GM: Flint
Players: Vollo, Dorian, Mr.Terrific, Bunnie
Synopsis: Team is hired to plant dataline taps in a Marketing Firm. They get the recon and legwork done!
Date: 14 June, 2071
«OOC» Flint says, "Ok, please join PR5 for all OOC chatter. It keeps my logs cleaner. I also need consent, dont worry, I wont kill you unless you just start acting stupid or something. You'll get plenty of warning signs saying Danger!."
«Plot» Vollo says, "I consent"
«Plot» Dorian says, "I consent to die horrible death and be the one to backstab everyone and sneak away with the loot."
«OOC» Flint says, "Consent Bunnie?"
«OOC» Bunnie says, "I consent! I haz cheezburger!"
«OOC» Flint says, "Plot channel please"
«OOC» Vollo says, "Use = sign for plot chann"
Mr.Terrific has arrived.
«OOC» Mr.Terrific joineth!
«OOC» Flint says, "Ok, please join PR5 for all OOC chatter. It keeps my logs cleaner. I also need consent, dont worry, I wont kill you unless you just start acting stupid or something. You'll get plenty of warning signs saying Danger!."
«Plot» Bunnie says, "consents. And Haz Cheezburger"
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Consent is given."
«OOC» Bunnie forgets how.
Word gets out to you through your various sources that a nice break and enter job is in the works. You are to meet the Jay, an ork in a harley jacket at the conference room 1 of Chrome. Time is not vital on this one, so don't worry about coming prepared. The meet is for 8pm tonight. That gives you 4 hours to get ready.
4 Hours? Hah! Dorian tosses the pocsec back over to Malena before resuming his swim in the Cottonwoods pool. He's got a lot of time to kill, so he'll just chill and enjoy the evening for a bit longer. When time is more of the essence, he'll make his way back to his room, don the usual suit, prepare the usual bag and be off to the parking lot to take off for the meet with the Tusker.
Mr.Terrific comes about as prepared as he would for most other meets, being a finger-twiddler and all. And it's Chrome, so it's pretty well protected. Still, he does the full-around scoping to look for black surveillance vans and machinegun drones and just plain spies and layers-in-wait on his way in. Four hours isn't enough to lay more elementals on the table, so there it is.
«Plot» Flint says, "Roll perception to spot anything out of the ordinary"
«Auto-Judge[]» Bunnie (#659) rolls Intelligence:
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Vollo knows Chrome so he'll show a little early and sit at the bar. He's got the van packed with gear and parked in the parking garage. Most necessities are on him. He watches the door to the conference room for a while.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Intelligence for "Vision Mag 3, Low-Light, Thermo, Hearing Amp, Select Sound Filter 2.":
1 2 2 3 4 4 5 9
Bunnie saunters into Chrome, seemingly comfortable in the place. She moves directly towards the meet room.
«Auto-Judge[]» Vollo (#6013) rolls Intelligence for "Anything odd? Has low light and vision mag 3 on shades.":
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«OOC» Vollo says, "Correction table with barbot instead of bar."
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Intelligence for "Real and astral":
1 2 4 4 4 11
Dorian lingers his gaze a few seconds on a certain group of patrons, while giving the rest the usual once-over. Seems like it's Tusker's night out. He lights himself a cancer stick at the entrance of the club before making his way within and pocketing his hands while casually making his way towards and into the conference room.
Flint is seated comfortably in the conference room, in fact, his boots are up on the table and he is leaning back in his chair. He waves at the people that show up, pointing to seats. "Come in, settle down, relax, we ain't in no hurry here."
Mr.Terrific mm mms. Orks in leather showing the colors. It's eye candy day for Mr. Terrific. But, mustn't get distracted. (And must resist urge to snap pocsec pictures. He'll get all the video he wants from Chrome's security cameras later, though it may cost him a pretty penny.) He heads along in, salutes, turns a chair around and settles down.
Vollo will watch a few people go in and if it doesn't look like a trap he follows into the conference room and takes a seat. He moves smoothly, fingers tapping on his pantlegs to give them something to do.
Dorian nudges a chair out with his foot before stepping up and letting himself crumble down into the seat. He spares a nod to some in the room, namely T and Flint before he mimics the ork and leans back in his chair in order to kick his feet up on the table and make himself comfortable.
Bunnie settles quietly in a seat, and doesn't say a word. She's settled down in a chair near flint, and waits attentively.
Flint nods as everyone settles down. "Alright, well folks, its pretty simple actually. They billed it as a break and enter job, but I suppose if your really good at schmoozing you might get that to work too. Got an office building somewhere in denver that needs three dataline taps placed in it. The less noticed you are, the more you get paid. No killing at all, client doesn't want it, I don't want it. You get in this building, you place the three taps in three seperate locations, and your good for thirty each. Ten kay per tap. If you cause a major alarm, then you lose ten kay, cause that means someones going to find some of those taps. I got a decker lined up to hit the building and disable the cameras during your operation, so I'll need a vague estimate of when your going inside to coordinate with him. You got one week to get this done, and I'll be handling your payout here after you call me with a mission complete. Any questions?"
"Yeah, what office. What do they do, meddle in, who are they tied with." Dorian starts off the festivity.
Flint grins "Details come after you agree to the terms setup so far. I'll tell you its in a sector B zone, medium level security at the building since its more of an office rather than a research lab or anything."
"Depending on who they're tied with might actually make me refuse this." Dorian adds.
Vollo remains quiet initially, waiting for others to lead in with questions. His fingers tap out patterns on his jeans.
Mr.Terrific mms to himself. No cameras means he won't have to dork with continuous invisibility. Or maybe he still will. "That seems good enough for me so far." His assumption is that he'll be doing astral defense and so forth.
Bunnie says "I have some skills at sneaking and a bit on electronic locks. But it's not my focus. I am willing to work with this, and seems a fair price. We need matrix watch for this. Do we have it?""
Flint nods to Dorian, and then Bunnie. "Alright, well, like I said, I got a decker on line to take out the cameras, probably keep the panicbutton off and alarms to a minimum. As far as who they are affiliated with." he looks to Dorian. "They are part of a Marketing Firm for Denver, they do research and all that kind of stuff for the locals in the area. Companies that aren't big enough to have thier own marketing divisions. Its not in the megas or even close."
"In that case, sure. Why not. Could use some extra pocket change." The scarfaced elf drags his cigarette and ashes it on the floor before leaning back in his chair and waiting for further instructions. "So if we have someone taking care of cameras and panic buttons, what's the security we gotta keep an eye out for?"
Vollo nods to himself. "I'm in so far." His voice is quiet and relaxed. "I have some skills in the schmoozing department and with stealth. What sort of security…?"
Mr.Terrific is just listening. He'd expect a B area to have astral scout paths - or maybe not.
Flint reaches into a pocket, and pulls out some chips, laying them on the table after he puts his feet back on the ground. "Here ya go. 2492 Fairwinds Parkway. Name of the company is Mastin Marketing. Now, for security." He gestures to the chips. "They got guards, one for each floor, with about four on the ground floor and two on the grounds. Most of their security seems tied into cameras, they see something, the guards move in on it, the floor guards are backup in case something gets past the cameras. They all have decient communications gear, and are trained fairly well. They have two mages on duty at all time, random astral sweeps of the building along with watchers patrolling for any magical phenomenon."
Bunnie says "Rubber bullets and the like all right? Can we put the guards down non-violent?"
"And the taps? I hope you're providing them." Dorian adds.
Mr.Terrific wowsers. Two mages on duty plus watchers. Well, everyone does say that Denver is magic-heavy. "I hate to be the downer man, but two mages on duty plus watcher spirits is pretty heavy stuff if we expect to be nondetectable."
Bunnie says "No ones expects the janitors staff."
Mr.Terrific grins. "I didn't say impossible, just heavy. Heavy for thirty key on a perfect run."
Flint digs around in another pocket and pulls out three taps, laying them on the table. "Rubber bullets are fine, but if you take down a guard, your on a timer, cause they do routine check ins. The mages are on duty yes, and thats probably your biggest threat honestly. I'm sure you'll figure out a way to keep them busy though."
Vollo purses his lips. "Distractions for the mages perhaps. Others going in and planting the taps. Janitor uniforms are an interesting idea. Did a job like this where we posed as outserviced maintenence workers."
Flint looks to Mr.t "I did some research on this actually, thats how I got the security notes. What I can tell you is the watchers are looking for magical things. People don't bother them unless your all glowy with magic."
"We got a week to plan this, keep your panties out of a knot. Let's do some scouting first, maybe." Dorian takes one of the chips and slots it into his pocsec to look over the details.
Mr.Terrific says, "That's very good to know," with an inclination of his head. "I don't suppose you also know the names of the mages on various shifts already; or are they outsourced?"
Flint shakes his head "I got a copy of thier SOP, but no idea who anyone is. I am pretty sure they are hired directly by the company, marketing data can be valuable, hence why you folks are being paid."
«Security System» Permission denied.
Vollo nods to Dorian, "Scouting sounds good. Sometimes you get a good feel for which way the wind blows." He looks at the Johnson and smiles a little. "The price is nice too, just gonna have to keep from killing anyone. That'll be the trick for me."
Bunnie says "Not that difficult, but keeping the man off your back while B and E? We needs a cover taht makes sense, something that's in their system as routine. We do taht, they's not even know wee be dere."
Mr.Terrific thinks the fun is getting going. "I like scouting too, but I still think that thirty is low. I'm not asking for much more, but I am asking for something to sweeten the pot. Call it a tip if we pull off the hat trick."
Flint nods slowly at Mr.T "Alright, I can tell your a bit worried about the situation, so lets see if I can't motivate you. I'll knock off the detection penalty. You plant all three, you get 30 kay, even if you set off some warning bells."
Mr.Terrific tilts his head, looks about the table, and says, "I am pleased."
Vollo nods to Terrific, hands going into his pockets to keep from figiting. He looks back at the Johnson and then at the others, "Well so,,,what is next?" He's a young elf and not all that patient since the chips have been laid on the table.
Flint shrugs "You folks all do your planning thing, my numbers on that chip. You tell me when you need the cameras down, give me a time frame, and I get the decker to do it. Simple as that."
Mr.Terrific says, "It's already been said, but now we surveil and we take stock of our capabilities. For example. If I have someone unconscious, I can wipe their memories pretty easily. But if they are awake, it's much harder. I can't disguise anyone, though. If someone here had good disguise abilities, we could follow those two wizards home, knock them out, keep them down at a location of our choosing, go in as them, do the deed, and then return them with memories of their previous day."
Bunnie says "Bedda if we just go in when dey expects us. We's got da list of da cleanins and da maint'nance folk dat's 'spected in da plex regular? We's can knocks some a dems outs, and take dere place. Da 'trixrida could den put da works orda ins da 'trix, and we's golden. No muss, no fuss."
"You have a hard on for cleaning people. Anyways. I'm gonna go finish the night somewhere else, tomorrow I'm gonna scope out the place." Dorian stands up and pockets his pocsec along with one of the chips before straightening out his tie.
Mr.Terrific nods to this. "Commlinks?" he says putting out his encrypted channel and setting forth his contact information.
The night one elf stands and stretches. "Sounds good. I hate planning in front of the Johnson anyway." He nods to having a comm.
Bunnie says "Da orks don't much fit wit da Marketin' Exex."
«OOC» Bunnie says, "so we're not running tonite, then?"
The night one elf stands and stretches. "Sounds good. I hate planning in front of the Johnson anyway." He nods to having a comm. He slides a chip into his hand and looks at the others. "How about we meet at the address about noon, see what the lunch hour looks like around the place." (repose)
«Game» Backup to offline storage commencing. Game may freeze for a bit…
Dorian says "And don't come dressed like a fucking idiot."
The scarfaced elf nods to the Night One and T about the comms and meeting point before stepping out of the room, time to go do a bit of BBQ back home and enjoy the rest of the night.
Vollo trades info and heads out as well.
Mr.Terrific could, for example, go home and summon a bunch of elementals. He has the time. But it's really not required here. He goes home and punches up normal data on the company and stuff like that, and gets some good rest for the morrow.
Bunnie nods. "anyones got da rides to get dere? I's not got da wheels ta makes it. Not, er, upscale"
Mr.Terrific says, "Strangely enough, I just picked up some wheels. You're welcome."
Vollo waits in the bar for a bit and watches the crowd after leaving the room. He's the paranoid type and meets sometimes get flagged. He'll blow about an hour before going to the parking garage to his van.
Flint waves bye to everyone, putting his feet back up on the table and grabbing a beer he had stashed nearby, he frowns as its gotton warm.
Bunnie nods, and stands moving over to Terrific. "Terrific!" she says, ironically enough. "I's gots da eyeballz, Mk 1, and 'tink maybe I's use my scope. She's full passive, so's not to trick out da securitas.
Mr.Terrific says, "That's what we're looking for."
«Auto-Judge[]» Vollo (#6013) rolls Intelligence for "Making certain its not a trap":
2 2 3 3 4 7 11 11
To (Vollo, Frostlog), Flint pages: There appears to be plenty of orks in the crowd tonight, all of them wearing the colors of a go gang.
Vollo assumes that he's spotted the Johnson's back up. Orks really aren't his forte so he'll amble on back to the hideout for a while to think and then sleep. In the morning he stuff the secind van full of needed gear and heads toward the address. He'll place contact calls telling the group that he's posting up a little early about half a block from the building.
«Auto-Judge[]» Bunnie (#659) rolls Intelligence for "Of course it's a trap!":
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«OOC» Vollo says, "stuffs the second* fricken typoes."
Who's posted up by Vollo's van soon after? Why it's Dorian, in his jaguar. A nice neighborhood like this allows him to bring out the sweet ride, plus if they need to pose as some fancy client, this ought to be kick it up a notch. He's enjoying a soybacon soycheeseburger from Burger Queen, along with a large fizzycoke, the cornerstone of every good breakfast.
To (Bunnie, Frostlog), Flint pages: You notice nothing out of the ordinary
Mr.Terrific personally is tooling about in a used, but freshly detailed Land Rover. Obviously a rugged, camping-style fellow is he, and his lovely assistant.
Vollo pulls up a random license plate and toggles the transponder library to match it. He is playing chess on his pocsec and watching the street. He's changed from his usual clothing to a fine suit of clothes. He wriggles in them feeling slightly uncomfortable. He taps his comm and switches to the channle they have decided on.
Commlink-Darkelf> Vollo says, "Okay posted up and chilling."
Commlink-Bunnie> Bunnie says, "bunbun on watch"
Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "..Mm."
Commlink-Mr.Terrific> Mr.Terrific says, "Watching, so.. we're watching… and.. we're watching.."
The office in question was done during a period where everyone was trying to promote the most 'green' compounds. The building is square, but has an open center with a reflective mirrored surface to provide lighting to three different garden like areas on every even numbered floor. The parking is all underground and the landscaping done around the building for a hundred meters in all direction is light trees and grass. There is a long drive heading from the road towards the building, a circle going up to the front and a lane going down into the parking garage.
Mr.Terrific is noting faces, times, entrances, exits, the swirl of spirits and watchers and astral floaters. Spotting for cameras both inside and outside the compound - ones to avoid on their way in if somehow their time there is detected. And, yes, watching for janitorial crew.
Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "Alright who's got a nice suit, time to scope out the inside and act as some wannabe clients or something. Who knows, we might get a tour."
Commlink-Darkelf> Vollo says, "I could be a Dance instructor wanting to know how many ballet students might join my company I am starting in Denver. (With a thick Russian accent.)"
On the astral plane the compound is alive with the greenry. There appear to be no random spirits, just an occasional watcher that zips outside the building and then back inside quickly. After about thirty minutes an astral form swoops out and runs around the grounds and vanishes into the parking area.
Commlink-Bunnie> Bunnie says, "Bunnie has three left feet."
Mr.Terrific scopes out the wizard as best he can in a glance - trying to see how awesome or not that he is.
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Aura Reading:
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«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Intelligence:
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Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "Alright dancer boy, hop in the jag, we'll go scout the inside."
To (Mr.Terrific, Frostlog), Flint pages: The mage is just a standard wage mage, Grade 0 apparently, not even initiated.
Vollo moves from his van, locking it. His suit is extremely fashionable, done by a european designer. He looks exotic enough anyway, being dark furred and elven, but now there is an obvious sway in his walk that comes off rather feminine. He enters the Jaguar and pulls out a silver cigarette case.
Mr.Terrific stays out. He's more watching the comings and goings over a longer period, plus being able to, say, track down those wizards when they go home.
Waiting for the fuzzy to step within the jag, Dorian starts up the engine and once the other is settled, he pulls off from their current spot and heads towards their destination. He'll follow the path from the road along the pretty scenery and then down into the parkinglot to park the car and kill the engine.
Today's random color for the Jaguar? Candy red.
The visitor parking area is rather small, and there are security cameras all over the place apparently. Outside, inside, just cameras everywhere. Finding a spot out of a camera shot would be really difficult.
Bunnie takes out her pocsec and is noting details of every coming and going, what they're doing, where they come from, what company they are with. What security checks the go through. She's there for the long haul too, wanting to see 24 hours of routine activity, for it would be best to be inserted into the normal stream of things, seamlessly.
Dorian wasn't planning on going stealth into a busy company in mid lunch hour. He finds the closest parking spot and once everything is settled, he opens his door and dons his usual fedora atop of his head. Closing his door, he gives time for the other to exit the car before locking it up.
"Damn I look good." Vollo says glancing in the rearview mirror. "Okay you are my private bodyguard. I will call you Rex." His Russian accent now takes on a haughty feminine flair. He spits in his palms and slicks back a few stray hairs. "Gods I wish we were killing someone. It is so much easier." He exits the vehicle and heads toward the entrance like the world owes him ten favors.
To (Dorian, Frostlog), Flint pages: Morphing plates, transponder library?
To (Flint, Frostlog), Dorian pages: R3 Library, yes.
There is a set of double glass doors just to the side of the visitors parking area, with a set of wide steps that lead up to the main lobby area.
Dorian straightens out his tie and follows after the feminine elf, glancing about here and there casually. Though for now he keeps the silent bodyguard type going, bulking up his shoulders and walking up the stairs.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Acting for "I'm a tough bodyguard.":
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«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Acting for "I'm a tough bodyguard. KP1":
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Vollo moves confidantly, one hand on his left hip with the other barely touching Rex's side for reassurance. "This city is so terribly delightfull." He waits at the door for Rex to open it for him and then follows. "Thank you dear. Oh this place is marvelous."
The Lobby itself is done in bright white, all the better to highlight the greenery here and there. Potted trees and plants dot the various areas, as well as a nice waiting area with comfortable leather chairs. As you enter the lobby area, a woman and a half circle desk stands and smiles. When you get near she speaks. "Welcome sirs, how may I help you today?"
Dorian stops short of the desk a few paces away, keeping his lips zipped and his form straight and stoic. He looks like he's ready to take a bullet for the other elf, but in all truths..He probably wouldn't, but he sure as hell acts like he would.
Bunnie clicks on the IR setting on her scope, checking how the doors are rigged security wise.
"My name is Volkreid Koskov." Vollo says this like she should already know him, or at least have heard of him. "Your company comes highly recommended. Is there a marketing representative that has the time to speak with me without an appointment. I just flew in from Vladivostok. I am wanting to start a dance company and I am wanting to know the possible marketing applications of said venture. Perhaps a tour?" He pulls out his fake SIN and flashes it, making sure she can see it is Saeder-Krupp in origin.
The woman smiles brightly and nods "Of course sir." she taps something on her desk. "Walter will be right out to speak with you." she gestures to the seating area. "If you would like to sit, I promise it won't be a long wait, can I get you something, coffee, tea?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Bunnie (#659) rolls Intelligence for "Checking it twice":
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Its hard to see much through a scope, vision mag is ment for targeting, not for checking for alarm systems which even up close are hard to notice. What is seen though is that all the doorways have cameras trained on them, and you can imagine a sensor lets someone know when they are opened.
"Vodka honey, with a bit of orange juice. I am so parched." He waves her off dismissively and takes a seat crossing his legs and patting Rex on the leg. "I am so very excited aren't you? I will make a name for myself here and show that bitch Salievsky that dance is appreciated in the Americas." He gives Rex a big wink.
Dorian just spares a nod as he's addressed, along with an affirmative grunt. He remains standing however, towering next to his 'boss' and ready to move at any given moment, although not likely the case.
«Auto-Judge[]» Vollo (#6013) rolls Charisma for "For the show!":
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«Auto-Judge[]» Vollo (#6013) rolls Dance for "So he sounds like he knows what he's doing":
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«Auto-Judge[]» Vollo (#6013) rolls Dance for "So he sounds like he knows what he's doing kp1":
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«Game» Backup to offline storage commencing. Game may freeze for a bit…
The secretary leaves her desk and heads off to a small adjoining room. She spends some time in there and returns with a glass, apparently they are used to high end clients and she does indeed have a vodka with OJ. She lays it down with a napkin under the glass next to Vollo on an table. "There you are sir, and Walter is on his way right now." She returns to the front desk and sits back down.
Dorian looks at the desk for a lingering moment, perhaps checking out the secretary, or perhaps something else. Perhaps he's already scouting places to put the taps in.
Vollo sips his drink, making a face whether or not it is good Vodka or not. He looks around noting what sort of locks are on doors and if the four security guards on the main floor can be seen.
Behind the lobby you can see the open center of the building, after a small narrowing where elevators line the sides. The four security guards down here are apparently not seen during the day, because you have no sign of them. In fact, its eerily quiet down here and the only person you can see is the secretary. The lobby seems to take up about half of the bottom floor too, its very open and spacious.
«Auto-Judge[]» Vollo (#6013) rolls Intelligence for "Anything odd?":
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«Auto-Judge[]» Vollo (#6013) rolls Intelligence for "Anything odd? kp2":
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After about two minutes, you hear footsteps echoing shortly after the elevator dings. A well dressed man with salt and pepper hair approaches you both. He smiles and stops just at the edge of the seating area. "Good day, I'm Walter, I was informed you were interested in our services."
Nothing out of the ordinary, cameras all over the place though, some of them peeking out from the tops of the trees even, most of them very obvious though, as if to say, yes, we are watching you.
Bunnie keeps her eyes and ears open, just in case anything unnatural or unusual pops.
Mr.Terrific is in a more relaxed and categorical state. This is a marathon, not a sprint. He's more than happy for the two to engage fully without hom - being a wizard, if he went in with them the other wizards would have to give him the third degree.
Vollo stands and takes another sip off the vodka, switching the drink to his left hand. "A pleasure Walter. I am Volkreid Koskov, an instructor of Dance. You come highly recommended from my former lover. Well your company does." He titters a little. "I was hoping for a tour and an outline of what your company might be able to do for me? That is such a lovely garden. And who does your suits, I need a new wardrobe that fits in with the style of the big boys in town." He presents his hand with a very light shake.
Bunnie is also, quietly, being the Mage Guard. It's a place she's been before, and is used to.
Walter smiles at Vollo "Ahh, well, Denvers finest tailors would be the Morgan Brothers, over in the FTZ. I get everything custom from them, as far as a tour goes, I can show you our gardens and talk if you like, but the offices themselves are off limits to guests. We value your privacy as well as the privacy of all our other clients. We even keep departments seperated on some projects, to ensure your information doesn't affect another clients at all." He gestures for you to follow him. "So, tell me what you are looking to do here in Denver, and I'll let you know how we can help you achieve your goals."
Dorian will keep up his silent bodyguard act for now, having noted the desk as a possible point. Now there's elevators, but there's most likely stairs nearby as well incase of emergencies. The garden won't bring much to them as far as useful information goes though..
"Come Rex, guard from from this most lovely man as we walk." He follows giving Rex a wink again. As they enter the garden Vollo takes a good look at how accessable climbing down into the area would be. "Oh my this is pretty. I am looking for research having to do with rival dance studios, numbers on large nuyen accounts crossed with children of possible talent with dance. Things like that. I also need to know about people who donate and become benefactors of schools like ballet and free form dance."
Walter smiles and leads you on what is a large circular ramp around the center of the building. The ramp slowly goes up to each even numbered floor, where there are small walkways through the garden area. The lighting comes from the pillar at the center that appears to be mirrored on the inside, with some areas where light comes through to shine on the garden itself. Walter smiles "This ramp goes all the way to the sixth floor, its quite the walk and makes a great workout for our employees." He nods as you speak "Ahh yes, well Denver has a very generous artistic community, and I belive there is room for another dance studio in Denver. We would have to get down to some detailed research to find you the right people to talk with about being benefactors, but that is fairly simple. What time frame are you looking at for this project? Are you in a rush to setup?"
The only access to the ramp is on every even numbered floor too, where doors lead off in all four directions from the gardens to the offices.
To (Dorian, Frostlog), Flint pages: On your car, what is the current plate linked to? One of your fake SINs? or just a random number?
To (Flint, Frostlog), Dorian pages: Random number.
Vollo rubs his right temple with his thumb after seeing the walkway that leads to the floors. Possibilities. "Oh I am here for a private party this weekend. Florence has the prettiest boys all lined up. But I am planning on moving in late July. So perhaps I can make an appointment with you early in August? Dinner?" He stagger steps for a moment. "Rex do you have my pills or did I leave them in the hotel?"
Walter pauses and looks at you with apparent concern. "Ohh I'm sorry, will the climb be too much for you? If you prefer, we can just schedual an appointment for August then."
Dorian taps his pockets, looking for said pills and shakes his head as the answer. Nope, he doesn't have the man's crazy flaming pills, just a case of mint flavored Pic-Pacs.
"It would be best to make the appointment…I feel faint." He turns and takes Dorian's arm. "Hold me up sugar. This is a bad one." He turns away. "In fact I will call you from the hotel Walter. I think it might have to be the second week in August because of my brother's barmitzva. Rex get his number." He drops the glass of vodka.
Walter reaches into a pocket and pulls out a chip, offering it to Rex. "That has my personal contact information, call me as soon as your ready to setup that appointment." He looks to the fallen glass, it didnt break, the thick tumbler on the slightly rubberized walkway for traction. Walter does not bend to pick it up though. He simply watches you both after handing over the chip.
Dorian holds up the flaming elf with one arm and takes the chip with the other, nodding to the man and pocketing it within his dress jacket. Next he reaches over and bends down to pick up the glass and hold it up towards Walter, or if he doesn't take it, he'll leave it by the secretary's desk on his way down towards the parking lot.
Walter does take the glass once its offered to him, and he will follow you both down and leave the glass with the secretary. He watches you both until you are out into the parking area again.
Vollo will just hold onto Dorian and walk feeble with his head hanging down. "I probably made such a Queen of myself…thank you Rex…my head…" He doesn't do much else other than look pathetic as they head to the exit.
«Auto-Judge[]» Vollo (#6013) rolls Charisma:
1 1 3 3 3 4 5 9
«Plot» Vollo says, "stands"
«Auto-Judge[]» Flint (#11485) rolls 5 (Walters Intelligence) vs TN 5 for "Does he notice anything fishy about the act?":
2 3 5 7 10 = 3 Successes
Dorian escorts the other elf to the passenger door, opening it for him and guiding him into the car before shutting it once more and proceeding into the driver's side in order to start up the jaguar. "Pretty shitty tour, if you ask me." He backs up out of his parking spot before pulling out of the area and back down the road to meet up with the others, once there and out of sight, the paint job on the jaguar will change to a candy white while it's signature is modified to match the color accordingly.
«Auto-Judge[]» Flint (#11485) rolls 1 for "Ok, random checks. 1-2 They run the plates":
1
«Auto-Judge[]» Flint (#11485) rolls 1 for "RAndom Checks, 1-4 They check out Vollos FAke Name":
3
Vollo settles back into the seat. "Well I like the walkways in the garden, access to each floor would be nice. Wish the glass had broken." he has to make the effeminate accent go away and it does by the the glass.
«Auto-Judge[]» Vollo (#6013) has the Fake SIN SDK-06013-000QS5-0007LS-KY3 (Volkreid Koskov) with the following information:
----------—[ Shadowrun Denver ]—-
=====================> SIN Information for Vollo (#6013) <=====================
SIN: SDK-06013-000QS5-0007LS-KY3
Name: Volkreid Koskov
Rating: 6
Created: Fri Sep 18 05:06:23 2009
Player: Vollo (#6013)
GM Note: Upgraded to level 5 on this date
GM Note: (Thu Sep 2 12:44:51 2010) This SIN was upgraded to 5 on May 19th, next raise possible as early as Oct 19th.
GM Note: (Tue Oct 26 23:38:30 2010) Raised to R6
«OOC» Vollo says, "R6"
To (Vollo, Frostlog), Flint pages: Where does most of your SIN usage point? What kind of history does it have?
To (Frostlog, Flint), Vollo pages: Overseas travel, clubs in Portugal and Russia. It is from his background.
Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "So you two spot anything interesting?"
Over the day, we have a few visitors to the office. A van that says Green Thumb Gardening, that evening there is another Van that says Complete Cleaners. Apparently a janitorial service. A few deliveries by various UPS/Fedex agencies happen throughout the day.
Commlink-Mr.Terrific> Mr.Terrific says, "You guys have been in there, what, a half an hour? We're doing the twenty-four-hour surveillance plan. One thing is sure - they have a hell of a lot of cameras."
Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "No shit, the inside has just as much. Almost every freakin' tree has one."
Commlink-Darkelf> Vollo says, "I think if the cameras are black we'll be fine. I think they rely on them heavily."
Commlink-Mr.Terrific> Mr.Terrific says, "And there's their janitorial service. 'Complete Cleaners.'"
Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "Did you check the drivers? If it's always the same, it could be trouble. Plus, anything during the day is something we want to avoid. A shit load more of employees."
Commlink-Darkelf> Vollo says, "We could use the excuse that my fake persona was actually very ill and that the garden walkways need to be cleaned to prevent anyone else from getting sick. If we go the Cleaners route. Or I could just shoot everyone we see and feel a whole lot better about everything."
The Cleaners show up shortly after the majority of employees went home for the night. Around 8pm. At 10pm, the guard shift changes. There also was a change at 2pm during the day as well. You figure they are on an 8 hour rotation.
Commlink-Bunnie> Bunnie says, "Let's go with both plans. Shoot them all then clean up."
Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "The Ork specified no one killed on the job. I actually feel like getting paid."
Commlink-Darkelf> Vollo says, "I was being sarcastic honey. And yeah I like money too."
Commlink-Mr.Terrific> Mr.Terrific says, "So like, do we have disguise capabilities?"
"Well drop me at my van, wish I had the photovolic paint. I could mimic the cleaners van. And yeah thanks for the backup in there, thats not my normal mode of operating." My name is Vollo by the way. He holds his hand out to shake with Dorian.
Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "Not personally, but I might know someone who does.."
Commlink-Darkelf> Vollo says, "I have a Ruth Cloak and a little stealth, plus an R6 maglock key."
Commlink-Bunnie> Bunnie says, "I have black armor, I'm afriad."
«Game» Backup to offline storage commencing. Game may freeze for a bit…
Mr.Terrific , in desperation, punches up Complete Cleaners and sees if they are hiring, and if so, are they hiring for this place here.
Complete Cleaners has a trix based application you can fill out and they promise a response within three days.
Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "Well if we need disguises, I can call up a friend. She'd be more than happy to disguise us up, she likes that sorta thing."
Commlink-Bunnie> Bunnie says, "I think we're better off with this level of cameras not lookin' like ourselves."
Dorian returns the shake. "Scarface is the work name, Dorian's the one I usually go by."
Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "Especially since me and the Dark Prince here are on their recent footage."
Commlink-Bunnie> Bunnie says, "2am shift change. We need to backtrack that shift crew. We got 'nuff to silent them out, and swap unis? I tink dat be da best idea. Still."
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "How many people are on a cleaning crew? As in, how many people are in that Complete Cleaners van?"
Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "Is one of 'em an ork and two freakin' tall elves? Because even disguises then would be hard to mask general physical attributes."
Commlink-Darkelf> Vollo says, "I can go with the disguised crew Ruthed out. And I thought the Johnson said the cameras weren't an issue?"
Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "It's a catchy situation.. Either we go the out in open scene, or we go the ninja way. I mean we'll have no cameras working in the area, no panic buttons.. Just guards to avoid or knock out."
Commlink-Mr.Terrific> Mr.Terrific says, "What are you, some kind of racist? Are you saying elves can't be janitors? Do I have to call my MOM?" It's clear from his tone that Mister Terrific is joking, but hey. Clearly they wouldn't be exact duplicates.
Complete Cleaners appears to be 6 individuals.
Mr.Terrific checks, from his pictures, if the Complete Cleaners people used keycards WITH pictures on them, or WITHOUT pictures on them.
You couldnt tell, they parked underground and went inside somewhere down there.
«Plot» Dorian says, "I'd like to call a Decker contact, so he may record their camera footage to study guard habits during the night shifts."
«Plot» Flint says, "Ok, roll etiquette and prove contact"
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Etiquette (Street):
1 2 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Etiquette (Street) for "KP2":
2 2 5 5
«OOC» Dorian says, "Guess it's 5."
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) has the Contact Ben Rolfe with the following information:
----—> Contact for Dorian (#7753) <----—-
Contact Name: Ben Rolfe
Level: 1
Type: corp decker
GM Note: Like Simon, Ben was part of the 'crew' in the older days when the men worked together. He was always a computer wiz which is what landed him his current job as a corporate decker, he's always willing to trade some information or do some quick computer work for a small price.
Body:3, Quick:4, Strength:2, Charisma:2, Intelligence:6, Willpower:4, Reaction:5, KP:2
Computer 6(Decking 8, Programming 7), Electronics 7, Etiquette 3(Corp 4, Matrix 5)
«Plot» Flint says, "Pose the call to Ben"
Bunnie has reconnected.
Dorian picks out his pocsec from his jacket's inner pocket, also cleaning out the chip with the useless representative's information out the window of the jag. He pulls up near Vollo's van and dials up. "Hey, Ben. Scarface. Got a favor to pull from ya, I'll owe ya another job or something. I need you to tap in Mastin Marketing's security and record their camera footage so we can see people's 24h habits in there."
Ben whistles on the phone "So you want me to hack a system, and pull security footage." There is a slight pause. "I can do that, but its going to cost ya, I'm putting my deck on the line for this you know."
"So not even a favor then huh? Alright, how much is this gonna cost me? If anything, I'll offer you one free job." Dorian adds.
Ben laughs "A favor is a data search, or something that just takes my time but keeps me out of any risks. This is an illegal hack man, that means nuyen. Tell you what, drop me five, and the job."
"Five and a free job? Sheesh. You're lucky I like you and your company man.. Fine. I'll wire you the cash." Dorian makes a face and sticks out his tongue.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) spends 5000 nuyen for "Silly Ben.".
Ben chuckles "Yea, well, make sure you don't die before you get me that job. Its not exactly like your in a safe career field, promises are great, but hell, you gotta live to pay off. I'll get right on it and forward you the video to your address."
Once he gets dropped off at his van Vollo calls up his chess program on his pocsec to clear his head. He watches the building and listens on the comm chann to see what they will decide.
"Safe career field? I just help grandmother's move their furniture, I guess some old heavy library could fall on me.. But only the noobs keep pressing forward when things are looking grim. So I'll be waiting for that mail tomorrow. See ya." The elf closes the pocsec and puts it back into place.
Two hours later you recieve a very large video file. Its been edited to cut out all the feeds that didn't have people in them, but its still alot of camera footage to sort through.
Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "Alright, cost me a bit, but I got a buddy to hack into their system and provide me with a 24h security footage of the place. We'll be able to see guard habits, it'd be best to also narrow down the hour and how we wish to strike..Because it's a pretty big crazy file."
Mr.Terrific starts looking through the 24 hours of guards. He's looking for wizards, himself, and guards, and those 6-man cleaning crews, and stuff like that. Looking for special stuff. Looking for avenues.
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Counter-Espionage:
2 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Intelligence:
1 1 3 4 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Intelligence for "kp1":
2 2 3 5 7 8
Mr.Terrific is, at the very least, memorizing faces, mannerisms, ways people relate to one another.
Bunnie glances over at the video, paying attention as it's the thing's she interested in. She's specifically looking for physical matches to the group.
«Auto-Judge[]» Bunnie (#659) rolls Intelligence:
1 2 2 2 3
Dorian inspect the footage to spot security setups, atleast those the cameras can see, along with guard sweeping patterns, break habits, gatherings, and the sorts.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Intelligence:
1 2 3 5 5 8 8 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Security Systems:
3 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Vollo (#6013) rolls Small Unit Tactics:
1 3 8
«Auto-Judge[]» Vollo (#6013) rolls Chess:
1 2 3 5 10
Mr.Terrific contributes by pulling together the gang into a dismal motel room where he's already tipped the 'tender that they weren't here. So they can plan at their leisure.
Mr.Terrific says "So. First question. Any group of people we can diguise ourselves as for the night? Second question. Is there anyone we have who can watch some bodies and keep them knocked out for us?"
One guard patrols each floor, walking the hallways and randomly testing doors to see if they are locked or not. Sometimes employees work late, and the guard might stop to chat briefly with them. The ground floor is patrolled by a single guard as well. One guard remains in the control room, watching the cameras. The mages appear to be in the control room too, mostly relaxing, but every so often, one of them lays down on a couch and seems to pass out for about ten minutes. There are two guards that spend alot of time in the parking structure, but once every half hour they venture out to walk around the grounds too and check all the access doors to the building.
The gardeners show up during the day, and go to a utility closet on the ground floor and pull out gear and spend a few hours going over each of the gardens and watering all the plants in the building. Smaller offices are ignored, but the main conference rooms and open areas have some plants that are tended to. There are 4 gardeners 2 men and 2 women.
The cleaners show up at eight pm, and take the floors one at a time. Each floor has a utility closet with all the cleaning supplies and the cleaners grab thier gear and start hitting office after office. The cleaners consist of six people, 2 female orks, 2 female humans, and 2 male orks. Apparently they are pro-meta in thier hiring policies at Complete Cleaners.
In the motel Vollo sits on the floor and plays chess on his pocsec and listens. "I would assume there are no Night One elves to mimic so I am planning on being invisible, or…I can watch bodies."
Mr.Terrific says "I can hide people from cameras, but then I'm kind of useless. We would need someone who can open and close doors without alerting security. Or pay an extra decker to do that."
Mr.Terrific says "That's the total stealth option."
Vollo makes a hmming sound, "I'd rather be inside helping though. The maglock key I bought is a pretty good one."
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "The two magicians are what?"
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Human, elf?"
"I already paid 5 kay for that footage, so you guy's turn next." Dorian adds while looking at the footage. "So far nothing we can mimic, so it's a total stealth option.. Plus we already have the camera deal with the Jay. Mages patrol astral every now and then for about 10 minutes one at a time, so the less spells you use and do not hold, the better.. Especially with watchers. As for watching bodies, nothing their own sock plus some electrical tape and restraints can't solve."
«Plot» Flint says, "Human Magicians"
Bunnie has partially disconnected.
"I have professional restraints and one set of containment manacles for cybered folks. I hate those claws." Vollo offers.
Dorian says "I got a bunch of plasteel restraints too.."
Mr.Terrific says, "I do see four gardeners. That's the balls-up, broad daylight way to do it. I also know a good doctor who can keep a group of people out and manageable. I'd donate to him out of my pay. The important thing is that they don't get away, they don't make a fuss, and they're unconscious when I wipe their memories and give them ordinary memories.
Bunnie says "I can sometimes beat locks, simple ones, at least. If it comes to it, breaking a door ain't all dat hard."
One thing you notice, the uniforms of Complete Cleaners are disposable. Its that throw away stuff that you put on while you work and dispose in the evening. Its a jumpsuit that goves over regular clothing.
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Can we get the same style of jumpsuit from mailorder? Are these 'greys' the paper blothing that you can buy at Stuffer Shacks?"
«Plot» Flint says, "No, they have logos on them, but what you see from the footage is that they pull the suits on after they get out of the van. The van appears to be stocked with alot."
«Plot» Flint says, "Yes, its basicly the paper clothing though, just with logos imprinted on them."
Dorian says "If we start beating locks, we gotta make sure we put 'em back up in a good order and lock them from the inside, because they check them regularly enough.."
Vollo takes a turn at the footage. He makes muttering sounds and hmms a lot. "Wonder if I could just pay the cleaners off to borrow the van and gear for the night. Stealing it might make too much fuss, but perhaps breaking into the van and just stealing some of the uniforms tonight would be good, while they are inside cleaning."
Dorian says "Too many cameras in the parking lot."
Mr.Terrific no doubt is one of many who helps point out these things. "It looks like some disguising, taking out these cleaners, and going to is the way to go. And hey, I totally agree with schmoozing those cleaners.
Vollo looks at Terrific, "So a trip to the Cleaners Building and a talk? Make them an offer that is more lucrative than cleaning for one night?"
Mr.Terrific says "Are you good at that kind of schmoozing and bribery?"
"Then we just go clean and stuff. Yeah I am and I have some money." Vollo offers.
Bunnie says "I's can probably manage dat. Or knockin' 'em out. Don't trust da payoff""
Mr.Terrific says "Tell you what - I'll back you up, if things go wrong I can put them to sleep."
Mr.Terrific says "We'd have to spot the incoming crew in some place that we can chat with them."
Dorian says "Find the right crew, convince the right crew, and hope we aren't ratted out."
Bunnie says "Hire dem ta do da job at our 'house."
Mr.Terrific says "I do know a guy whose house needs cleaning."
Mr.Terrific says "But that's too easily traceable."
Vollo looks at the others, "I think that might be pretty good. We just use their van and equipment and uniforms. Then we just act like we know how to clean an office."
Dorian says "Just tell 'em to go to Medeivo or something and have a good day."
«Plot» Flint says, "Everyone make an intelligence or etiquette roll, whichever is higher."
«Auto-Judge[]» Vollo (#6013) rolls Intelligence:
2 3 3 4 4 5 7 9
«Auto-Judge[]» Bunnie (#659) rolls Intelligence:
1 3 4 4 9
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Intelligence:
1 3 3 3 4 5 5 7
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Intelligence:
1 3 3 3 4 5
Bunnie says "No payin dem off. Da star lookz for us types. We'ze be bedda off koshin' dem, and leavin dem tied up nekkid in da trash. Just anodder muggin. I's no payin off chummers who'se gonna peach to da Star da next hour."
Mr.Terrific says "You are convincing me more towards the 'knock them out, have my doctor friend keep them, wipe their memories' idea."
Vollo nods, "Okay so we restrain them, or that yeah. Seriously we can just gel shot them and do the doc thing. Least I'll get to shoot someone. I do like shooting people. It makes me happy." So lets track where the van will be or something. I'm itchy".
«OOC» Vollo says, "forget quotation in the middle"
Dorian says "How about we get some sleep first. We still got a few days."
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "We plan a good place to ambush these hapless janitors, open their car door, knock them out, and haul them off to a doctor."
Mr.Terrific is only too happy to sleep. Because at the end of this comes some hella spellcasting.
«Plot» Vollo says, "That seems like a great plan!"
Vollo will simply curl up on the floor and crash, sleep sounding like a good thing.
Dorian searches for something specifically … Do the janitors and guards seem to be on friendly 'we've worked together forever and how is your wife' way, or just professional courtesy in the footage.
Mr.Terrific calls up Nathan Slowey. "Hey, you remember that gag we pulled with the ether back in college? I got a nother one for you. Yeah, six. No, not all orks this time. Probably four orks, two humies. But it could be anyone, so be sure to be loaded for troll. Thanks."
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) has the Contact Nathan Slowey with the following information:
----> Contact for Mr.Terrific (#7242) <----
Contact Name: Nathan Slowey
Level: 1
Type: doctor
GM Note: Nathan Slowey is a (troll) physician with whom Rahne has consulted. (Psychiatrists dispense medications, while psychologists do not; thus their relationship.)
Bunnie nods, and smiles tuskily. "I's get ta shoots folk too. Win win on da whole Bunnie Plan!"
«Game» Backup to offline storage commencing. Game may freeze for a bit…
«Plot» Flint says, "Time passes!"
Ohh yea, the Janitors dont talk much in the video, just do thier work and move along, well, the orks talk to each other, and the humans talk to each other, but not alot.
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Get those disguises going."
«Plot» Flint says, "Mr.T needs to roll etiqutte to see if he can reach his doctor, TN 4"
After a good nights sleep Vollo wakes and goes to his van and gets his rucksack. He brings the bag back into the dismal motel and starts cleaning several difference pairs of pistols. He loads then all with gels except for the pair of Cerberus which are loading with APDS and gels in the dual clips.
«OOC» Vollo says, "different*"
«Plot» Flint says, "PAUSE LOG!"
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