[Chrona]

Monday February 15, 2072; 18:00, The Edge, Downtown, Elven District.
Conrad Johnson; PAN=Passive SIN: Arthur Jones, R. 3.

J was having trouble keeping up, as the others formed plans his mind went blank.
Stage Fright.

He finally thought he could do something useful and mentally asked his astral companion to head to the hub and do astral recon and report "his" findings to J before sundown had him return home.

0 Services left.

[Kylen]

((Ugh. RL got a hold of me too.))

Monday, February 15, 2072, 18:00, The Edge, Downtown
Jackson; PAN=Passive SIN: Roan Linth Rt4

Jackson listened in. "If I may, what would my part in all this be?" he asked, looking at those still at the restaurant. "Or should I just get myself in and be backup for everyone else? I guess it doesn't help that I have little ability in firearms." he mentioned. "Don't want to do stuff on my own and screw up the job."

[IrregularS]

Monday, February 15, 2072, 18:00 pm, Leaving The Edge, Downtown district
Ironclad; PAN = Acitve (Meta Link), Hidden (Technomancer); SIN = Henry Fitzgerald rt.4 (Meta Link)

Ironclad got up from his seat and moved to follow Blackjack.

"Well, I'll be following your lead on this foray, supposing that we're still heading to there. I may be an ork, but I can't say that I've had extensive contact with the Underground. Also, before we really go anywhere, it'd probably be a good idea to reevaluate our clothing choices. I'd like all hell to get outta this outfit."

Ironclad focused on the flow of the code as he walked. He could hear it calling out to him, and a small voice formed from the buzz. He narrowed his focus towards that voice and reached out. He felt something... special as he reached. He mentally pulled hard back towards himself, willing shape into being, and letting his mind feel the direction that the Resonance wished to flow rather than direct it. In moments a small, mechanical figure with large expressive eyes, thin-framed glasses, and delicate arms formed in one of the AROs displaying information from his link.

He stumbled from the effort of pulling the little creature into being as the buzz seemed to dim to him. His vision swam and he neerly tettered over to the right, but he manged to stay upright, propping himself up with one arm against the wall. As his vision began to return to normal and the buzz reached its typical levels, he blinked and put a hand up to the side of his head, the sudden light throbbing of a headache assaulting him. He instinctually wiped his nose, a bit of blood smearing the side of his index finger.

Compiling a Rating 5 Data Sprite
Compiling Roll vs. Rating of Sprite: Resonance 6 + Compiling 4 = (10d6.hits(5)=3) vs. Rating 5 = (5d6.hits(5)=2)
Services Owed = 1
Incoming 4S Fading
Resisted by: Resonance 6 + Intuition 5 = (11d6.hits(5)=0)
Ouch, 4S taken.

Fuck, that hurt! That took a lot more outta me than I expected. I'm gonna need to get my kit from my bike. Good thing I need to change before going anywhere.

He righted himself and continued to walk after Blackjack, wiping away the remaining blood from under his nose.

I'm gonna send a sprite out to search for more info on our Johnson while we're going about this. Hopefully, he'll bring back something more useful than what we've found already.

Ironclad looked at the curious little creature he had brought into existence inside his head.

[Only to the sprite]

Little one, would you mind looking for something for me? I need information on a particular person.

Ironclad accesses a still frame prominently featuring the Johnson from the recording. He points to the Johnson.

Look for any information on the Matrix you can find pertaining to this man. Be careful and try not to get caught looking by anyone. Now off you go and thank you.

[Back to Everyone]

So, yeah, I'd like to have time to get some back-up for the Matrix side of things, plus time to probe their defenses. Those both take quite a bit of time, and I'm pretty sure I don't have time for it all.

[OOC: Here's the rolls for the Sprite's Data Search Checks. It's searching the whole Matrix, so the interval is 1 minute. Appling the rule of -1 for each subsequent check, otherwise the Sprite could search the Matrix 8 hours, making a roll every 1 minute. If I'm doing this wrong, let me know, and I'll rework the rolls.
Browse 5 + Data Search 5
10d6.hits(5)=2
9d6.hits(5)=4 General or Public Knowledge
8d6.hits(5)=2
7d6.hits(5)=1
6d6.hits(5)=2
5d6.hits(5)=1 Limited Interest or Not Publicized
4d6.hits(5)=2
3d6.hits(5)=1
2d6.hits(5)=0 Critical Glitch (Poor thing got et?)

[Thermo]

Monday February 15, 2072; 18:02, Outside The Edge, Downtown
Dirk Blackwater; PAN=Passive SIN: Shin Shoryuken Rt.4

Dirk turns to look at Ironclad and sees the blood running from his nose and down his chin.

"Holy shit mate, you all right? Usually only see that from riggers who jumped in and got clobbered while running hot. Unless.. ahh, I suppose I should assume that you're Awakened then. Nice."

Blackjack sends out an encrypted message to his fellow runner's PANs:
I'm sure everyone needs to get their gear together, get changed, call your people, do whatever it is you do before starting a run. There's an alleyway that has an entrance to the Underground across from a coffee shop in the downtown district. It's 6 PM now, let's meet there at 10 PM. I'll take you guys down to the club, once we're set up then the forward team can head out and scope out the building.
He sends a quick follow-up message with the address of the coffeeshop, called "Roasted Beans", and a note saying 10:00 Sharp

Dirk heads down to the Underground to meet with the club manager to secure a private room

[Deliverator]

Monday February 15, 2072; 18:00, The Edge, Elven District, Seattle Downtown, UCAS
Sharp, PAN = Passive; SIN=Nicholas Spikings rt.4

"Alright boys and girls, head out, get your gear, hit up your contacts for any information you can gain access to, and meet up at the rendezvous, 10pm Roasted Beans."

@Dancer That leaves us about 3 hours. What dessert should we order to-go? I was thinking strawberries and cream.

[Netzgeist]

Monday February 15, 2072; ~18:00, The Edge, Elven District, Seattle Downtown, UCAS
Eliza Gebb, PAN = Passive (Meta Link), Hidden (Major); Broadcasting Ada Byron SIN rt.4

So she was right. Our matrix guy IS a technomancer. That's interesting, and a great advantage.

@Ironclad: Too good that you are one of these with a special way around the 'trix. Don't worry about making all the work yourself; I may not be touched by the Resonance (or whatever you guys call it), but I may help with the technical support.

To Blackjack: "Look, we will decide on each one's part in all this when the time come, and that will be when we get enough information on the target to draw a consistent plan. Not having a good shot may not be a problem: in this operation, if there's a need for wielding a gun, it will probably be a sign we already screwed the mission."

There's still 4 hours 'till the meeting. Ada sure as hell will enjoy a dessert here before going home to prepare herself; it's a good thing living nearby. And after all, she is feeling confident in doing all that she needs in the three hours just before the meeting.

[Chrona]

Monday February 15, 2072; 18:01, Outside The Edge, Downtown, Elven District.
Conrad Johnson; PAN=Passive SIN: Arthur Jones, R. 3.

The nosebleed worried J so he proceeded to check Ironclad's aura.

Int 4 + Assensing 4 + Actively Looking 2 (10d6.hits(5)=2)

[lwcoyote]

Monday February 15, 2072; ~18:00, The Edge, Elven District, Seattle Downtown, UCAS
PAN Status: Still passive
SIN Status: Still Jenna McIntyre

Leigh gives her head a brief little shake, having been lost in thought. Sitting up, she reaches for her glass and downs the last of her dessert-wine, then smiles to Ada. "I've been dying to try the Red Velvet cake... it's definitely not typical asian or elven food, but the baker has brought his own western touches to the dessert menu, for a change." she replies. "Or if you're prefering something lighter, the Mango Sorbet I understand is quite good as well." Leigh adds, setting down her own menu.

At Ada's comment to Blackjack, Leigh nods quickly in agreement. "Can't plan until we have further information. Time will come, hopefully sooner rather than later." the elf adds.

When Talon's instant message comes up, Leigh smirks a little, looking to him across the table. "That sounds like something to discuss *after* the job, don't you think? Our time would be better spent digging up information and preparing ourselves.." comes her careful response, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

[Deliverator]

Monday February 15, 2072; 18:01, The Edge, Elven District, Seattle Downtown, UCAS
Sharp, PAN = Passive; SIN=Nicholas Spikings rt.4

@Dancer I thought that WAS preparing
Talon smirks at Dancer, "Red velvet cake does sound delicious, but do you think it would damage my girlish figure? Personally I don't have a whole lot of contacts, I was just going to case the place a little and see what I could dig up with my own two eyes. Anything beyond that is up to you all. I mostly hurt people, and look good doing it."

[Netzgeist]

Monday February 15, 2072; ~18:00, The Edge, Elven District, Seattle Downtown, UCAS
Eliza Gebb, PAN = Passive (Meta Link), Hidden (Major); Broadcasting Ada Byron SIN rt.4

Examining Sharp and Dancer is being somewhat fun, but Ada had not lost focus on the task at hand. When one of the waiters passes nearby, she asks for the Red Velvet cake. While waiting her order, she comments to Dancer: "I'm not a cake person myself, but the way you painted it, I need to try it."

[lwcoyote]

Monday February 15, 2072; ~18:00, The Edge, Elven District, Seattle Downtown, UCAS
PAN Status: Still passive
SIN Status: Still Jenna McIntyre

Leigh manages to avoid rolling her eyes at Talons comment about his figure. "I'm sure you'll be fine... if you're worried, you can walk it off." she replies, tone amused and teasing. At Ada's own comment, the elf winks to her. "It might just turn you, with its rich decadence." Leigh adds, before ordering her own.

Turning her attentions back to Talon, the elf shrugs briefly. "Casing it seems like a good idea... having actual eyes-on can't hurt, and might give us information that we can't dig up via other ways. Just try not to get yourself shot up.." Leigh suggests. "I might just join you, although I have a few calls to make first... and I really don't want to head over there without getting changed first." the elf adds, glancing down at her skirtsuit. "I'll straight up say that this is not my usual preference for day to day fashion.."

((OOC: Who is still at the table? I know some peeps left, but I'm loosing track of that >.> ))

[StarManta]

Eliza, J, Jackson Hart, Leigh, and Talon are still at the table.

I, too, was overwhelmed with stuff to do this weekend. Running a one-off at a small convention, a day with the parents in town, followed by a wedding and two receptions for it...

Monday February 15, 2072; 18:05, The Edge, Elven District, Seattle Downtown, UCAS

The desserts ordered by those still there appeared a few minutes later, every bit as rich and decadent as promised; soft, crumbly, and sweet with a combination of flavors you just couldn't get with soy.

J could plainly see that Ironclad had just received a jolt of pain, pretty serious pain but nothing actually damaging. It made him think of the drain he experienced when casting or summoning, but Ironclad was clearly mundane. Where did that come from?

Monday February 15, 2072; 18:10, The Edge, Elven District, Seattle Downtown, UCAS

Over the next few minutes Ironclad's sprite starting sending back results. Rough matches at first, but eventually it found a picture of him in a press release by Mitsuhama Media from two years ago. He was standing behind a corp exec named Herman Mills, announcing their newest project, some reality trid about Urban Brawl participants. A little more digging unveiled a name: James Marsh. Marsh didn't appear to live in Seattle, though, at least not anymore - he moved to Japan over a year ago.

In the middle of the stream of data, Ironclad winced as it abruptly cut out. His sprite had just switched its search efforts to Japan when something halted the stream. This didn't feel like a coincidence.

Monday February 15, 2072; 18:12, The Edge, Elven District, Seattle Downtown, UCAS

With just a few minutes left until sundown, J's Spirit of Man rushed over to the hub. The aura of this place is weak, but not nonexistant. There is some magic here; it has left its mark, but it is weak enough that I cannot discern the original intent. So, there are astral signatures there. No man who knows the breath of magic is on the premises at this time. I see two unawakened men outside. They feel to me to be very disgruntled.

The sun descended past the horizon, and J felt his link with the spirit dissipating. Farewell. I am headed to rejoin my brethren. Perhaps I will join you again in the future.

[IrregularS]

Monday, February 15, 2072, 18:02 pm, Leaving The Edge, Downtown district
Ironclad; PAN = Acitve (Meta Link), Hidden (Technomancer); SIN = Henry Fitzgerald rt.4 (Meta Link)

"Thanks, but I'll be fine. There was more of a kick than I was expecting."

Ironclad walked to the lot that held his bike. Time for work. I gotta go home and get dressed for this. He hopped onto the bike and buckled himself in. With a single command, the bike took off.

Monday, February 15, 2072, 18:10 pm, Waiting at a Traffic Light, Downtown district
Ironclad; PAN = Active (Meta Link), Hidden (Technomancer); SIN = Henry Fitzgerald rt.4 (Meta Link)

Ironclad waited for the light to turn green. The roads were packed this time of day, so the going was slow. Shit, at this rate, I'll only have about an hour, if I'm lucky, at home. The incoming data stream from the data had fed him a couple of details that he was sure he could capitalize upon when the stream cut out.

"What the fuck? Oh shit, it probably got caught." Ironclad sighs. "I'm sorry little one." The traffic light ahead of him turns green and he orders the bike ahead.

[@Everyone]I've got a few results back from the sprite I sent out. A couple of names, Herman Mills and James Marsh. It looks like the latter guy is our man, but he seems to have had a deal with the former around Urban Brawl. They were making a reality trid about it. Anyways, our guy seems to live outta Japan, but I couldn't get anymore info beyond that. My sprite's stopped transmitting, so it may have gotten caught out there.

Ironclad shifted in his seat slightly. It's gonna be a long trip. I hope it isn't gonna get too bumpy.

[Kylen]

((Red will be Chinese for this post))

Monday, February 15, 2072, 18:10, The Edge, Downtown
Jackson; PAN = Passive; SIN RT4 Roan Linth

Jackson enjoyed his expensive cake slowly, just finishing it when the message from Ironclad came in. Nodding to himself and making a note, he stood up. "Well, ladies and gentleman, I need to go change into my work clothes and make a few calls. I'll see you all at the meeting point." he said, nodding to each before leaving. Once outside, he put a call in to his Triad contact. "Ling, shoot me a call when you're not busy. Looking to trade a favor for a favor." he messaged, sending it and closing the link, in case his superior was busy with other things. Doing the math, he figured he'd be able to get home in about half an hour, and would easily make the meet up at 10. Turning north, he all but raced home, doing his best not to draw any KE attention by speeding.

[StarManta]

Monday, February 15, 2072, 18:30

After a short delay, Ling returned Jackson's call. "I'm listening, what did you have in mind, my friend?"