Chess and Vamps both use pawns.
GM: Thistledown
Players: Thistledown, Sled Huskin, Follower.
Synopsis: A synopsis of what happened here.
Date: September 04, 2069

There's a job out on the wires tonight, a rich kid has gone missing while slumming. Someone is paying good money to make sure he turns up again safe and sound and without a criminal record. The Johnson seems straight up and is offering 15k for the kids return. He looks between the two of you, "If you're in I've got more information, if not, walk now."

Sled Huskin ponders for a second rubbing his chin then nods, looking to The Johnson, "Sounds like a solid deal. What was the last known location?"

Follower considers the offer. It's pretty standard work in his line really. Missing person, strange behavior. Usually a pretty simple walk. "Should be pretty simple. Slumming rich kids stick out like a sore thumb around here. I'm in."

The Johnson nods, "Wonderful, the gentleman with the green hair over there will be assisting you as well, he's familiar with the club they were last in. It's called Chrome, a dance club in the Warrens."

Sled Huskin looks to the man with the bright green hair, "Hey chummer." He then looks back to the Johnson, "What's this kid look like? Age? Sex?"

Follower had been in Chrome a few times. It wasn't really his style, but the people seemed fairly reasonable. Not the usual type that were bred in the Warrens. Those that were familiar with the lower class area though were usually pretty observant of those that weren't.

Follower nods and looks to the green haired man. I'm guessing he's got the full description and what we should be looking for. A name would be good though so maybe we could track down some of his friends."

Mr Johnson puts down a data chip, "His vital information is on the chip." Indeed it is, 17 years old, blond hair dyed black, blue eyes but wears bright orange contacts, olive skin but tinted to a pale white, perfect teeth but wears porcelain fang caps. Vampire wannabe.

Sled Huskin nods in agreement with Follower, plugging the datachip into his personal secretary, "Yea, should stick out like a sore thumb" then looks to Follower, "Yea, sounds like a plan." Extending a hand to him, "The name's Sled."

The kids name is Timothy MacDonald, there's a phone number for his cell, and his SIN number as well.

Thistledown walks over, "Good evening folks, my name is Thistledown. I'll be your tour guide this evening, if there's anything I can get you to make you more comfortable just let me know." The kid with the green hair barely looks 18 and is dressed for the club, his outfit silver and purple and jewelry flashing like mini-strobes.

"I'm not too sure. Have you ever been in chrome. That description matches about 15 of the crowd that passes through those doors. About 60 of the others look close." Follower listened the the additional information as he took the chip from Sled and slipped it into his pocket computer and started looking for images of him. "Did he have a street name that he went by around here. A lot of these kids come in and assume a new identity trying to act hard. Sadly they don't realize who they are tangling with until it's too late. My guess is he'll show up crashed out in The Crank hopped up on some drugs."

The Johnson shakes his head, "No, his family allowed him far to much leeway and did not keep appropriate tabs on him, we do not know much other than that the last time his credstick was used it was at Chrome last evening."

Sled Huskin shakes his head, "Actually, I've not spent much time around there. I didn't realize that these vamp wannabes were such a big scene around here." He stops and thinks for a moment, "Well, with no other alias, looks like we're gonna have to do a little digging."

Thistledown shrugs, "Just tell me where you wanna be and I'll get you there, though we might have to do something about your clothes…you look all…frumpy and that's not in at the moment."

Sled Huskin looks down at his clothes, then at Follower's, he then looks back to Thistle, "Me or him?"

Follower shook Sleds hand after he'd said what he needed to say then nodded to Thistledown. "Nice to formally meet you. I've seen you around before." Looks through more of the chip and saves the Sin and number into the computer. "I've got a makeshift office set up in The Crank. Let's get over there and we can work out a plan." He nodded to Thistledown. "I was thinking the same thing. We need to dress to match the scene to loosen these kids up a bit before they'll talk. I know I look a bit too serious for the scene. We can work out the wardrobe we need there and get ready."

Sled Huskin chuckles slightly at Follower, "Yea, I'm looking a bit plain myself. Let's get to your office and hammer out the details."

Thistledown smiles at Follower, "You can meet me formally later." He winks, "So, taking us back to your place? Awesome."

The Johnson hands you each a credstick, "It will be activated on return of the child."

Sled Huskin accepts the credstick from The Johnson and slides it into his pocket, "Yea, lets just hope that it's as straight forward of a job as it seems, though I wouldn't be shocked if it isn't"

Follower nods to the Johnson and slips the credstick into his inner pocket and then looks to the others. "Let's get on it and get to work."

Sled Huskin nods in agreement.

This particular room has been cleaned up nicely and made into a makeshift office. The old matress had been moved out, likely burned as it should have been about a decade ago, and in the middle of the room was set a fold-out table with four fold-out chairs. More lighting had been brought in in the form of floor lamps to compliment the florescent track lighting. On the fold-out table sat a desk lamp with adjustable neck for shining more light on a specific object as well as a magnifying glass in case something needs to be looked at more closely. At the end of the table sat a portable trivid divice that could only pick up weak and distorted transmissions of some of the local stations. That is if the wind was blowing just right and the building was leaning the right way.

The small kitchen was now decked out in a toaster oven and mini-fridge with a bottle of scotch sitting on-top with four glasses. Over the sink was a sign stating "Don't drink the water".

The bathroom was cleaned, as best as can be expected, and a nice scent had been applied to mask up the smell of years of rotting waste and mold. Unfortunately it more blended with the smell that really removing it so it had more of a stale floral scent.

Overall the office wasn't a bad set up given the location though it seemed to be more set up for discretion than to impress. A factor which worked nicely for the usual clients."

Thistledown looks around as he enters, "You need a silloutte of a pretty woman behind a glass door…no, actually just get yourself a pretty girl in here."

Sled Huskin walks in and looks around, he walks over to the table in the center of the room, setting his weapons and gear on the table and takes a seat in one of the fold-out chairs, grinning in response to Thistle's comment, "Yea, it couldn't hurt the ambiance in here."

Follower chuckles as he pulls out one of the chairs. "This is nothing compared to what I had in Seattle, but it works for a starter office. Eventually I'll move to somewhere better and get a proper secretary."

Thistledown shrugs, "Right…so what's next?"

Follower looks to Thistledown. "Well since your in at Chrome and we're needing some clothing I think that would be a good place to start. So I guess you get to style us up tonight. In the meantime." He moved to the kitchen as he spoke. "Would either of you care for a drink to get loosened up a little."

Sled Huskin shrugs and nods, "Yea, wouldn't mind a shot. Whadda ya got?"

Sled Huskin goes to reach into his t-shirt pocket for a pack of smokes, first looking to Follower, "You mind if I smoke?"

Thistledown shakes his head, "Nah, I'm tanked up from waiting for you guys, I can have you decked out in like 20 minutes, no biggie."

Follower lifted the bottle of scotch. "Midgrade. Not bad, but it's better than paint thinner." He sat the bottle down as he opened the fridge pulling out some ice and started putting it in the glasses. "Not at all. There's an ashtray at the end of the table." He went about pouring two glasses of scotch on the rocks and brought them to the table. "While you get the clothes I'm going to check into the number. Give it a call and see if someone picks up."

Sled Huskin leans over and slides the ashtray down to him, he sets his smokes on the table then takes a sip of the scotch, "This should do the trick." He grabs his smokes and flicks the pack downward, causing a couple cigs to pop out the top, taking one out with his lips and lighting it. "If it's alright with you, I'm gonna leave my katana here. Just bring my pistol and knives with me." ?He looks to Thistle, "When you get the clothes, I'd prefer something that would conceal my piece and knives. No need to attract undue attention."

Thistledown nods, "Sure, sure, modest…right."

Follower nods. "Anything you need to leave here will be as safe as The Crank can allow. So far I've been pretty safe, I just don't keep anything valuable around." He pulled a cigarette from the pack in his breast pocket. "You may want to go ahead and leave the guns as well. Chrome has pretty decent security for a Warren's club." He lit the cigarette and looked to Thistledown. "Actually… let's try to go a little impressive. It'll be easier if people are interested in talking to us."

Thistledown looks at Follower and Sled critically, "I'll uhmm…do what I can."

Sled Huskin nods, "Yea, good thinking. If I can get a pair of boots big enough, I can stash my kinves in there. I'd like to have at least something on me in case shit gets hairy."

"How much do you think you'll need to get us set with what we need?"

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls Etiquette vs TN 4 for "Hey Tina, I need a favor. Can you get ahold of Pips and Snake-eyes and score me a solid outfit from each. Get me Pips platform boots.":

1 2 5 7 = 2 Successes

Thistledown holds up one finger and starts dialing his cell, he chats for a bit with a girl that doesn't seem to ever stop giggling and then snaps the phone shut. "Oh, I'll just have to take them all out sometime, though if you ruin the threads we'll have to buy them new ones."

Sled Huskin nods, "Sounds like a square enough deal. Let's get on with it then."

Thistledown nods, "I'll go get the threads, you work on whatever else, meet back in half-hour?

Follower nods. "Sounds good. I'm going to move toward Chrome and make the call."

Sled Huskin takes another drag off of his cigarette, then tips the glass of scotch back, finishing it off. He looks over to Follower, "You want me to stick around here or run with you?"

"That's totally up to you." Follower downs the scotch. "Though you may get a little bored around here with the bad reception on the trivid and the cheep scotch."

Sled Huskin takes a final drag of his cigarette and crushes it out in the ashtray, "Fair enough, I'll go with you." He looks over to Thistle, "See you back here in half an hour."

Follower extinguished the cigarette leaving it in the tray and leading them out of the room and locking the door behind them. It wasn't that far to Chrome and he started looking over the area for a phone to make the quick call and see if he could get an answer.

Sled Huskin follows behind Follower, keeping an eye on the goings on around them, spotting a phone up ahead on the street, "That one oughta do."

It takes a while but you find a phone that is mostly intact, you dial the number and it rings and rings. After 15 rings voicemail picks up.

"This is V, leave a message" Beeep.

Follower hangs up the phone and looks to Sled. "No answer, but we have an alias. We're looking for V."

Sled Huskin leans back from the phone that he was trying to listen in on, "Yea, gives us a little something to work with."

Follower grins and picks up the phone again dialing the number.

You dial the number and it rings and rings. After 15 rings voicemail picks up.

"This is V, leave a message" Beeep.

"V, this is Slate. You don't know me, but I've heard about you. I'm going to be around Chrome! tonight. If I see you around I'll buy you a few drinks." He hangs up the phone after the simple message. "Give him a bit of incentive incase he's just laying low and screening his calls. Hopefully he's not hiding scared."

Sled Huskin smiles with a slight laugh, "Yea, pretty sneaky of you chummer. I like it."

Follower grins. "It's what I do." He glanced around the street making sure noone was watching them. "Let's get back to the office before people see us out of costume and our covers get blown."

Sled Huskin nods, "Yea, I agree." He turns away from the phone and begins walking down the street, heading back for Follower's office.

Thistledown has made out like a bandit and there are two sets of clothes laid out when you return, they're glitter goth gear, black but made to reflect light back from countless miniprisms. They fit well enough to be second hand, which is pretty high class for the Warrens.

Follower looks over the clothes moderately impressed. "Should work well." He picked up the clothes and stepped into the bathroom changing rather quickly before opening the door and mussing his hair. "Not a bad fit either."

Sled Huskin looks over a set of the clothes for a second, "These should do fine." He grabs up a set and heads into the bathroom to change. Coming out a few minutes later, looking himself over for a second and shaking his head, "Damn vampire drekheads." He heads over to the table and sits in a chair, sliding his survival knife into a boot and looking for a place to stash his throwers.

Sled Huskin finds a spot in the side of his pants to slip his throwing knife leaving the handles barely above the waistline, then covering them up with his shirt.

Sled Huskin walks over to a sink and gets a little bit of water on his hands, running his fingers through his hair to wet it, then shakes his head from side to side, leaving his hair looking like he just got out of bed.

Thistledown looks over the pair, "Well, I wouldn't date you, but I'm picky…ready for some fun?"

Sled Huskin shrugs and nods, "Bout as ready as I'm gonna be. Let's get this show on the road, the more time we sit around here, the more likely the kid's getting himself into some deep drek."

Thistledown looks stunning, he's changed into a black outfit that absolutely drinks light, his silver accessories have changed from glowing green light to a pulsing blacklight that illuminates his pale skin with a blue cast as they pulse. He's got a pair of fang caps on but rather than the traditional red or orange his eyes are still bright green.

Thistledown nods, "Right."

Follower grabs his credsticks from his coat and slides them into his pocket and slides his SIN card into his back pocket before stashing his cigarettes and lighter into yet another pocket. "One thing I have to say for these clothes. There's plenty of pockets." He grins. "Yeah. Let's get moving." He leads them out of the office and locks up the door before they head to Chrome!.

Sled Huskin grabs his credstick and smokes as well, heading out the door before Follower closes and locks it.

Thistledown looks at Follower as they head out, "Of course, you've got to have a pocket for each kind of drug you carry, you don't want to get mixed up."

Sled Huskin grins with a slight chuckle, "Yea, reminds me of my teenage years."

Thistledown drops you both off by the door then goes to park his sedan, when he returns he walks up with a fair bit of bounce in his step. "Ready?"

Sled Huskin looks at the sign as he walks towards the night club door, shakes his head slightly, speaking quietly to Follower, "Eh, I knew I should have brought my piece. Ahhh, oh well. Let's get on with this."

Follower chuckles. "Probably better it's left. Don't want you to get drunk and start blasting. "He laughs and swipes through with an untraced credstick. "It's about having fun anyway." He gave a discreet wink and moved into the club.

The doors open…

You pass through the antechamber and into the nightclub.

CHROME! - NightClub

The sliding door ushers into a series of halls in which the walls are elevated to enough of a height to prevent prying, concealing most of the club proper at the entrance. The walls are used as walkways by staff and security, patrons are strongly discouraged from climbing on them. Every single surface in the room, floor, furniture, and ceiling, is coated in real chrome plating. A deep lustrous polish is kept on the majority of surfaces, a network of cleaning drones busily skittering around to keep it that way. After a short walk, there are fourteen booths that recess into the maze of halls. The circular booths allow seating for ten humans, though the seats adjust for larger and smaller metatypes.

A Hal the Barbot unit is installed in the center of each table and serves a variety of drinks from a tap, presented with a small articulated arm. He also offers to sell food, cigarettes, and various other small items that might be desired, as well as doing it's best to engage in casual, pre- programmed conversation if it gets too quiet. Hal chatters off statements like, "Why the long face chummers?", "I know a great drinking game…" and "You're a great customer! Management has comped you for cab fare!".

This area can be bypassed by the two side hallways which are lit only by red lights and are hazed regularly by a series of wall-mounted fog dispensers. The large, expansive mirrored area is brilliant, possibly disorienting to some as the many colored and flashing lights seem to go on forever on the dance floor. It is easily the size of a soccer field, with a wide, elevated stage lined with speakers and lighting rigs. Noteably, the most extensive lighting and sound system found in Denver area clubs, stadiums or other assorted venues.

Behind the stage is a black sliding door, leading to a panic room which can be accessed by VIPs and staff only via a palm reader.

The club is slamming tonight, the floor is packed and the tables are overfilled. Sex, drugs and rock and roll with heavy emphasis on the first two fill the club.

Sled Huskin steps in through the door and looks around for a moment, giving the scene a quick survey before heading towards the bar, moving his way through the dense crowd.

Follower says "Let's see if we can find a table to set up at and get to mixing. Remember. We're looking for V." He glanced around the club. "If we can't find a table we may have to start sweet talking so we can get a decent drink."

Sled Huskin stands at the bar for a moment, realizing that he won't get a drink anytime soon, he heads back over to where Follower is standing, "Yea, let

Sled Huskin says "Let's get us a table."

Follower scans the area noticing the complete lack of vacant booths. "Well looks like we have to start Shmoozing."

Sled Huskin nods to follower, "Right, who looks talkative to you?"

Follower says "Can you dance?"

Thistledown looks at the two of them like they're crazy, "Why would you want an empty booth?" He makes a be line to the closest table and inserts himself into it hip bumping a girl for space, "So gorgeous, who's going to be lonely when I take you home tonight?" He asks.

Sled Huskin shakes his head and chuckles, "Not well, but I can fake it enough to get by."

Watching Thistledown makes himself invited. "Well he's got a plan. We can cover more if we spread out. We'll meet up when we can and compare notes." Follower gave a grin and pointed at Thistledown as he walked by. "I'll catch you in a minute, chum. I'm going to scout the talent tonight." He grinned and made a B-line for the dance floor.

«OOC» Thistledown says, "Give me a roll at whatever skills you're going to be using to look for information."

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls 4 for "The TN is the higest result up to a max of 10":

1 4 4 9

«OOC» Thistledown says, "TN 9"

Sled Huskin stands on his own for a second, eyeing out the tail in the club, he notes where Thistle is sitting, and heads to a booth with a few women over on the opposite side of the club.

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Follower (#6503) rolls Etiquette vs TN 9 for "Anyone seen V?":

1 3 3 4 5 = 0 Successes

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Sled Huskin (#6988) rolls Etiquette vs TN 9 for ""Hey there, ladies. You look like you can use a round of drinks."":

2 2 5 = 0 Successes

Sled Huskin gets a few dirty looks from the ladies at the table before they go back about their business. He shrugs it off and heads away from the table, moving over towards the dance floor to try and strike up a conversation with a lone person.

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Follower (#6503) rolls Etiquette vs TN 9 for "Anyone seen V? 1 of 1 kp":

1 1 2 4 14 = 1 Success

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Sled Huskin (#6988) rolls Stealth vs TN 9 for "Sled mills around the dance floor, trying to remain low key, seeing if he can overhear anything of importance.":

2 3 4 4 4 = 0 Successes

«OOC» Thistledown says, "You get pointed towards the far corner of the dance floor Follower, by someone who thought they saw V over there somewhere."

Follower struts along the dancefloor keeping in step the best he can. As he gets close to the various patrons he dances for a moment when there is a suitably proper group focused in an area. After he gets a positive responce he lets the question fly. "Anyone seen V tonight?" One of the group nods and points toward the far corner of floor and he continues dancing his way across the floor looking out for the man fitting the description.

Sled Huskin doesn't overhear anything of importance, but notices Follower speaking with someone, he sees the gent point to the corner of the dance floor, so he makes his way over somewhat, but staying back as to not seem as he's with Follower, he lazily bobs around to the music, keeping an eye on Follower.

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls Charisma vs TN 9 for "To hell with V, this chick is cute!":

1 2 2 2 3 4 5 7 = 0 Successes

Thistledown gets hip checked off the seat and onto the floor, he looks up reproachfully then the girl flashes some serious bling on her ring finger, "Taken" she says to the green haired fop on the floor.

There's a fairly tight group of 10 teens dancing together, they all wear vamp/goth gear. The look to be the type of crowd to fit V's description but you don't see him at first glance.

«OOC» Thistledown says, "give me perception rolls TN unknown."

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Follower (#6503) rolls Intelligence:

1 2 3 5 11

Sled Huskin noodles over to a girl on the dance floor, keeping an eye on Follower as he does, "How's a chummer go about getting a drink around here?"

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Sled Huskin (#6988) rolls Intelligence:

2 4 5 5

You paged Follower with 'One of the kids could be V, but if so he's lost a considerable amount of weight.'.

You paged Sled Huskin with 'You do not see V anywhere.'.

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Sled Huskin (#6988) rolls Etiquette vs TN 9 for "How's a chummer go about getting a drink around here?":

1 3 5 = 0 Successes

Follower scans over the group as he grooves up to them singling out the one who roughly matches the description. Dancing close by until he manages to get a clear line to him before approaching and casually speaking as he stands within earshot without being too loud. "V?"

Sled Huskin gets scoffed at yet again by another pretty girl and decides to get a drink on his own, he pulls his pack of smokes out and lights one up, heading over to a table to get a drink from the bar bot.

The group of ten dances off tempo, moving slowly and gracefully, or trying to. One of the group, an older looking kid (maybe 25) pulls it off with much greater skill than the others, you'd guess he's the one their all trying to emulate.

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Sled Huskin (#6988) rolls Etiquette vs TN 2 for "Lemme get a shot of rum, any kind will do.":

2 3 3 = 3 Successes

The kid Follower singles out turns to look at Follower, his eyes are sunken and he looks pale and drawn "Yeah?" he responds, his voice slow as though he's bored with the world even as he's dancing in the club.

Hal the barbot sends over a shot of rum, "Say, you look like a rum fellow!" the barbot quips.

Sled Huskin waits for a minute, then takes his drink from the bot, swiping his credstick, "From time to time, when the mood suits me.", he takes his drink and continues to puff on his cigarette as he mingles about the crowd. Keeping an eye fixed on Follower's location the whole time.

Thistledown meanwhile is circulating and dancing with the crowd. He bumps into a crew he knows and settles in to strut his stuff in the middle of the dancefloor.

"Nice to meet you." He continues dancing now trying to emulate the style they are chasing after. "The name is Slate. I gave you a call earlier, but you didn't answer. Got your number off of… hell. I don't remember her name. I was a bit wired that night. Anyway.. care to hit a booth and grab a drink. I'm paying."

The kid shakes his head, "Nah, I'm…good here." He moves deeper into the group of ten, the others moving outward a bit, getting between you and the kid.

Sled Huskin downs the remainder of his rum and snubs his cigarette into the empty glass, he notices Follower speaking to someone and heads over toward where he is standing, setting his glass on a table as he passes by.

Thistledown doesn't seem like he would notice if the ceiling fell in, but he does end up closer to Follower, about 20 meters away dancing with a young ork girl.

Follower slows his dancing a bit and looks across the area trying to spot Sled and Thistle. At least he'd found him. Now it was a matter of convincing him to come without having to drag him out of here kicking and screaming.

Sled Huskin closes his distance to Follower, he leans in to speak in his ear, barely audible over the song that had just started playing, "What's the word chum?"

Thistledown continues to dance.

Follower dances back a bit turning his mouth from the crowd. "I found him, but he's not wanting to cooperate. I can't even pull him from this group. So I'm going to try to get in good with them. Just hold back and keep an eye out and make sure he doesn't pull away from the crowd." He whispered before backing up and giving Sled a look. "No thanks, chummer. I'm good." He speaks that bit a little louder and moves back toward the group watching the older member of the little group.

Sled Huskin shrugs with a look of disappointment, he turns and walks over toward where Thistle is standing, mingling between the crowd as he moves along. He taps him on the shoulder, "Hey chummer, got a second?"

The older male is attractive and obviously the dominant force in the little group, he's dancing with the of the girls, attractive (if you're into the goth scene) and his attire is obviously of a better make than those around him. The little group seems to circle around him, dancing together but always returning to his side after a short time.

Thistledown turns to Sled, "Hell, I'll give you a minute, what can I do you for?"

«OOC» Follower says, "Going to try to work my way into the group and try to get a little info about the aparent guru. Etiquette?"

«OOC» Thistledown says, "Etiquette TN 8, Stealth TN 6 your choice."

Sled Huskin smiles at Thistle and leans in to speak to him, trying to be as descrete as possible, "We've made the kid, but he's wedged into that group something fierce. Follower's gonna try and get in good with them, but if that doesn't work, I've got an idea of my own."

«OOC» Follower says, "going with Etiquette to try to get a little info on them."

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Follower (#6503) rolls Etiquette vs TN 8 for "So who is this guy?":

1 1 1 10 22 = 2 Successes

Thistledown nods to Sled, "Sure, what's the plot?"

Sled Huskin continues to speak to Thistle, "Well, if he can't get him out. I say we find a pretty young thing, and throw her a few creds to weasel him outside. At least then if he won't cooperate, we won't have the crowd to deal with."

You paged Follower with 'They refer to him as G, seems like they are all going by a single letter name. There's an A a K and a T that you've heard of so far. All of them seem to speak well of him, like groupies gushing about their favorite rockstar."'.

Thistledown nods, "Not a bad plan at all, you want to go line up the girl or should I?"

Sled Huskin looks at Thistle's hair, "You seem like you know your way around this scene better than I do. Lets wait a few though, see what Follower can turn up."

You paged Follower with 'They're a very tight knit group, and that's about all you get out of them, they don't seem to be interested in talking to others.'.

Follower dances up to a few of those starting to stray a bit. "This chum is good." He gives them a charming smile. "I'm Slate. Pretty new around here and I heard that this was the scene to get into. I'm impressed so far. So is this the only place you guys hit up or is there something hitting after hours?"

Follower gets a lot of eye-rolls, but one of the girls gives him a solid looking over, "We've got some stuff going on late night, but I don't think you're G's type sugar."

Another girl chimes in, "Yeah, G likes em smooth, you look all…weathered."

"Then maybe I should get some lotion." He gave a sly grin and continues dancing with the group. "Or perhaps there's another type of homage I could pay to prove my worth?"

Sled Huskin leans back from talking to Thistle and heads over toward a wall where he takes a lean, reaching into his pocket to grab another smoke, he lights it up and takes a long drag, leaning his head against the wall and letting the hit billow out. He looks over to where Follower is standing here and there, checking out an occasional dancing femme.

G looks over at you, then appears to look through you, then waves his hand dismissively. The girls shrug and say "Sorry shug, no dice." Then turn their backs to you.

There are a lot of dancing femmes for Sled to check out, some of the quite well put together.

Follower shrugs at G and then looks back to the ladies. "Well. Thanks for your time anyway." He dances back moving across the floor looking for Thistle.

Sled Huskin watches as Follower makes his way over to Thistle, he decides to wait for a minute to let Follower and Thistle converse for a moment.

Thistledown is bouncing about like a pogo stick gone quite mad, he comes to a stop though he keeps rocking up onto the balls of his feet while he looks at Follower.

"You know anything about G?" Follower asks as Thistle slowed.

Sled Huskin continues to puff away at his smoke as he watches Thistle and Follower speaking.

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls Denver Streets vs TN 12 for "Probably not":

1 = 0 Successes

Thistledown thinks for a moment, "Big black guy, wears a gold chain with a clock on it, wants to be rapper but can't keep a beat to save his life. Why do you ask?"

"Wrong G." Follower darts his eyes toward the group. "I'm talking about the older guy drawing all those kids. I'm guessing he's somewhat awakened, but can't really figure much else. Some sort of Guru is my guess though. Think you can work your way into them without setting off suspicion? You're more the type I think."

Sled Huskin drops his cigarette to the floor and crushes it under his boot, he then makes his way over to Thistle and Follower, "What's the score?"

Follower looks to Sled. "1-0. To get to V we need to get through G."

Sled Huskin nods and thinks for a minute, then looks to Thistle, "You think this G character would render my idea mute?"

Thistledown looks over at the slow moving group of somber goths…"I can give it a shot."…his eyes glitter a bit as he looks over the group.

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls Intelligence vs TN 5 for "Assensing G":

1 1 1 2 2 9 = 1 Success

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls Intelligence - 1 (success) vs TN 5 for "Assensing G 1kp":

1 4 5 7 15 = 3 Successes

Thistledown goes a bit paler than usual as he looks over G, "Oh…that's not so good."

Sled Huskin gets a slight look of discontent on his face after Thistle's comment, "Do we even want to know?"

Follower cocks his brow a bit at Thistle's reaction.

Thistledown shrugs, "He's a vamp, like the real kind. Which means I'm probably not going to fit into that group all that well."

"I was a little afraid of that." Follower glanced over at the group. "So any ideas how to pull this kid out?"

Sled Huskin gets a dumbfounded look on his face for a moment, "So, where does that leave us? I'm not too familiar with their kind.

Thistledown thinks for a moment, "Blood suckers, that draw out a bit of the soul each time, charming, strong and sometimes magical, tread with caution and don't let them bite you."

Sled Huskin looks over to the crowd and gives G a once over, then back to Thistle and Follower "Hmmm, I can't think of any way to pull this kid out peacefully. I don't want things to get violent, but unless anyone else has anything they'd like to try."

Thistledown shrugs, "I can probably get him to come with me, but that leaves a potentially angry vamp."

Sled Huskin nods in agreement, "That's what I was worried about. What's the scoop on the vamp's mortality? None of that nonsense with stakes and sunlight I hope."

You say "Actually, that's the only non-sense that is real, it's the holy water and crosses that are bogus."

"I've got a plan, but we have to wait for them to leave and move fast. I don't think any of us are equiped to handle G. Basically we wait and when the go to leave we nab him, pull him into the car and get out before they can catch up. Though it doesn't solve the angry vamp maybe we can at least get him out of there." Follower scratches his head. "Though this particular vamp is apparently pretty discriminating on his taste. He didn't like the look of my soul I guess."

Sled Huskin shakes his head in slight disbelief, "Well, unless a throwing kife to the temple would take care of this vamp, I'd have to say that Follower's idea sounds like the best course of action."

Thistledown shrugs, "I don't know about Vamp tastes, but I can probably get V to run towards the car, that throwing knife might not be a bad idea if he starts chasing."

Sled Huskin nods in agreement with Thistle, "I'll keep that in mind." He then looks to Follower, "Alright, let's go get the car ready and wait it out."

"It may be a good idea to go back and get your pistol actually. It may slow him down. I'm sure I can grab the kid, unless he's turned into one. Then we'll have to see. But if I drag him in I'll need someone to cover and shut the door since I'll have my arms full and we'll need to jet as soon as we're all in." Follower reaches into his pocket and pulls out his key and hands it to Sled. "Go grab you gun and meet us back here."

Sled Huskin takes the key from Follower, and chuckles slightly, "I thought I might have a use for that thing tonight." He turns to head for the door, "I'll be back as soon as I can. You want to meet up at the car?"

Thistledown nods and follows along. "Grab and go, check."

Follower gives his number to Sled. "Give me a call when you're heading back. And let me get your number in case things are moving faster than we hope."

Sled Huskin gives his number to Follower, "Will do." He then heads for the door with a slightly quickened pace.

CHROME! - Parking Lot

The large, dank parking lot of CHROME! is kept free of glass and most refuse by four recreant drones. Prone to running away around people, they scurry away to their recessed armored storage/recharge stations mounted in the ferrocrete walls of the building. There are roughly forty painted spaces marked as automobile parking, a long painted rectangle is set aside for bikes, and off to one side an elevated platform for landing VTOL craft on, large enough to support two corporate airshuttles.

Leading to a pair of heavy galvanized doors is a split stairway with a handrail that curls around the walkway in front of the club to accommodate long lines. Patrons are led through the massive automated doors into the antechamber five at a time. Security measures are in place to deter anyone from knocking too hard or rushing the door by letting out a large squirt of pepper punch.

«OOC» Follower says, "Was going to mingle once more and see if anyone knows what time they usually leave."

Sled Huskin heads up the street towards Follower's office, giving a slight nod as he leaves.

«OOC» Thistledown says, "They normally stay till things wrap up at about 3am."

Follower leans against the wall lighting a cigarette.

Thistledown pulls the sedan up near the door.

About ten minutes pass after Sled heads for the office, when Follower's phone rings.

Follower checks the number and picks up. "Talk to me."

"I'm on my way back, should be there in about five."

«OOC» Follower says, "time check?"

"Did I miss anything?"

«OOC» Thistledown says, "1am, you've got 2 hours."

Thistledown looks over the security by the building, "Hmm, I wonder if we can trigger the pepper punch?"

Follower holds out his hand for his key. "We've got a couple of hours before they start moving unless we can speed things up." He looked to Thistle as he spoke. "And that could do it."

Thistledown shakes his head, "Nah, they won't evac just cause someone tripped the pepper spray, I was thinking for when they come out, cut down on the number of people that give chase if any do.

Sled Huskin comes from down the street and walks up to Follower, handing him his keys, "Here you go chummer." He fiddles with his holster under his shirt for a moment, making sure it's secure and he has easy access to his pistol.

"Not that. But it gave me an idea. What causes them to evacuate a building?"

Thistledown shrugs, "Fire?

"Exactly." Follower gets a sly grin on his face. "Or at least if they believe there is a fire." He glances around and moves closer in. "Let's get in the car and run down the plan."

Sled Huskin walks over to the sedan and opens a door, getting into the back seat.

Thistledown sits down in the car. Turning on the radio loud enough to cover their conversation. "I'd rather not burn down the club…I don't see that as a good idea."

Follower sits in the car and shuts the door. "Wasn't suggesting that, but there may be a way we can trip the system so they think there's one. They'll evacuate as a precaution. When they come out we'll be waiting nearby to snag the kid and get him to the car. Just use the pistol as cover unless they charge us. It may be the Warrens, but it has its own justice."

Sled Huskin chuckles, "Would be quite a sight, but I agree."

Thistledown shrugs, "Alright, but I'm no pyro."

Sled Huskin looks out the window and sizes up the club, "Hmm, maybe there's a wire to an alarm box we could yank?"

"We'll just need to have the car close to the road so we have a clear get away route. The crowd will serve as added cover." Follower looks at the club. "It's either that or wait a couple of hours. The only thing is not getting caught doing it.

Sled Huskin shakes his head, "I'm not very good with electronics though, wouldn't know which wire to pull."

"I can get it. It'll have me close to the door when they're moving out too. Just be ready to cover me."

«OOC» Thistledown says, "Eletronics TN 6 to trip the alarm, Stealth TN 4 to not leave evidence, then an open Stealth test that will set the TN for someone to notice you doing it."

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Follower (#6503) rolls Electronics vs TN 6 for "Trip dat shit":

2 3 7 11 = 2 Successes

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Follower (#6503) rolls Stealth vs TN 4 for "I didn't do it":

2 2 4 5 5 = 3 Successes

Sled Huskin nods and gives the back of the seat a small slap, "Alright, sounds like a plan." He opens the door and steps out, leaving it open. "I'll leave this door open so you can throw him in the back and jump in yourself." He steps forward to the front passenger door and opens it, facing the door of the club with his hand held under his shirt.

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Follower (#6503) rolls Stealth for "You can't prove a thing":

2 2 4 5 5

Thistledown moves into the drivers seat, pulling a hood up over his hair, "Wheee!"

Sled Huskin laughs rather heartily at Thistle, "Yea, kinda gets the blood pumpin, doesn't it?"

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls 3 vs TN 5 for "Alarms sound and security looks around, do they notice Follower?":

3 3 3 = 0 Successes

Follower waits by the door for V to slip out.

The alarms sound and people start pouring out into the streets, it's chaos, as druken hopped up oversexed and over stimulated teens pour out into the night. Amidst the sea of bodies comes the G and his entourage, V in tow.

Sled Huskin keeps his eyes peeled on the door, his face tensing slightly as the people pour out, he sees G and fixes his attention to him, waiting to see what goes down.

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Follower (#6503) rolls Brawling + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 4 for "Judo chop":

2 2 4 5 5 7 = 4 Successes

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls 2 (V went to self-defense school) vs TN 4 for "I don't like being judo chopped.":

2 3 = 0 Successes

«OOC» Follower says, "Strength 4 and no"

«OOC» Thistledown says, "Ok, so your base damage is 4M, you have 4 successes so you're doing 4D stun V rolls to resist…"

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls 3 (Body) + 4 (Combat Pool) vs TN 4 for "Resisting D stun damage.":

1 3 3 4 4 5 9 = 4 Successes

«OOC» Thistledown says, "You inflict moderate stun."

Follower takes the initiative and sends a blow to the back of V's head. Though it was only enough to stumble him a bit and make him aware that he's about to get rolled.

«OOC» Thistledown says, "Everyone Roll Initiatives +init"

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls Initiative with a result of 11.

Sled Huskin draws his pistol from the holster and holds it down at his side, as V gets hit, he becomes very alert and focused on the crowd, waiting to see what happens with the crowd.

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Follower (#6503) rolls Initiative with a result of 11.

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Sled Huskin (#6988) rolls Initiative with a result of 11.

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls 1 for "result up to 6 +5 is init for V":


«OOC» Thistledown says, "V Goes on 7"

«OOC» Thistledown says, "Follower give me a stealth roll real quick."

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Follower (#6503) rolls Stealth:

1 2 3 4 5

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls 6 vs TN 5 for "Did anyone notice the beat down.":

1 2 3 3 4 15 = 1 Success

«OOC» Thistledown says, "We all go first, then next round people start reacting to the beating. Follower whats your move?"

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Follower (#6503) rolls Brawling + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 4 for "The club and drag":

1 1 2 3 3 5 = 1 Success

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls 2 (self defense class) + 2 (combat pool) vs TN 6 for "Base 4+2wound mod, "Stop hitting me!"":

3 3 5 5 = 0 Successes

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls 3 + Combat Pool: 2 vs TN 4 for "Soaking 4M damage.":

1 1 2 2 2 = 0 Successes

«OOC» Thistledown says, "Down like a wet sack of potatoes, he's not unconscious but it's enough for you to drag him."

Follower didn't think he'd Followed through enough. Perhaps drew his punch a little too much. But on top of the initial hit it was apparently enough to know down the featherweight. Follower grabs the kid and starts moving him toward the car as quickly as possible.

Sled Huskin draws his pistol up and trains it specifically toward G in case he gives chase, but keeping his peripheral vision on the crowd as a whole.

Thistledown looks axiously through the windshield eager to be away and realizing how difficult that might be given the number of people flooding into the street around them.

«OOC» Thistledown says, "Ok, we've each got one more action before next initiative roll when everyone realizes what's happening. Follower you'll need a strength check at TN 4, you need at least 2 successes to get him into the car this phase, Sled you'll need a quicknes at TN 4 to get yourself in, the doors shut and out of Follower's way so he can get in. Good luck gents!"

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Follower (#6503) rolls Strength vs TN 4 for "Book it":

3 4 4 11 = 3 Successes

«OOC» Thistledown says, "Nicely done sir."

«OOC» Follower says, "\bows"

«OOC» Thistledown says, "Sled, if you move to get in you lose the aim on G."

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Sled Huskin (#6988) rolls Quickness vs TN 4 for ""Get in the car, and fast.":

1 1 2 2 3 8 = 1 Success

«OOC» Thistledown says, "That'll do… Now Thistle, cars/4 to get the hell out of dodge."

«Stats System» Invalid roll: Cannot find stat matching "cars".

«Auto-Judge[thorn]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls Car vs TN 4 for "I miss my other car!":

4 4 = 2 Successes

«OOC» Thistledown says, "Pose it, thrown in, scramble with doors, pulling away all clean."

Sled Huskin retracts his aim on G and slides into the door, closing it behind him as Follower makes his way to the car with the kid, he rolls down the window quickly, keeping his pistol handy in case of any last minute complications.

Follower books it through the crowd tossing V into the car and piling in behind him and hearing the doors slam shut and the tires squeel. "Well that was almost too easy. He's a bit tougher than he looks though.

Thistledown doesn't floor it, that wastes time and draws attention, instead he accelerates steadily weaving through the crowd of people pouring out of the club. The tires do squeal as he takes the corners though pushing the rubber to the limits. "Nicely done, let's get this kid home." V protests weakly but he's had most of the stuffing punched out of him.

«OOC» Thistledown says, "closing poses?"

Sled Huskin lets out a sigh, laughing a bit, "Woo, nothing like an adrenaline buzz, eh chummers?"

Follower nods. "Sounds like a plan." He looks to V. "Sorry to do it like this, kid. Would have gone a lot smoother if you'd just joined me for a few drinks."

«Plot» Thistledown says, "Closing log, successful job, no fall out."

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