[Pyromaster13]

Kris makes a quick browse of the matrix as she long onto the Infinity public node.  Copying the address down and sending the address to her linked Thundercloud Morgan, and sending a command to the pilot to pick her up out front, she was ready to go in less than a minute. she replied to Wyrmtongue, "Thanks, but I've got my own ride. Can only fit myself and one in the back, but it's not very comfortable. Sorry boys."

[All4BigGuns]

After waiting a few minutes and no one arriving to take her up on the offer of a ride, Predator shrugs and hits the ignition switch, starting up the Rover's engine and takes off to head towards the Infinity.

[cabo_setek]

I think everyone has either gotten a ride or is already on the way there, so I'll continue.  By the way Mirikon, 3BB is pronounced as Ebb.  If that was intentional, than sorry, cuz it was funny.  Just wanted to make sure everyone knew how to pronounce it.

After a short 20 minute drive, and another 10 minute wait for everyone to gather together again, you towards the front door of Infinity.  Infinity is one of the current novahot nightspots on the Seattle scene.  Before you even schmooze past the formidable pair of troll bouncers at the door, you can hear and feel the pounding beats of the latest club hits.  Once you’re inside, the bassline thrums through the walls and floor like a giant subsonic heartbeat, making it difficult even to breathe out of time with the music.  All around, people dressed in the latest clubwear fashions writhe and gyrate on the dancefloor, with holographic images skittering over and above the moving display and adding to the sensory overload.  When you subscribe your PAN to the club’s network, things get even more chaotic; Dozens of messages and signs flash across your vision, everything from mundane AROs, like directions to the restrooms and a list of the bar specials, to private messages from clubbers who want to get to know you better and even offers to share their BTL's.  Adjusting your commlink’s settings to filter out unwanted information, you’re glad that you and your team can use your links to communicate, since you sure aren’t going to hear anything audibly over the music. You spot the elf bartender your fixer mentioned immediately— she’s the only woman back there, and she’s a beauty.

[Mirikon]

Wyrmtongue was literally in heaven. So many lovely morsels, offering themselves and their toys freely. And those BTLs they offered! He'd tried some of them before, and they were wonderful! But, sadly, he didn't have time to indulge himself right now. They had to get to the meet. Still, he sent a couple ladies a response, saying that he was working now, but would gladly meet them for drinks some other time.

Moving up to the female elf, Wyrmtongue nodded. "Ms. Johnson, I presume?"

<OOC> Resist temptation - WILL+CHA(3): 10d6.hits(5)=4

[cabo_setek]

The bartender looks Wyrmtongue up and down.  "Johnson?  Sorry, don't know anyone by that name.   Names Sarissa.   Of course, I do vaguely remember someone with that name coming in earlier.  I can't seem to recall very well.  I wish there was something that could jog my memory."  She smiles at him, and blinks coyly.

[Pyromaster13]

Ah the club scene, and the music! Kris saved the address into her commlink for later.  Noticing the AR messages for BTL's she thought for a moment, "Ah... I've got plenty of hacked ones at home. And I'm on business.". She rejoined the rest as Wyrm attempted contact with the bartender.

[RainyDayNinja]

Fury does his best to keep his eyes locked on Sarissa's face, making a point of turning his back to the provocative dress and sensual dancing of the revelers on the dance floor. He chose to instead scan for any signs of trouble while the talkers did their talking.

[Mirikon]

Wyrmtongue leaned in to whisper something in the woman's ear, a broad grin across his face.

"My dear, there is plenty I could do to jog your memory. I do need to see Mr. Johnson now, but perhaps when I'm done, I could show you a few things you've never seen before. I guarantee I can do things with my tongue you've never experienced."

Con (Seduction): 20d6.hits(5)=7

[cabo_setek]

As Wyrmtongue leans back out, he can see, even under the constantly shifting lights of the club, that the elf is blushing. She takes a few deep breaths and stumbles on her words a bit before composing herself.  "Oh, you're with that Johnson.  Why didn't ya say so." As she says this, directions appear in your AR, along with codes to the door.  The directions given lead up to the second floor. "Your party is in the Blue Room.  And, uhm,  come back soon."  She winks at Wyrmtongue

Charisma 6 + Negotiation 3 :9d6.hits(5)=4

[Mirikon]

Wyrmtongue gave the elf a kiss on the cheek (and a pinch on the rear) as he exchanged contact info with her, before motioning to the others to follow. Following the AR directions, he leads the way to the second floor, and inputs the codes to get into the Blue Room. This really must be important, if the Johnson sprang for Blue. He didn't know what the costs were, but he knew the rooms were arranged on a ROYGBIV scale, with Violet being the most secure and, presumably, most expensive of the lot. There were rumors of an Ultraviolet room, of course, but no one he'd met had been in it.

[All4BigGuns]

While Wyrmtongue is chatting up the bartender for the directions to where the Johnson was waiting, Predator leaned against the bar--having taken a few moments to change into more appropriate attire for the nightclub in the back of her Rover before coming in--and watched the club's patrons as they went about their revels and shaking her head at the BTL offers. She'd never been one to mess around with those, and didn't quite understand the draw of frying--sometimes literally--your brain cells for a short term fix.

As the Face/Shaman turns to make his way to where the bartender told him the Johnson was waiting, she takes a quick glance around before following him to the meeting room.

[Cato]

Hawk glances around the nightclub and slowly shakes his head. Such distractions....

He follows the group into the meeting room, moving quietly.

[theKernel]

3BB&FL0 freaks out he has no idea whats real or not due to the AROs the resonance their really disturbs him. He is outwardly offended oddly enough. He then meanders up to the blue room after sending this message to wyrmtounge nice move man

[cabo_setek]

Your group stops in front of the Blue Room entrance, waiting as Wyrmtongue inputs the code.  The door opens, and you file in one by one, and the last of you closes the door on the way in.  The first thing you notice is how . . . blue the room is.  They weren't kidding when they called it the Blue Room.  And the second thing, amazingly, is how quiet it's suddenly become.  The thumping rhythms and pounding that filled your senses not a moment earlier has been reduced to less than a whisper.

In the room itself is a genuine wooden table and several chairs.  It looks like a conference room.  And sitting on the other side of the table, sipping a drink, is Mr. Johnson.  He's a medium-sized troll, wearing a purple and chartreuse suit that, while sounding like a horrid mix, manages to look somewhat tasteful.  As he offers you a seat, he taps his commlink, activating a White-Noise Generator that is sitting on the table.

"Welcome," He says, smiling. "Please, have a seat.  I'm Mr. Johnson and  I trust you're the group Lenora said was coming?  Can I get you anything?"

[Mirikon]

Wyrmtongue nodded to the Johnson, and said, "Thank you, Mister Johnson." He ordered a drink, before sitting down in one of the chairs. Crossing his legs as he leaned back, Wyrmtongue waited for the rest of the group to seat themselves, and then said, "What can we do for you today, Mr. Johnson?"