GM: Rush
Players: Criticalfault, Viktor, Gene enters late via phone
Date: June 25, 2070
Synopsis: Viktor and Criticalfault hear on the street that there is a Johnson that needs some work done. They go to the meet and get Ambushed by the Lone Star aquisitions team. They wake up 14 hours later and see themselves on the Corporate Loyalty Hour. They now have to go out and get their rep and lives back.
«Plot» Rush says, " Welcome to my run, you both have been on runs of mine before. You know basicly how I run things and how thigs work. Please consent and we can get moving.""
«Plot» Viktor reconsents.
«Plot» Criticalfault says, " :consents!"
The afternoon is warm in the AZN sector of the CAS portion of Denver. The cherry blossoms are in the last stages of their bloom so the air is still slightly hinted with their scent. You hear word from your contacts on the street that there is someone in the UCAS sector looking for persons with discretion to perform tasks. You should look for Mr. White at Big Jim's Pool Hall on the edge of the sector.
"AHHH CHOO!" Viktor doubles over, his diaphgram expelling copious amounts of mucus filled with disagreeable pollen into the air. "Christ, I gotta remember ta pick up some friggin' anti-histamines…AH CHOO!!!" A Korean mother with her young daughter in tow pulls the girl to shield her from the elf's discharges. The poofy-haired and conservatively dressed woman gives Viktor a scowl and she stops to douse her hands and daughter liberally in synthohol based sanitizer. Viktor, who would normally taunt someone who gave him said response, hunches over to sneeze again, mucus dangling from his mouth and nose.
Big Jim's Pool Hall. His face and nose red and moist from the allergies, Viktor falls against the door to the building and stumbles in, wiping his face on his sleeve. "Definitely hittin' a Stuffer after dis…"
[News62] Reporter says, "Fire-Bombers Aerial FireFighting aircraft dispatched to Castle Rock. All Aircraft clear the airspace."
Getting the call, Critical loads up his duffel and calls his favorite cab company. After making his way toward the UCAS sector he gets out and walks the resst of the way. He stops when he hears Viktor's sneeze and turns to look at the man, knowing his familiar…somehow. He walks over to the poolhall after Viktor, waiting behind him as almost stumbles into the door, "You alright chum? You look like drek."
Standing outside the pool room you can see the neon OPEN sign is currently black in the off position. The brick front of the pool room has four small windows roughly ten feet off the ground, only showing the closest lights to the window as being on. The brick face is littered with random band fliers as well as advertisements and graffiti. In the center of the front is a three step stair case leading up to a large green door. The door is open currently with a bar top stool holding it open. Looking through the opening into the hall shows a smoky interior filled with pool tables but apparently empty.
As you step into the interior of the pool room, it opens before you. The room is quite large on the inside and filled with double digit pool tables. The ceiling is slightly low, just a standard ten feet so larger Meta's would have to stoop slightly in here. The room is dark as the lights above the tables are hooded to focus their light on the table they are suspended above. The pool tables are older and cleared of all balls to show there are no games in progress currently. Although older, the tables are obviously lovingly cared for and maintained.
The right side of the hall is dominated by a long wooden bar, cleared and polished. Behind the bar, the wall is covered in the usual rows of bottles of synthliquor and adds for same. At the far end of the bar there is a small pyramid of beer mugs, clean and gleaming in the darkness as they wait for the evening rush.
"Ughhh….I'm…I'm ok…" Viktor makes a stop at the nearest pool table and leans heavily onto it, looking up at the other man. Nose fluid leaks onto the velvetty surface. "Drek," the elf quickly reaches down to try and wipe it away before turning to head to the bar. "Jus' need ta sit down for a sec…"
Viktor sniffles as he heads to the bar, his face screwing up as he begins to wonder where all this smoke is coming from. Shrugging and appreciating the nullifying effect the smoke has on his allergies, he hops up onto a stool for a moment, parking his butt next to the Great Pyramid of mugs. Pushing himself up, he leans forward to look left and right, probably for a bartender. He asks CF, "You here ta see dis White cat, too?" SNORTTTT.
Entering after Viktor, Critical sets his duffel near the door but keeps his pistol tucked in the back of his pants. He looks around and ponders where to go seeing no one around. "Yea, dont even know what for uet either. I hope its nothing we gotta be quiet for in your condition, We've met before right? I think we ran together once…either that or met another time… you just look familiar i guess."
The clacking of balls hitting each other reaches your ears from the rear of the hall. There behind several oriental blinds is a private table that you can just see through the gaps. There appears to be two figures there, one shooting and the other watching but holding a cue as well.
As you reach the blinds you note, the one actively shooting on the table appears to be a human male. Approximately six feet tall and wearing a completely white suit, down to the undershirt and white tie with matching pearl cuff links and patent leather white shoes. He has short cropped white hair and a matching goatee, all white to match the suit.
The other participant is an Elf; he stands just over five feet in height and is of the slim build characteristic of the race. His hair is long and hangs limp almost to his rear end. In direct contrast to the man in the ice cream suit, he is a little piece of night in the light of day. From his clothing to his skin, he has chosen the color of night to accentuate his appearance. Turning to regard you as you approach you see multiple silver pins and other accessories covering the black long coat he wears over fashionable clothing. The clothing moves rather stiffly as he does, but not as stiff as one might expect when figuring on armor in the fibers of the garments.
Turning his attention to the two men he missed Critical gives a nod, "You guys called?" He half grins, nodding to Viktor.
Sniffle. "Iz good, I can snag sum Zyrtek and be good az gold." AHHHHH CHOOO!!!!! «Reaction TN5 to dodge a wad of snot on you.» Wiping his nose on his sleeve again, the elf composes himself. His single pointed ear perks up.
"Jee-zus Christ," Viktor says, leaning back as he catches the sound of billiards being played. "Don't people freakin' dress normally anymore?" hopping back off the stool, Viktor stalks over to meet Salt n' Peppa. He's got on a simple black T-shirt with a swooping bald-eagle on it and a pair of red and black board-shorts.
«Auto-Judge[]» Criticalfault (#6325) rolls Reaction vs TN 5 for "Dodging Viktor snotballs":
1 2 4 5 5 5 = 3 Successes
Recoiling from Viktor's sneeze, Critical turns his body to the left, letting the spray pass him by. He mutters, "Yea…Zyrtek and a drill, right as rain."
Mr. White continues to finish his shot, the elf turning and looking the two of you up and down. He moves to the other side of the pool table from you, obviously a pro at his job. Mr. White makes the eight ball and smiles, putting his hand out to the Elf who digs in a pocket and hands over a credstick to White. The human's face breaks into a wide grin as he pockets the credstick and looks to the two arrivals. "Welcome.." He getures towards the pool table, "Do either of you play?"
Critical takes his opening to get some distance between him and Viktor's allgeries, "Not since college, but i'm prolly not terrible…sure as drek not gonna put money on that fact though. I do computers, not so much pool shooting." Critical approaches the table and stands on the other side, taking a better look at each man.
SNIIFFFF! "Sho, momma taught me how way back when." The elf beams, his nose glows like Rudolph. "Pool, ping-pong and tennis if'n yer' some kinda club sport recruiter," despite the allergies, he offers a lopsided grin. "Take it dat ain't da case, tho, eh boss man?"
Viktor sizes up the elf dressed in ebony. He gives him a thrust of the chin, "Whaddup, keeb."
«Plot» Rush says, " Reaction rolls TN6"
«Auto-Judge[]» Criticalfault (#6325) rolls Reaction vs TN 6:
1 2 3 3 5 13 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Viktor (#1471) rolls Reaction vs TN 6 for "Poor choice of words.":
2 2 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 7 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Viktor (#1471) rolls Reaction - 1 vs TN 6 for "Poor choice of words. KP 1/12":
1 1 2 3 4 4 5 7 8 10 13 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Rush (#8261) rolls 7 vs TN 2 for "1":
1 1 2 2 2 3 5 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Rush (#8261) rolls 7 vs TN 2 for "2":
1 1 2 2 3 4 5 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Rush (#8261) rolls 7 vs TN 2 for "3":
1 1 1 2 3 4 4 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Rush (#8261) rolls 7 vs TN 2 for "4":
1 1 1 3 4 4 16 = 4 Successes
«Plot» Viktor says, "Holy effing shit."
«Auto-Judge[]» Rush (#8261) rolls 8 + Sorcery Pool: 6 vs TN 5 for "Stunbolt the Elf from hiding":
1 1 1 1 2 2 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 10 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Rush (#8261) rolls 8 + Sorcery Pool: 6 - 4 vs TN 5 for "Stunbolt the Elf from hiding KP:1":
1 2 2 4 4 5 5 5 5 8 = 5 Successes
«Plot» Rush says, " Stand on 9 successes, Viktor roll Willpower to resist TN7 Force 7 Stunbolt."
«Auto-Judge[]» Viktor (#1471) rolls Willpower vs TN 7 for "RESIST!!!":
1 4 5 5 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Viktor (#1471) rolls Willpower - 1 vs TN 7 for "RESIST!!! KP 2/12":
1 1 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Viktor stands with unconsciousness.
«Plot» Rush says, " Viktor Uncon with L physical stun."
«Plot» Rush says, " Second Mage, Stunbolt at Criticalfault."
«Auto-Judge[]» Rush (#8261) rolls 8 + Sorcery Pool: 6 vs TN 5 for "Stunbolt the Decker from hiding.":
1 1 3 3 3 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 5 8 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Rush (#8261) rolls 8 + Sorcery Pool: 6 - 2 vs TN 5 for "Stunbolt the Decker from hiding. KP 1":
1 1 1 2 2 3 3 3 5 5 10 10 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Rush (#8261) rolls 8 + Sorcery Pool: 6 - 6 vs TN 5 for "Stunbolt the Decker from hiding. KP 3":
1 2 2 4 4 5 16 25 = 3 Successes
«Plot» Rush says, " Stand on 9 succ, stunbolt Criticalfault, roll Willpower vs TN8 stunbolt."
«Auto-Judge[]» Criticalfault (#6325) rolls Willpower vs TN 8:
1 1 2 4 4 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Rush says, "Criticalfault Unconscious with Moderate physical wound."
Mr. White sighs and looks down at the table as both of the runners deny his offer to play pool. "Well thats a shame, had you payed you might have fared better." He looks up and the illusion covering his features fades and standing before you is Beauregard Jackson, Lone Star headhunter.
Magical energy lashes out from the area of the bar as the two Lone Star mages concealed there drop their Invisibility foci and fire Stunbolts at the two runners. Viktor is taken full in the back, his body almost turned into a U shape as the bolt strikes home. His scarred face slams into the lamp over the pool table, glass shattering and covering the table in green tinted shrapnel.
The second mage looses his bolt at Criticalfault, the bolt taking the decker full in the side and tossing him through the oriental blinds to slam off the wall of the building and fall into a heap at Jackson's feet.
As you both struggle with the last portions of consciousness you hear, "Jace Laire and Viktor Hunt, you are under arrest for Shadow running, and solicitation of espionage against corporations, I find you both guilty…."
Viktor's gaze just flips back to the living embodiment of the abstract concept of White when a spiritual freight train hits him full on in the chest. Viktor takes a face full of glass. «Better hope I don't get up, Frosty…» he thinks, before mercifully fading into unconsciousness.
Jace is sprawled from the hit, knocking the back of his skull against the apposing pool table. He hits the floor cold out, never knowing what hit him, his lost thoughts hang in his Encephalon, waiting to the proccessed .oO(I wonder if he ever knew…) then fading into oblivion.
«Plot» Rush says, " Ok time passes forward 14 hours. It is 10pm same night."
That truck that hit you, what was the license plate number again? You can taste blood and ozone in your mouth, along with the worst case of cotton mouth you have ever heard of. Eye lids that are more manhole cover than flesh pry themselves open to show you lying against the wall of the pool hall, propped up back to back against each other. The pool hall, or what was the pool hall is now completely empty, not one hint that it even had the tables in it to begin with. The only evidence that what you recall even happened is your presence, the green glass shards in Viktor's face and Critical's body print in the sheetrock above your heads.
Wincing at the pain of conciousness Critical pries an eyelid open. He takes a look around, "What the frag just happend…i feel like i brains are in my stomach." Critical swallows hard, choking back the bile rising. He closes his eyes for a moment, blissful darkness embracing him. His image link popping on, running diagnostics on his headware. Finally he opens his eyes again, "Vik…you okay?" He does his best to turn and look at Viktor, making sure his fellow runner is also in one peice.
….
….
"AAAAAAAAAAAHH CHOOOOOO!!!!!"
Viktor's eyes grate open and the elf struggles to generate some sort of spit, although his mucus glands are still quite functional. The elf groans and mumbles incomprehensibly, struggling to kick start his mind into action. A figure of blinding whiteness coalesces in his mind's eye, flanked by an elf in contrasting black. He clenches his fists at his sides and pushes himself onto all fours. Using the wall to balance him, he wobbles onto two legs.
He hears the other man's voice and he looks to his side. Offering a hand to the mere skeleton of a human being, he helps him stand. "I hate that mojo slinging shit…" Turning away he sneezes, almost falling back onto his ass.
You both notice a small trid that has been plugged into an outlet in the far corner, it comes on at precisely 10pm as you are waking up. Its shows a commercial and then the view changes….
Jace nods and falls back as soon as Vitkor removes his support. He stuggles in his own way, trying to come to a stand. He completes the movement, slow and terribly ascent into pain. He then agrees with Viktor. "Yea…i'm pretty much done with Magic, its not even fair to live this some fucking world sometimes." Jace then looks toward the Trid, "Great…what do they want us to watch and more importantly, where the hell did everyone go?" Jace's entirely face pales almost bone white, as he ever so slowly looks back by the door, hoping to every religion's own god or goddess that his duffel bag is still there.
Viktor breathes heavily, the effort quite exhausting after taking such a powerful spell. "Askin' myself that same question. I thought we were headed fer' Leavenworth fer' sure." Viktor follows Jace's gaze to the trid, "The hell's this?" The elf takes a few steps, getting his legs in, and then moves over to get a closer look at the trid.
« TRID BROADCAST »
Drek Cola! The Metas #1 Cola in the Midwest! If you are gonna drink Cola, drink DREK!
The commercial ends and a voice over announcer says, We now interrupt your usually scheduled programming for this paid announcement.
The screen fades and shows a packed auditorium, every seat in the house filled with a melting pot of Meta and human alike. They are all smiling and clapping, definitely excited about being there. The crowd is all new faces but the message is the same as usual, corporate life is great!
A graphic appears on the screen The Corporate Loyalty Hour, sponsored by Ares Technologies. The screen fades and the Ares Logo appears on the screen before it fades to the MC standing on the stage. You see the same corporate face, Asian, well groomed and dressed in the latest Armani, David Ping.
Ping: Welcome to the Corporate Loyalty Hour, sponsored by Ares Technologies! I am David Ping. Tonight we have a special announcement and our usual visit with Beauregard Jackson to begin the show.
The camera pans to the crowd as they clap politely and smile, showing their excitement over the mysterious announcement. The camera pans back to Ping and he gestures towards the side of the stage.
Ping: Please help me welcome, Sandy Tsung!
The ork from the first broadcast has obviously seen the corporate make up artists and image consultants. Gone is the low rent almost street clothing she was wearing before. It has been replaced with a beautiful Armani pant suit and fresh hair do. Her black hair that had been rather wild and down is now up in a discrete bun held in place by a pair of chop sticks. She walks out onto the stage and smiles, her tusks gleaming white in the lights as opposed to the slightly yellow they were previously.
Sandy: Thank you David, and thank all of you.
Sandy gestures to the crowd and the camera pans there, showing the standing ovation the orks transformation has caused. The camera goes back to the couple on the stage and Ping speaks.
Ping: Tonight we have an announcement and Sandy has graciously taken time from her busy corporate schedule to join us. Sandy the stage is yours.
Sandy: Thank you again David, the wonderful people at the Ares Corporation have graciously set up a fund for the families of those injured in attacks by the criminals known as Shadow runners. This fund will be administered by the people at Ares and they have asked me to act as spokesperson for the fund. The fund has been named the Tsung fund.
Sandy is apparently overcome with emotion as tears start to flow down her cheeks as she announces the name of the fund. She pauses for a moment and David swoops in to gather her in a brotherly embrace for a moment before she smiles and nods to him, wiping the tears on a handkerchief he pulls from his suit pocket.
Sandy: Thank you David, forgive my emotion.
Ping: Well Sandy I think any of us would be just as emotional if not more.
The camera pans to the crowd and shows the nodding heads and not a dry eye in the house.
Ping: Well Sandy will be joining me as co-host from now on, isnt that wonderful?
The crowd cheers and a look of I just won the Miss America Pageant crosses Sandys face as her jaw drops and she puts her hands on each side of her face.
Sandy: I am so honored, thank you David and thank you all!
Sandy gestures to the crowd again, the camera following to see the mad clapping and cheering among those assembled. The crowd quiets and the camera focuses on Sandy and David again.
Ping: And now, we again welcome Mr. Beauregard Jackson of Lone Star!
The crowd claps politely as again the now familiar Mr. Jackson walks out onto the stage, he waves to the crowd as he walks to join Sandy and David on the stage.
Ping: Welcome Mr. Jackson-san, we are honored to have you here again.
Sandy: Yes! It is good to see you again.
Jackson: Thank you for your kind reception and for inviting me once more.
Ping: What do you have for us tonight Jackson-san?
The camera moves across the crowd, showing the crowd in rapt attention before it returns to the stage.
Jackson: Tonight I come to introduce our two newest corporate acquisitions. One is a decker and the other comes to the service sector! Please welcome Jace Laire and Viktor Hunt!
Walking out onto the stage are the two runners known as Viktor and Criticalfault. They are both dressed in their usual clothes you see them in on the streets. They wave to the crowd and smile as they reach the three persons already on the stage.
Jackson: Jace and Viktor have turned themselves in and their contracts have already been purchase by Ares! Isnt that wonderful!
The camera pans to take in the crowd as it begins to chant, Welcome home! Welcome home!
The show fades to commercial with a close up on the two runners as they wave to the audience.
« TRID SCREEN GOES BLACK »
Staring blankly at the Trid, Jace's jaw drops, "Is that….us?!"
"Wh-wh-…" "AHHHH CHOOO!!!" The trid screen is covered with liquid bacteria. Hurriedly, Viktor begins wiping at the screen with his sleeve, his eyes wide and jaw agape. He silently watches in astonishment.
"You gotta be fragging kidding me…they just DESTROYED us…" Jace mutters to himself.
Viktor's almond shaped eyes narrow. He mutters, "This iz madness…" He blinks, trying to wake up from this surreal dream.
You both notice that your right arm feels really heavy and is sore. ((Biotech Tn4 - Int Tn8))
«Auto-Judge[]» Viktor (#1471) rolls Biotech vs TN 4 for "Ouch…":
5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Criticalfault (#6325) rolls Intelligence vs TN 7 for "I saw a doctor on TV…like a bunch of times":
1 2 2 3 3 3 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Rush says, " There is an injection mark on your right arm Viktor. If you check Crit, he has the same."
Shaking out his right arm subconsciously, Viktor watches the trid. Catching himself doing it, he looks at the arm and quickly rolls up his sleeve. A large red mark with a decent sized hole in the middle is present on his deltoid. "Frag me, we've been drugged too," Viktor slams a hand into the trid. "YOU FUCKS! I'M GONNA MOUNT YER FUCKIN ALBINO HEAD ON MY WALL!" Viktor turns away from the trid and channels his rage into kicking the daylights out of a barstool.
«Plot» Rush says, " Ok basicly the run portion of this scene is done. Its all down to RP with you two with me GMing and logging while you decide what you want to do about all of this. Remember for the near future, all of your contacts think you are corp, all of the bars, corp, all of the shadowrunner hangouts, corp, until you clear your name. I trust you both completely to RP accordingly. GO GET YOUR REP BACK!"
«Plot» Viktor laughs, "Mahhhhvellous!"
"Vik…relax, blowing a fucking fuse isnt gonna help us. We need to sit down and think. 1) We need to draw blood…like fucking now, so we know WHAT they drugged us with, for all we know, we have cutters racing to our heart on some AOD command. 2) Cut all ties right now. Anyone we talk too isnt gonna believe us anyway. Everything we own is pretty much burned right now. We need ditch town and get new digs. How much nuyen you got on you?
«Plot» Rush says, "Yes all your stuff is where you left it. (( Computers TN7 to see if someone messed with your deck Crit))"
Critical walks slowly to his duffel and removes it, picking up his deck and looking it over, checking for any new nicks or scratches from sloppy tool handlers.
«Auto-Judge[]» Criticalfault (#6325) rolls Computers vs TN 7 for "Checking out cyberdeck for tampering.":
1 1 1 2 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Criticalfault (#6325) rolls Computers vs TN 7 for "Checking out cyberdeck for tampering. 1/11 KP":
2 3 3 4 9 10 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Rush says, "Oh yeah. They did -something- to it."
Taking in a extremely deep breath, Critical actually _growls_. "They…touched….my DECK!" He does _everything_ in his power not to scream. "Its all fucking worthless now! I gotta recheck this fucking thing from top to bottom…alright cool…cool, freaking out isnt gonna help…"
Critical kneels down and grabs out a small unassuming box from his bag, "Vik, come here. We got some work to do. First, we need new faces." He cracks the seal for the first time, removing what appears to be an incredibly intensive stage makeup kit. "I've only done this once…so it might be shit for all i know…still, its all we got for now."
Viktor keeps Jace at his back, his shoulders slumped somewhat. He takes a deep breath and channels his energy. Just like momma taught him. After completeing a few cycles, he recenters his humours.
Turning back around he processes Jace's questions. Reaching up, he grips a sliver of glass and grits his teeth as he slides it out of his cheek. "Think this'll do?" he sighs and reaches into his shorts, pulling out a credstick and a crumpled up wad of about 26 UCAS dollars. Subconsciously, he backs away from the decker as he begins to wig about his deck. "Cosmetics? We gonna do some fuckin' Peking opera?"
"No. Temporary new faces…i figure we get a car, drive to get our gear. Setup a new hideout and make a plan. Do some digging, what do you say?" Jace starts to go through his kit, hoping he can remember exactly what Haley showed him.
"I'm in." Viktor nods, watching the man work with the kit. "Let's grab a new safehouse ASAP. I got another SIN I kin' use." The elf finds a stool and sit down. He needs to think. The enemy of my enemy is my friend…
Critical begins to go to work, doing _everything_ he can to strain his memory of how this disguise stuff is suppose to look. "Yea, but it wont fit your new face. We need new sins…i got some cred…enough for a REAL dirty one. Not enough for two, but i got a few cash reserves i can tap if i need too…even then its not much though." Jace engages his Encephalon to jog his memory, reanalyzing his job every few seconds.
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«Plot» Gene is doing legwork through contacts following the broadcast to find out about Criticalfault and Viktor's 'defection'.
«Auto-Judge[]» Gene (#9142) rolls Negotiation vs TN 4 (to Rush) for "Ares Saleswoman Julia Moore":
1 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Gene (#9142) rolls Negotiation vs TN 4 (to Rush) for "Fixer and former Corporate Man for Ares, Cunningham":
11 14 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Gene (#9142) rolls Negotiation vs TN 4 (to Rush) for "Ork Warlord 'Grandfather'":
3 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Gene (#9142) rolls Negotiation vs TN 4 (to Rush) for "Clay, Lone Star CSI operations":
1 3 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Gene (#9142) rolls Negotiation vs TN 4 (to Rush) for "Linux, Decker":
4 7 = 2 Successes
Gene pages: What do you know about Viktor and Criticalfault turning themselves in? Why would they do that?
Julia: Mr Laire and Hunt show on our rolls as paid employees now, yes.
Cunningham: If I see those fraggers Im gonna blow their balls off, run off and join a corp on me, and ARES! Gene you gotta tell me where they are!
Grandfather: I do not know but if they come here they die, traitors are not welcome.
Clay: Vik who? Those guys on the trid tonight? If they went corp the better bury themselves for the next 100 years…
Linux: I heard uf Jace, he is wiz hot, I hope he isnt working for Ares, thats the last run I do against them. Never heard of the other guy…man this is freakin ATL all over again!
'.
«Auto-Judge[]» Criticalfault (#6325) rolls Disguise + Task Pool: 1 for "Here we go! Open test! Prepare to be amazed Viktor :P":
2 4
Critical sighs seeing his shoddy craftmenship, "This isn't working…at least not well enough even i can see the fricken seems…how are you at talking to people? I'm damn near worthless off the trix…can you calm down enough to do what we need?"
"Good to go, brother," Viktor has indeed calmed down enough to offer a wan smile. His outrage also seems to have put a hold on his allergies.
Jace nods and reaches back into his bag for his emergency stash, "Look, i only got one, but Haley showed me how to use and by god even I can make this work…So roll with it, its gonna feel like wet pasta for a few then it molds to your face…and for the love of god be CAREFUL with it…it rips JUST like those friggen trids where the spys pull off their face. We dont have another one…" Jace begins to apply the Polymimetic face mask to Viktor, hoping it will do what he needs it too.
«Auto-Judge[]» Criticalfault (#6325) rolls Disguise + Task Pool: 1 for "Open test. +4 from Polymimetic Mask":
4 5
After working the mask more smoothly Jason nods, "Its no Haley, but its gonna beat casual inspection…we gotta make sure its dark…not let to many people get a good glimse…shockily, i knew this day was coming. I got some drek prepared just in case."
«Plot» Rush says, "Gene wants to call you. If he does please include Rush in the pages."
Underneath the mask, Viktor mutters as he feels the noodle like consistency of the mask taking hold of his face. He wants to make a remark out of the sheer discomfort, but restrains himself to try and preserve one of their last few resources. When its on, he squints to try and get a glimpse of what he looks like in the trid reflection.
Taking a knee, Jace begins to work on himself, "So, what do you think? Not bad for try number three…ever?" Jace grins, "I'm so glad i'm paranoid…" He continues his work on himself, checking the mirror every few moments.
«Auto-Judge[]» Criticalfault (#6325) rolls Disguise + Task Pool: 1 for "Now for me!":
1 4
You paged (Gene, Criticalfault, Viktor) with 'Go ahead Gene, how are you contacting them IC? Phone? Carrier pigeon? :)'.
To (Rush, Viktor, Criticalfault), Gene pages: Phone
«Plot» Rush says, " Criticalfault, your phone rings."
To (Rush, Viktor, Criticalfault), Gene pages: *Your phones ring simultaneously, the caller-ID showing Gene's number. The ring-through is an incomprehensible and loud Chromatic Metal 'song'
Viktor grunts, satisfied with the little human's work. "At least it doesn't look much like me anymore."
Jumping while hes applying some foundation, Critical swears, "Thats ruined…" He sighs and flips his cellphone open, "Ares Security, What troubles you?" He mutters in a mocking voice.
From afar, to (Rush, Criticalfault, Gene): Viktor flips open his phone, casting a raised eyebrow to Jace. "Yea? Who's dis?"
«Plot» Rush says, "Both of your cellphone ring tones have been changed to the COPS song, Bad Bad Boys, what ya gonna do…."
To (Rush, Viktor, Criticalfault), Gene pages: Howdy, boys, I saw you on the trid. What the hell d'ya think you're doing? You got a death wish, are you doing some deep-infiltration crap or what?
To (Rush, Viktor, Gene), Criticalfault pages: Its a scam. Someone set us up, their damage is done too…fraggers just ruined us.
«Plot» Rush counts off the trace in his head as they find Gene.
To (Rush, Criticalfault, Gene), Viktor pages: Uh…neither. We jus' got our asses mojo'd ta kingdom fuckin' come. Woke up…and poof! INSTANT FUCKING TRID STARS!!! *Viktor shouts, the rage taking hold again. There's some crashing from the elf's end.*
Viktor has a stool in his hand and has chucked it at a lamp.
To (Rush, Viktor, Gene), Criticalfault pages: Its bad, you better stear clear until we handle it. Still, we didnt turn ourself in. Thats bull drek!
To (Rush, Viktor, Criticalfault), Gene pages: Yeah? My fixer used ta work for Ares and got out. He's about ready to blow your asses off with his shotguns. I wanted to know the truth, and…maybe to help you out a bit. If you need a getaway driver at some point, you better let me know, okay?
You paged (Gene, Criticalfault, Viktor) with 'Please page me perception rolls all of you.'.
Holding his cellphone to his arm, "We better book. This place isnt gonna be safe for long…if people are gunning for us already." Jace sighs and speaks back into the phone, "Yea, sure, we got your number."
«Auto-Judge[]» Criticalfault (#6325) rolls Intelligence for "Perception Test!":
1 2 2 2 3 3 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Viktor (#1471) rolls Intelligence for "Perceive":
1 4 4 5 10 22
«Auto-Judge[]» Criticalfault (#6325) rolls Intelligence for "Perception Test! 2/11 KP":
1 2 2 3 3 3 8 14
To (Rush, Criticalfault, Gene), Viktor pages: *The crashing and shattering and screaming stops. A panting Viktor pants into the phone.* You wanna help, you find me some info on this Beauregard Jackson homo so I can stick that pig.
«Auto-Judge[]» Criticalfault (#6325) rolls Willpower vs TN 6 for "Keep your cool":
3 4 4 7 7 = 2 Successes
To (Rush, Viktor, Gene), Criticalfault pages: Watch your runs G, they go down just like you think they would, then wham. Spread the word.
«Auto-Judge[]» Gene (#9142) rolls Intelligence (to Viktor, Criticalfault, and Rush) for "Perception":
1 2 2 11
You paged (Viktor, Criticalfault, Gene) with 'Ok Gene and Viktor you hear a faint *beep* just after the comment from Viktor about Jackson.'.
To (Rush, Viktor, Criticalfault), Gene pages: I will at that. Good luck, boys…I think I ought to cut this phone call short, though. We might be on a party line.
To (Viktor, Gene, Rush), Criticalfault pages: Ditch the phone and get a new one. They may be on to you. Get magical support too!
Turning over his cellphone, Critical pops the back and then removes the battery. "Kill your phone, could be tracking us with'em." He searches around inside the device for any back up power.
Criticalfault says "Frag it, i'm gonna ditch mine whole sale…."
Dropping his cellphone, Critical slams a heel down on it repeatidly, hey! Now that makes you feel better!
Rifling around in his bag Critical comes across a peice of gear he had up until now totally forgot even buying, no time like the present to learn how to use it too…He pulls the device's antanne up and lets it roll.
"God I hate this spook shit," Viktor jams the power button on the phone. He drops the thing on the ground, ready to crush it with his sneakered foot when he stops. He puts his foot down and picks up the phone. "Yer' a tech wiz, no?" Viktor hucks his phone at Jace, "Ya can check this thing out fer a bug. Sometimes that trackin' shit works two ways, ya dig?"
Viktor puts his hands on his hips and begins pacing. "I need a sec to think, chum." Viktor hops up onto the pool table and sits cross legged. He closes his eyes and slowly, the pool hall slowly vanishes from view. The decker is next followed by the dull throbbing pain in his arm. Soon, all that exists is the soft, glowing energy at the elf's core. His lips curl up into a tranquil smile as his thoughts disappear into oblivion. Viktor forms a hard bridge (fist) and a soft bridge (a claw like hand with his index finger extended toward the ceiling) in front of him. Viktor opens himself to inaction.
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