Okay that is sad to hear. But I understand - no fun coming home and feeling forced to 'work' again.
The little we had here was fun and we'll have that : )
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Haven't actually played much of any 1st or 2nd, mostly 4th. Not sure if it is my favourite but it is where all my experience lay. And the rule system my brain defaults to every time I try to think of anything SR which is the main hassle :P
Sounds tempting - but I don't think I could handle two not-right systems of Shadowrun at the same time :P
"You curious? All right, I put it on a feed. Hang on a sec." Redline fiddles with her googles and flicks on the camera. Mkay here is to them not having any milspec signal triangulation...
Don't stress it too much - fix/endure RL first. And I hope you get some rest this weekend : )
"Goin' to take a guess and say that they'll notice if we cut the wire. I'll take a look and see if I can't rig a bypass real quick. Otherwise, I can make the fence go away once we are ready to leave if we really really need." Redline sits down at takes a good look at the wiring. "Why don't you take a quick look up ahead?"
"Maybe we just should have gone to the antique dealer ..." Redline mutters and adjusts her boots and rubbed her ankle. Then, obviously not that badly injured, she noded towards the house and chuckled. "Let's see if we meet that hound, shall we?"
I think Me'mori is saying 'it seems weird for HepCat to jump fences, but that act feels most likely to advance the game'. Or somethin :P
"Aight. Let's do this."
Redline gets over quite easily, but the landing doesn't exactly look graceful. She does her best as to jump over discreetly, as discreetly one can be jumping over an electric fence.
All right, Redline certainly has the dice pools to get over (if she rolls better then on the Per check :P). But she is probably more useful as backup rather then rumbling along on the inside. So, our chosen sacrifices *chough* point (wo)men, are you ready : )? Also - anyone know where I could find any rules or something for throwing people? Might come in handy if someone fails their climb ... :P
Tough luck. : / But on the bright side, glad to hear that the surgery went well. And now that you are married to a real cyborg I assume the Shadowrun inspiration will flow! :P
Redline takes a quick survey of the wall, looking for any obvious weaknesses. Like a tree or cell tower or something close, from which one may simply drop over. "'Aight. I'm up for boosting someone over, shouldn't be that hard. Just keep an eye out for that 'Hound'."
Redline makes a point of parking her vehicle somewhere a bit discrete, given that it neither fit with the neighbourhood nor had any fancy tricks. She stuffs her AK, a few demolition odds-and-ends and a LAW launcher inside a decently sized dark grey sports bag before exiting. "Hang on. Let's see if they have eyes or wires hanging about."
"And I need to get some *uhhh* stuff. Gimmie an hour to swoop by and pick 'em up." Redline replies. And stash up on all this sweet free food! Woho.
"'Aight. I'm in. Just one thing, who's gonna deal with all that voodoo shit?" Redline agrees and takes a detour to raid Bart's supply of tasty food. The fact that food was available 'to go' clearly inspired her when she started ordering multiple items off the menu. Good graces, I won't have to even *see* noodles for at least a week!
"You don't 'now what a 'nade launcher is?! What?" Redline gives Wraith a look as if she had just emerged from underneath a rock - or something. But she quickly comes around, attempting to grab Wraith one arm over the shoulders with a grin. With her free hand she flips open her coat and pulls out a belt with an worrying amount of wobbling "'nades" attatched. She continues to wave the belt around with worrying vigour as she colourfully explains what a "'nade" is. Even if Wraith may insist that she does know what a grenade is. Especially then, since it invites the conversation to the deeper philosophical aspects *cough* of 'make things go boom!'. After a while, Redline cools down and lets go of Wraith, if she hasn't already slipped away. She also stops treating her explosives as maracas and mumbles *something* about them being mostly safe anyway while stowing them away again. "So planning eh? What do we know about that hood - low odds of there being a troll metal concert next door aight? Probably would have to fetch my silencer then ..." "... but being ready to cut the cord for the alarm might help. A bit of jamming wouldn't hurt if we had it, but just DoS the local KE phones *could* work a little while, if we got the stuff for it. And do we know if they are off the electrical grid as well? Bricking their power would at least force them over to aux units, less power budget for stuff like fences then."
"Eh, I got a pickup. No bucket seats though..." Redline offers on the transportation front, but she does look a little bit disappointed to miss the joyride.
Redline enthusiastically return Wraith's high-five and chuckles at Bart. "It's all about the right dosage!"
"I suppose I can't write 'truck-o-ammo' on my expense report. No?"
"Aight. Let's head out to that ride of yours HepCat!"
"Yah, I'm game." Redline stands up a bit too quickly hand have to steady herself on the table. "Only question is how do we deal with the 'spiritual' side? Overwhelming firepower?" Her grin signalled that she liked that solution. Probably not just for any spirits, but any and all of life's little troubles.
"Well - no harm in askin'. But I guess I can afford a lot of floss!" Redline grins and signs.
"Okay." Redline nodded. It made sense, shame about that private jet though. She took another sip of her drink and eyed Wrath's burger, picking up pace. Dammit. What did father use to say I should ask before getting employed? Permanent employment wasn't something she had actually considered herself, but her parents were still hopeful. I uh guess they'll be happy now? "What about health benefits and stuff like that? Do we have insurance - or dental plan? It would be nice to have, but nothing she really expected. She waited for the reply, either way, before continuing on. "All right, I'm in."
It's sorta late over here, but I felt like I should add *something* so I went for it. It is *something* ^^ Also - it feels *so much better* now that you grouped that pen with those events mdt ... .P
"Uhum..." Redline mumbled. Their would-be employer seemed like she had a bolt or two loose - most people usually knew what the currency was called at least. Might be old money, someone who isn't accustomed to actually handlin' it herself ... And again, ~10 jobs a year wouldn't interfere too much with any get-money-for-rent schemes. *And* less time actually looking for work is always a plus! "I got a question see - say we are out of the country and you call - do we get a nice ride home?" Redline asked. The odds of her ever affording a vacation (or passing the border successfully!) seemed slim, but it never hurt to ask. And it may show how desperate she really is for mooks...
With a pained glance at the closing door Redline motions for the pen. She wasn't sure if it was the drink, the evening or this whole thing that was making her nauseous, but *this* wasn't what she was expecting when she left home. But, bills to pay, money to gain ... Once the pen came around she carefully signed the contract with a small R. Nice colour at least.
Had a long day at work, I hope you don't mind if I skip out on today's IC post. I *uh* might need a moment to process this. (My quick 2 cents - magical contracts may leave the characters [and/or players] a bit miffed, but they usually turn into quite amusing stories - especially the 'find the loophole part'. *Might* not even be needed, but we'll see ^^) Also, I'm trying to recall that NPC (portrait) from the game hmm. Hmm hmm hmm ...
If you look above, you'll see she wanted everyone in on it. And since the story ended with an implication that we had already hooked our friends in ("we are meeting our J for the 'fictional' run, can your friends help out?") - thus when you said you hadn't met us earlier, Suki took that as that you didn't feel that the story worked out (since the story implied that you already helped us out with that J) and so the 100% 'story-agreement' wasn't there so she scraped it. That is my read of it all at least. You may note that it is somewhat ful of assumptions and so, hence my confusion :P But! Would everyone be on board with us using everything but the last piece of the 'End of the Line' story (that is, excluding the implied meeting with our fictional J :P) and thus keep those character-to-character bonds? If that makes sense .P
Something completely different - about how much info do you want from your assessing hits on Redline? A bit of character and mood, or something more?
Redline sipped her 'drink'. It seemed alot less appetizing without all the components. Maybe they serve a smoothie? "Yah, I did..." Redline takes another sad sip of her 'drink'.
Ahh what the hell. If a drink gets me, I'm probably lucky! "Screw it. I'll take the bus or somethin'." she rises and heads back to the barkeep for a real somethin'. Once it is ready, she takes a deep sip and suppresses a cough. "Aight. For the pleasantries; I'm Redline. I deal with stuff like landscaping and - *cough* - creative entries. Listner's my friend here; he got a touch for the occult and I'll let him fill in the rest of that ball o' chaos."
Ahhhh I'm confused now. Might be the long day; but do we know each other or not? Wraith didn't seem to know me, but Listner indicates that we/she should. Or something, mayhaps I got it all twisted? Anyhow. I will need to go to sleep real soon anyhow, so I'll act a bit vague in a what that could, with a bit of squinting, fit in either way! :P
Merp, there we go . ) Also, 'End of the Line' is out? Just double checkin' And I'll get to actually stuffing my alias with useful things in a moment : )
Shiiit! Redline was fairly sure she had nothing appropriate to wear to a place like Arnaud's (really, it was a miracle if she had more then five outfits outside that perpetual 'to wash' pile!). It was something she *really* never thought she would have to worry about. Ahhh frak it. she sighed and glanced at her clock. Maybe there was enough time to buy something nice? But her expression quickly soured when she recalled the balance on her account - and all the bills that surely would come calling at the end of the month. In the end she settled for a pink tank top (probably more fitting on a girl ten year old with a princess complex, but she never wore the dam thing so at least it was clean!), a pair of moderately not-broken jeans, a sturdy pair of boots that got to see shoe-shine for the first time in years, a dull red trenchcoat and a double dose of the 'be nice' pills. Upon inspecting her work via her mirror, Redline grinned in pain. Well, they are bloody not hiring me for my taste of fashion, I hope! Into the many pockets and holsters of the trenchcoat went gun and co, a feeble attempt to compensate for their unsatisfactory rate of fire and impact energy with sheer number of pieces. She didn't have the three set of hands nor the coordination to use them all anyhow, but it felt a bit better. With the ritual of preparation complete, it was time to head to the meet. Listner's probably already waiting. And on that she was right, as usual. Walking down the sidewalk she quickly spotted him at their arranged spot. "Hey there. Heard anythin'?" She gave him a few moments to reply and fiddled with the cigarette in her hands. Shit. When did this happen ... Wasn't I supposed to stop? With an annoyed look she flicked the half-smoked thing into the gutter. When they later entered the restaurant, the words 'open bar' resonated deeply with her. She greeted the barkeep with a polite nod and a long glance at all the bottles of liquor. "Tequila sunrise..." She decided. At the back of her head, the voice of her doc lectured her about mixing stuff. With a sigh she added. "Make it a drivers, please." To compensate, she nabs the menu and scans it for something she would actually recognize as she heads to the one table that is actually occupied. Most of the others seems all nice and dressed up. Bummer. Taking one of the free seats and hanging her heavy coat over the back, she greets the table with a grunt and a nod. "So what's happenin'?"
@Meeting J after a run - My experience is typically like this: if you have an actual thing to turn over, do that quickly. If not, you can typically afford to lay low a little bit.
Mm seems like a nice scene anyhow, can't really fault it : ) But I do think I'd envision Redline to be a more of the *nudge nudge wink wink* type of character rather then 'whaaaa what are you saying?!'. But we could chalk that one up to stress or something. Or maybe he us just that cute :P
And in my haste I used the old redline alias. Doh! @mdt - Would it be okay if I simply tracked purchases and such mundane stuff in my profile (and just use the SR3 file for karma advancements and stuff like that)? It seems like much less of an hassle to me (I will, of course, keep a list of "nuyen" expended on the alias!)
All rigthy. I'll make the final adjustments to Redline after dinner and then I'll upload a new file as well as a finalized one : )
Sure. Redline probably has a bunch of odd friends, so there is plenty of creative space there. Any sort of specific friend you had in mind?
It's just tough to imagine carrying it all in a way that doesn't constrict movement. But if you can, that's really all that's important. I recommend augmented muscles and a really big bag. And if push comes to shove, you can just light a fuse at random and fling the whole shebang at it. *Something* is bound to get the kill :P
There! That link *should* lead to a folder with a (non-finalized) NSRCG file with Redline. Once I'm certain I haven't done any major screw-ups I'll finalize it and start to migrate the useful info to her profile.
The above, in addition to rolling for starting money as well as uploading stuff, are the last pieces I need to be good to go : ) |