, "What do you say, sweetie?"

[Walks Through Walls]

Walks mentally tells her spirit to move back away from the gate and move back to the alley, but keep facing towards the door and she is going to try and determine if the spirit is watching them or her spirit.

[inca1980]

11:35 PM, June 21st, 2072 -- Outside Hollywood Detention Center.
@Walks:

From the mental image you're recieving while crouched behind Mercedes you can see the guarding Air Spirit is focused on your Spirit which speaks to you through the mental link.  "Sister I can't hold on much longer, I am no match for it!"   You feel it is in an enmorous amount of pain and that saddens you.

@Mercedes&BB:
[OOC: Sensor 3 + Facial Recognition Software 3 = (6d6.hits(5)=2).  woah, close...but you fool the software with your disguise. Roll against BB's disguise: Sensor 3 + Facial Recognition Software 3 = (6d6.hits(5)=2).  So you gotta match or beat that BB.]]

The officer looks up at Mercedes from his crouched position.  "He'll be slam dunking in no time!"

Edge: BB 3/3, Cynthia 3/3, Woofer 3/3, Mercedes 1/2

12:00 PM June 21st, 2072, the Yard:
@Woofer:
You sit around just like you did yesterday trying to mind your own business the sunlight cruelly filling your soul with the taste of freedom.  You ponder the note in your mind.  "Red Dragon" most definitely refers to the ork with the red dragon tattoo around his shaved head....the one you see calling the shots with the Crush here on the inside.  Looks like something big is gonna go down and someone here on the inside already knows about it.  You look up and beyond the bulwark surrounding the facility and imagine to yourself that Mercedes might be just beyond them....or she might be thousands of kilometers away somewhere.  All that mattered was that she and your friends are most likely still alive.  What else would provoke such a note?  Maybe they're gonna get help from the Crush since your relations to Sheldon are quite good.  You hope they've placed their trust in the right people because in here trust seems like a comidity that no amount of cigarettes can be traded for.  The confusing part of the whole thing is that the one who passed you the note seemed to be a Crusher himself.... 

[Walks Through Walls]

Walks tells her spirit to go back to standby and wait for her further instructions.

[Kontact]

((ooc:  If the original disguise doesn't stand then here's a new one.  11d6.hits(5) → [1,3,5,2,4,1,6,3,3,6,5] = (4)))

Wanting to stay out of the conversation as best he could, Brian just stuck his tongue out at Mercedes and squeezed her finger with the strength of a full-grown man.  As if they'd expect manners from a low-born toddler...

[FastJack]

Mercedes shoots him a motherly "you-are-so-going-to-get-it-when-we-get-home" look, then smiles at the guard again, "I'm so sorry, sometimes he can be such a brat! Come along, sweetie!" With that, she walks toward the entrance of the prison.