April Matrix Auction

GM: Mirage Players: The Player Base Synopsis: Shadow Auction held in the Matrix. Date: April 2 2070 And then the Teleporting SAN appears, looking as though it were a rainbow hued bridge in to the darkness of space. Trenchcoat eyes the bridge, scanning it. When he's sure it's stable enough, he crosses over. Tuxedo follows after Trenchcoat, a glitteringly awesome Tuxedo-man with a top-hat and the Armante Logo stylized on his back (has the trix equivalent of a hyperlink!) Baron shows up as a general icon, but its expanded around the middle, making the icon a fat man. Aeon moves, poorly and jerkilly, towards the bridge, since that's what all these cool kids are doing now. Silk's brunette icon in a little black dress makes it way across the bridge as well, pausing only to primp her hair and run a scan. She'll move along thereafter. Dekkar shows up as a very much general icon, with a crow on the front, perched on an anchor. He hovers skill-lessly about, bumping along to the rainbow SAN. Aviv's icon, one of the randomly generated ones at that, appears and begins making it's way towards the bridge. It's movements are choppy and appear to skip frames for a few moments before smoothing out. Clearly he's having connection difficulties. Eastwood 3:16 materializes in the auction hub in his regular icon - a grizzled gunslinger straight from a Western, wearing a sun-bleached duster and rumpled hat to keep the sun out of his eyes. Materializing at the entrance of the auction location is some kind of weird winged critter. Except it looks more like something out of an old sim than an actual critter. It is grey-skinned with long black hair, and giant bat wings draped around it's shoulders like a cloak. A cloak with pointy tips at the bottom. The legs from beneath it end in something that are more like talons than feet, and snaking it's way out behind it is a thick tail that gradually slims down to a point. Adam rezzes in with a as Aquis— a blue-white icon that looks a like like liquid metal. The Black Cat icon pads around in the auction room eventually stepping in a tighter circle until curling up and lying down. It folds it's feet under it and the tail flicks around, the whole icon looking sharp and smooth. Fandango appears… looking much like the real him. Apparently he doesn't really get the whole anonymosity on the 'net thing, and he's just scanned himself in. The Great Milenko appears with a little wand in one hand and a little bird on the other and a big phat turban with a feather in the front. :P «Plot» Mirage says, "The auction house, ASGARD, is a sculpted server that takes on the appearance of a space station. Out the windows are real time feeds of the earth, as well as several other directional views of space, taken from the satellites cameras. The iconography is stunning, near BTL levels, if you're brave enough to run a Hot ASIST." Helides through the bridge feet barely off the ground. His UML icon has revolving error messages written across his body. His movement is sleek and controlled. Page shows up after hopping through the SAN as a silvery tiger with black stripes, appearing in a cubist fashion. (He's on a tortise. It shows.) TrenchCoat steps out of the Transporter room. The featureless hat and coat take in the surroundings. "I dressed poorly." he mutters to himself, looking down at wristless gloves. Arriving in the hub arrives a statuesque female crafted in what looks like pure chrome. This is the mysterious Chameleon. Growler is here on the urging of a friend, done up as a cheap looking Disco Dancer from ages gone past. Cajun arrives quietly. Dressed plainly, looking rather like a citezen of the dregs of the french quarter circa late ninteenth century. Silk eyes the windows, her resolution and ASIST no where near hot enough to see the images in enough clarity. She snorts at Trenchcoat and says, "Yes, always with that coat." The auctioneer icon logs in, a bit late. Slinger arrives as a rather shadowy icon, with somewhat stilted movements. Yup. Somebody's using himself a tortoise. Tuxedo steps up behind Trenchcoat. "You know," he tells the other figure. "Armante offers a fine line of custom suits, particularly the new 2071 line of the executive suite, worn by such fashion icons as Tammy Tucker and Paulino Lucciano. Every purchase also includes a free matrix icon in the same style." Dillon's icon appears in the room. Like Fandango, it appears to be a scan of his normal self, a modern cowboy. Except one thing, a 1960s style space helmet with the sun visor up and his 10 gallon hat perched precariously on top. Bigman arrives on the deck of the auction house. He takes the form of a giant bright orange roach like insect, probably the size of a small dog, walking on it's hind legs. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Hello! I will be your auctioneer for tonight. Sorry for the inconvienence, lets get the party started!" Turning an eye that does not exist, but with a cant of the hat that betrays the emotion of the raised eyebrow, Trenchcoat eyes Tuxedo… Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "The first item up for bid is this crate of ammo." Auctioneer dropped M-16 ammo crate. l m-16 ----------—[ Shadowrun Denver ]- ====================> Contents of M-16 ammo crate (#9578) <==================== | Item | Qty | IC Location | Description | *—+-+----+-------—* | 1 | 1000 | Carried | Assault Rifle - APDS | ================================ 1 Item Listed ================================ Type '+vinfo #9578/<item>' for full information about an item. Items marked with * have stats. Type '+sheet #9578:<item>' to view. Type '+help voucher' for help on the voucher system. «Auto-Judge[]» Voucher Authenticity Verified Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Start the bidding at 10,000 nuyen" «Plot» Fandango says, "10000" «Plot» Growler says, "12000" «Plot» Fandango says, "14000" «Plot» Tuxedo says, "18000" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "18 thousand, do I hear more?" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Going once" Aeon sits still and lets the others bid. Assault rifle ammo would be nice, if she had an assault rifle and the skill to use it. «Plot» Black Cat says, "20000" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Going twice" Growler cant afford much, as is indicated with him dropping his sig out of the bidding. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "20k nuyen" Tuxedo offers a brief bid, interested at the price after crunching some quick math. But as the bidding continues, he steps out. Not worth it. Cajun leans back against the wall listening. Thinking that she is definitely here only to make some fresh contacts. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Going once" The Black Cat unfolds itself, stretching out and twisting it's back up as it stands, a bid is laid in, outbid and nothing more comes from the Cat. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Going twice" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Sold for 22k" Tuxedo turns his attention back to Trenchcoat, and a card bearing the Armante logo appears in his hand. He offers it. "In case you're ever interested. We also have a personal stylist in town, eager to offer custom styles to fit your tastes." He flips the card over, revealing the initials 'B. J.' and another link. TrenchCoat turns to Tuxedo, then calmly opens his trenchcoat, flasher style. Revealing… nothing. There's no one inside the coat, under the hat or in the gloves. "I'm hard to get measurements on." Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Second item up for bid is this vindicator minigun" Auctioneer dropped Vindicator Minigun. Silk enters one bid and waits, snagging the ammo quickly and adding the icon to her heads up display. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Start the bidding at 2k nuyen" Smoke slips in late looking like a vaporous looking human form with an owl head and silvery eyes, he makes his way to a place where he can see the items coming up for bid. His form flickers a bit, always sucking at using a trode. «Plot» Tuxedo says, "2000" «Plot» Criticalfault says, " Well hell i'll throw 5k at that" «OOC» Auctioneer says, "Keep bidding simple" «OOC» Auctioneer says, "Just the money, k can replace 3 zeros" «Plot» Tuxedo says, "6k" «Plot» Dekkar says, "10k" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "I hear 10k nuyen, do I hear more?" «Plot» Slinger says, "15" Cajun looks over the merchandice, "It's nice, but too bulky," The Chameleon's Icon produces a glass of wine and then finds a tiny table complete with candles. She takes a seat and turns her attention to the flashing Trenchcoat and Tuxedo and giggles at the flash. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "15k nuyen, anyone going higher?" «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 16" «Plot» Slinger says, "18k" TrenchCoat turns to the bidding, now paying attention. He looks, sightlessly, to whatever Icon slinger is using, curious to see if its recognizeable… not likely… «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 20" Slinger is using a very simple icon, that looks like a knight in leather armor to the casual observer. «Plot» Slinger says, "22k" «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 25" Aeon points out the special grip on the minigun "That looks weird…" «Plot» Slinger says, "Take it :)" Tuxedo shrugs. "If you ever find the need, then," he says, tossing up another bid… but once again, the bidding rapidly outspins his arithmetic. He shakes his head. "It's expanded beyond worthwhile bidding," he says to noone in particular. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "No other bidders?" The Black Cat notes, "Personalised for someone, looks like stolen loot." Trenchcoat puts in another bid for the weapon, curious what its stopping power could do for him on Mustang Alpha. Maybe arming that bitch would be a good idea. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Sold for 25k nuyen!" Aeon nods "I think someone just wasted a loooot of money." «OOC» Auctioneer says, "Pay me" Silk watches the bidding quietly, not entering one at the moment. The hourglass female shape says, "You'd be surprised." TrenchCoat comments to Aeon. "What has been done, can be undone. A grip can be changed. This firearm is extremely hard to obtain." Vindicator Minigun has left. Dekkar's poster of an icon sort of nods, and glitches in doing so, for a second, at TrenchCoat's comment. Auctioneer dropped Vindicator Minigun. Vindicator Minigun has left. Auctioneer dropped Infra Red Smoke Grenades. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Next item for bid is 10 IR smoke grenades! Start the bids at 100 nuyen!" «Plot» Fandango says, "100" Cajun's attention is caught by this item, compact and definitely useful «Plot» Criticalfault says, " 200" «Plot» Fandango says, "300" «Plot» Dekkar says, "400" «Plot» Cajun says, "350" «Plot» Criticalfault says, " 700" «Plot» Fandango says, "500" «Plot» Dekkar says, "1000" «Plot» Slinger says, "1k" «Plot» Slinger says, "1.2k" «Plot» Criticalfault says, " 1500" Smoke looks around at the crowd and drifts in and amond the other icons looking for a place to settle. His icon gets pixel blocky for a moment and a voice comes from the figure, "Now where the hell are my cigarettes and this coffee sucks. Did you make it four days ago or something?" The owl icon walks straight into a wall. «Plot» Cajun says, "2k" «Plot» Criticalfault says, " 2500" The Chameleon sips her wine and her attention is easily diverted from what is being bid on to the bidders. Guns don't seem to interest her. Virtual people however, do. She spies Smoke's icon and makes an educated guess. A small silver bubble appears in her hand and she blows on it, sending it toward Smoke's hazy owlish icon where it pops near his ear. At the next item she tilts her head and sighs, "Fine fine." She speaks to someone invisible perhaps or to the voice in her head. «Plot» Cajun says, "3k" «OOC» Auctioneer will give karma to someone for logging at the end of this. «Plot» The Chameleon says, "3,100" Cajun mutters darkly to herself, but backs out of the bidding this going beyond what she's willing to pay. Fandango just kind of skulks. He's out of his element here in the Matrix, so he just hangs out seperate from the crowd. Tuxedo walks away from the Trenchcoat, now, approaching the Chameleon. He tips his top-hat, and turns back towards the bargaining. "Lots of ordinance," he says. "Not much in the way of wheels." The Chameleon smiles up at the Tux and giggles, "Or clothes. Wouldn't -that- be a change." She grins, "Or art." Aeon wanders over to Fandango and her icon reaches for something on its belt. It takes a moment to resolve into an old-west lasso, which she calmly loops around his foot and tugs, causing Fandango's icon to animate as tripping and falling, then the program dissapears. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "I hear 3.1k going once" «OOC» Auctioneer says, "Going twice" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Going twice" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Sold!" Surveillance Van has arrived Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Next item for bid is this Surveillance Van! Let the bids start at 25k!" TrenchCoat turns his attention to the van… nice dish… electronics.. ooh. uplink and power amps… «Plot» Tuxedo says, "25k" «Plot» Fandango says, "30k" Cajun leans back again against the wall, listening and watching the proceedings. «Plot» Slinger says, "35K" «Plot» Tuxedo says, "40k" The Chameleon smiles, "Oh look. I won. Surprises never cease." TrenchCoat debates bidding. Its a nice van… good for surveillance and able to communicate from anywhere… Tuxedo says "Of course you did. You bid a lot for those grenades. I hope your… associates authorized you to use such figures?" Tuxedo would smile, but there's no face under that top hat. "How are you?" «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 41" Infra Red Smoke Grenades has left. «Plot» Slinger says, "45K" «Plot» Growler says, "45k" «Plot» Tuxedo says, "50k." Growler has connected. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Tuxedo at 50k" Smoke seems to get the hang of the trode thing and gets a bit more solid and turns himself about, the silver bubble startling him a bit. For a moment there is the sound of loudly crunching chips from the owl-headed icon's direction. "Okay so how does the volume work?" he says with his mouth full of food. "They can't hear me can they? And I think that was Chammy, can I talk to her without all the others hearing." Another voice cuts in, "Push that button foo. They can here you." Fandango seems surprised and annoyed as his icon falls over- as soon as it hits the floor it kind of 'glitches' back into a standing position. "What the frak?" he asks. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Any more bids?" «Plot» Growler says, "52000" «OOC» Auctioneer says, "Please keep it to 10% increases or more" «Plot» Tuxedo says, "55" Shadows coalesce around The Great Milenko, and then the shadowy mass moves to look over the van in question for a few moments before whisking to the side and hovering at one of the views of the Earth from space. Some of the shadows clear and the little bird on the finger of Milenko's right hand flutters its wings while its owner grins a bit clownishly. «Plot» Tuxedo says, "57200, then, as that's 10 percent. :)" «OOC» Growler waves out then. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Security Van for 57200 going twice" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Sold!" Aeon 's icon is emotionless still "You don't recognize the handle, chummer?" She asks "You're the macho guy from the Yacht run." Growler gave it a try. Does a few hip thrusts and a finger point, then settles down again to wait on something he can afford and need. Surveillance Van has left. Aviv's icon stutters and lags a few more times before completely freezing. A few seconds go by before the icon appears near the other side of the room. As the lag smoothes out the icon suddenly changes from a randomly generated icon into a scanned image of his real life self. He must have found the readme file. "Macho guy?" Fandango asks, and then shakes his head. "Whatever. I'm not used to these… things. I try to keep my brain out of the 'trix whenever I have to interact with it. BUt I need some equipment, so I figured I'd show." The grey-skinned, winged beasty moves around the digital space quietly. He watches the others in the space with distant interest.. until it spots the owl-headed… thing. And that's when it starts to migrate over that-a-way. Tuxedo holds up a finger, bids furiously for a few moments, calculations flying like crazy… and then a purchase is made. He nods, pleased, and looks back at Chameleon. "A gift for a friend," he says. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "This next item is a set of 2030 issued Military Grade armor" TrenchCoat chuckles quietly as the van sells. "Glad I didn't bid on that thing…" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Two sets, in fact" Aeon nods "Yeah, You went off and shot everybody up when it was really not necessary. Macho man. That should be your handle." Auctioneer dropped Military Armor. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "The one with the general's markings is human sized, while the sergeants with the helmet is decided troll sized." «OOC» TrenchCoat says, "Clarification: The second set and Helmet are TROLL sized." Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Let the bidding start at 15k!" «Plot» Slinger says, "15k" «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 15" «Plot» Growler says, "20k" «Plot» Slinger says, "20k" «Plot» Slinger says, "25k" Commlink-Phantasm> TrenchCoat says, "You take the lead. Not bidding against you." Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "I hear 25k for the armor, any higher?" TrenchCoat moves closer to the display eyeing the armor… "This was awesome, back in Boot-camp. Top of the line when it came out." «Plot» Growler says, "30k" «Plot» Slinger says, "35k" The silvery tiger looks over and give Slinger the eye. «Plot» Growler says, "40k" "Yes. But back then, there were dinosaurs and the wheel was new," Silk intones, watching the bidding but not entering anything as of yet. «Plot» Slinger says, "45k" Growler keeps pushing the button, to get another bid in, dancing to some unknown beat while an invisbile disco ball sparkles across him. TrenchCoat rolls his non-existant eyes. "* * * *" (Ancient Ork) Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "45k going once!" Adam/Aquis' icon stays quiet for the most part as the auction goes on. Standing idle is a a good way of indicating he is doing something else while some of the other items pass through. Growler waves off at the price continuing to hike. The Great Milenko says in Pig Latin, "* * * * ***" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "45k going twice!" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Sold for 45k!" Auctioneer dropped auction ammo. Fandango raise shis eyebrows. "Well, I considered it nececary when they started shooting at us." he comments. Calavera pages: WANT! Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "This next item is two sets of 10 spiritbuster ammo, for all your spiritbusting needs! Start the bidding at 6k!" «Plot» Kassandra says, "6" «Plot» Tuxedo says, "8" «Plot» s3rp3nt-0 says, "10" «Plot» Kassandra says, "12" «Plot» Bigman says, "14L" «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " Soaked!" «OOC» Auctioneer says, "Will kill you." «Plot» Bigman says, "14K" «Plot» Kassandra says, "16" «OOC» Holtzclaw says, "Spirit buster?" «Plot» Smoke says, "18" Aeon chuckles mechanically "That's not really what I'm tryin' t' talk to you about, chumboy. Don't look so depressed. Have a laugh. Even if you're too poor to buy anything here and we are in the stupid matrix. «OOC» TrenchCoat says, "MR1" «Plot» Kassandra says, "20" «Plot» Bigman says, "22K" Fandango shrugs, "I have plenty of cash, and I aint miserable. I just… don't like this thing. It's wird. Unnatrual." that says a lot coming from someone with cyber implant knives in his hands and magnetic limbs. Silk tosses in several bids before pausing, her icon 'paused' for several clock-cycles. She reanimates and waves a hand, going back to looking through her digital purse. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "I hear 22k, do I hear more for these spiritbusters?" Smoke looks around and eyes the ammo again. «Plot» Smoke says, "24" Tuxedo says "Good ammo," nodding. "But cost is again exceeding what I'm authorized to pay." Silk quips at Tuxedo, "Lot of spirit problems in the clothing trade?" The Black Cat agrees with Tuxedo, but has a counterpoint, "Never seen it for assault rifles, that will be costly." Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "24k for the busters going once!" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "24k for the busters going twice!" «Plot» Page says, "30k." Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "30k Going once!" Cajun's shirt 'leaks' a face of an evil looking clown done in neon-orange. As for the ammo, she's not even interested in it, spirits aren't her game, though one could say she makes them. «Plot» Holtzclaw says, "32" Tuxedo says "You'd be suprised how many different people attack our models, my dear lady," tipping his hat at the Silk Icon. "And may I suggest, you would look ravishing in our new twilight catsuit? (OOC: Zoey second skin line, from Armante. same thing, different skin!)" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "32k for the busters going once!" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "32k going twice!" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Sold!!1!1!!" The Great Milenko eyes Cajun slightly as the evil clown thing appears. «OOC» Auctioneer says, "Pay me" "Meow!" Silk moves part of her display to keep up with the bidding, executing a little bow to Tuxedo. "Thank you very kindly. I hope that all your models stay safe." auction ammo has left. Holtzclaw came in a bit late on the auction after figuring some of this stuff out and how to do it. Growler watches for what might come next, doing some boogie woogie to pass the time. «OOC» Auctioneer appoligizes for this next items not-being-an-item-yet-ness Baron just sits around, his fat standard icon taking up space Smoke glances over at Holtzclaw and then flickers moving to stand next to the gargoyle. "Maybe they'll have some pistol rounds." He tilts his owlish head and then flaps his wing arms. He looks over at the chrome figure of the chameleon and spins his head around once. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Next up on the list is a datasoft! Start the bidding at 5k!" «Plot» Kassandra says, "5" «Plot» Baron says, "6" TrenchCoat eyes the banter between Tuxedo and Silk. He moves over to Tuxedo, taking off his hat, which leaves his head entirely invisible, just a jacket. The hat is set on the 'air' and remains there… Tuxedo is grabbed by the shoulders, and it sure as hell looks like Trenchcoat just kissed the hell out of Tuxedo. «Plot» Slinger says, "10k" TrenchCoat pulls back. "You're such a slut.": «Plot» Baron says, "12" Tuxedo nods. "That's the rumor," it says, seemingly unruffled. «Plot» The Chameleon says, "13" «Plot» Baron says, "15" «Plot» The Chameleon says, "16" «Plot» Baron says, "18" "Ah, the story of my life. All my men are interested in each other." Silk lets out a little sigh, distracted from the bidding for a moment by the hot man-icon on man-icon action. She looks back in time to see the numbers higher than she may like, as she doesn't enter a new bid. «Plot» The Chameleon says, "19" «Plot» Slinger says, "20k" «Plot» Baron says, "21" «Plot» The Chameleon says, "22" Cajun is unsuprised, but then short of code nothing here is real. Still, she uses a pretty blocky looking quill to inscribe something on her palm. «Plot» Baron says, "23" Tuxedo tips his hat to Trenchcoat, then to Silk. "Apologies, madame. But The clothing must stick together." The Black Cat icon throws up a speech bubble over it's head, "Lots of homosexual tendencies in the denver 'scene'" «Plot» Slinger says, "24k" Adam/Aquis' liquid metal icon slides around a bit as he checks out who all is online for the event. He looks over the Datasoft for a moment before sliding on. «Plot» Baron says, "25" TrenchCoat puts his hat back on, looking over to Silk as he tilts it to a jaunty angle. "Sometimes, I just need a bitchy, moody clothes horse, and when it comes to that.. this man is the primeir." The Chameleon sighs and steps away from the bidding. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Going once for 25k!" Slinger grins and can't help catching the two male icons kissing out of the corner of his icon's eye. He turns and gives a quick thumbs-up to the pair. The Chameleon glances at the kissing action as well and giggles a bit. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Going twice for 25k!" "Well, there is nothing wrong with that. A pity, but what can one do?" Silk eyes the current bidding range and makes a 'typing' gesture with her right hand, considering something only she can see. She shakes her head and looks back to the two clothing-related icons. The gargoyle shrugs. "Pistols seem too… common for the likes of these events. What few I've seen, at least," he says with a voice that resonates in the middle of the bass register. Auctioneer dropped Underground Datasoft. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Sold! 25k!" Baron grunts "I'll be making copies and selling them for 10k, please send me trixmail accounts and I'll get in touch." The roach like creatures chuckles, which actually sounds more like a hissing then anything The Chameleon makes a notation of Baron's offer. The Black Cat stretches and pays attention to the gargoyle, speech bubble bobbling around jauntily. "Pistols come through sometimes, not cheap ones though." Auctioneer dropped Thaumometer. «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "1k!" «OOC» TrenchCoat says, "Just a quick question - How does a mundane machine dete… fuck it!" «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 2 k" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "3k!" «Plot» Fandango says, "4k" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "5k!" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Next item up for bid is this 2025 issued… And the bidding starts!" «Plot» Fandango says, "6k" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "7k!" «OOC» Fandango says, "Wait" «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 10k" «OOC» Fandango says, "Bidding didn't really start yet?" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "11k" «OOC» Auctioneer says, "It did" «OOC» TrenchCoat says, "Shhh" «OOC» Auctioneer says, "Bid away" «Plot» Fandango says, "12k" «Plot» Growler says, "15k" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "16k!" «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 20" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "21k!" «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 25" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "26k!" Something Strange, in the Neighborhood… Chameleon has no idea what a Thaumometer is and thus is intrigued. «Plot» Page says, "30k." TrenchCoat eyes the machine now, bringing up a micro-sized version in the air in front of him. HE rotates it, turns it, stretches, then compresses… «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "31k!" «Plot» Page says, "50k." «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 60" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "61k!" «Plot» Page says, "75k." Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Bid at 60k stands" «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 80" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "80k now" «Plot» Page says, "100k." «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 110" «Plot» Page says, "125k." «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 137500" «Plot» Page says, "150k." The Chameleon's form melts into a puddle of liquid chrome Tuxedo says "As I said," nodding to Silk and Trenchcoat, "Any time you want a custom-made outfit, feel free to contact our wide range of personal stylists. That applies to you, too, Chameleon. I'm sure you would look fetching in a lizard-print gown icon (an image of something slinky and lizardy is flashed with an Armante Watermark overlaid on it.)" TrenchCoat eyes the Machine. Then eyes Page's icon… then the Machine. "I want to come play with it occasionally." he says simply, and then @set's himself NO_BID. The Chameleon reforms into a pencil. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "150k nuyen going once!" Tuxedo gestures. "On the other hand, I would be suprised if that item even works." Silk listens to Tuxedo but watches the item up for bid. She sighs a little and shakes her head, the icon's perfectly set hair wiggling left then right. She mentions, "I'll have to do that. I need to stop wearing my pajamas and try on something new." Smoke looks over at the puddle of chrome and grins as it turns into a pencil. "Uhh that is a weird form." Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "150k nuyen going twice!" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Sold!" «OOC» Auctioneer says, "+pay me. Remind me after auction to note it." The Chameleon sketches in a mustache on Tux's icon. Tuxedo makes a snidely-whiplash laugh. The silver tiger licks its fur breifly, then mentions to TrenchCoat, "Feel free to rent it sometime." The Great Milenko uses his wand to wave some of the shadows away from its left hand side (right to those who are facing him), and then the abyss clears enough to show a bag with the word TRICKS on it before him, but it is securely tied shut. TrenchCoat eyes Tuxedo. He shakes his head, one gloved hand to rub a non-existent forehead. "Tuxy, you're a weirdo." TrenchCoat then nods to Tiger-boy. "Will do." Thaumometer has left. Auctioneer dropped Revolving Rifle. «OOC» Slinger says, "Smith & Wesson is misspelled :)" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "This item is a WWI prototype rifle, thought to have been destroyed, but here it is! Start the bidding at 20k nuyen for this collectors item!" «Plot» Kassandra says, "20" «OOC» Auctioneer says, "Shush, I fix laters" «Plot» Holtzclaw says, "25" TrenchCoat eyes the gun. "What the -bloody frag- is that?" He asks to no one in particular. "It looks like… a 1917 Enfield… but it's not?" «Plot» Tuxedo says, "30!" «Plot» Holtzclaw says, "40" Silk mentions to Trenchcoat, "Interesting. Probably a bit of a kick to it, but .. not a bad thing, especially if you can make your own ammo for it." "Its a collector's item," says Aquis' icon. he Black Cat takes interest in this one, the speech bubble pops up again, "Wrong calibre for Lee Enfield. Looks like it will explode as soon as shoot bullets." The board-like icon with an eagle perched atop nods at the rifle. Eventually, the word "Dekkar" appears on the front center. Cajun grins towards the trenchcoat, "That cheri, is a prototype, something that thank the gawds didn't make mass production," gesturing towards it, "it's worse then a PAC." Tuxedo calculates, adjusts for collector's value. Bids again. «Plot» Tuxedo says, "45." Holtzclaw drops out of the bid and stumbles when trying to move his icon Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "45k Going once!" Smoke blinks silver orb eyes a few times and shifts a bit to get a better view on the antique. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "45k Going twice!" The Great Milenko waves his wand over the bag of TRICKS before him, and a brief POPping of the strings and the top exploding out happens just after the Black Cat tells of the gun looking like it might explode. Inside is just confetti. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Sold! 45k!" Chameleon 'The pencil' doodles. Its a good doodler too. Sliding the cowboy hat off the top, Dillon removes his space helmet, puts it on the floor and sits on it. Pulling a flask from his coat he eyes the antique rifle. Growler phews. Lots of high ticket items being sold so far. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "And now for a short word and item from our sponsers!" The Black Cat reads Growler's mind. Growler shows The cat whats on his mind now. Having problems getting started on the matrix? Miss having a decker for some of your runs? Hacker House is here to help! We're offering this next item at an EXTREMELY LOW PRICE, so get bidding! Adam/Aquis reads a text document on ecological reconstructive efforts in depreciated or post-toxic environments. Indeedy. Auctioneer dropped Hacker House Prodigy-6 MODULAR. The Great Milenko raises his right hand and puts the little bird with him up on his hat and then reaches down to collect up the bag of trick which has broken strings now. He glances from side to side as the word TRICKS changes to SOULS. The Black Cat relays Growler's mind to TrenchCoat in a popup window demanding attention. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Hacker House has put this item up starting at 25k nuyen!" «Plot» Annie says, "25k" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "27500" «Plot» Slinger says, "30k" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "33k" «Plot» Adam says, "50k" «Plot» Slinger says, "55k" «Plot» Adam says, "80k" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Hacker house has informed me it will include a set of object code only utilities from their Hacker House Essentials v3!" A Chrome Pencil dots the i's and crosses the t's on that notice. It crosses out the H in Hacker and writes a W in its place, turning Hacker into Wacker. Editing it all gracefully. «Plot» Slinger says, "90k" «Plot» Adam says, "100k" «Plot» Slinger says, "110k" «Plot» Adam says, "120k" Tuxedo takes the rifle token, mere moments later sending off a trixmail and then adjusting his hat once more. Then the icon fuzzes out, as if in transition… «Plot» Slinger says, "135k" Adam/Aquis' icon slides his hand over the !BID function and goes back to reading his ecological article. Revolving Rifle has left. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Over 400 thousand in decking gear going for 135k, what a steal!" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Going once!" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Going twice!" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Sold!" Tuxedo's icon completely changes colour and texture, now revealing another suit with the same label. (Yay for rotating advertiments!) Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "This next item is of magical and mundane interest alike!" Auctioneer dropped Anchoring Focus. TrenchCoat is now paying attention. He eyes the focus curiously. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "A re-usable, pre-bonded anchoring foci!" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Start the bidding at 100k!" Hacker House Prodigy-6 MODULAR has left. «Plot» Kassandra says, "100" A Chrome Pencil scratches a note to herself «Plot» Tuxedo says, "110." Cajun hmms softly, "That's definitely hand, congrats to the winner." «Plot» Baron says, "135" Smoke looks and then bids. «OOC» Baron says, "How many charges does this have?" «Plot» Smoke says, "150" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "150k, do I hear more?" Saxon has arrived. . [Matrix] Reed Tuxedo says, "or I, but the remaining money I have must be saved for something Raven can use." «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 165" [Matrix] «Aquis» Adam says, "If its really that interesting— something similar can be created. Send me a trixmail about it later." «OOC» Fandango needs to pass out. Have fun, folks. [Watchers] «Dodec-a-lishious» TrenchCoat says, "Even if I buy it, I fence the damn thing." [Watchers] Annie can make an expendale one that monitors your health, then autocasts heal when you take a certain number of damage boxes. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "This item's reserve has not been met, I'm going to remove it from the auction for later bidding" Anchoring Focus has left. TrenchCoat snaps his fingers. "ROBBED! ROBBED I TELL YOU!" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "This next item is…" TrenchCoat then admits to silk… "I was just gonna sell it to a guy I know who'd just download in his pants for it. Quick profit of about a million. I could RETIRE." Growler says "I think the only robbing would you getting it for that price." Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Hold one moment, we've gotten an emergency auction item." TrenchCoat perks. That sounds interesting! Aeon examines the sabre Silk lets loose a chuckle regarding fencing it, then peers at the Sabre. "Ah. I expected that." Aeon says "Ho. Ly. Drek." Smoke squints his silvery orbs, wondering about the focus still. ----------—[ Shadowrun Denver ]- =====================> Item 1 on Revolutionary War Sabre <===================== Item Name: Revolutionary War Sabre Item Type: ITEM Quantity: 1 Fractional OK: No Clonable: No Players Can Link: No Created For: Auctioneer (#5721) Created By: Vulcan (#3087) IC Location: Carried -----> Description for Item <------ This beautiful sword has a green filigree handle and a well maintained blade. The handle is such that it favors a horse mount, for powerful downstrokes. The blade is inscribed with the words 'First in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen'. -----> GM Notes for Item <-----— Apr 2 19:30 Uses Sword stats. Quite combat ready. Gargoyle revo Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "This item is extremely hot! Buy at risk! Start the bidding at a quarter million!" TrenchCoat answers without delay. «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 250k" «Plot» Tuxedo says, "275" Adam/Aquis' shimmery form looks over the item. He looks over towards Silk and asks, "Oh? Whys that?" TrenchCoat looks to Tuxedo, and says in all seriousness.. "I will I have to steal it from you. Do not bid." «Plot» TrenchCoat says, "300" «Plot» Tuxedo says, "330." Aeon sighs "Too good to be true. That would be perfect to swing from a bike." TrenchCoat exhales. He looks to Tuxedo then, shaking his head. "360." «Plot» TrenchCoat says, "360" A Chrome Pencil pokes Tuxedo in the ribs, egging him on Tuxedo bids furiously, putting in the last of his reserves… then shakes his head… "Too high," he says. "I got mouths to feed. Damn you trenchcoat! Foiled again!" Cajun watches the bidding war now. She's definitely wondering what could be so interesting about that item. «Plot» Tuxedo says, "330!" «Plot» Tuxedo says, "err… 400!" Holtzclaw finds the sword quite interesting but doesn't worry about bidding on it TrenchCoat pauses… he had been answering an IM when the next bid comes in. TrenchCoat shakes his head. "450,000 nuyen." «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 450,000" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "I hear 450k! Do I hear more?" Silk's icon reanimates from whatever it had been doing, hmming quietly. Growler mutters. "More money that I've seen in a long time. Rich bastards in this city." A Chrome Pencil scribbles BOOOO in big silver letters across the air in front of her. Tuxedo has disconnected. TrenchCoat looks to Tuxedo, then nods at somethign passing on a private channel between them. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "450k going once!" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "450k going twice!" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "SOLD! Although a word to the wise… I don't think it's worth the trouble it'll bring…" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Now back to the scheduled auction…" Auctioneer dropped Thaumaturgic RAS Override. ----------—[ Shadowrun Denver ]- ====================> Item 1 on Thaumaturgic RAS Override <==================== Item Name: Thaumaturgic RAS Override Item Type: ITEM Quantity: 1 Fractional OK: No Clonable: No Players Can Link: No Created For: Auctioneer (#5721) Created By: Wyldfire (#169) IC Location: Carried -----> Description for Item <------ This device is somewhat bulky, weighing in at two kilos. It has an input port and an output port, both Fuchi Universal Ports. The device has various configuration options, most of them rather cryptic, and several LCD displays that are backlit with incomprehensible acronyms. -----> GM Notes for Item <-----— Apr 2 20:05 This device permits those with magical abilities to use the Matrix through a datajack or 'trode net, without the usual headaches, backlashes, or, in some cases, total vertigo. It functions by disabling astral senses while connected. While connected, however, no magic can be performed, and the character is effectively a mundane for all intents and purposes. Foci cannot be active without potentially requiring a test for foci addiction. Spirits cannot communicate with the user in any astral fashion. Further, after disconnecting from the device, the user will suffer a +2 penalty to all magical tests and to all tests made using astral perception or projection, including drain resistance tests. This lasts for a duration of 2 hours divided by successes on a Willpower test with a target number equal to the number of hours the device was in use (minimum 2). TrenchCoat huhs quietly. "I know a guy." He says then. "Whats the opener?" Silk peers at the new item and her icon twitches, murmuring, "I know a lot of guys that would be VERY interested. If it works." Slinger peers at the item as well — and blinks. Now, something has his attention, and the youth quickly pulls up specifications while he contemplates the possibilities. If it works. TrenchCoat nods to Silk. "I'm thinking the little cigerette smoking dude, yeah?" "Curious," Aquis says as he looks over the item, "more curious would be the 'how' as the 'how' tends to define the long term side effects. It would suck to burn out simply because of lack of QA testing." "Little to you maybe. Everyone is so tall to me in my normal form." Silk sighs and shakes her head, her hair moving out of time with the head-movement. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "This next item is a custom made RAS override, from Fuchi labs circa 2047. It was a part of a project that was meant to bring the matrix to the awakened, but had too many side effects and too small a target audience. The bidding will start at 30k!" A Chrome Pencil goes back to doodling little hearts and flowers on the floor at her feet in an uninterested way. «Plot» Kassandra says, "30" Looking off to the right, Dillon stands and walks as if approaching someone. With each step he fades out a little more, then is gone. «Plot» Slinger says, "40k" Tuxedo folds his arms, looking at Silk. "I have recovered," he says. "The site of that sword… if it is what it seems to be… made me a little irrational." Cajun isn't interested in this stuff, magic seems to be more of a cheat then cyberware is, but what can one do. TrenchCoat murmurs to Tuxedo… "It's what it appears to be. It was stolen from the New York Museum the other night, along with the Star Spangled Banner and a hat worn by Lincoln. The other artifacts are missing…" Adam/Aquis idly notes to TC's comment, "Ah. That hat would be fun to have." "May be best to get that under wraps and behind some heavy shields. And maybe look for whomever picked up the other two pieces and have words with them." Silk glances at the machine again, her icon tilting its head. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "I hear 40k! DO I hear more?" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "40k Going once!" The Black Cat pops up a little window in front of it self and paws at it briefly. Tuxedo's fist clenches. "I don't like that," he ays. "Don't like that at all." He adjusts a little. "I trust you will let me know. I may be a shill, but I'm a shill that knows where he was born." He turns to Adam. "Excuse me, sir. Have you considered an updated look? Perhaps a custom suit from the brilliant designers at Armante?" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Going twice!" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Sold!" A Chrome Pencil perks up a bit, (as much as a pencil -can- look perky) at the information about the sword. She had heard about that on the news. She scribbles herself a note and turns her attention back to the auction. The shimmering liquid metal icon of Aquis chuckles metallically, "I have. I'll have to pick up a new suit sometime in the third quarter, now that you mention it." Cajun's ear is definitely turned toward the conversation about the artifact, she saw it on the news, while not necessarily patriotic she respects history for its own value. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "This next item is a case of 12 M-16 assault rifles, each with under barrel grenade launchers" TrenchCoat eyes the M16s. Good weapons, a hundred years ago. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Start the bidding at 2k!" The Black Cat fires up a mirth circled speech bubble, "M16? One of the least reliable weapons of the 2070's. Oh, very good item." «Plot» Kassandra says, "2" «Plot» Holtzclaw says, "10" A Chrome Pencil droops a bit at the next item up for bid. Aeon pats at where her 'mouth' would be, pretending to yawn. "Borin'" «Plot» Growler says, "15" «Plot» Holtzclaw says, "20" Cajun starts to bid then stops, “while it might not be reliable it would be worth some creds on the street.” «Plot» s3rp3nt-0 says, "25" «Plot» Holtzclaw says, "30" The Cat continues, "Whoever buys them might want to have a qualified gunsmith take a look before trying to discharge them. They're rather old and weren't exactly treated well." Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "I hear 40k, do I hear more?" Silk asks quietly, "You have some specific knowledge of this lot, or just the weapon in general?" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "These are 2020 military issue assault rifles! 40k going once!" Growler waves off once more, obviously unwilling to go past that point. The Black Cat replies to Silk, "The M16 in general. Unless these are semi-automatic only civilian models, which is unlikely, they will be militarily mistreated and decades old." Cajun says "Short of storing them in a climate controlled facility, one would have to constantly clean them. The breach chrome tends to pit." Aquis nods his head towards TBC and notes, "Likely due for a health check." Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Sold!" Silk shrugs and remarks, "That admonition should go for anything you pick up anywhere. Always double check." Auctioneer dropped UCAS Mobile Triage Unit. Holtzclaw backs out before he spends the last of his cash Smoke's icon freezes up a bit and a loud crunching noise can be heard issuing from the icon. "Okay well I missed the focus…why does this trode thing have so much damned ductape all over it?" The icon spins a few times and another voice can be heard. "You missed the spirit buster bullets…you idiot." There is some silence. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Another big item for sale! This UCAS MASH truck starts at 100k nuyen!" TrenchCoat eyes the MASH Unit. "Now that… is… -classic-." Dekkar's crappy boxed icon with an unnaturally better looking eagle and anchor with his name plastered on it has not moved at all for some time. The Gargoly looks at the Owl-Head. "What the frag is going on over there? And why are there multiple audio feeds?" he asks. «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 100" TrenchCoat bids on it. What the hell. Thats a truck and a half. «Plot» Slinger says, "125k" Silk's icon lets out a little shrill whistle. «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 137500" Dekkar's box speaks. "Those things were like guardian angels for us. You're hard to kill when a crewed one of those can get to you in a timely manner." «Plot» Adam says, "150k" TrenchCoat eyes his datapad. Then the vehicle… then shakes his head. "Sorry. I'm tapped." TrenchCoat exhales… "Well… Shit." He says then. "I can go a bit more. «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 200k" Silk says, "It is a nice vehicle, all things considered. A bit .. big, though, and probably won't maneuver well in the Warrens." «Plot» Adam says, "250k" A Chrome Pencil tilts back on forth on her lead tip. «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 300" TrenchCoat takes a few IM's on his pad… then nods, and bids again. Adam's icon slides over the !BID again and kicks up the article to kill time til the next item. TrenchCoat looks around. "All the crying for Ripperdocs around and you'd think an Organleg-mobile would be like… popular. The Black Cat flaps a tail, "Not when money comes into it." Silk nods to the Black Cat and says, "People like to talk. Their checkbooks are often silent." A Chrome Pencil checks to see if she even has a checkbook. Cajun says "Y' would need a good crew too. though, it might be easy enough to scrounge up." TrenchCoat eyes the machine now. "Three seperate surgery bays. Could chop a man in 10 minutes and roll out… on board generator and refrigeration…" The owl straightens up and turns back to where the items are being displayed again. He tilts his head and then shakes it. He blinks a few times and looks over toward the Milenko. He winks at the figure carrying the bag of souls. Tuxedo says "Or perhaps their checkbooks can't match other checkbooks." He inclines his head. "Not everyone has such deep pockets." Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "I hear 300k, do I hear more?" Adam's icon nods towards Tux, "That seems most likely, yes." TrenchCoat shakes his head. "I know, I -know- thats not gonna meet the reserve on that beast." A Chrome Pencil scribbles, "Its also ugly." The Great Milenko has not said any words at all publicly, yet, though the bag of SOULS is still there. It looks over toward the owl and then grins a little more wicked before looking again to the Auctioneer. The little bird with Milenko hops around on top of his turban and makes a twittering sound. TrenchCoat says "You can get 1.2 mill to any damn merc unit in the Sandbox."" «Plot» Adam says, "350k" TrenchCoat's pad beeps. "375 for my esteemed friend in Saint Louis." «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 375" «Plot» Adam says, "400k" TrenchCoat eyes Adam… "You really want this thing, don't you?" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "400k! Do I see more?" Cajun pulls a poorly animated mouse, prolly ripped from some cheesy site, whispers to it and sends it scampering towards the suited pair. Adam's icon shrugs and notes, "You know it occurred to me how many Auctions I've been to and haven't bought anything. I could see this doing some good for some associates of mine." Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "400k going once!" TrenchCoat nods. "She's not a mobile hospital; keep in mind. SHe's for chopping and patching." He does not bid however, looking back to the big obvious bitch of a machine. "But she'll do some good in any warzone." Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "400k going twice!" Raven fluffs her wings and takes off to glide over to Tuxedo and Aquis. The Black Cat twirls a tail to TrnechCoat, "Maybe he has people who want it behind him." Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Sold!" Raven headtilts, "maybe it's just neat." Adam's icon nods his head once, "I'm aware." He would smile but liquid metal doesnt take well to facial expression. TrenchCoat chuckles and goes to sit back down near to Drago-sandra. The Cat disagrees with that, "It's an ugly box, you think it's neat?" Tuxedo says "Maybe some people find they have an allergy to bullets, and Aquis seeks to heal them." His tips his hat. "And the Raven has odd tastes." Auctioneer dropped GMC Workhorse. A Chrome Pencil returns to the tilting from side to side motion. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "This GMC workhorse is… You know what? I'm a decker, not a fragging car salesman, it is what it is. Start the bidding at 10k!" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "15k!" «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 10" «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 16" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "20k" «Plot» Baron says, "20" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "22k" «Plot» Annie says, "25" «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 30" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "33k" «Plot» s3rp3nt-0 says, "50" «Plot» Slinger says, "75k" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "55k" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "55k" «Plot» s3rp3nt-0 says, "100" «Plot» Slinger says, "120k" «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 134" «Plot» Slinger says, "150k" A Chrome Pencil listens as the bidding goes up and up and etches cuss words in Korean on the floor. TrenchCoat eyes the Armor Clad man. TrenchCoat eyes the Truck. TrenchCoat eyes Silk. TrenchCoat eyes Slinger. TrenchCoat eyes The Truck. TrenchCoat shrugs. "Frag it. I can boost one." The Great Milenko pulls an eye out of himself and hands it over to TrenchCoat. Silk laughs. Adam eyes— well his text document. He isnt as fun! Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "150k going once!" Baron made an effort to bid on this item, but gave up fairly fast. Raven takes flight, and wings her way the short distance onto Adam's liquid metal shoulder to land. The Black Cat paws at it's hovering window and then it blinks out of existence. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "150k going twice!" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "SOLD!" Aquis' liquid metal shoulder hardens to a solid metal for Raven to land. The Black Cat uncurls and leaps up at the bird, batting at it with a paw, claws outstretched. TrenchCoat leans back, murmuring to Silk. "Electric motor… no -balls-. And that price tag. No wonder GMC's in trouble." A Chrome Pencil starts erasing Tuxedo's fancy laces on his shoes. Smoke shirps up, "But it is environmentally friendly. Doesn't produce pollution." He flaps his arm wings. Auctioneer dropped Programs Suite. Silk chuckles and remarks, "Well, it is probably quiet, at least? And really, most people aren't all that outdoorsy. They will drive it to the end of their parking lot." TrenchCoat rolls his eyes. "Fuck the environment. When the awakening came, forests regrew and Magic can just do it again. It's like a free license to not give a hoot!" Tuxedo looks down at the pencil, picks it up, and uses it to draw a smiley face on a wall. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "This next item is a set of source code, various items ranging from r7 to r8. The bidding will start at…" Silk gives TrenchCoat a look and shakes her head. The Smiley face blinks its eyes and gets a mischievous grin. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "100k!" TrenchCoat eyes Silk then, the hat tilting to the side. "Aww, come on, Silky… I can't make a joke?" «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 100" Smoke looks at the Trenchcoat, "It gets dirtier all the time. Look at the Black Cloud." He shrugs and flaps a few times. "Smokey the Bear is a client," Silk explains. TrenchCoat ohs quietly… "Well, tell him he owes me 10 bucks. AND PUT A SHIRT ON." TrenchCoat eyes the room. "You broke ass sons of bitches. This much source code and you're letting me WALK AWAY with it?" The smiley face say's, "But I have those." TrenchCoat breaks in to a little MJ-inspired pop and lock routine, which is somewhat weird given as he has no body, only a coat, hat and gloves. Cajun figures her time here might be up, she was looking for usuable weapons perhaps picked up on the cheap. Again nothing truely inspired her. Raven flies over to the CriticalFault icon. Baron grunts "Some of us barely have enough money to keep our equipment running, we don't all have millions to throw around at swords and programs and all this drek. Some of us come here cause we hope we can get a bargain." Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "No other bidders?" TrenchCoat raises a hand.. "Was the reserve met?" «Plot» Criticalfault says, "110000" Dekkar's box speaks again. "Haha, not today. Not with these damn relics. A box of cheap grenades went for over 3k!" s3rp3nt-0's icon lets out a string of code "That's what fixers are for and I am pretty sure they advertise at least once a week…." end message. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "It was not, I am afraid." Commlink-Phantasm> TrenchCoat says, "What was the Reserve? I am interested in procuring." Commlink-Raven> Raven says, "the Error code over there tossed out a bid." Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "150,000 nuyen will be the starting price AFTER the auction is over." Commlink-Phantasm> TrenchCoat says, "Done. Auctioneer dropped Shiny Attache Case. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "This next item is an extremely well cared for handgun. We'll start the bidding at 500 nuyen!" «Plot» Cajun says, "500" «OOC» Auctioneer thinks it's a handgun? «Plot» Annie says, "750" «OOC» Black Cat says, "That's a sniper rifle dude" «OOC» Aviv says, "rifle" «Plot» Cajun says, "1k" «OOC» Black Cat says, "it's 20k base without the mods." «OOC» Black Cat splutters. «Plot» Smoke says, "1500" «OOC» Auctioneer is AWESOME at guns, as you can see. «Plot» Dekkar says, "5k" «Plot» Kassandra says, "6" «Plot» Annie says, "7500" «Plot» Cajun says, "8" «Plot» Dekkar says, "15k" «Plot» Kassandra says, "20" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "22k" Raven returns to the liquid metal man, and lands on his shoulder. Cajun sighs, knowing that model. "Its not my favorite, but it would've been money well spent." «Plot» Kassandra says, "25" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "26k" The Black Cat lands fruitlessly, having missed the Raven. "That is about the best sniping platform available," pops up over the icon in a cartoonish bubble. «Plot» s3rp3nt-0 says, "30" «Plot» Kassandra says, "35" Cajun turns away from the bidding to look at TBC, "Nay, cher. Da best is made by Barrett, when y' need a platform for any situation, trust a Barrett." She almost sounds like an advert for the system. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "35k going once!" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Wait, it's a rifle?" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Meh, whatever." Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "35k going twice!" Baron shakes his head "Barrets wont accept AV ammo, no good against anything with decient armor. This things good, I got one myself." Silk remarks as she looks up from bidding, "The Barrett is over-rated, too heavy for its job, and more difficult to bring to bear in some situations." TBC shakes it's head, "Feel free to display your ignorance to the cream of the scene if you wish. Barrett does not make the best." «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "38k" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "38k going once!" «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 40" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "44k" «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 48" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "48k, do I hear 50k?" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "48k going once!" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "50k" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "50k!" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Do I hear 55k?" Cajun says "Why carry ten different types of ammunition?" «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 55" Silk glances at Cajun. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "55k! Do I hear 60k?" The Great Milenko takes the bird off the top of his turban and then stuffs it down into the bag of SOULs before glancing side to side. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "55k going once…" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "55k going twice…" The Smoke owl icon blinks at the Milenko, having liked that little bird. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "SOLD!" TBC makes a chuckling sound and curls up again, "Ten differen… I rest my case ladies and gentlemen. And good luck with the biometric systems on that rifle." Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "This next item is a box of frag genades!" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Lets start the bidding at 1k nuyen!" «Plot» Kassandra says, "1" «Plot» Criticalfault says, "5" «Plot» A Chrome Pencil says, "writes 20" «Plot» Smoke says, "50" TrenchCoat just… pauses… TrenchCoat turns to Smoke at that bid. Silk stares and does a diagnostics on her system. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Sir, I am sorry, but your bid of 50k nuyen stands." Cajun shrugs, and calls up an article to read. s3rp3nt-0 transmits message. "Well, he didn't actually bid 50,000, he bid 50." end message. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Going twice" «Plot» TrenchCoat says, " 51" TrenchCoat eyes Smoke. "You. You owe me." Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "51k?!" TrenchCoat nods to the Auctioneer. "Call it charity." Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Going once" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Going twice" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Sold!" Tuxedo looks at Trenchcoat. "Can you seriously write that off?" s3rp3nt-0 lets out a bubble… kitty picture with symbols «CUTE!!!» radiating in all directions… end animation. Tuxedo looks honestly interested. Adam's icon leans back to whisper to TC, in accordance to the last MASH comments, "You realize they are not worth that much, right?" He would wink, but again— liquid metal. Facial expressions. No bueno. A Chrome Pencil scribbles another happy face over the place where Trenchcoat's face should be. TrenchCoat shakes his hat. "No. I can't, but I can earn that in a nights work without breaking a sweat. That guy? It could ruin his year." Silk mentions to Tuxedo, "He sells blood on the weekends." TBC pops up a bubble, "Over 1000 yen each for items worth around 50 yen apiece? Charity indeed." Raven flutters wings and giggles at Silk. Tuxedo ahs. Pauses. "I hate Tax season." A Chrome Pencil makes a speach bubble over Trenchcoat's head, "I'm a good guy. What can I say?" TrenchCoat calls out then… "GRENADES FOR ALL MY FRIENDS! I AM A RICH MAN, AND YET I AM POOR FOR I AM A RIVER TO MY PEOPLE!" s3rp3nt-0 will send a few packets to ping-trace… end program. Auctioneer dropped Gem Dust Display Case. Smoke squawks and then graciously bows to the Trenchcoat, "I take back what I said about the environment." Dekkar's box transforms into a blocky person. "Oh, shit, that's how you…" It glitches repeatedly for a few minutes, but then becomes a stable representation of a blocky man, rather than a floating box. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "This next item is some… crystal… things…" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Start the bidding at 20k!" «Plot» Kassandra says, "20,000 =Y=" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "22k" «Plot» Kassandra says, "24,000 =Y=" TrenchCoat comments to Kassandra as he examines the icon for his 1000 nuyen each grenades… "That will look nice on your big pile of gold underneath Cheyanne Mountain." Adam's icon looks at the display case and chuckles lightly, "Hey. This looks familiar." «Plot» Smoke says, "30,000" Silk blink-blinks at Trenchcoat, and then nods to Adam. "Auctioneers must travel in packs." TBC agrees with Adam, "Didn't sell last time, doubt we'll touch reserve this time either." The silvery tiger eyes this case cynically. He's seen it before. A Chrome Pencil writes, "Can this stuff be sculpted? Or is it magic stuff again?" She isn't sure what Clinohumite is…but its sounds a bit kinky. It involves a horse and is illegal in all North AMerican nations but Tir Tairngire. Elves are weird. "Gemstones and mineral-like things, Pencil. I guess with the right tools you could sculpt it, but you'd need tiny tools." Silk shrugs. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "I hear 30k" Raven comments, "or you could epoxy it, and shape it that way. Use it as a surface coating on a scupture." Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Do I hear more?" The owl flaps his arms a bit, rather excited. His eyes blink silvery at the gems. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "30k going once" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "30k going once" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "30k going twice!" "Wow, no reserve this time? Huh." Silk shrugs a little. Adam's head nods a bit and notes, "You can do some creative things with the dust— but I don't have a high demand for new reagents. And even then, it comes down to the purchaser's preferences for design use of them. People tend to be really fickle about something as trivial as 'color' on their otherwise amazing jewelry." A Chrome Pencil perks up a bit at Raven's comment but notices Owl's wingflapping and waits. Then…Bids «Plot» A Chrome Pencil says, "31" «Plot» Smoke says, "35,000" A Chrome Pencil bows out and decides regular stone is hard enough to work with. TrenchCoat sidles over to the Pencil. "I dig skinny chicks. Lets get something straight between us. If I sharpen your tips, will you draw closer to me?" The owl smirks and shakes tailfeathers at the pencil. He blinks a few times, eyes drawn back to the display case. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "35k, do I hear 40k?" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "35k going once" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "35k going twice!" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Sold!" A Chrome Pencil writes, "Good one. How long did it take you to come up with that one?" TBC bubbles, "The whole time you've been a pencil." TrenchCoat admits… "been thinking it up all night, actually. I should get the lead out." The Great Milenko adds in some maniacle laughter before going quiet again! Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "And the final item for bid… Huh." Adam's icon looks up from his article, "At least he didn't add in a 'pencil skirt' comment." Then there was a pause, "But the lead one is worse." "Last? Awww." Silk sighs and peers at the latest item, hmming. Smoke runs forward and claims the icon for the gems case, the pixel whacked owl looks extremely happy. Cajun says "I believe that belongs in a musuem somewhere. I think I saw a pic in a history book." «Auto-Judge[]» TrenchCoat (#799) rolls Antiques for "Say whut?": 5 5 5 9 17 TrenchCoat raises an eyebrow. "Silk, do you have any idea what that is?" Tuxedo looks over at Trenchcoat, briefly pausing to send a message. TBC thinks it looks like a submersion tank, everyknow this because it pops up in a thought bubble. TrenchCoat woudl raise an eyebrow, that is, if he had any eyebrows to thusly raise. "Offhand? A very damaged aquarium, or what the cat thinks. And if I had my guesses, it probably belonged to some very influential people in this electronic realm." Silk says. Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "The bidding starts at… 50k nuyen." Growler says "Looks like an old…what ya call it, sensory deprivation thingie." TrenchCoat steps forward to gesture at the tank. "Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury.. I give you…" A grand gesture… "ECHO MIRAGE." A pause. "This… the very first… generation of Cyberdeck, utilizing ASIST technology to bring the DEcker in to the Matrix." Smoke drifts back toward the rear of the room, turning and staying quiet at the this point. "The glass part of the tank is big enough for a person?" Growler says "Torture or something" "Damn useless now." Admits Trenchcoat… "But -quite- interesting." Raven ooo, "Now that's some history." Adam's icon ahhhs and files this under, "A collector's item." The Great Milenko looks over the device and then finally says, "I'll bid!" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "50k" Tuxedo whistles. "I thought it was the birthplace of the first street samurai." Tuxedo says "Or, possibly, the chemical tomb from which the world's most powerful dragon elf princess, Breeze, emerged." Adam's offhandedly mentions, "I thought they forgot to take out the trash one night in a chop shop and decided to see what a bunch of well-to-do collectors would bid for it." TrenchCoat comments to Tuxedo. "Don't be silly. We all know that was a Stuffer Shack down in Philly." Raven laughs at Tuxedo. TBC ponders, "A fun hobby project to rebuild, not worth that much to me." With that the cat unfurls and then begins to peruse the image of earth from space. "Damnit. Breeze is stealing my gimmick. Again. Didn't we discuss this last Cycle?" Silk shakes a fist. Adam chuckles, "Dragons of a Feather… as they say." Tuxedo shrugs at Annie's icon. "I'm sorry. The world needed to know. Tammy's on her way for an exclusive." The Great Milenko moves closer to the display of the very old Matrix gear, and it stays all silent whilst scanning over the people and clutching its bag of Souls in its right hand while its wand waves away some of the trails of shadow. A Chrome Pencil writes, "There are probably ghosts in this machine." Annie shakes her head sadly at Silk, "Sorry. I planned on sticking with the crone schtick…but apparently it was not meant to be." Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "DO I not hear 55k?" Criticalfault says "I really wish I could…thats soo cool.." Silk nods and says, "Well, I suppose we can do what we did last time and just divide things up and play life-sized Risk." She glances at the machine again and shakes her head, "It is interesting, but I'd have to have it dusted." TrenchCoat eyes the tank. "Sorry. I did my charity tonight." «Plot» Criticalfault says, " 55k" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "55k, do I hear 60k?" The Great Milenko mentions in an eerie and deep voice, "Got some skills with which to do a rebuild project." Glancing around he then frowns slightly before rebidding. «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "60!" <Plot» Criticalfault says, " 65k" Raven tilts her head, "It would be an interesting rebuild project." «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "70k" «Plot» Criticalfault says, " 75k" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "80k" «Plot» Criticalfault says, "85k" TrenchCoat idly wonders…. "Do you suppose the Crash Virus is still dormant in its databanks?" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "90k" Growler says "Great idea! Get into it, and get fried!" Silk mutters, "Yeah, till something gets reborn and takes off through the Matrix. Maybe another Dark Cloud to go with the first." She looks to TrenchCoat and says, "Or something worse. There is ALWAYS something worse." «Plot» Criticalfault says, "100k" Dekkar's box-man raises a hand. "I would be glad to help restore this thing, if the buyer is interested in a hand. I find this device fascinating and have experience in electronics." TBC bubbles, "Does it still have any intact memory?" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "105k" «Plot» Criticalfault says, "110k" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "115k" «Plot» Criticalfault says, "120k" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "125k" «Plot» Criticalfault says, "130k" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "135k" «Plot» Criticalfault says, "150k" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "155k" «Plot» Criticalfault says, "165k" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "175k" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "Will the bidding war continue?" «Plot» Criticalfault says, "185k" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "190k" «Plot» Criticalfault says, "195k" «Plot» The Great Milenko says, "200k" «Plot» Criticalfault says, "210k" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "210k going once!" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "210k going twice!" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "SOLD!" Commlink-Auctioneer> Auctioneer says, "And that's it, folks!"