"That's a whole quarter of our pay just to go talk to this guy, though I highly doubt we'll get very far through concert security without them...hurts doing in, but it get's my vote."
Sorry for the delays, went and did the horrible thing of getting myself a job. Shouldn't be an issue any longer.
Shade gives Rick a charming smile, "Sure cutter, I'll hop on your hog."
Changing back into her normal attire (see pic in profile), throws her armored coat on, checks to make sure her manhunter has a full clip in it and gets that in her concealable holster rig and heads back out to Rick. "Ready as I can be."
sh4m...I feel your pain on the avatar issue. There's a reason I don't have one...What worked for me was just putting a link on my profile (click on my name and you're in). If you need help with the coding I'd be happy to assist. Garus, no worries...I'd typed up a whole speal and dice code about Shade rolling to see what she knew about "Micky's" before it clicked.
"Sounds like a plan, though one question. Any of you gentlemen fancy swinging a girl by her place? Car's in the shop..."
Shade will fill in the group on the latest search results (the last spoiler with her name on it).
Pretty sure Micky's is the bar that we all know St. Cloud from, so where we came here from. I think the other runner is a dead end as he seems to be a noshow for the game, though psionichamster said he was emailing him one more time.
"I like Rick's idea. We should find Nabo and see what he knows. If we go that route though I'd like to change into something a little more...kevlared. Nabo used to be a legitimate ganger, not just some poser wannabe. I bet wherever he's chillin' at things will be a little more lowbrow than what we have here."
Assuming Shade has the address to Nabo's new venue she'll send it out along with directions to the team.
"I like the idea of getting everyone together before we get too deep into this little adventure." Shade says, picking up her own cred, checking it out, and pocketing it.
Out of curiosity, is this another player that's supposed to show up or an NPC? If it's an NPC I'll send out a message to Sh4m saying: "Hey there, your party is looking to start the festivities but we don't want to begin without you. Hit me up with a time and place so we can start this thing."
Chris would also like to start running a search on "Nabo" and "goblin rock"
Threading
Electronics (3) +Resonance (6): 8d6 ⇒ (4, 2, 6, 2, 1, 6, 6, 5) = 32 4 hits, going to go with the gamble and keep all of them
Fading
Will (3) +Resonance (6): 9d6 ⇒ (6, 1, 6, 5, 6, 1, 6, 2, 6) = 39 6 hits, so no new damage
hmm...karma rebalancing out after the string of hot dice at last night's warhammer 40k game I suppose
"Hey Brain, yeah I am actually. I think some friends of mine are holding out on me and I wanna know if you'd heard anything. Supposedly there are some stirings in the goblin rock scene, something about a mass of emails that went out recently. I'm not sure if it's about an upcoming conert, or some bootlegs someone's offering, or what. But I wanna know what's going on. How wiz would it be if the Misfunctions were getting back together?! No way I'm missing out if it's that big! Get your feelers out there pretty boy, and hit me back as soon as you find out what's going on!"
Would she be able to find out where any of the data packets went?
Shade will let the group know what she found out so far too.
Killer, thanks for the help/advice. I'll spend a point of edge to reroll failures, and if it's cool I'd like to have threaded the browse program. She has pretty small dice pools for a lot of matrix actions, so my plan has been to rely on threading quite a bit. If not that's cool, she'll thread the next interval for the extended test.
Dice Rolls:
Rerolls: 3d6 ⇒ (2, 4, 1) = 7 No hits but no longer a glitch?
Chris sends out a comlink "friend request" to everyone in the room, as well as to Sh4m.
"I know a couple club kids that might have heard something, but I'm not sure if this is really their thing. They're not even based out of Seatle."
On top of hitting up my matrix club owner contact up any idea on what else Chris could be doing via the matrix would be greatly appreciated.
A grand up front and twelve hundred when the job's done, Chris thought to herself, Not bad for a couple day's work.
"I'm in, though I've a couple questions. What can you tell us about your employer? I understand the desire for anonymity, but the more we have to work with the better our chances. Are there any suspects you have, or are we hitting this from square one?"
Having flashbacks of setting around far dingier tables with far dingier people and going the rounds of introduction Chris shakes her head and takes a seat. "Hi, you guys can call me Shade," she begins, and quickly starts fidling with her comlink. "I'm pretty new to the area too, and yeah, looking to scrape together cash..."
Chris will try to be last in line and slip the elf a twenty on the way. "Sorry about the Rusky hon, boy gets a little ink and he forgets how to treat a lady."
Notes:
down 180
Eyeing the waitress from bangs to toes Chris does a quick search of her music library and plays a song. (relatively safe for work, with sound)
Singing along under her breath she catches up with the group..."Hello dad hello mom" head bop and a half second of air guitar, "I'm your ch ch ch ch cherry bomb!"
Having picked up some clothes at a few late night thrift stores (call it 100 bucks worth of threads?) Shade steps out of the cab in an ankle length loose white skirt, black tailcoat jacket and matching vest...showing a little skin here and there but nothing excessive. She completes the ensemble with a black cane and tophat.
Taking her place in line she makes small talk with those in the physical realm as well as the matrix, keeping her monkey firmly in it's cage (though she'll happily take down numbers for nights she's not on the clock).
When she comes up to the security she pays her cover with an extra fifty and a wink, saying "Thanks for keeping us safe, shooog."
Once inside she meanders her way about, stopping for the occasional dance or flirt, eventually finding her way to the bar and the scrumptious elf drink slinger. "Hit me up with a top shelf cranberry juice and a Soy'doul's (or whatever passes for 0proof beer in 2070) chaser, in a bottle." She says with a straight face, swaying side to side with the music. "Here's hoping we make it to the twelfth step this time, hey!" She adds after getting her drink, downing the juice in one swallow and spending the next bit nursing the fake and watching the crowd.
Assuming nothing happens from then until about twenty min before the meet she'll get the bartender's attention again, saying "I was told earlier to come down here for a Johnson party...think you could help a new girl in town out with where to go for that?"
Kit on person:
The clothes, the cane (might work as an improvised weapon, but it's just whatever she could find at the thrift store so I doubt anything that would last in a fight), her comlink and little else.
Grinning to herself Chris mutters, "Johnson party hey? Makes me feel like I'm back in college." With that she takes a last sip of the drink, hesitates just a second, and forcibly sets the glass on the bar.
Giving St. Cloud a wink on her way out she calls/catches a cab and goes off in search of appropriate attire for Infinity Club...
Bars and Clubs Knowledge Skill: 7d6 ⇒ (3, 1, 1, 5, 3, 6, 5) = 24 3 hits
Chris is outside the bar in a lips to ear conversation with one of the local poison slingers when she notices the lit up Suzuki. Trying to act like her heart didn't just try and lurch it's way up her throat and out of her mouth at the though of flashing lights, she gives a nervous gigle, her mischevious grin accentuated by the skull motife facial tattoo. "Tell you what slim," she says to the dealer. "You decide you're up to selling something real, and not that fifty-fifty cut garbage you sling to the tourists then you feel free to give me a call. Otherwise frag off." Turning sharply, sending her dreaded hair into a wave of red, she makes her way into Micky's.
"My kinda joint," she mutters to herself after coming through the door.
Catching the speach from St. Cloud she pings her Sony out of hidden mode and pulls up a seat at the bar, leaning back against it and orders a scotch. It's not easy to resist the urge to down it in one go, but she manages to nurse the drink while waiting for the all important call.
GM:
Chris has a mild addiction that I'm going to call "stimulants" if that's alright. I figure with the conversation outside she's trying to score a bit of novacoke...though if you'd rather not have a drug addiction theme in the story that's fine and I can change it to something else.
A work in progress, but this is the start of Shade, or Christina Wash. Technoshaman with a little bit of combat ability. I've got a lot more of her done in my chummer account, it's just a process transfering it over and watching my daughter at the same time. Also, still trying to work out which complex forms and what not are good for what I'm going for. Basically, I want her to be based around reasonable levels of stealth in both the physical and matrix worlds, with combat skills in the physical but less so in the matrix.
