GM: Knox
Players: Flint, Shoeshine Boy, Chaz, Fixer, Selene
Synopsis: A few runners have scored tickets to the Denver Museum of Modern Art's opening of a new installation titled "Si Tu Deck" by avant garde and cult cyber-artist 'BLANKSY'. Prologue to an upcoming plot.
Date: July 21st 2071
Plot Room #2
[Announcements] Knox says, "Attention! For the shadowrunner with high brow tastes: Your fixer/whomever has provided exclusive tickets to a private opening of the newest installation by cyberartist BLANKSY, a one hour soiree with light finger food at The Denver Museum of Art. Plot Room2 if interested."
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The Denver Museum of Art is a smaller museum: 4 stories of black tinted glass shaped like a large 3-D square with the bottom half carved out providing an overhang.
Inside the lobby is bright and secure with several armored security guards carrying stun batons and pistols. The guards check for proper ID attached to the tickets required upon entrance. Tall white walls surround you creating a curving circular pathway with billowing purple curtains stretched between the walls as a temporary roof. The champagne and hor’ dourvess are provided by Findley's catering, a local Elven owned company. The good looking waiters and waitresses provide complimentary champagne in fluted glasses. A few dozen photographs are installed on the walls; they look like X-Ray photographs with paper Mache molded on top. Hard to read coding in 1's and 0's is written across each "picture". The pictures are fairly disturbing:
An X-Ray of what appears to be a child, it's head of bone in stark contrast to it's cyber zombie body. Another X-ray photo of a frail elderly troll suffering from some kind of bone density issue. The holes in the bones have been plugged with wet looking paper Mache and broken glass. More disturbing or unsettling pictures appear: X-rays of animals with mage masks, etc.
The last picture is somewhat beautiful; it appears to be a full color photograph of the inside of a man’s head mid-brain surgery. Inside the cranium appears to be a C2 deck made of…..possibly bone, golden wires, 20th century silicon chips, and modern cyber deck parts. It's…..quite beautiful in it's medical charm.
Jorge Rincon: A tall good looking Hispanic male, possibly Cuban. Dusky tan skin, jet black hair combed straight back, deep brown eyes. He wears tres chic clothing in blue and black and walks with a slight limp. The man speaks with a clean and neat English accent, no "Hey mang how youse doin'" from this guy. He walks about making sure everyone is comfortable and answering any questions about the artwork.
Shoeshine Boy has arrived.
Announcement: Elphaba shouts "Craving excitement? Or at the very least a touch of high society? The beginning of a new plot arc? PR2 is the place to be. Don't delay, @tel #934 today!"
Selene has arrived.
Flint has arrived.
Mojo has left.
Shoeshine Boy apparently is too young to know the meaning of 'fashionably late.' He shows up the moment it opens, and his fine clothing is dapper and recently dressed; his shaven-smooth head burnished - maybe even head waxed. And his wide, innocent eyes take everything in, peering to and fro, pondering symbolism, flitting to the next detail. His lips purse in thought, when he's not assaulting the proffered snacks. (And no, he doesn't have his shoe shining kit with him.)
A number of nice cars, town car taxis, and even one Helo arrive in the back of the Denver Art parking lot. The sun is fading into the evening, and it's hot and sticky. The A/C in the museum is a nice change of pace. Secguards pass out brochures of the installation and check for tickets.
Flint apparently had a hidden nice suit somewhere that he managed to pull out for the event. He shows up because its good to meet people at these places, never know what you might run into by random chance. If not, well, perhaps he is actually casing the joint for future thiefs! Ahhh, the mind of criminals. The free snacks don't hurt either.
Fixer dropped Vehicles.
«Plot» Jorge Rincon says, " Open rolls for any art or media related know skill. I'll take Denver Secrets as well."
Selene, some minutes later, is helped out of a beautiful Ferrari by the world's most average man - at least he's a well dressed average man. She steps out with a warm smile to her date, and once thier ticket and ID have been thorougly checked by the door folks, glides into the festivities like any good high society lady.
«Auto-Judge[]» Fixer (#1804) rolls Japanese Culture: 1 2 4 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Poetry: 1 1 5 5 5 9
«Auto-Judge[]» Flint (#11485) rolls Wanted Criminals for "Must be some con men milking the rich tonight, or well known cat burglers! Or…well nothing, I just wanted to roll too!": 1 2
«Auto-Judge[]» Selene (#609) rolls Shadowscene Players for "hey, maybe some infamous folks around…": 4 5 9
«Auto-Judge[]» Selene (#609) rolls Corporate Rumors for "and some corp types?": 3
Fixer does, in fact, help Selene out and gets to use those High Society social skills for once. His car was covered with an inch layer of dust just hours earlier, before he pulled it out of garage. Not a big lover of tree huggers, but Selene is surely an exception. He pays the valet parking and leaves the key in the car. He too will be sporting a silver and jade decorated gun cane (the gun part is secret and also, not loaded) as well as tres chick silver gloves and silver snowflake pin. The Silver Hand is back in business. The human will be the best entertainment that Selene may ask for, or he will try to be so.
«Plot» MrLogBot says, "Shoes, Nada. Flint I'll page your result, Selene too."
«Auto-Judge[]» Flint (#11485) rolls Shadowscene Players for "Just in case, too!": 8 14
You paged (Selene, Flint) with 'Word is BLANKY's a no show for this. Allegedly the artist was a decker working with the Free Miami Movement. Legend is BLANKY's survived Black IC brain death several times without losing his mind.'.
Shoeshine Boy does not see anyone from the poetry scene, local or national, that he would ordinarily spot at Melodrama. But maybe he's just oblivious. It's quite likely. He's not here to see people and be seen by other people; he is here to look at the artwork. If there is a recorded tour, he might well be doing that. (One gets the idea that he isn't totally down with the real purpose of these socialite gatherings. Give him time.)
You paged Selene with 'Looks like Retomoto is sponsoring this shin dig. Retomot's some Entertainment Company….right?'.
You paged Flint with 'The artist BLANKSY is currently wanted for federal criminal fraud charges in the CAS state of Florida.'.
Flint is unarmed tonight; except for the shock gloves he has pocketed away, and has permits for. He wanders through the crowds, observing the the artists work, and snacking on the fine foods and drink for the evening.
Shoeshine Boy, like Daniel Rand, is a living weapon. He appears to be taking notes now, with a wire from datajack to pocsec. Perhaps he is a critic or blogger of some sort?
Selene is rarely 'armed', doesn't need to be.
Jorge Rincon walks quickly back and forth speaking with mid-level looking execs, the Intelligentsia of Denver, and artists (both wannabes and legit). He loudly speaks into a wrist phone, "I don't care get him past customs if that's the case. He's supposed to be here damn it! Pinche puto." Smiling blandly, he bumps into Selene, "Oh, please excuse me." He gracefully grabs and hands Selene a glass of champagne.
Selene smiles and takes a sip of the champagne, "Thank you." she murmurs to him, "got another for my friend?"
Fixer follows the conversation with Selene, shrugging. He feels slightly like a fist out of water. Also 10 hours on the computer did not help today. Oh, did I say today, I meant for last 2 months and for one more month. It's too much, it's getting hard to walk in real life and easier to think of everything in Matrix terms.
Fixer could use a drink. Or a bump….
Chaz has arrived.
Jorge Rincon smiles apologetically to Fixer, "Certainly, drinks are complimentary of Findley's Catering." the man hands Fixer a glass as well. "So, are you a comp ticket of a foreign dignitary or a an excited fan of BLANKSY?"
Selene answers for them both, "Oh, huge fan of BLANKY's work. Where is he this evening? I heard he was going to be here, and I was so excited to meet the man behind this incredible work."
Flint floats through the crowd, not drawing a whole lot of attention due to the fact he is an ork. He just moves about, listening to conversations when he can, though he does have some device in his ear, a comm unit or something like that maybe.
Jorge Rincon wipes at sweat from his brow, "Oh oh, well he's running a bit late." The good looking man(see desc) offers a hand to shake, "Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Jorge Rincon, I'm BLANKY's agent and legal counsel."
«Plot» Jorge Rincon says, "Flint perception roll, open please"
«Auto-Judge[]» Flint (#11485) rolls Intelligence for "Aha! My common sense is tingling!": 3 4 4 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Flint (#11485) rolls Intelligence for "Aha! My common sense is tingling! KP:1": 3 3 5 5 5
«Plot» Flint stands, ohh well
Chaz walks into the display area, past the ID check with his ticket. He pauses to adjust his suit as he takes in the display and the crowd, taking a deep breath as he does.
You paged Flint with 'You hear muffled banging outside, hard to place in the large airy museum. Sounds like a group of people yelling but maybe from outside?'.
Selene shakes the mans hand and introduces herself, "Selene Gallio, a pleasure to make your aqaintance." She nods towards the display, "Are any of these works for sale? or is these reserved strictly for gallery display?"
«Plot» Jorge Rincon says, "Chaz open roll any Art/Media/Corp knows kill, if you like"
Flint moves around casually, maybe near a window so he can get a glance outside at the Denver night. Or perhaps he is looking for something or other, who knows.
«OOC» Chaz hmms. "Really only have Corporate Rumors or Megacorp Policies."
A security guard moves towards Flint as he starts peering out a window covered with purple drapes. "Sir. I'll need you to head abck to the main installation path, this is a secure area not paid for. Thank you." The tall man seems bored and his response is routine sounding.
«Auto-Judge[]» Jorge Rincon (#4448) rolls 5 for "Shadow Scene Players, has Jorge heard Selene's name in the biz?": 2 2 2 3 11
«Plot» Jorge Rincon says, "Rumors will do Chaz, sure"
«Auto-Judge[]» Chaz (#4325) rolls Corporate Rumors: 2 4
Fixer kind of gawks at the painting which Selene pointed out earlier, ignoring the conversation for the minute and trying to figure out the "art". He lets the big girl handle herself while he decides whether this makes him feel good, or makes him want to kill himself.
You paged Chaz with 'You heard that this art event was being sponsored by Retomoto, an entertainment corp. based in the Carrib League.'.
A fresh crowd of stuffy looking socialites enter the installation, behind them as the door closes the sounds of people protesting something flits in, if only for a moment. The socialites scatter around the pictures, mostly ignoring them and instead flirting with the corp. execs.
Flint nods to the security guard. "Sure, sure, just thought I heard something….do you hear something?"
The security guard looks over his shoulder, then back to Flint. "We're having some local riff raff outside making noise, nothing to worry about it sir."
Chaz walks further into the area, mmming slightly. "Well," he says to himself, "This is definitely different." He taps a button on his shades, activating the microscopic vision as he tries to get a better look at the coding written on the picture in front of him.
Flint frowns slightly, appearing confused. "Why would they be protesting an artist? Do you know what they want?"
Selene cranes her neck to glance towards Flint and the security guard, then turns her attention back to Jorge, awaiting his reply, even as she gives Fixer's arm a little squeeze of understanding regarding 'socialite' functions.
Shoeshine Boy is deep in 'art haze.' So far the work is a fairly obvious commentary on modern society, computerization, the melding of man and machine, nothing anyone hasn't seen a dozen times. Yes, it's always what you bring to the method that's important, and craft is powerful. It's always good to see craft - work that will last physically, that meets technical standards. So many artists neglect that. But now the time is come to seek the second layer. What are the messages behind the message? Where is the depth?
Jorge Rincon nods slowly tosomething Selen wrote, "……..ohhh my. Well, these aren't the originals for sale. I mean-", he clears his throat, "We have the originals for sale…..which consist of the actual items photographed. You see BLANKYs believes we live in a world where the photograph of jungian dieties, children, animals etc is more important than the damage done to the subjects. These are for display for the museum…..I'd have to talk to his business management, but his last commisioned piece sold at 250,000 =Y=."
You paged Chaz with 'Computer or Computer B/R, open roll'.
«Auto-Judge[]» Chaz (#4325) rolls Computers + Task Pool: 1: 1 3 3 4 8 9
Shoeshine Boy is turned off when he hears that some of these aren't originals. What's the point of having a showing if you aren't showing originals? Pictures on walls that make up the dressing, that's one thing, those are pictures for ambiance. But sculptures?
You paged Chaz with 'A rough translation: "Art is Dirt. Off On. Miami is Dirt."'.
Selene nods politely and doesn't blink at the price tag, "Well.. perhaps you can give me your number, and I'll have my buyer's agent contact you next week. The object would be for a gift anyway."
Fixer turns and gives Selene a half honest smile. Half forced, but the other half honest. He turns to the two having conversation and joins in, well, rather becomes alert. He is tempted to comment some "high-class" thing about 1/4 mil prices, like it's his pocket change, but holds out, not willing to get in a discussion about that much money.
Jorge Rincon nods, "Certainly. Though you'll need to check the legal ramifications of owning a modified dead body." He smiles.
Flint finally departs from the security guard, and makes his way back among the crowds. He pulls out his pocsec, scanning for any information on BLANKSY, the protest, or what those binary numbers on his photos might mean.
Chaz mmms and shakes his head as he regards the piece of art. He then taps his glasses again, moving towards the servers to get a drink. "Interesting display, definitely a unique expression from the artist," he says to himself, sipping from his drink.
Selene shrugs, "those matters can generally be worked through, wtih the proper papers and forms."
The security guard nods towards the paintings: "Sicko has a dead baby photographed with microcircuits. I hear that's the dude's actual brain."
Jorge Rincon takes out his pocsec and turns it to show Selene the number.
A waitress nudges Shoeshine, "I think what he's doing is /amazing/. He donates all his money to La Causa."
CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!
Several large metallic crosses fly through the floor length windows in the lobby setting off a security alarm. A few startled shouts mixed with the sound of protesters, three of them. A half dozen women in white clothes pour fake blood on themselves. "Murderer! Abomination!" they start chanting.
Selene is just about to check the number on Jorge's pocsec, when the pandemonium gets underway. She swears softly under her breath and turns to her date, "I swear… I never can just have a quiet evening out… "
Shoeshine Boy immediately moves to shield the waitress with his body from incoming glass, blood, women in white. His wide eyes take in a variety of angles. yet he can still calmly ask her, even as he edges her away (and reaches up a hand to steady his hors d'oeuvers), "How wonderful. I was more focused on the artwork.. what is 'La causa'?"
«OOC» Fixer says, "Excuse me guy, my battery is dying and dinner time anyways. Selene and I will have to bow out mid-play for RL reasons. Noms to all, thanks for RP and again, sorry for any inconvenience."
Vehicles has left.
Flint shakes his head at the scene, but doesn't seem to suprirsed at the incident. He glances around, looking for anything of interest in the chaos. He is idly tempted to try to pickpocket one of the upper crust during this calamety, but decides against it.
Fixer goes home.
Fixer has left.
«OOC» Selene says, "thanks for the RP guys, it's been a while ;)"
Selene has disconnected.
«Plot» Jorge Rincon says, "Sure Shoe, intelligence roll please"
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Intelligence for "Many awesome senses": 4 5 5 5
«Plot» Jorge Rincon says, "Same for Flint"
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Intelligence for "Many awesome senses KP 1": 1 2 4 10 17
«Auto-Judge[]» Flint (#11485) rolls Intelligence for "Something is amiss!": 1 2 2 4 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Flint (#11485) rolls Intelligence for "Something is amiss! KP:2": 1 1 3 3 5
«Plot» Jorge Rincon says, "Chaz, if you like"
«Plot» Jorge Rincon says, "Intell as well"
«Auto-Judge[]» Chaz (#4325) rolls Intelligence: 2 3 3 3 3 4 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Chaz (#4325) rolls Intelligence for "KP 1": 1 1 2 2 3 5 9 10
You paged Flint with 'You spot a hooded figure somehow sneak past the commotion and into the back area of the installation'.
As the crashing happens, the alarm going off, and the protestors, Chaz just shakes his head. "Never knew this was a performance piece," he mutters as he moves back.
You paged Shoeshine Boy with 'You spot a hooded figure somehow sneak past the commotion and into the back area of the installation.'.
You paged Chaz with 'You spot a hooded figure somehow sneak past the commotion and into the back area of the installation'.
Shoeshine Boy pages: behind the curtain or a different place?
You paged Shoeshine Boy with 'behind the curtain'.
Flint shakes his head, reaching into his pocket for his trusty gloves, and slipping them on as he starts to move his way towards the back area of the installation. Trying to be discreet about it himself, avoding anything that might delay him.
Shoeshine Boy says, "Pardon," to the waitress and makes a break. Moving quick, gliding, underneath people's view. If the security spot him slipping behind the curtain, he'll beckon to them, maybe even slip them in there with him.
The waitress drops her drinks form the commotion, she faints to the floor before explaining "La Causa" to Shoeshine.
Selene and Fixer make a mad dash for a fire exit, spinning Jorge Rincon in his place, and they quickly leave.
The smell of ozone tinges the air as several security guards fire tasers at the protesters.
Two security guards slowly jog towards the back of the installation and under the curtains.
Jorge Rincon looks all around, "This is a fucking fiasco! The Denver rep for Novatech is supposed to be coming here. Clean this up, get these nut jobs out of here. That's it!", he checks a nice wrist watch, "Party's over he hasn't shown."
Chaz sees the man move behind the installation, and then the others moving to the back, and then the scene up front. He purses his lips and then moves towards the back, though his attention remains focused on the protestors, watching their treatment.
«Plot» Jorge Rincon says, "Stealth rolls all for sneaking back there and not getting postted please"
«Auto-Judge[]» Flint (#11485) rolls Stealth for "Sneaking into the back!": 2 2 4 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Flint (#11485) rolls Stealth for "Sneaking into the back! KP:3 DAmnit!!!": 1 4 5 17
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Stealth: 1 1 4 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Stealth for "kp2": 1 1 2 10 17
«Auto-Judge[]» Chaz (#4325) rolls Stealth: 1 3 3 3 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Chaz (#4325) rolls Stealth for "KP 2": 2 3 4 5 9
«Plot» Jorge Rincon says, "KP addicts the lot of you!"
The three of you spot, briefly, an asexual looking human: Incredibly thin, pale, and with long dyed blue hair. Quick changing into a "Death" black robe and rope belt. The person turns and drops it's jaw, "Hey get the fuck out of here man." The person si flanked by two security guards, seemingly bored. They motion with their hands to leave this little hidden area.
Shoeshine Boy pages: Are they the same security guards as were outside? Or are they totally new?
You paged Shoeshine Boy with 'totally new but same uniform'.
Flint chuckles faintly and nods. "I assume you are BLANKSY, and the white robed folks are part of your…..display…..nice media work, really ups the price on your artwork." He starts to turn to head out, apparently having caught part of the show.
Shoeshine Boy comes in with his hands in an upraised position, about chest level, in plain view. He carefully looks over the two security guards, as well as the items in this room - if this room is blank, things are as Flint states. If they are not, well, maybe this is a robbery. "As for me, I'd like to see some identification. I didn't spot your guards outside." He fades back to the curtain, keeping an eye on them, and sees if he can make a 'long' arm (hah) out the edge of the curtain to grab a security guard that he's seen there the entire time to come take a look. If he can, he'll ask the 'more-authentic' security guard, "They with you?"
Shoeshine Boy also asides, "The staging of 'Jesus Christ Superstar' uses a similar trick, by the by."
Chaz smirks and nods. "Any press is good press," he mutters slightly, though he waits as Shoeshine makes his address, in case this is more than meets the eye. He watches the two guards and the man getting dressed up, waiting to see their actions.
"BLANKSY" continues to get dressed. Said long arm gets grabbed by a muscular arm from the other side of the curtain, "Yea. And you're not supposed to be back here you nosy little runt. Leave immediately, last warning. They're called comm's, look into it." Jorge has suddenly appeared, he blanches at the fragfest here. "None of you are supposed to be here." He motions to "BLANKSY", "Hurry the hell up he's still at customs."
Flint grins faintly, ahh, a fake blanksy, well, good enough. He looks to Jorge "So, how are you handling the charges in Florida anyhow? Is that part of the holdup?" He will step outside the curtain if a guard gets close.
Shoeshine Boy comes along with a smile. Dwarves have a natural stability bonus when it comes to being pulled by security guards. "Thanks for confirming," he murmurs to the guard, perfectly polite as if the man was just as gentlemanly to him. "I don't believe that BLANKSY intended us to passively view his installation, and so I was required to investigate. How else could I reach the hidden layers of the piece?" He goes back to the 'fainted' waitress, whom he imagines is probably a plant, and goes about trying to revive her.
Chaz just shakes his head slightly to himself as he views the scene, moving towards the curtain. As he moves, he turns up his hearing, filtering out as much of the noise as he can to try and keep listening to the conversation.
Jorge Rincon glares at Flint. The man or woman assumed to be BLANKY makes a grandiose entrance from behind the curtains in front of half a doezen art critics, the tasered women remain where they are on the floor. Bloggers and a News62 cameraman starting taking pics/videos. The guards and Jorge discreetly pull Flint, Shoe, and Chaz, away from the commotion. Jorge spits acid to Flint, "Maybe we can talk later." (hold for final wrap up pose)
An odd mix of Bachata and Techno music blares from unseen speakers. "ART!" the voice is covered up with a voicer mask modulating it into the sound of a mosquito. "IS DIRT!! MIAMI IS DIRT! ON OFF MIAMI!"
Scattered applause, mostly confusion. BLANKSY walks through the lobby and leaves through the front door. The arty looking types swamp Jorge, News62 peppers him with questions, leaving the three shadowrunners in the free and clear.
Shoeshine Boy pauses.
Shoeshine Boy all-righties.
Shoeshine Boy checks up on Polly, aka, the waitress. If she is well, all is well. Nothing to see here. Move along. These aren't the dwarves you're looking for.
Chaz just shakes his head again and sighs. "Always seems its the eccentric people that are famous," he mutters and then decides to rejoin the crowd in this atmosphere, watching the scene.
The waitress is gone, the glass ahs been cleaned up and the tasered protesters, or possibly actors, remain in their places. Jorge Rincon is spotted fielding questions from interested parties, socialites flirt, corp execs gawk at the photographs. High Art.
END SCENE.
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