GM: Musara
Players: Dean, West, Dane.
Synopsis: The group was hired to get a set of troll eyes from a pawn shop in a mall like district
Date: Mar 30. 2071
«Plot» Musara says, "Before we start this is a player run plot hosted by Musara, I wish to present a storyline for you all and hope all of you survive. I do not plan on killing your characters, it's just dice suck sometimes. I need consent for doing what the dice tell me to do, and hope for the best."
«Plot» West says, "Good here."
«Plot» Dean says, "Okay by me"
«Plot» Dane bows to the will of the dice and their man with the plan.
Calls/emails head out througout the shadows calling specifically upon people for a job. Many calls go out and a few seem to reply, seems how this usually works. The call is something about Bioware and there's a pretty decent sum of cash up for the group for the job. Rumor has it that the person to see will be showing up at The Cool Cat around noon he will be decently noticed by his white suit, oogling one of the ladies there that happen to be working if not talking to her, along with his cigar of choice, with a deep burgundy wine.
«OOC» Musara says, "Yes, And the time is noon, today."
Dane shows up in his Armante and Mortimer by London look, entering into the familiar club. He has his gloves on and his headband, both black right now, and he is not for saying too much, other than mingling through the crowd and heading toward the intended person. If they are even here.
Ah, the Cool Cat. West knows it well. And, thank Christ, it's in the CAS Sector, so he doesn't need to spend eight months with a fixer before managing to get there. He does, however, need to change into a sweet-ass suit, which he does shortly after getting the call and confirmation from Nikolai Sokolov, fixer to the stars. Or the scum, depending on who you ask. And, on the basis that it's always better to be prepared, he heads out from the Crank with his sea bag slung over one shoulder, a common sight for good Dwyre, putting the heavy shit away in his smuggler's compartment and driving on in. Once through the door, he'll keep an eye out for the white suit with the roving eye, and then head on over.
Dean saunters into the place, he's been here before. Wore his Parisian shirt under the black leather. Current style being a high-stiff collar, 3 tiny buttons at the throat, which he leaves undone. Party casual. Grabs himself a bourbon and cola, blows smoke out his nostrils. Where's the man?
The man sits at a table near the stage, the female worker sitting with him rather closely. The man has some sort of connection with the bar, but for those that have the occaisional visit probably haven't seen him much. He has his hands wandering on the ladies leg, kinda one of those rich sleazeballs. He takes a puff from his stogie and blows the thick smoke like a traveling cloud seeking out the lungs of everyone else in the club. The band is playing a jazzy like tune and the voice of a troll rumbles through the club, but for those that look to the stage, is nothing but an elf standing at the mic. "T'was a colorful night, with a fog so racist you could barely see the insane asylum in front of your teddy bear.." talk about imagination. The J waves the group over towards the table and bows "Siddown, siddown.. No need to waste times on telling me who you are, I know why you are here." The man's voice is choppy from the smoke intake, despite looking like he had the money to fix it. "How's this show?"
Dane seems to spend a moment paying close attention to the woman and how she feels about being felt up about this fellow. He uses his empathy to try to discern her body language. But, then he looks to the fellow that hired em, and then he takes a seat as told to do. He just nods. Dane is short on words, always has been… probably always will be. He saves the vocal energies, mano.
Dean scans the surrounds, scoping for ladies first, trouble second. Even paranoia deserves a holiday now and then. He's enjoying the music, wondering who's playing. Giving a nod to all, offering a handshake to the J, if he looks amenable to it. "Hoi. Show's… colourful, I'd say. Love jazz." Dean takes in the others as much as the Johnson. What kind o' hoopfrag will it be this time?
«Auto-Judge[]» Dane (#337) rolls Empathy (to Musara):
2 3 3 5 9
"Great," is West's response, though that neutrally, naturally malicious face of his might suggest it's anything but. Then again, he may just be unaware of which show's being discussed; his eyes aren't on the sweatermeat nor the band on the stage. As introductions seem unnecessary, he doesn't bother with one, flicking his eyes over the other members of the coyote crew that have arrived before, following Herr Johnson's example, he lights himself a cigarette from a pack of Maverick menthols dragged out of an interior pocket.
«Plot-Page» (To: Dane) Musara says, "She appears to enjoy his "company""
Dane seems to be more at ease after a moment of processing things, doing a small shoulder roll before looking over the rest who seat down here.
Dean gives an almost imperceptible sort of wink-inverse-nod combo at the look from Dane. I know this guy?
The man nods with a hand out "He's good but I'm not here for the show" he points to the stage, "Either way, I have a job I'm sure you've heard. I need you guys to steal something back for me It should be at the mall by now" he pulls up a pocsec and slides it over to the group while not focusing too much off from the band. "Inside is a store, K&R something.. I forget all too well, but it's easily noticeable they should have a box which is going to go on sale sometime soon back in their store room Inside should be some eyes" he leans over and gives the screen a flick switching the image to a pair of polished eyes "They stole them from a buddy of mine and we need them back." he takes a large puff off the cigar and nods
About this time the singer finishes his song with people applauding "Oh.. I almost forgot, you need to take him with you, he hasn't done too well by the boss, and he needs to watch you guys to learn how it's done and maybe he will learn something, I'll give you 20K each for this job"
Glass tinkling with ice in one hand, cigarette dangling from his lips, Dean digests the data, synapses quadruple-lubricated by the synthohol/caffeine/sugar/nicotine combo, music smoothing it out. Till it ends, all too abruptly. "We're babysitting and snatching? That's two jobs in one, omae. Not to disrespect, but that's a bad idea. Maybe we can give him night classes or something?" Dean asks, just to frag with Mr J.
Dane was a bit satisfied with everything until they heard that they were supposed to take along a guy who 'doesn't do too well'. He frowns then, but then looks to the rest of the party, almost with that look like he wants to interject with something, reaching to the table and rubbing a gloved finger over the warm surface a bit, but then he retracts the motion and rests his hands back down very slowly in his lap, clasped and listens for Mister Dean's answer.
"So, just to clarify," West begins, his own pocsec removed from his pocket, the screen unlocked, and notes starting to be taken. "You need us to break into a store in the mall - K&R something - and steal this box containing eyes back. We also have to take a tourist with us, which, I assume, is the singer?" His head cocks a little, eyes narrowing slightly. "Where's this mall? What level of security zone? Corporate, or is it rentacops?" A sideways glance flickers to Dean after his questions are asked, and then he tacks on a couple more: "And what's this moffie we're dragging about do, other than fuck up, apparently?"
The guy nods "Well he has the knowhow on doing stuff mostly locks and getting into locked doors, he is decent with a gun to if it's all that needed, but he just hasn't done too well in his past things, it's more of a lesson for him to see where he is mistaken. As for security it's just a crappy rentacop mall, I'm surprised it hasn't went out of business with the newer stores around.
Dean listens intently, eyes focusing on the retreating form of the singer, taking his measure. 'Racist fog you can't see past yer teddy bear', huh? Yeah, this scrub sounds like a real winner. There's the hoopfrag. Number one, at any rate. He decides he like the cut of his new partners' gibs at least. Thank the Great Ghu-Ga Muh-Ga for small favours…
Dane listens to this and then says softly, finally speaking for the first time this whole while. His voice is smooth with a slight bit of accent that fits it rather well, making him sound almost as suave as his suit, "Hmm, would you be able to throw in the floorplans for the mall as well as viable jackpoints to go along with your 20k offer, please?" Dane is very polite. Yes he is!
West nods, "Right. Rentacops. Surrounding area, though. Are we talking an A-zone, a B-zone, a C-zone? D? I'd love it if you told me it was an E. Trying to get an idea of how long it'll take for Lone Star to be sniffing around if we happen to trip something - silent alarm, somebody manages to get to a PanicButton, something along those lines."
«Plot-Page» (To: Musara) Dane says, "That was a test, but the IC thing is, I'm trying to negotiate for all that stuff to be on hand, if that is acceptable. I got a skill."
«Auto-Judge[]» Dane (#337) rolls Negotiation for "Dun dun dun!":
3 3 5 5 17
The guy shakes his head "It's not no top grade security, if anything I would say D, There might be some calls but the star and KE probably won't bother with the worry" he turns to Dane "Oh sure, sorry with all the nova- er.. burgundy I'm not thinking too straight" he slides over a chip for a pocsec including the complete floorplan of the Mall "they have a cybercafe in the mall that I know of though you'd have to be careful about being seen, don't know about the surrounding area though"
«Auto-Judge[]» Dane (#337) rolls 1 for "Odd Dean, Even West.":
4
Dane takes the chip and then slides it into a royal blue poc-sec and downloads all the info onto it before sliding the chip out and then passing it on to the next person, West. And, then he goes about reviewing and reading and nods slightly. "Tis fine, thank you." he says in soft accented voice.
"Worried 'bout being seen?" West echoes, brows knitting together in an expression of confusion. "Is it open twenty-four seven or something like that? If it's a D-zone, I'd say just smash our way in, run our little feet towards the store, smash our way into that, and smash whatever else we need to smash to get to the eyes. We're fast enough, it shouldn't be an issue, and rentacops…" His broad shoulders rise in an indifferent shrug. As the chip's passed to him, he slots it into his pocsec, eyeing it over for several long moments before duly passing it along to Dean.
The guy shrugs "You can do how you like, though I would assume enough people complain then the Star or KE might show up."
Holding off looking at the data, Dean says, "Who's this guy to your organization? Can we waste him if he frags us around? Or at least hog-tie the sumbitch?" Not really expecting a straight answer, he plows through any interruptions. "If we're gonna play nurse-maid to this scuzz, I want 40k in clean paperwork, can you make that happen?" Eyes twinkling, like hard, artificial diamonds, tinted blue by the light.
Dane says softly, "I doubt we need to smash, but a casual entry and the rent-a-cops are likely not going to be in the stores but out in the halls, so that gives you something with which to work, and cameras can be adjust…" he pauses as he hears Dean's asking for 40k. He goes completely silent, then.
«OOC» Musara says, "Roll Negotiation Dean."
West's eyes arch a little at Dean, but other than a brief upwards twitch at the corners of his mouth, he doesn't say anything on the issue of payment. Instead, his attention turns towards Dane, those broad shoulders shrugging again. "Simply throwing it out there. If there's a reason why a fast smash-and-grab won't work, mate, that's no skin off mine. And quiet's always better. Simply trying to get a notion of how quiet we need to be. If it's genuinely D? I think we'll be just fine as far as attracting Star."
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Etiquette (Street):
1 4 4 5 5 5
The man shrugs "Well you got gut to ask for 40K, I'm sorry but 60K is alot for what I'm asking, I could raise you 5K more at most because that's an additional 15K I wasn't willing to Dish out, but I understand having to take care of someone incompetent." the man sighs not wanting to really give up the money.
Dane interjects, "But I think you know we'll be worth every red nuyen." Yay, he's winging.
Dean lets it ride, looking down at the pocsec. Nice colour.
"Very well," West answers, snapping his pocsec shut. "Is your friend ready to go tonight?"
Dane stays quiet and looks around at the others, he is pretty much ready to go.
The Elf who hadn't talked much since clears his throat and a deep growl of a voice comes through "I'm ready tonight yes" Odd thing to hear from something that seemed as frail as him. He looks to the J with a slight glare hating that he has to go as a "tourist" on a run.
The man nods "Well go ahead and head out however you'd like, I'll be spending all day here while this shift is in session"
Dane stands up and then bows slightly in what looks like the practiced in Japanese culture, even though he is a gaijin, definitely. Then, he pushes in his chair before nodding to his new comrades. "Shall we go? I have my car outside right now, if anyone needs a ride. Though, it might be a wise idea to take more than one, in case anyone somehow gets put down and cannot drive."
Dane says "Their own vehicle. And you're all running. I mean."
Dean gives the elf a closer once-over, not knowing what to make of the guy. Maglock unlocker and shooter, huh? Curious voice. He taps out a cigarette, offers one to the newest member. "Sorry if we got off on the wrong foot, omae. This can't be any better for you than the rest of us. What do I call ya? I'm Dean." Holding out the paper packet, one smoke jutting out.
Dean says "Got my ride outside, newguy? (addressing the elf)"
West likewises stands, putting his cigarette out in the ashtray on the table. He doesn't bow, though he, too, is also clearly a gaijin. Maybe just not one schooled in Japanese culture. He doesn't even nod. Instead, he looks to Dane and Dean, and, while he's at it, their elven companion. "I've got my own wheels," he announces. "I suggest make this a nocturnal gig. Wouldn't hurt to go take a look at the site now, though. Have a little stroll around, see what's what."
Dean says "Yes indeed, let's us all go shoppin'."
The elf looks like he had went through the rum wash, dried with a dose of burn, and hung out on the line of novacoke to dry. The Elf is in good health so his actions seem, it's just his look. He takes a cig and nods to the man "Well you can call me Pick" He lights the Smoke and takes a large drag.
"A pleasure, Pick. Ready to roll?" He lights another for himself, he's got time, showtime ain't till tonight. "Fellas? To the mall?"
"Yes," is West's answer as he starts to turn. "And I'd suggest everyone hopping on 143.77, encryption key 'tourist', so that we don't all have to stick together and look like Bear Force One's day out as we wander through." And, with that, he starts to make his way out towards the parked 3220, as it doesn't seem as though anyone needed a ride.
"Yes, but I think we might be able to do it better with matrix cover if we do it during the day. At night, if the stores are closed, we have none of the crowd cover. But, we can discuss this on… yes." Dane says softly and then goes ahead and fixes his comm and heads out to get to his LS Ford Americar, which is actually colored to look normalish.
Like, Black. Just black.
The guy nods and takes his own car, a P1, Patrol turned Civilian Model, helps some for the getaways. He drives off following the group, knowing if he ever want's to go again he needs to take this job. So he embarks out taking a different route to get to the said mall from everyone else.
"Heh. Bear Force One." Dean chuckles to himself. Heads off to his bike outside with a nod to the Johnson. "Good to meetchya, see ya on the flipside." Then walks out, flicking his cigarette butt into the parking lot.
«TIMESKIP»
The mall is a U-shaped building with multiple doors located around for multiple entrances. According to the Floorplan K&R Pawn is located on the Eastern wing, above some fancy-shmancy clothes shop. The outside has a few plants to try and keep it looking like it's alive.
West maneuvers his trendy lil' 3220 into a parking space and, hey, whaddayaknow, he's changed on the way over. Jeans and a casual shirt. Jacket. Fits right in with your average shopping-type crowd, moreso than a suit, at any rate. He leaves the artillery safely ensconced in his smuggling compartments, as he's not sure if the joint has MAD scanners at the doors or not just yet. One of many things to find out. Flicking away the spent butt of his cigarette, he starts to make his way inside - eyes roving for security measures.
Dean watches West enter the mall from up the way in the corner of the lot by the road. Bikes are good fer something, weaving through traffic lets him beat the crush of lunchtime goers. Buzzes West after the man's entered the mall. "Any sign of MAD, my man?" Muttering into his headset, swigging a drink of water from the underseat storage on his bike. It's unpleasantly warm, making him form a look of distaste.
Dane stops to pick up the cig end that Dean just threw down. He finds a bin and tosses it in there, and then he gets into his vehicle. He pilots it hands free with the awesome datajack port while he hooks the other end of his splitter cable into his poc-sec and then he reviews the info again mentally, with the ability that having direct access to electronic data gives, and then unjacks from that to jack into his comm and speak to the other peoples.
«Plot» West says, "Need a Perception roll, by the way?"
«OOC» Musara says, "Sure"
«Auto-Judge[]» West (#11410) rolls Intelligence for "Vision Mag 3, Thermo, Low-Light, Hearing Amp.":
1 5 5 5 5 5 9 11
Commlink-West> West says, "Still looking."
Commlink-Joseph> Dane says, "What do you guys think of doing this by day when we have effective crowd cover? Then, causing mayhem in the physical world via matrix before y'all do your thing while we have the cameras fixed up nice and neat?"
«Plot-Page» (To: West) Musara says, "There are MAD's but they appear to be store related some stores have them, some don't."
Commlink-Dean> Dean says, "I dunno, maybe better if you matrix it up while we scout?"
Commlink-West> West says, "I think if they have tridcam coverage, I'd prefer my face not be on it, and a ski mask is much less noticeable when no one else is around. Also, no MADs at main entrance; some individual stores have them, some do not."
Commlink-Dean> Dean says, "Alright, thanks."
Commlink-Dean> Dean says, "What do you think Dane? You wanted to do some Matrix work, right?"
Commlink-Joseph> Dane says, "Could make the trid cams not happen at all likely. But, you do have a point there about ski masks. Only problem is, you'll be seen by the guards easier without mingling in a crowd, and I rather we not kill people, especially those guys. They're just doing their job. And, I can, if needed."
West wanders his way through the mall, looking as much like a shopper as any man of his particular disposition can - which is to say, not at all. When he needs to buy something, he goes in and buys it, seemingly lacking the feminine genes that require him to stop at every goddamn store and every goddamn rack in said store on the off-chance there's something he'll like. Nope. Instead, he just strolls along, hands in his pockets, keeping an eye out for the rentacops to get a look at one, if possible, as he heads for the target pawn shop. Time to scope that out.
Commlink-Joseph> Dane says, "Perhaps, if you guys go in at night and do the ski mask thing, I can cause a distraction elsewhere that will attract their attentions."
Commlink-West> West says, "They're doing their job. I'll be doing mine. World works that way sometimes. If you can guarantee me zero trid exposure, I'll consider daytime. I'm not guaranteeing you zero kills, though."
Commlink-Joseph> Dane says, "Why not? Use Gel. They're just mall shop cops."
Commlink-Dean> Dean says, "Who can guarantee anything? Lowest exposure is best. Leave it at that."
Commlink-West> West says, "Mall shop cops with memories. Hard for a mage to pick a face out of someone's brain if it's not in their head any longer."
Commlink-Dean> Dean says, "Who knows what Pick'll do anyway? Maybe he likes his twin SMG's or whatever."
Commlink-Dean> Dean says, "Dane, I say let's work at keeping the guards off our backs. Make it a moot point."
«Auto-Judge[]» Dane (#337) has the PC Note "All in the Name" by Dane (#337) with the following information:
----------—[ Shadowrun Denver ]-
==========================> PC Note On Dane (#337) <===========================
Date: Thu Mar 10 05:59:21 2011
Posted By: Dane (#337)
Subject: All in the Name
------> Text of PC Note <-----—-
Dane never goes by his real name. Whenever he introduces himself, it is always with his fake SIN first name, "Joseph". Those who use his login name are incorrect in their roleplay unless an NPC of mine or staff calls him Dane.
You paged West with 'They have Cam but it's within the building more like older systems.'.
West pages: Does it look like it's able to be manipulated from the 'trix?
You paged West with 'As far as you can tell it seems like it's just within this building.'.
Commlink-West> West says, "Tridcam system's older than Lofwyr's dick, far as I can tell. May not even have 'trix access."
Commlink-Joseph> Dane says, "You all ever get shot, know how that feels? Karma comes around in a very bad way. I won't work with killers when it's not necessary. You will wear ski masks and you won't have anything to ID you if you play it smart. And, I'll do what I can to keep them off your back. Just load some god damn gel. (The voice is actually electronic, being transduced. But, it still sounds irritated.)"
Commlink-Joseph> Dane says, "Then I'll have to be inside and jack it from there."
Commlink-Dean> Dean says, "Can't load gels, won't work in my hardware. But /I'm/ with you on the ski masks, put the fear in 'm, if we're seen. Better just to be quick about it. In and out."
Commlink-West> West doesn't respond.
West continues to make his way towards the store they're targeting; he's gotta be getting pretty close to it at some point here. It's a big mall, but he's not really window shopping. And he's still keeping an eye out for security guards.
Dean wanders the mall, buying some fruit juice in a bottle. Ahhh, much better. Takes a look at some displays, buys a carton of smokes, a bathrobe with steaming coffee mugs on it. Talking under his breath into his headset , like it's a personal call.
Dane eventually makes it to a place that has a public telecom access, and he tries to connect to the Mall LTG. This is outside the mall right now.
«Plot-Page» (To: Musara) West is walking to the store, looking for security guards, and then going inside the store to check out its internal security while pretending to browse about.
«Plot-Page» (To: Musara) Dane is going to scope the LTG without hacking just yet, then might try some deeper stuff, after logging off and logging back in (but with cloaking up and all that good deckery stuffs).
Commlink-Dean> Dean says, "You guys there? Busy?"
«OOC» Musara says, "All of you roll Security skills if you have them."
«Auto-Judge[]» Dane (#337) rolls Security Systems:
1 4 4 5 7
«Auto-Judge[]» Dane (#337) rolls Security Tactics:
1 2 2 2 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Dane (#337) rolls Police Tactics for ":D":
2 2 2 8 14
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Tactics BG:
2 3 4 5 7
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Security BG:
1 1 2 5 7
«Auto-Judge[]» West (#11410) rolls Pirate Tactics (Boarding):
3 5 5 9
«Auto-Judge[]» Dane (#337) rolls Leadership for "TACTICZ":
2 2 3 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Tactics BG (SAS):
3 4 4 4 4 4 7
«Plot-Page» (To: Dane) Musara says, "You know that places like this tend to get more secure at night, so the crowd cover would probably help, more eyes, but less people paying attention."
«Plot-Page» (To: Dean) Musara says, "You know that places like this tend to get more secure at night."
Commlink-Dean> Dean says, "Maybe Dane's got a good point. This joint'll prob'ly be buttoned down tight at night. Daytime, we got all the shoppers they /have/ to let in."
Commlink-Dean> Dean says, "I'm gonna scan the place directly, unless you're in front of it West…?"
«Plot-Page» (To: West) Musara says, "You know that the seas below might be dangerous, it's possible to swing from one balcony to the other from hanging ornaments, though it's a little obvious.. Oh and it's probably more dangerous at night due to more security."
Commlink-Dean> Dean says, "Yeah, Joe has a point, I mean."
Commlink-West> West says, "There'll be more security at night, yeah. Need our resident nonlethalist to cross his heart and hope to die that he can actually keep shit off the trid if we're moving during the day."
Commlink-Dean> Dean says, "We can come back later or tomorrow, if we want, no? Do the mask thing in broad daylight. Or custodians in filter masks, 'spraying bugs' in the back of the store, at mall manager's orders."
Commlink-Dean> Dean says, "Joseph, think you could input a 'routine spray'?"
Commlink-Joseph> Dane says, "Possibly, are we down with that? I am pretty sure I can keep everything square on the matrix side. I'll pour my soul into it."
Commlink-Joseph> Dane says, "You guys figure out how you wanna do it, and I'll do it on this side."
Commlink-Dean> Dean says, "West, what do you say about being a bug man for the afternoon?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Musara (#730) rolls 1 for "If it breaks 6 There are stores here where you can buy masks and coveralls.":
4
Dean heads into the pawn shop, at some point when it looks clear, and his compadres are about other biz. Approaching whoever's helping customers, "Hoi, I'm looking into a new home sound system, whatcha got in the way of speakers, my man?" Eying the place for MAD, scoping cameras, the works. How many employees?
«OOC» Musara says, "perception!"
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Intelligence:
1 2 3 3 4 4 9 10
"Can I talk to the manager please, chummer? I'd like to see what he'll give me for my old simdeck, don't really use it anymore, had to get the jack taken out when it got outa hand. 'Ya know what I mean?" Dean asks, polite, but informal. Checking to see how many in the back, if possible.
The guy finds his way out from the storeroom behind the counter, the door is setup with a maglock which seems to be reinforced. Something the guy paid for since it is stronger than what appears everywhere else. He looks "home theaters?" he looks around "Well we don't have many people coming in here bringing them, but I do have one in back that's about to go out on floor, older though, should be about a few hundred when it goes out though. Mostly we got computer stuff in right now, I can intrest you in this new trix-oriented shell. It's one of the newest models and can go through the trix like nothing before, if you game it can do much more than game even with the experience you get…
West has cleared out of the pawn shop prior to Dean moving in, so that there's not a shadowrunner pile up, though he didn't show nearly as much interest in a home theater system. Currently? He's several storefronts down, buying himself a soypretzel.
"Can't do the trix ware, omae. Like I said, had the warez taken out a while back. Might be interested in that older sound system though. And I /would/ like to talk to the manager about my old simdeck, when he gets a free moment." Dean says, putting his two full shopping bags on the counter.
The Elf man had been wandering around the store listening over comms while browsing stores.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Corporate BG for "to sound a bit more formal, prissy even.":
4 5 10
The man looks "I'm the Manager, but I don't know if I can do much with decks, we have a few right now that aren't going anywhere. I think before too long we might be going out of business."
"Sorry to hear that, sir. Sorry about the mistaken identity. I wasn't sure, is all. Well what about that sound system, can I take a look at it? I don't need anything too fancy, just got a new position, and a new bachelor studio." Dean says, beaming with pride.
«OOC» Musara says, "And you have about.. 2:10 roughly remaining"
«Auto-Judge[]» Dane (#337) rolls Disguise for "+4 for a poly mask.":
1 1 3 5 7
«Auto-Judge[]» Dane (#337) rolls Fashion for " :P":
1 1 3 4 9
Commlink-Dean> Dean says, "West, you want to head out somewhere not too far, get 4 sets of coveralls, masks, and a couple toolkits and garden bug sprayers?"
Commlink-West> West says, "Sure."
Commlink-Joseph> Dane says, "I don't need one, I'll be matrix cover."
«Plot» Dane will use his disguise stuff to create a TN11 disguise. And, to look like a normal every day shopping fellow. I wanna go to the cafe and try to do scoping of the matrix systems from there. I wanna be able to not draw attention to myself, though, but I'm not quite sure how I'd connect in there. Are there telecoms all over?
West shakes his head slightly as his soypretzel feast is interrupted, continuing to chomp away as he makes his way back down to the first level of the mall, and, from thence, back out to the parking lot. He's still chewing as he punches the keyless entry system on his Honda, slinging himself behind the wheel and punching up the autonav. A quick search for 'hardware store' later, and he's zooming the low-slung black coupe off to buy a bunch of shit in order to look like some sort of bugman, if he's heard the plan right.
«OOC» Musara says, "I'll say 70 =Y= for the clothes. Toolboxes would be a bit more 100 for a decent set. It's per person, And Dane is hacking and doesn't need to look like the group so 170 =Y= each per person. They don't have any armor value to the suits, and the toolkits are basic tools."
«OOC» Musara says, "The elf spends 170"
«Auto-Judge[]» West (#11410) spends 340 nuyen for "Disguise.".
«Plot-Page» (To: Dane) Musara says, "Make me a list of what you plan on doing"
«Auto-Judge[]» Dane (#337) rolls Stealth for "Being Elusive.":
1 1 2 3 4 4 5 7
«Auto-Judge[]» Dane (#337) rolls Stealth for "Being Elusive. KP1 :D":
2 2 2 3 4 4 5 7
«Auto-Judge[]» Dane (#337) rolls Stealth for "Being Elusive. KP3 :D":
1 1 3 4 4 4 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Dane (#337) rolls Stealth for "Being Elusive. KP6 :D":
1 1 2 2 2 3 5 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Musara (#730) rolls 4:
1 4 8 9
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Intelligence:
2 2 2 3 3 4 5 7
Commlink-Joseph> Dane loves splitter cables and uses them often, thus transducing to the others while he is jacking into the cafe telecom, "I'm in the cafe at the moment, checking out the trix side. When do you want me to schedule this appointment?"
From afar, Dane has a novatech hyperdeck with 6 mpcp, 6 bod, 1 evasion, 6 masking, 5 sensor, 4 hardening, 12000 mp, 12000 mp storage, 240 i/o, and RI 1.
Commlink-West> West says, "I dunno. Ten minutes after we change, I guess."
The elf had went outside to wait on West, where he would get ready to change into uniform outside somewhere. The man was seeming a bit out of it as if he wasn't paying attention too much.
Dean wraps things up with the manager of the pawn shop, getting as much intel as he can, regarding security, cameras, and staff. He scans for guards and the best firepoints and escape routes on the way out.
Commlink-Joseph> Dane says, "Are you doing that right now?"
Commlink-West> West says, "Shortly. I'm back with the gear, by the way. C'mon out to change."
Commlink-Dean> Dean says, "Yes, on the way out to change. Told him I'll be back, thinking about his offer on the sound system."
Commlink-Joseph> Dane says, "You guys will need to make sure to let me know when you are going into camera range. I'm working on getting reins on those now."
Commlink-West> West says, "We won't be going into camera range until you have the reins."
Commlink-Joseph> Dane says, "Righto."
Dean puts on the goofy outfit, safety glasses tinted a bit yellow, mask on, getting used to the different breathing. He's got his FFBA on underneath, cuts a hole in the bottom of a belly pocket, ensuring that he can reach his pistol from one side, the clips from the other. Buckles his pocsec to his new belt. Looks around at his buddies, chuckles a bit. Lets kill some critters!
West is already in the process of changing, a rather awkward task in the cramped cab of his coupe. Nor, it seems, is he going in completely unarmored, despite the fact that the coveralls don't allow for anything over them, at least not without looking weird. FFBA, and the requisited plated vest over it. As far as the toolbox? That, of course, is used to carry guns. What else? It's not like he actually has tools.
«Plot-Page» (To: Musara) Dane figures that if they are going to go so soon, he might as well stay in the cafe to do this. People likely stay there to game longer than they will be doing anything concerning all this. I would like to make sure to cover them via controlling cameras. Also, I would like to take over intercomms for the shop cops… try to draw them away from that area in some way that will work with the bug plan. (as per my tactical abilities etc earlier).
«Plot-Page» (To: Musara) Dane also wants to make sure to have the appointment in the log files that these bug people are supposed to be here.
You paged Dane with 'it says Masking+Sleaze/2 Round Down, if MPCP doesn't add the systems TN is 3.'.
Commlink-Dean> Dean says, "West, you wanna do the talking in the shop? Or should I? I'm good either way, getting spaced out from being a bit tired, but want to finish this."
Dane pages: Agent 6, Prog Suit 4, Analyze 6, Armor 6, Attack 6D, Browse 6, Comlink 3, Crash 1, Deception 6, Defuse 6, Encrypt 3, Evaluate 6, Lock on 3, Read Write 6, Redecorate 6, Relocate 3, Scanner 5, Sleaze 6, Spoof 6, Swerve 1, Validate 6, Battletac 6, Cloak 6, medic 6, Decrypt 6. :D
Commlink-West> West says, "I'll let you handle it."
«Auto-Judge[]» Dane (#337) rolls Computers + 1 (CP7) vs TN 5 for "Pray!":
1 2 2 3 8 8 9 = 3 Successes
Commlink-Dean> Dean says, "Okay. Get my back, chummer."
«Auto-Judge[]» Dane (#337) rolls Computers + 1 (CP7) - 3 vs TN 5 for "Pray! KP8":
2 3 3 3 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Dane (#337) rolls Computers + 1 (CP7) - 3 vs TN 5 for "Pray! KP10":
1 3 5 5 = 2 Successes
«OOC» Dane will hang with 5.
Commlink-Dean> Dean says, "Keep a keen eye on Pick there. Make sure he's got his electro gadgets."
green-5/13/15/14/13/15
6 - Killer-7 Expert Defense
10 - Construct Armor
16 - Construct
21 - Masking Crippler-5 Cascading
27 - Probe-7 with Sparky-7 Shift
31 - Passive Alert
35 - Trace-5 with Blaster-5 with Black Non-Lethal-5-5
39 - Probe-7 with Killer-5
43 - Trace-7 with Blaster-9
47 - Active Alert
51 - Black Lethal-5
«Auto-Judge[]» Musara (#730) rolls 5 vs TN 6 for "Does the Machine see you!!!!":
1 2 2 2 5 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Musara says, "NO!"
«Plot» Dane wanted to get complete control on the cameras, wanted to edit the log files to make sure that it seems legit that our people are supposed to be here to do the bug spray, wanted to handle distracting the rental cops away from the area where the target object resides. Also wanted to make sure to get ahold of any maglocks, if able, to help open the door easier… but if someone wants to pop it with electronics, that is up to them.
«Plot-Page» (To: Dane) Musara says, "Jackpoints only exist in the Cafe save for a few in the security hall where people watch the Cameras. The insecticide co is just a generic company that the City pays for so people are switched out all the time, so it's not different for the group to have different jumpsuits. And You have edited the logs for scheduling.. You can Controll the Cameras, and distract the rentacops.. as for the other things.. you either make a new test, or let someone else to it."
You paged Dane with 'Oh wait'.
You paged Dane with 'You won't be able to do two things'.
Dane pages: Two things?
You paged Dane with 'Yeah I forgot thresholds'.
You paged Dane with 'So you got logged in, and were able to do 3 things'.
You paged Dane with 'Your choice on which three.'.
You paged Dane with 'Or I should roll since I already gave you answers…'.
Dane pages: Ok, the first order of business is finding out the jackpoints and the company and then scheduling the appointment, those three done, then I would like to do another hack to get the cameras and then the distractions.
Dane pages: Is that ok?
«OOC» Musara says, "Alright That works"
«OOC» Musara says, "Second attempt need at least 2 successes."
«Auto-Judge[]» Dane (#337) rolls Computers + 1 (KP11) vs TN 5 for "2nd Attempt!":
1 4 4 5 7 9 13 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Musara (#730) rolls 5 vs TN 6 for "Does the Machine notice?":
1 5 5 9 9 = 4 Successes
Dean makes his way back to the pawn shop, elf and land-pirate close by, spooking the shoppers a bit. He keeps a wary eye out, pretending to look in the corners for bugs and traces of them - droppings, scurry holes, etc.
Dane works like a wizard hacking through the computers system. The jackpoints get revealed to him, as well as the insecticide co. and logs. He's also able to hack the cameras and set up a distraction.
«Auto-Judge[]» Musara (#730) rolls 4:
2 3 3 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Musara (#730) rolls 4:
1 2 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Musara (#730) rolls 4:
1 2 4 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Musara (#730) rolls 5:
1 2 3 3 5
«OOC» Musara says, "two rentacops are distracted."
West makes damn sure his mask is in place and, just for good measure, added a knit cap to the outfit, too. The more coverage of the head area, the better. He follows along after Dean and the elf, doing his best to look like he's a bug inspector or whatever they're posing as, though his heart's not really in the deception - there's a decent chance that he's not going to actually look for bugs. As they head right for the pawn shop, he follows on in, though he's keeping an eye on the proprietors for the most part, even as he pretends to peer into corners and…look for bug droppings? Truth be told, he has no idea how extermination works. Bug guys show up, bugs go away.
«Auto-Judge[]» West (#11410) rolls Intelligence:
1 1 2 3 4 5 5 7
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Intelligence:
1 2 3 3 4 4 5 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Musara (#730) rolls 4 vs TN 7 (to no one):
2 3 3 6 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Musara (#730) rolls 5 for "Elfman disguise?":
3 4 4 5 10
Dane sets himself up in one of those little stations with the telecom where people like to jack in to surf the web or whatever the stores sell. Then, he relaxes his body and makes sure that he is in a position where it looks like he might have just fallen asleep at the keybo… no the telecom. Either way, he seems to be unbothered in the real world as his persona takes shape in the form of something that remains invisible to the IC and other detection abilities of the mall computer. However, on Dane's end, he can see himself as the Dark Wolf… patterned much like a dear old friend he once knew who is far away from the busy urban Treaty City.
Stealthing through the machine, Dane finds out that there are telecoms in only two major locations. So, this is his best bet, to stay here. Dodging a killer IC, and making sure that he sneaks into the log files, he claws through the data until he finds out what he needs to know about various companies being contracted for pesticide spraying and where he needs to embed the fake appointment for the bug extermination, and he does so. With excellence.
Next, it is again sliding past more IC that stare dumbly at the entrance of the slave to the camera feeds as he wolfishly ghosts past their defenses. It does not take long in the real world, and soon enough, he is comming to his comrades.
Commlink-Joseph> Dane says, "I have the cams."
Commlink-Dean> Dean says, "Great boss, we'll be done in a minute or two, then lunch, Union Rules."
"Hola, omae." Speaking in his thickest spanish accent. "We 'ave an insect problemo. Mall management call my company, tell us to spray everybody dis side the mall. We got lunch after you done, lucky day. Madre mia. you know a place with nice food not to far, compadre?" Dean says, moving toward the back door. "Gotta do the back first, you can point me to the pipes that show in dey back, no?" He pushes his way forward, confident that his posture and mask will get him through. "You must stay out for half hour, minimal, okay? It's little poison. Gives, watchoo callit, bumps, uhhh hives. Rots teeth, causing lung cancer, bery black. Half hour it okay. We gotta do it now, can't come in later, big job tonight, taking all our guys later."
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Spanish:
3 3 5 9
"Och, aye," West adds helpfully, apparently deciding to be either Irish or Scottish today - it's drifting back and forth between both a little bit. Definitely Gaelic of some sort, though. Or is it Celtic? "Wee bit of buggies, laddy. You won't be wantin' to be goin' back thurr, I can tell ye that much, so's I can, Patrick protect us." He, too, is making his way for the back door, presumably where the eyes are stored. This is an odd situation.
The man checks the computer and see's that there is a scheduled run for the building and he nods "Sure." the guy moves over to deactivate the lock "Boy you guys change out every time I see you" he says leaning back waiting for customers as the group goes to spray for bugs.
The elf man follows taking in notes on different things that the group has done so far in his mind.
«Auto-Judge[]» Musara (#730) rolls 6 for "Elf remembering things!":
1 3 4 4 5 11
«Auto-Judge[]» West (#11410) rolls Intelligence:
1 1 1 2 3 3 5 9
«Auto-Judge[]» West (#11410) rolls Intelligence for "Vision Mag 3, Thermo, Low-Light.":
2 3 4 4 4 5 5 7
Dean says, "High uhhh, turnover ju call it? Jes, new guys alla time." Moving to the back, looking for the case described earlier.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Intelligence for "LL, THRM, MAG3":
1 2 2 2 4 4 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Intelligence for "LL, THRM, MAG3 KP1":
1 2 2 2 3 3 3 5
The Dark Wolf makes sure that the cameras are well taken care and that none of the Orken men are on there right now. He has a good bit of feed that gets to loop through the display. Not a short bit, but a longer one that will play through without skipping like the lame Speed thing. No, this one will only shift back once.
«Auto-Judge[]» Musara (#730) rolls 6 for "Elf Perception":
2 3 3 4 4 8
«Plot-Page» (To: Musara) Dane will try to do the comm thing to get the rental cops in this specific area to move away, can that be done now?
Around the room on shelves, are multiple things which would normally be illegal to sell, most is too bulky to get away with stealing it, but west and the Elf notice a small box off to the side, in a section that has Cyberware, and the box is no doubt the one they are looking for, inside would be two eyes, dark in colour and polished, one would say they appear troll-like.
Dean says, "Ju guys gotta stay out of back, comprende?! Half hour minimal!!!" Yelling at any stragglers or curious through his mask.
«Plot-Page» (To: Dane) Musara says, "You managed to get the main guard in this area away from the group already xP, it's just two of the wandering guards weren't distracted."
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Intelligence:
1 1 1 4 4 4 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Security BG:
2 3 5 5 10
You paged Dane with 'There's a Camera that points at the door to the storeroom though'.
Dane pages: I got that right?
You paged Dane with 'Mhm.'.
You paged Dane with 'You can see it though.'.
"Faith and Begorrah!" West calls, as well, going a little leprechaun on this one. "There be a right ol' infestation back here, och, aye, so there is. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, in all my days, I've never seen such a sight." They've located the box, and they're in the back, so he's not bothered with trying to pretend to even look for bugs at this point, assuming no one can see them through the doorway or some such.
The owner hmphs "The stuff people bring in tends to bring bugs of all kinds in"
Dean sprays his garden weedkiller all over the place, amonia and chemical stink filling the back room. He checks for anything amiss, making sure they boys are wearing their work gloves and all.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Forensics:
2 3 5 7
«OOC» Musara says, "Well for West and the Elf.. and the elf has a bonus to knowing they are correct"
Commlink-West> West says, "Grab the box."
The Dark Wolf uses some old knowledge of the way security guarding is and has and will always be done. He does a generic and staticky comm to the main guard unit in this area, telling him something that attracts attention to another area very far away from this one. However, he realizes there are still a few wandering units via some of the cameras he controls right now, and this makes him bothered.
Commlink-Dean> Dean says, "We're finidged 'ere, esses. Let's get lunch!"
«OOC» Musara says, "It's the size for troll eyes but the coveralls big pocket should be able to hold it."
Commlink-Joseph> Dane says, "Guys, got your cams taken care, right easy. But, you got a few wandering guards on this end. I'm sure you can walk right past em, though. Anything special you need from me right now?"
Commlink-Dean> Dean says, "Keep an eye out, think we're done"
Commlink-Joseph> Dane says, "You got it."
The owner nods "Have a good night" the guy says as they prepare to leave the guy stands up to ready to lock the door behind them.
«Auto-Judge[]» Musara (#730) rolls 5 for "Dude":
2 2 3 5 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Musara (#730) rolls 1 for "Odd!":
5
"Have a good night, esse. Ju tell me good place to eat? Union Rules, we get lunch now, finidge later." Dean says in parting.
"You'll be wantin' to check for signs of nestin' in the crotches of the studs, laddies," West advises as they finish up in the back. He's never swung a hammer in his life, nor has he ever professionally exterminated bugs, so he doubly has no idea what the hell he's talking about. "You'll be seein' the wood turnin' green, like the brooks in the Tir, or even the mighty river Shannon itself, if'n it be right wrong, 'n then you'll be wantin' to call us, so's you will, so we can come back and do a right proper job." Then he's on his way out.
The man looks through the room before closing the door noticing something was missing but can't place what it is.. He sighs and jots down a note despite this happening before with this company. He sets up to talk to the manager of the company that people keep stealing his stuff out of his shop
Commlink-Joseph> Dane says, "I think homeboy noticed but is not taking a proactive but passive approach to reprimanding your 'company'."
Commlink-Dean> Dean says, "Fair enough, let's bogie! Ahem, jes, let's do sum vamoosing!"
The elf bows to the man as he leaves with the group.
«Plot-Page» (To: Dane) Musara says, "You don't notice any change in guard behaviors."
The Dark Wolf keeps glancing between the array of camera displays and as soon as they are out of the storage room, he will very carefully start to ease the picture back into the normal one. But, not for the overall store camera or for the ones out in the halls. No no, those are still verily well covered.
Commlink-Joseph> Dane says, "Looks like the guards are oblivious still, nice and easy… It's gonna be… so easy… *starts to sing, but transduced… you'll never hear it in the real world or with the awesomely suave voice* :P"
Dean quirks a plastic covered eye at the elf, grabs his elbow gently. "It's lunch break, esse. Whatchoo wan?" And gets the flyin' frag outa dodge.
As soon as he's out in the mall proper, West starts to make his way down, beginning to sing to himself. "Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies, farewell and adieu you ladies of Spain; for we've received orders to sail for old England, but we hope in a short time to see you again." It covers some distance, at least.
Commlink-Joseph> Dane says, "Ser, you have a fine voice."
"We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors, we'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt sea. Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England; from Ushant to Scilly is thirty five leagues." It gets West to his car, and as soon as he's inside, he divests himself of the mask and cap.
Dean byes everybody drinks, smokes like a chimney, shoots the shit with them and Pick.
The Dark Wolf keeps silent vigil now, over the two as they make their escape into the parking lot, and so all the interior cameras are returned to their normal status. Parking lot cameras will return to normal after everyone but himself has left in their vehicles. Eventually, Dane makes his graceful log off and sighs softly, and then he stands up and carries out a laptop case, likely with his deck inside and no more cables in his brains, cause walking with those in your head freaks some people out, y'know? He gets out to his car and looks back at the shopping mall with a small smile.
<Everyone made it back ok>
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