SLAP Me Silly

GM: Haley
Players: Growler, Aeon, Haley, Jag and a cameo by Dalton
Synopsis: The team is hired to play bodyguard for daddy's little princess while she goes shopping. However a Raccoon shaman doesn't care about subtle in the face of the SLAP Act hostility.
Date: DATE HERE, March 24, 2070


«Plot» Haley says, "Hello everyone and welcome to one of my plots. I would first like to say that while I do not go out of my way to kill

players sometimes things happen beyond my control when the dice go south. While my logs filter ooc comments automatically I invite you to addcom

pr3=Plot Room 3 for any OOC chatter. I know spending time with friends is part of the fun of gaming. Lastly, logs go a lot faster in the editing

stage if you at the very least start your @emits with %r%t, or if you use :pose to end it with a %r. It makes formatting it for submission go a

lot faster.

«Plot» Haley says, "Dalton you know the rules of my scenes."
«Plot» Growler says, "I consent to it all, but not the alien probings."
«Plot» Aeon says, "Right-o. I allow you to kill my character if I roll really badly or do something incredibly stupid"
«Plot» Dalton says, "I consent"
«Plot» Jag says, "I consent"

Jobs filter in through the usual channels, however the difference this time is the hour. Most jobs are late night calls, this one is at

08:00, you're to meet the Johnson in conference room 404 in the Holiday Inn. Dress casually, keep it concealed, its down town.

Aeon shows up, yawning and looking for the soykaf dispenser. Spirits, 8AM was the time she would normally be ready to go to sleep. Sunlight and

the dwarf don't really mix to well, and she looks like hell, dressed in her usual leather outfits.
Growler grumbles at the job details. He hates mornings, and its why he took up the jobs he did. But being new to town means he doesn't have much

of a choice in turning down work. So as the morning comes, he gets dressed as usual, grabs his pack of gear he always carries around and heads to

the meetpont.

Its been a long night and early morning calls are never something Haley enjoys, well unless it involves money. Thankfully this is the

case, taking down the address and meeting room she sets about getting herself bathed, powdered and dressed. She walks out of her apartment and

heads into the garage selecting her red convertible for this job. She climbs in the car and has the roof retract, not too much longer and she's

rolling into the parking lot of the Holliday Inn.

Dalton decides to go without his roomsweeper, its rather hard to hide and he really cant hit much with it anyhow. He takes his scorpion from

his apartment towards the Holiday Inn, finding a parking spot down the block then walking the last little bit. He wears his usual attire, nothing

fancy, nothing horrible, armored street clothing for the most part. Once inside the holiday inn he looks around for a few minutes until he finds

the conferenece room, heading inside.

The Johnson is a middle aged man, he sits at one of the tables waiting for the runners to enter. He then motions them to chairs that

have been placed around the table. None of the usual power trips with this one, he's even selected a round table. Once everyone is inside he

presses a button and the doors close.

Growler settles to a seat and leans back, his bag sitting by his feet as he looks the J and the others over as they filter in. Having been on

foot, he left rather early to be able to make it on itme.

Downtown. Center of Action. Despite the mix of types, colors, creeds and callings - it was definitely not an area of town Jag was

comfortable with. This was everything in action that he'd always avoided, to him - the wageslaves, salarymen, and yuppie-types were as alien as

.. well, aliens. The young ork looks more like convention-room staff than anything else when he shows up. His eyes are bright - oddly enough the

ork seems to be a morning person.

Aeon seems to have found or 'borrowed' someone's soykaf somewhere along the line as she makes it in next-to-last despite apparently having made

it to the Holiday Inn first. "Good morning chummers, Mister Johnson." She sits in a chair when offered, sipping her drink

Dalton finds himself a seat at the table, taking a moment or two to survey the johnson and the other runners.

Taking one of the seats, Haley places her large purse down beside her, she gives the Johnson a bright smile as she says, "Hiya." Her

tone is ever cheerful as she addresses the gentleman.

The Johnson says, "Thank you all for coming. I will try to keep this brief. I'm sure you are all aware of the recent upswing in violence

against the awakened. My daughter is a shaman and I would like to hire you all to keep an eye on her for her visit into town. I have no doubt

that she will want to go out on her own, but she is an independent sort and despises her father keeping tabs on her. While company security is

quite good at what they do, they're not exactly subtle. I am hoping that you all can keep her safe and sound while she goes out about her

routine."

Aeon rubs her hands together, assessing the other runners in the room. "I was beginnin' t' worry about this bein' a daytime job." She grins and

sits back in her seat, letting the J and others speak.

Growler listens in a little and nods. "Not the safest time to be going out, if she's magicky type. But long as she keeps on the lowdown,

shouldn't be too much an issue to keep her safe."

Dalton listens to the description of the job, then nods as the man finishes the specifics "What is her daily routine?"

The amerind ork looks to the others around the table while the Jay speaks. His gaze crosses Haley's with a subtle wink, then shifts to

the gnome. The young ork squints in noticable thought, though what exactly, could be anyone's guess. As the questions begin, he turns back to the

'old' anglo. "What she into? What joo theenk her routine is?"

Jag grunts and gestures towards Dalton, "Si, what he says."

The Johnson says, "Normally she is in school, but with the recent events goig on she requested to be sent home." He holds his hands out

to the sides of his shoulders with a shrug as he says, "She's a teenaged girl, so most of her activity involves her talking on the telecom,

watching far too much trideo for my tastes and shopping." He slides a credstick across the table and he says, "Normally the cost to the company

for a security detail for private use would run sixty thousand. However, as I said, I would like her guards to be able to blend in a bit better I

am offering the same fee to you all."

Aeon whistles lowly. 60k split five ways was…uh…a lot! "Oh yeah, I can blend in as a teenager, no problem." She smirks "Not sure if I'm

trendy 'nuff though."

A tusky grin splits the ork's face at the named sum. Damn kid, if pops was willing to shell out this kinda cred to watch the kids as she

shops, the ork didn't -even- want to know what kinda loot she pulled in for her weekly allowance.

Growler nods once as he reaches for one of the offered sticks, showing his acceptance of the job. "Shouldn't be too hard. How many nights will

this be for?"

Dalton nods "What kind of tracking do you have on her? Phone traced, docwagon bracelet? Anything on here that can be used to keep an eye on

her discreetly is a bonus."

With a laugh, Haley says, "Well Oi've neva been the maternal sort, but hey, with the money on the table even Oi'm moved." She looks over

to the Johnson and she asks, "So ya got a holo of your girl on hand so we can take a look at her, what's her name?"

The Johnson pulls a holo projector from his pocket and he places it on the table. A smiling teenage girl shows in the color projection.

She has the flesh around her eyes either tattooed or painted into a sort of black mask." He slides the projection forward and he says, "It will

be for one night, I hope." He taps the credstick saying, "I have a DocWagon contract on her, but I would prefer she never need their services.

Due to her awakened nature she could not accept the implanted version." He looks to Haley and says, "Her name is Sarah."

"She normally at some private school, pops?" the ork asks suspiciously. "Joo say dis is her first time in town, or summin'? Or no? Girlie

ees juss play hookey?"

Aeon is a bit unnerved by the holopic projection, but says "Oh, whatta beautiful daughter you have, Mister Johnson." She sips her soykaf quietly

"Have any leads on where-abouts she will be? Also, how long d'we gotta watch her?"

Dalton looks hard for a moment at the mask, and frowns "Whats her totem? Cause if its Raccoon, we have more issues to deal with." He frowns

for a moment as he gets a soft buzz from his pocket. He reaches down, looking at a pocsec a moment then frowning "It appears I'm going to have to

bow out. If she is indeed a racoon shaman, watch for her trying to steal things. Please excuse me for having to leave."

Growler lets the other questions get answered first. At least he should be able to keep her under tabs, long as she doesn't use some sort of

improved invisibilty spell or something.

Before Dalton departs, the Johnson answers, "Yes, her totem is Raccoon, so she says." He looks towards the ork who asked the question

and he replies, "She is normally in a private institution studying to gain better control over her talents." He then answers Aeon, "Ideally you

will be watching her from between 16:00 and 21:00, provided she actually listens and comes home when she's supposed to."

Growler nods a little. "Which she probably won't knowing her type. But long as she's out, we'll keep an eye on her and do our best to keep her

out of trouble."

Aeon groans a little "He's right ya know. I guess that means we gotta make sure she don't get in trouble wi' the law, for shopliftin' eh? Though

bein' in jail would be pretty safe." Still, she nods "I'm in, if there ain't any more questions."

Jag shakes his head as the others openly call the girl a thief in front of her father. "Si. She weel be safe. How old is your girlie?"

Standing up, Haley takes the credstick and she says, "Oi'll split this up even and give ya all certifieds."

The Johnson says, "The credstick holds half of your payment. The other half will be held for you for when my girl is returned safe and

sound, or put to use in finding her if something should come up." He looks to Jag and he says, "Sarah is seventeen years old." To the group as a

whole he says, "I will leave the holoprojector. It holds images of her Jackrabbit, if she's to be going out she'll likely be taking that."

Growler takes up the display and scrolls through the images onboard, storing them in his own memory for later use before setting it back on the

table.

Aeon nods "All right. An' we can contact ya when she's home safe n' sound?" She asks, slurping her soykaf noisilly.

The ork nods and stands. From the smile on his face, it's plain as day that he totally didn't mind playing secret babysitter for a day or

so. Worse case scenario, the chick bailed, skipped curfew, and hit the town. 'Expense account' a night out? Why certainly, thank you sir.

«Plot» Haley says, "The holoprojector has the following information: Her Jackrabbit, its license plate, his name Arthur Vargas, their home

address (A Security AA gated community) as well as his contact information."
«Plot» Jag says, "Which sector is the home addy in?"
«Plot» Haley says, "UCAS sector."
«Plot» Haley says, "The meeting is over at 09:00 you have nothing to do until she arrives at 16:00, so any preparations you all wish to make?"
«Plot» Aeon says, "can I try to buy some teenage-chic clothes and makeup?"
«Plot» Haley says, "Getting it legally will require a SIN check, but yes you can. Or you can go to your contacts for them."
«Plot» Aeon says, "I have no SIN and no fakes, so I guess I have to *sigh* buy this illegally"
«Plot» Aeon says, "Is this Fine clothing or Tres Chic?"
«Plot» Haley says, "Fine clothing, it will cost you 500 nuyen. As it has an availability of Always and a SI of 1 we will handwave all the rolls

for you to negotiate. Payment can be deducted from your run payout if you would like."
«Plot» Aeon says, "Sure, why not :3"

Jag looks around as he waits for anyone to speak up. Most likely though, if there would've been someone to take charge immediately, it

was the gringo that bailed early. He slips into easy spanish as he approaches Haley. (Spanish) "Morning Crazy, I'd never peg you for a morning

person. What's the deal? I been off the grid for the past week, outta town. Why's this guy so sketchy about his kid? Something happen?"

«Plot» Aeon says, "Roll Etiquette?"
«Plot» Haley says, "We're handwaving the rolls to get the gear and negotiate unless you especially want to."
«Plot» Aeon says, "oh. Coolsauce"
«Plot» Haley says, "Aeon is taken care of, anyone else want to do anything during their down time?"

Aeon stands and brings her soykaf with her as the meeting seems to be adjourned "All right, you fraggers. First thing, what is everybody's

specialties, and second, how we gonna find this chica?"

Haley shrugs and says, "There's been a lot of violence against awakened lately. There's going to be a bill passed to stop mundanes from using

magic items or getting magic spells locked onto them." She lifts her brows and she laughs, "A week before I planned to get a magic tattoo to add

to my collection." (Spanish)

The Johnson excuses himself and departs.

Jag winks. "Better not be a tramp stamp, or I be kinda disappointed in you, chica." (Spanish)

Growler chuckles a bit at Haley. "I doubt it'll go through. But for now, let us figure out a plan and see who can do what." He says as the J

leaves. "I'm Growler, surveilance and insertion ops."

"Oi'm Haley, or you can call me Cookie. It doesn't matter," says Haley as introductions. She says, "Oi'm a nurse as well as a social

engineer." She rolls up the sleeve of her dress suit and shows Jag that every inch of her skin, at least of her right arm is covered in ornate

tattoos from wrist up to where the cloth covers it. She grins at the ork and she says, "All that's clear are my hands, my face and my feet."

The ork grins broadly and turns to Aeon. "I bet joo cute when you angry, Bridget. I get around easy, know the streets an' if li'l miss

chica is all up on her thing, I figure I can back you up with the blend-in. 'Sides. Maybe she like bad boys." The young amerind brushes his

shoulder. "Wouldn't be the first daddy's girl I played, if yah scan."

Jag's statement kind of trails off as Haley shows off her tats. "Dayam girl."

Aeon nods at Growler "Yer custom-made for this run, aintcha?" Finishing her soykaf she disposes of the cup in a recycling bin "I'm Aeon. Shaman

and illusionist. M'good at sneakin' around." She raises an eyebrow at the ork member of the team, then rolls her eyes "Howd'ja know I was a

sneaky kind before I toldja? Besides, ya oughta be careful how ya talk to me when yer boy-bits are right at head level." She gnashes her yellow

teeth and grinds them together cruelly

Growler watches the exchange and shrugs. "In any case, I've a few drones perfect for keeping an eye on her, long as she doesn't have any weird

mojo going on. Keep you guys updated incase one of use lose track of her, and possibly alert you guys to any trouble that might crop up."

Giving Growler a bright smile, Haley asks, "Ya got a big enough vehicle for awl of us ta ride witcha?" Her Brooklyn accent is distinct

when she's speaking English, when she's speaking Spanish its perfectly chipped and accentless.

Jag grins at the gnome as she gnashe her teeth. "Joo gottit, shawty. But, I juss mean how joo say you can blend in as a teen, si? I

theenk thas' a good idea."

Growler shakes his head a bit, and probably the only one without a trace of accent of any kind. Almost scrubbed as it were. "Nope, still new in

town, and it would have been rather hard to ship a car here in from Africa. So I'm still a pedestrian for the moment."

"Ah well," says Haley, "Oi guess we can use my van then." She looks down to Aeon and she says, "You and Oi will work on your look while

the boys go take care of their things." She reaches into her pocket and pulls a set of keys from her pocket and tosses them to Growler. She says,

"Oi drove my convertible here, we'll take ya back to the apartment buildin' an' you can borrow my van. Don't do anything that'll get the cops on

ya, or you'll hafta explain why you're drivin' an ownerless vehicle."

Jag pipes in after Haley finishes. "I has my bike. I'll ride eet separate. Any of joo matrix types? Mebbe find out if Papi ees big man?

Has enemies? Not much I can do until we get eyes on li'l miss chica."

Growler nods in agreement. "Until we see her, there isn't much we can do but plot and wait. I'll get a drone onto her once we get closer.

Unfortunetly they are rather short ranged, but if I can get it onto her car, we can follow like that."

«Plot» Haley says, "If no one is opposed, I will cut to our waiting near the gated community inside the van with Growler behind the wheel.

We'll even have a fresh clean and all dolled up Aeon ;)"
«Plot» Jag says, "No prob. Jag will be on his Harley a short distance away. Assume we exchanged commcodes? If not Jag has Haley's and will send

her his LTG."

Growler drives the group up in the van, those that chose to ride along. He picks a good spot not too far away and settles into one of the back

seats. "Someone else will have to drive while I do this. No way to drive and keep an eye out." He says while digging into his backpack, pulling

out four small bundles and unwrapping them, revealing four little sparrows. "I'll send of of this on in and find a spot on her car to latch onto,

and another to watch over the area in general. Keep the other two for when I need to swap out for charging." He smiles a bit and shrugs. "Guess

I'll let you know when she moves out, and we'll tail her."

Carefully adjusting Aeon's hair just because she's a perfectionist when it comes to looks, Haley nods her head to Growler saying, "No

problem." She smiles brightly at Aeon and says, "You'll be the bella the bwall toots." She stands up from the rear of the van and walks towards

the front to take over the driver's seat.

Jag kept a good distance away from the neighborhood until the time was getting close. He knew that his 'type' might catch undue attention

is any eyes noticed him lingering around. He could have chilled in the van with the others, but it always paid to have someone separate to flank

or flush out the prey when hunting - and as far as the ork was concerned, this was no different. The hog may not be as quick or as nimble as his

normal ride, but it certainly would blend in with the city streets better. He kept in touch with the others through Haley.

Aeon looks a little annoyed, less that she's dressed up like a kinderslut and more that she's /clean/. She's grown accustomed to a bit of grime

on her body over the years, after all. Her blonde hair is put into pigtails, she's got some carefully overdone black lipstick and mascara on her

face, with a cherry blush. She's even wearing a pink spaghetti-strap tank top with 'bad kitty' written on it and a picture of a cat skull and

crossbones on it, with a black denim skirt and tights, and some godawful white canvas sneakers. "Anyone fraggin' says anythin' and yer dead." Not

wanting to be too far from her armor and weapon, though, she's still got her longcoat draped over her forearm with SMG and knife inside

Growler 's body goes slack and two of the birds come to life, fluttering quickly out an open window and heading towards the home where the girl

lives.

«Plot» Haley says, "As they look like birds, I doubt security is going to be paying them much attention than say if a small drone blimp flew

into the burbclave's airspace."
«Plot» Growler says, "They look like the birds they are named after. Built as replacements to messy Real birds."

The small birds fly over the wall of the secure suburban fortress/community. Their mechanical eyes observe the idealist life that the

higher end employees of corporations can enjoy. Children playing on perfectly green lawns, dogs chasing frisbees and the well armed and armored

security officers in the checkpoints. Its not too hard to find the Vargas home, just as Sarah steps out the door and waves to those inside, keys

in hand.

Commlink-Growler> Growler says, "She's on her way out."

"Well Oi think you look great," says Haley to Aeon, despite the threat of doom. As she hears Grolwer come over the comm, she relays it

to Jag in cityspeak over a text message. With things this close to the community she's not comfortable speaking freely on an unsecured line.

It doesn't take long before the little white Jackrabbit comes rolling out of the front gates. The girl behind the wheel casually driving

while talking on her cellphone as she handles the wheel one handed.

The harley rumbles it's affirmation from a block away. Jag was prepared to keep a block's distance parallel as they moved, at least until

they hit a highway or something. He notifies Hales of his intent in a quick-texted cityspeak and slowly rolls out on the hog when he sees the

little car pull out of the gate.

Aeon is just along for the ride, not willing to astrally project or anything while in a moving car. Harder to find your body afterwards that way.

Growler lands one of the little birds on the top of the girls car, after she leaves the main gates. Otherwise she'll be too fast for the little

things. The other gets recalled to the van for now. «B1 is on the way. B2 recovery. Prepare for visual."

Pulling out the van after Jag passes, Haley drives along resting comfortably in the thickly padded driver's seat. She rolls down the

passenger side window so that one of the sparrows can fly in should it need to. She reaches down and presses the button on the van's chip player

and softly over the speakers a tune from the 1940s begins to play. A swinging Big Band number, she laughs softly and follows the little white

car.

«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls 3 for "Mystery":
1 1 5

Jag rolls to a stop at the next intersection and reaches back into one of the bike's saddlebags. He powers up his scanner, smiling to

himself as it syncs with his earbud and spills the chatter of the city's airwaves to him as his rides. The scanner's set to scan for now, it's

decrypt module alseep and waiting until it's necessary. Bits and pieces of daily commchatter keep the ork company.

The commute is fairly easy, the Jackrabbit is clearly on gridguide, the girl just holds the wheel to have the image of driving

carelessly. This is evident when she rolls down the road checking her hair in the mirror while talking. It doesn't take too much time for the

little white car to pull into the parking lot of Willamette Mall.

Commlink-Growler> Growler says, "Pulling into the mall up ahead. Find a good spot as you can, and I'll keep tab on her inside until one of you

can get in for an eyes view."

Content to follow orders, Haley pulls the van into the parking lot and she heads towards one of the wide parking spaces that can

accommodate her van. She checks her hair and makeup in a small compact from her purse, kissing the air after reapllying her lipstick.

Sarah gets out of the jackrabbit and her own ritual is a little different. A shamanic mask appears around her features, mask of Raccoon

obscures her features. She focuses a few moments and her clothes begin to change shape. She goes from the well dressed corporate princess to a

black clad goth witch.

Jag rolls into the mall parking lot and drives up ahead. He puts being on a bike to good use and weasels his hog (as best he can) into a

spot that's not quite a spot. He slips his pistol into one of the bike's compartments and signals off the scanner. The young ork wasn't about to

hit the mall packing, not on his UCAS sin at least. A quick test to Haley let her know that he was going ahead towards the main entrance. With

everything secured on his bike, Jag slipped his hands into his pockets and pushed on towards the mall. Man, he hoped this chick was gonna go see

a flick.

Aeon blinks "Drek, I need that spell." She turns to Haley "You got the comm? Can ya tell th' boys that she's definitely a 'coon shaman if they

didn't notice already?"

«Plot» Haley says, "Perception (Sensors) check please Growler, for your drones."

«Auto-Judge[]» Growler (#8013) rolls Intelligence for "Perception check":
1 1 1 2 3 4 5 7

«Plot-Page» (To: Growler) Haley says, "As Sarah changes clothes, literally. You are able to notice a trio of men take notice, one points in

her direction."

Commlink-Cookie> Haley says, "Yes, she's a raccoon Shaman, she just did this mojo thing with her clothes."

Commlink-Growler> Growler says, "We got company. Someone saw her change and is taking notice. Trio dozen meters away.""
The bird flits from one car to next, hopping around just like a real bird and pecking at invisible food, all as part of the ruse while keeping an

eye on the girl.

Sarah just finished changing her clothes in the parking lot, quite literally thanks to the use of a Fashion spell. She starts towards

the mall, putting on the air of a poor dejected suburbanite kid turning to the goth culture. A trio of men had noticed the girl's change, spotted

by Growler's drones. One indicated her with a point and the three began to follow in her direction.

Jag was off ahead, nearer the doors of the mall, with the intention of staying ahead of the kid for as long as possible - when word came

from Growler that the trio had taken notice.

Mall Security has come a long way from clumsy fat guys on segway scooters. Now they take their rolls seriously, a pair stand at the

doors of the mall checking IDs as people arrive at the door. Its a slow process but you pay for security with your liberties as people used to

say. Right before they were carted off by KE security.

«Auto-Judge[]» Aeon (#9496) rolls Sorcery (Illusion) + 2 + Sorcery Pool: 3 for "+2 dice for totem. Casting Chaotic World on the bad guys":
1 1 2 3 4 4 4 4 5 5 8
«Auto-Judge[]» Aeon (#9496) rolls Willpower + Sorcery Pool: 3 vs TN 3 for "Resisting Deadly drain":
1 1 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 5 = 8 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls 3 vs TN 4 for "Resist the spell Moe":
1 3 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls 3 vs TN 4 for "Resist the spell Lary":
3 4 11 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls 3 vs TN 4 for "Resist the spell Curly":
4 7 17 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls 4 for "Security, we're watching":
5 5 5 8
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls 4 for "Security, we're watching":
1 4 5 10

Aeon zaps the trio with her best attempt at a Chaotic World spell, but they don't seem to be overly affected. "Frag. That didn't throw 'em

off…"

The confusing swirl of lights, colors sounds and scents assail the trio of men. The globe of magic flickers and crackles around. The two

guards at the door of the mall turn and look in that direction. One pulls a microphone off the lapel of his armored jacket and begins speaking

into it. Sarah turns around and looks at the orb, her eyes widen a little and one can almost read the 'Ooooh' expression on her face.

Aeon makes the goons see images of dancing hippopotami in tutus. At least it'll mess them up a bit.

Never one to pass up a chance when it arrives Haley walks across the parking lot, looking at the swirling mass of mojo. She blinks a

little and she says, "Wow, what the frag is that?" She walks a little closer to Sarah, standing nearby but not right at the girl's side.

«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls 3 vs TN 4 for "Sarah looking around":
1 3 4 = 1 Success

Jag pulls pretty much the same thing, except near the doors. If shit goes down and for some reason things begin to fall apart and the

girl bolts towards the mall - he wants to be inside already. Reacting to the guards at the door, the young ork turns around and blinks. "Holy

frag, what the shit is -that-!" he proclaims as steps backward towards the doors to the mall.

Growler continues his surveilance, getting one of the birds ready to dive through the open doors of the mall so he can watch from the inside.

Birds sneak into malls all the time.

«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls 1:
2

The three men look confused, quite understandably due to the spell. They turn and looks around. A SecureTek patrol car rolls into the

area and slows to a stop. A trio of armed security guards step out of the vehicle. They begin walking towards Haley, and Sarah.

«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Intelligence for "Hear the car Haley?":
2 2 2 3 4 4 4 9

Turning towards the sound of the wheels crunching on the ground Haley watches the officers approaching. She gives the lead guard a smile

as she says, "Hiya," stepping towards them. The guard looks to the disguised Haley and says, "Ma'am, if you'll excuse us a moment." He moves

forward getting ready to walk past Haley.

«Plot» Aeon says, "I'm gonna try to hide. I don't know if they're looking for me specifically but I'd rather not find out."
«Plot» Haley nods.

«Auto-Judge[]» Aeon (#9496) rolls Stealth:
1 2 3 5 17
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Negotiation vs TN 10 for "+2 Guard is suspicious, what Haley is going to suggest is harmful +4 T#":
3 5 5 5 8 8 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Negotiation vs TN 10 for "+2 Guard is suspicious, what Haley is going to suggest is harmful +4 T# KP 1/9":
1 3 3 4 5 7 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Negotiation vs TN 10 for "+2 Guard is suspicious, what Haley is going to suggest is harmful +4 T# KP 2/9":
1 1 2 4 4 5 = 0 Successes

Jag pauses between the two guards at the door to the mall and nearly (nearly) groans out-loud as the security car pulls up. He really has

no clue about what just happened, but his feigned 'man-on-the-street' interest matches his actual interest, so at least it's convincing. Man, he

hopes that those near the girl are able to play it off. Just in case, he watches the two door security out of the corners of his eyes.

"Oh, sorry," says Haley as the guard pushes her aside. Looking to the pair that follow him she suggests, "Shouldn't ya just sit back and

watch tha show, someone's doin' some sort of magic show for us."

The guard has nothing of Haley's suggestion the three stand next to Sarah and the one in the back steps forward saying, "Excuse us

ma'am, but we need to speak to you for a moment." The man speaking indicates the spell and says, "You've been identified as an awakened

individual, do you know anything about that?"

Aeon takes advantage of the cover provided by the dozens of cars around and ducks out of sight, preferring not to have to meet those security

goons if possible

«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls 4 for "Spot the sneaking tusker":
2 3 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls 4 for "Spot the sneaking tusker":
4 5 5 5

Jag's eyes flit between the three security 'harassing' Sarah and the first three men. "Aw shit!" He exclaims suddenly to the door guard

nearest him as he point towards the three men, "I just saw one of those three fraggers in the glowy shit pull a piece!"

«Plot» Haley says, "Yes Negotation for fast talk would be fine."
«Plot» Jag rolled 2,5,8 on the Etiquette, in case the dc made you miss it :)

«Auto-Judge[]» Jag (#6166) rolls Negotiation:
3 4 11 11

That's something security can grasp onto. When Jag mentions the weapon the guard at the door says, "Check the three men for weapons,"

into his mic. Sarah blinks at the guard and she says, "I am awakened," she pulls out her SIN and she says, "Here's my SIN. I didn't do that

though." Two of the three guards step quickly past Haley and Sarah to reach the three men, pulling weapons and saying, "On the ground, now!"

«Plot» Haley says, "Aeon, sustaining the spell still?"
«Plot» Aeon says, "yes!"
«Plot» Haley nods.

With the snub nosed submachine guns in their faces, the three men drop to the ground no questions asked. One of the guards holsters his

weapon and he moves down to none too gently frisk the men on the ground. He pulls out an Ares Predator from one of the men's jacket and asks,

"Got a registration card for that?"
A short SIN check later and the guard with Sarah says, "You are free to go." He pulls his mic from his lapel and he says, "Keep an eye

out, I think we got a Wizkid in the area."

The ork stands on his tippytoes near the door, doing his bit to look like a rubbernecker that totally engrossed in the excitement. He

even pulls out a cellphone and starts videotaping. "Aww sheet, mang. This' bettah than the trid!"

«Plot» Aeon says, "NOW i'm gonna drop the spell since they're all in custody. I don't have a sin to get in so I'm going to have to cast

invisibility to sneak past them :("

As Sarah begins to walk away Haley steps in behind her and she says, "Fraggin' goon squad, Oi tell ya." She slides her hands into her

pockets allowing the girl to head on her own way into the mall.

«Plot» Haley says, "Gopher it."

«Auto-Judge[]» Aeon (#9496) rolls Sorcery (Illusion) + 2 + Sorcery Pool: 4 vs TN 6 for "Improved invisibility. +2 dice for totem, +2 TN for

casting during the day":
1 2 3 3 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 7 = 1 Success

Jag grins over at the closest guard and starts jabbering. Annoyingly. "Bet joo weesh you deedin't have the boring job, eh omae? What's up

wid dat. Does guys get to ride in the leetle car all day. Prolly lissen to good tunes. See all the fine azz, ehmang?" He continues until it's

obvious that the guard is getting annoyed and wants nothing more than for the quickly jabbering ork to leave.

«Auto-Judge[]» Aeon (#9496) rolls Willpower + Sorcery Pool: 2 vs TN 3 for "Resisting Drain (Moderate)":
1 1 1 2 3 3 3 4 4 = 5 Successes

«Plot» Haley says, "OK you're invisible."
«Plot» Aeon says, "I'll also want to keep out of the line of sight of Sarah. She'll know something's up if she sees me surrounded by a spell

aura."

The birds continue to watch, keeping an eye out for anything else that might come up as an issue while everyone starts heading inside.

Sarah passes through the security check and into the mall. The door swings open to allow her past, giving plenty of time for one of

Growler's fine feathered friends to flit past.

Snapping her fingers Haley says, "Aw shoot, forgot somethin' in my car." She turns around and walks away from the security officers

heading back towards the van.

Commlink-Cookie> Haley says, "SIN registered to an elf, Oi won't pass as a human."

Jag 'gets bored' with watching the antics elswhere in the parking lot. Flipping his phone closed, he nods to the guard he was near -

hoping to hell that the dude is at the point where he's thrilled to see the ork leave. "Stay frosty, mang!" he offers with a friendly smile and

turns to head inside.

«Plot» Haley says, "Roll your SIN rating vs T# 2 please Jag."

«Auto-Judge[]» Jag (#6166) rolls UCAS-06166-000T9V-000825-8NJ (Harry RunningWolf) vs TN 2:
1 5 9 = 2 Successes

«Plot» Aeon says, "I'll wait for someone to be let in and try to invisibly sneak in behind them. Maybe I'll follow Jag inside"

«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls 2 vs TN 3:
1 5 = 1 Success

«Plot» Haley says, "You're clear Jag."

«Plot» Haley says, "+roll stealth please Aeon"

«Auto-Judge[]» Aeon (#9496) rolls Stealth:
2 3 5 5 8
«Plot» Haley says, "You can squeeze in with Jag."

The young ork shoves his hands in his pockets and strolls into the mall. Humming a tune he'd heard on the way over here, he makes a

mental note to look for new music, should Sarah hit an appropriate store. This was the first time that the young ork had even stepped foot in

such an upscale shopping 'environment', damn if he wasn't gonna make the most of it. -Stay cool, Ese- he mentally reminded himself, doing his

best to look bored.

Ah the mall, a wonderful place to be..if you're a teenaged girl with daddy's charge account. Sarah wanders through her whole grim goth

image ruined by the expression of excitement that shows on her face. She starts to walk over to the you-are-here kiosk. Looking over things, she

grins and then starts to skip towards a shoe store, her fingers wiggling as she moves along.

Aeon sneaks invisibly inside right behind Jag, hoping Haley can make it inside on her own. She heads for the most private area possible - looking

for a restroom or hallway or something - to become visible again

Climbing into the back of her van, Haley takes a seat on one of the stools that has been bolted to the floor. Peering into one of the

mirrors she begins to carefully peel off the mask that covers her face.

The little bird flutters up to the ceiling, catching hold of a banner hanging there and watches the girls progress and if she's garnered any more

'friends'.

«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls 3 + 2 vs TN 7 for "Magic Fingers!":
2 2 2 4 4 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls 3 + 2 vs TN 7 for "Magic Fingers! KP 1/3":
1 2 5 5 7 = 1 Success

Shoes. Go figure. Effin' jaina is bein' a girly girl. Jag walks past the shoe store and looks around for a storefront to linger outside

of a few spots down. He's well aware that he most likely stands out in this crowd specifically - so he's gonna have to do his best to stay on the

down low, one (if not two) steps ahead, and look totally lost. It just so happens that looking lost is a specialty of his, and the young

chiquita's total engrossment in the mall should help, he hopes.

«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls 3 + 3 vs TN 3 for "Soaking 3M Drain":
1 1 1 2 3 5 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls 3 + 3 vs TN 3 for "Soaking 3M Drain 2/3":
2 3 3 4 4 5 = 5 Successes

«Plot» Haley says, "Misrolled, but still drain soaked."

«Plot» Aeon says, "do I need to roll anything to get into the bathroom and make sure nobody's looking when I stop sustaining the spell?"

It seems that Sarah really isn't all that interested in shopping, she stops at the window and presses her face against it. Looking

around eagerly she wiggles her fingers, the dark rings around her eyes darkening a bit more.

«Plot» Haley says, "Not a problem, just pose away :)"

Aeon crawls into a bathroom stall (everyone knows the floors are cleaner in the ladies' room) and releases the spell, walking out again as if

nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. She washes her hands and heads back out to the mall proper

«Plot» Aeon says, "And, can I get back out in time to see Sarah trying to shoplift?"

«Plot» Haley says, "Roll perception please Jag."

«Auto-Judge[]» Jag (#6166) rolls Intelligence:
1 1 2 5 5

Commlink-Growler> Growler says, "She's doing some sort of mojo. No clue what, but it's gonna be trouble I'm sure."

«Plot-Page» (To: Jag) Haley says, "You're keeping an eye on Sarah and as she presses her face against the glass, you notice a pair of the

cutest black pumps lift off one of the displays and start to float across the store floor. You see Aeon coming out of the restroom."

Once the mask is peeled enough away to speak, Haley says to Jag over the phone, "She's working mojo. No idea what she's doin' yet Eyes

says." She begins wiping down her arms with alcohol coated cloth cleaning off the fake skin and revealing the coating of tattoo on her arms.

«Plot-Page» (To: Haley) Jag says, "The kid can do what she wants - Jag'll look around to see if anyone else has noticed, though."

«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls 3 for "I work here, this is where I work":
1 1 2

«Plot» Haley says, "Roll perception Aeon."

«Auto-Judge[]» Aeon (#9496) rolls Intelligence:
1 2 3 4 5

«Plot-Page» (To: Aeon) Haley says, "You see Sarah pressed against the glass of a shoe store. A pair of black pumps just floated out of the

door over the security scanners."

Aeon exits the bathroom, stuffing a synthpaper towel into her back pocket, seeing their target doing some magic. She casually leans up against

the wall of a nearby shop. She might have tried to dispel that if Sarah was in danger of getting caught, but nobody seems to notice.

«Watchfor» Smoke (#1419) just disconnected from the game.

«Watchfor» Smoke (#1419) just connected to the game.

Content with her new prize, Sarah steps away from the window and catches the shoes. She moves over and takes a seat next to a plastic

potted plant. She takes off her own shoes and slips on the pair of pumps. She then wiggles her fingers looking down at her own shoes.

Disguise removed, Haley climbs from the back of the van after changing jackets. She moves towards the door and pulls out her SIN for

scanning. She taps her foot looking at the guard saying, "C'mon John Law, run that scanna a little fasta. There's a sale on yaknow."

«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls UCAS-04416-000RWS-00082O-GHD (Hayley Fitzpatrick) vs TN 2 for "SIN check":
1 1 8 15 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls 2 vs TN 3 for "SIN check":
2 4 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls 3 + 5 vs TN 7 for "Magic Fingers!":
1 1 2 3 4 5 5 11 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls 3 vs TN 3 for "M Drain":
4 4 5 = 3 Successes

«Plot» Haley says, "Sarah takes a light drain"

«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls 3 for "I work here, this is where I work. Shoes are my life.":
1 2 5

Sarah's old shoes lift up off the floor and begin floating towards the store. They lift up over the security device and then lower back

down moving towards the display. One of the shop clerks looks over and blinks, not quite sure what she just saw.

«Plot-Page» (To: Jag) Haley says, "The shop clerk has noticed something is up and is heading in the direction of the floating shoes."

«Plot» Haley says, "The shop clerk moves to investigate the movement she saw."

«Plot-Page» (To: Haley) Jag says, "Jag's playing patient atm. Ready to act, but hoping Sarah or one of the others clues in. He'll start moving

slowly, just in case."

Aeon lets the clerk and Sarah go about their business. If the clerk was Awakened, she'd know what was up already, and Aeon somehow doubts it that

she'll send the used shoes off to get checked for astral signature. "Risky biz, chumette." She growls to herself but doesn't want to tip her hand

just yet

Once past the security, Haley looks around the mall, resting her knuckles on her hips. She gives a bright smile as she starts to make

her way through the crowd.

«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Intelligence for "Spot the team":
2 2 2 3 4 4 7 7

«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls 3 for "See the clerk?":
1 2 5

The shoes don't quite get back to the display, they fall flat on the floor and Sarah stands up. She starts walking quickly away from the

shoe store, her hands in the pockets of her jacket.

Jag starts to wander in the same general direction that Sarah is, still trying to stay ahead of her. He starts nodding and listening to

his cell. "Si, uh huh. Oh Yeah? Oh you don't say," is all that Haley gets on her end. His posture is casual and he uses the other shoppers to his

advantage. He's used to blending in on the streets and this isn't _that_ much different. In theory.

Shop(lifting) complete, Sarah makes a B-line towards the exit, keeping her pace quick but not in a flat run.

The bird quietly flitters from one spot to the next, just like a real bird would, keeping an eye on the five-finger discount girl.
Aeon does something similar as Jag, pretending to look at the displays and store windows but keeping Sarah in view. She lags back a good

distance, reaching for her phone to dial Haley but gets a busy signal. "Frag." She waits and watches if the security checks SINs and receipts on

the way out

The ork slows and stops once he's between the shoe store and the mall exit. He lets Sarah get some distance and elects to instead keep an

eye on the store's employee, to see how she reacts to the shoe's sudden drop.

Commlink-Cookie> Haley says, "Looks like she's on the move out."

The clerk picks up the shoes off the floor and inspects them. She then looks at the displays and her expression lights up. She rushes

towards the counter.

Flicking over on her phone, Haley says, "Hiya," having picked up on the caller ID. She says, "Looks like the girl is leavin'."

Aeon speaks into her phone. "I se- wait a tic." She sees the clerk running for the counter. Proboably a panicbutton under there. "DREK." she

prepares to cast another spell to distract the clerk and make sure she doesn't alert anyone just yet

Quickly pulls the AnnoyingAsFuckDudeOnCellphone, "Hey you!" He shouts from outside the store at the retreating employee, "HEY! Yo! Don'

joo fuckin' move! I theenk them are the shoe my seeestar wanted me to buy her!"

Aeon stops casting before she really starts, letting Jag work his own type of magic on the clerk "Nevermind. Didja see what happened or were ya

late t' the party puttin' on yer makeup?

It doesn't take much to stop a shop clerk from moving. It helps that in this case it's a rather large ork. Eyes widen as she sees Jag

bustling into the shop, "Excuse me?"

Jag holds a 'Hang on, Wait' finger towards the employee, now that he has her attention. He continues to jabber nonsense into the phone.

Sports scores, something about having to pick his sister up from practice, something about some damn stupid shoes. He looks towards the employe

and nods, then sighs, "Yeah mom, yeah .. ok, hold on. Hold on, I got this theeng here. Moom, c'mon."

"Story of my life hon, Oi didn't expect us ta be goin' inta a mall, its been a long, long time since Oi was her age," says Haley as she

watches Sarah depart the mall.

Caught in the eternal loop of but-but-but and 'the customer is always right' the clerk remains in place looking impatiently at Jag,

"I.." finger up, "But," pause while the customer is on the phone.

«Plot» Haley says, "Growler, perception please."

«Auto-Judge[]» Growler (#8013) rolls Intelligence:
2 3 3 3 3 3 4 11

«Plot-Page» (To: Growler) Haley says, "Looks like while the one guy was detained by security his two friends were left alone. One of them is

lingering around Sarah's car."

The bird inside makes a dart for the door as the girl makes her beeline. The man controling it switches to another one still sitting outside,

spotting trouble lingering outside.

Commlink-Growler> Growler says, "Looks like they only took the goon with the gun. The other two are hanging out near her car. Probably looking to

kidnap her."
Aeon speaks again into her phone "She tried t' uh…look't too close at some shoes. Shopkeep noticed, now she's hoofin' it out th' door. Jag's

keepin' alarms from goin' off." She explains the situation "She's leavin' now though."

Commlink-Cookie> Haley says, "On the way."

Click, conference call, "We got trouble outside at her car," says Haley. Speaking now to both Aeon and Jag she says, "Two of the goons

are left."

Aeon growls again and walks quickly for the exit "Drek. This has been two close calls already, d'we need a third? We gotta get out there n' take

those boys out 'fore she makes it to her car! J-man, get th' frag outta that store already!"

Jag takes a few steps towards the clerk and pulls out a credstick. He nods -at- the phone then sighs and cradles it to his chest. Leaning

in close, the broadshouldered ork nods at the shoes. "Yep." Then at the girl (and her nametag if she has one). "Yep." Narrowing his eyes, he

gives the girl a stern (scary?) look, and grunts. "Lissen chica, my baby seester want -dem- shoes." He points a large brown finger at the shoes

for emphasis. "If dey on sale fine, if they 'spensive, fine. But she say she'll die eef she don' get dem .. an' I don't wanna deal with her

bullshit. Scan? I'll be right back. -Hold- dem for me. I be right back." Enable crazy eyes. "You scan?"

The ork flashes a happy smile before the girl answers and says, "Thanks!". Back on the phone, he quick walks towards the door.

«Plot» Haley says, "OK, Haley is heading to the car, Aeon is out behind her. Jag is bringing up the rear."
«Plot» Haley says, "Aeon what are you doing."

«Plot» Aeon says, "Well I don't want to cast anything, but I highly doubt I can make it to the car out ahead of our Target. If I summon a

spirit will it draw attention to me? For now I'll just jog after her"
«Plot» Haley says, "OK< Jag?"
«Plot» Jag is walking quickly towards the exit while still on the phone with an 'Oh shit I left my dog in the Oven, brb' look on his face.
«Plot» Haley says, "Haha okay, that works then."

«Auto-Judge[]» Aeon (#9496) has the Attribute Quickness with the value '5'.
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Negotiation vs TN 6 for "Fast Talk Goon A +2 suspicious":
1 1 2 3 4 5 = 0 Successes

Upon arriving at the car, Haley gives the men a bright smile and she says to the larger of the pair, "Hiya hon, Oi was wonderin' if ya

could help me. Oi locked my keys in my car and Oi needed to see if somebody could help me unlock it." The guy smirks at her and says, "Bug off ya

slottin' keeb, get a locksmith."

Aeon arrives not long after, sneakers untied. She tries the only thing she knows that might move the goons off of that car. K-E high threat

security.

«Auto-Judge[]» Aeon (#9496) rolls Sorcery (Illusion) + 2 + Sorcery Pool: 3 vs TN 4 for "Making a Trid Phantasm of a heavily armed and armored

KE cop":
1 2 2 2 2 2 2 4 4 5 5 = 4 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Aeon (#9496) rolls Willpower + Sorcery Pool: 3 vs TN 3 for "Resisting drain (Deadly)":
1 1 2 2 2 4 5 7 9 9 = 5 Successes

«Plot» Aeon says, "Looks like my spell fizzles and I take a Light wound T_T"
«Plot» Aeon says, "of stun."
«Plot» Haley says, "Re roll with the proper TN for the spell cast."

«Auto-Judge[]» Aeon (#9496) rolls Sorcery (Illusion) + 2 + Sorcery Pool: 3 vs TN 6 for "Retrying to make that spell work":
1 2 2 3 3 4 4 4 5 7 10 = 2 Successes

Aeon creates the illusion of a human in mil-spec armor with Knight Errant logos and carrying a light machinegun towards the pair of goons. Aeon

herself mutters "Move along, chummers, nothin' to see here."

The guys blink as the officer walks up to them. They step back away looking at the armor and one ays, "Hey, null sheen man, we're

fading." Grabbing the other one by the arm he says, "Lets get the frag out of here."

Jag snags a warm, mostly empty McHughs soda that some snotnose left sitting -on top- of the proper refuse container on his way out of the

mall. As he passes by the door security, he tilts the soda in the direction of his 'friend' from earlier and heads straight out into the parking

lot. His eyes take in the immediate situation. Sarah. Thugs on Sarah's car. Scratch that, Haley's talking to the thugs. Most likely Dead,

hamstrung, dessicated and used as window ornaments thugs dressed in tutus. And oh yeh. Some -serious- ass scary KE dude with a machine gun.

Jag left-faces and walks down to the next parking aisle over.

Aeon sighs with relief and hopes she didn't make too much of a scene with that. She stops sustaining the Phantasm and goes about trying to erase

her astral signature from the parking lot. Less evidence less behind, the better.

Blinking as the men rush past her, Sarah fishes for the keys to her Jackrabit. She opens the door and climbs in, firing up the engine.

She takes a few minutes as she recasts the spell that altered her clothing before. From Gothic queen to corporate princess. It takes her a little

time to get the spell to take hold.

RUHduhduhduhDUH duh duh … duh .. splutter. "Ocho ochenta! Whaddefuk." RUHDUHDUHduhduh… DuhDuhdum. The Scorpion growls into life

moments after Jag gets back to it.

The birds flitter about, all but one returning the van as Sarah manages to get back to her car safely. The last bird resumes it's perch on her

car and clings on for when she takes off. Well, all the shit tried tog o down, but thanks to the quick thinking of the other team members and his

spotting the issues as they came up all seems to have gone well. And on the way they go to make sure she goes home!

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