VOCALION AUCTION / JOB

GM: Knox
Players: Denton, Fray, Hollywood, Effek, Serah, Savage, Mr.Terrific
Synopsis: A Johnson representing Bloch Security hires two plants for an event. Later on things don't go as planned. The plants are a no show, a last minute 4th rate runner is hired in place. The Vocalion Estate Auction is run by Sotheby's and held at the Denver Museum of Modern Art. Many attend including a few runners.

Date: 12/28/2071


PROLOUGE:

THE SCENE: CHROME! A crowded Friday Night, day before the Vocalion Auction.

Denton enters the nightclub from the antechamber.
At the booth, Mr.Johnson nods ever so slightly. "For now. We are awaiting one additional individual."
Mr.Johnson is seated with Fray. He's immobile and still.

Through the sliding door entrance Denton enters the club, moving through the halls to the dance area. The man poses when he reaches the dance floor, standing at the edge and looking around slowly at the occupants. He settles his gaze on Fray and Mr.Johnson at their booth, whom he watches for a moment before skirting the edges of the dance area to walk toward their booth. When arriving he pauses at the booth and looks at the both of them, "You called?" He says simply, watching and waiting.

Mr.Johnson looks Denton over, his eyes flick back to the table. "Please have a seat."

Denton looks back and forth at the two occupants of the booth before moving to slide into the closest empty spot, silently waiting to hear what he was called for.

Mr.Johnson speaks quietly to the pair, but firmly and quickly he seems to be a messenger of some sort.

At the booth, Mr.Johnson says, "I'll be quick, blunt and to the point. We have other people lined up for this. The pay is ten grand, with a five kay increase if security measures are taken. I represent Bloch Security's Denver office of augmented funds, Denver Liason. As you may have heard we'll be running the dog and pony show for Sotheby's this coming week. Bloch has requested two plants. One will be augmented private security for the event, someone who's familiar with local crews, the other will function as back up as well as one additional but important item. We will need one of you to act as an obvious thief/vocal opposition who Bloch will discreetly take care of. A bit of theatre to ensure Sotheby's is getting their money's worth. You may each ask a few questions if need be, but please keep it short. Details for the job are provided upon acceptance vis a credstick attached dossiers."

At the booth, Fray says, "This vocal opposition is being paid to get obviously but not too obviously caught. The extra security just provides more eyes and more muscle on the ground. Fair enough." He scratches his ear thoughtfully. "How obvious are we talking about for the thief plant? Being the distraction for the real opposition, or being genteelly wrestled to the ground and escorted away?"

At the booth, Denton listens quietly, nodding to himself and considering silently for a few moments before speaking. "I suppose it would depend on which role I was playing." He looks to Fray. "Are you opposed to being the obvious plant? I'm not sure how well I could pull that off." He then looks back to Mr.J. "Exempting any specific details…do you expect any real threat?"

Mr.Johnson responds to Denton and Fray after talking to him.

At the booth, Mr.Johnson looks to Fray, "Little to no actual threat is expected according to our research and intelligence. The distraction is intended to ensure further work. Proper disguise materials will be provided to the individual who takes the more obvious plant position." He looks to Denton, "In essence, ideally neither of you will ever interact with each other, and only one of you will act obviously with Bloch's security: A fake taser. You get hit with the dart, act like you're hurt. We drag you away. Very quick."

At the booth, Mr.Johnson adds, "The other individuals primary directive is ensuring no /additional/ non anticipated threats occur. Do not intervene, merely signal to security. Only at the extreme would or should you interact on Bloch's behalf. Am I clear?"

At the booth, Fray looks Denton up and down as his mouth quirks up in a rueful smile. He turns to face the Johnson and nods. "I guess there's no time like the present to pick up a sideline in fake thievery. I'll take the job. I assume details on a smooth botched attempt will be with the dossier?"

At the booth, Denton listens again as more details are provided. He crosses his arms and leans back, thinking for a few moments before speaking again. "Alright. I'm in, provided you do give us more details than what has already been provided. I guess we can work out between us who is the plant and who is undercover. I have a few ideas on that, but we can work all that out later."

Mr.Johnson nods to the two individuals
.
At the booth, Mr.Johnson says, "Correct on both accounts. You will not be in touch with me again until the Auction Night. All details are provided on the dossiers: Security Passes, a “Weapon” and background on the Auction. However, there isn’t much more to this job. Show up, act, that’s it. Payment, as per usual, half on the credsticks, the balance upon completion. It's a pleasure to do business with you two."

Mr.Johnson stands from the table and leaves the two credsticks on the table.

At the booth, Fray takes the other credstick and stands, stretching. "Sounds good to me. I think maybe I misunderstood. You want to be the thief or the guard? I can make do either way."

Mr.Johnson stands and leaves booth 5

At the booth, Denton says, "I would prefer to be the guard, if you don't mind. I have some good reasons for it that I think will help us out as well. I don't want to go over it here though, and not until I've had a chance to check out the details.""
At the booth, Fray says, "Okay. Drop me a message if you've got anything, and I'll let you know if my sniffing turns up anything important."

Mr.Johnson steps through the entryway and out of the nightclub.
Mr.Johnson has left.

At the booth, Denton says, "Excellent. We can meet up later to plan everything. This should be easy money chummer."

At the booth, Fray rolls his eyes. "You say that, and then the Triads and the Yaks decide to have a shootout in the middle of the job." He grins. "But hey, it's work."

At the booth, Denton grins. "I'm not very superstitious, but it is good to be cautious. Name is Denton, by the way. Are you new to the area…don't believe I've ever seen you around before? Then again, I haven't been out much these days."

At the booth, Fray says, "Fray. And yeah, I've pretty much just settled in and figured out where the local Stuffer Shack is."

At the booth, Denton nods. "Well, good to meet you. I'm sure we'll time to drink and plan later. Right now though I need to get going, got some other business to attend to. I will check out these details and we can meet up later."

At the booth, Fray says, "All right. Take care."

Denton nods to Fray after he finishes speaking with him and turns to leave, moving past any other patrons and heading for the door.

Fray leaves the booth, gives the club one last once-over, and makes his way to the door.

THE VOCALION AUCTION:

http://maps.google.com/maps/place?cid=16002543018715200408&q=denver+museum+of+contemporary+art&gl=us&dtab=2&vps=1&sll=39.752156,-105.004033&sspn=0.001425,0.002411&ie=UTF8

The Denver Museum of Art is a smaller museum: 4 stories of black tinted glass shaped like a large 3-D square with the bottom half carved out providing an overhang. Outside is a red carpet lined with half a dozen physical scecurity measures:

MAD Scanners, Chem Scanners, CyberSniffers, Security Cameras. Out front is an APC colored in Urban Camo with BLOCH SECURITY stencilied in a deep Purple, surrounded by velvet ropes, esteemed guests mug in front of it for pictures. Like any auction for high society, there's barely an media coverage. No drama, no violence, no sponsors, no thanks.

Security men in matching light security armor check IDs and do pat frisks.
(+lhelp is available here)
Contents:
Savage [Player]
Denton [Player]
Effek [Player] [Idle 10m]
Hollywood [Player]
Serah [Player]
Knox [Player]

«Plot» Knox says, "Aright. This is a public scene. It's fairly organic and I move fast, I will be speeding up time in some parts to move the night along. If you have any private GM questions hit up Knoxlog, I'm attempting to provide open plot hooks in an RP session so this is a bit experimental. Plots may be happening while this happens. No ones gonna die unless you do something stupid, like pull a grenade. Cool?"
«Plot» Serah says, "Yep, quite reasonable."
«Plot» Effek nods
«Plot» Hollywood says, "Works for me."
«Plot» Savage says, " No problem."
«Plot» Knox says, "Great! Let me get a pose from each of you with what youre wearing (this is high society/haute couture), what you're carrying, and how you arrive. See description above. :)"

A black shoes nice and all spit shined up sets down flat on the pavement and Effek comes into view stepping on out from the black door of the traditional limo that is most likely rented of course. He adjust his black tie sitting on top of a white dress shirt underneath a casual but fancy black suit with white pearl cuffs and a silver chain that hangs from a right chest pocket down to a side pocket. His hair buzzed down short and all clean shaved he smirks nodding to a few people that turn heads although its not many. He scans all the other guest who are arriving or already there and walking down the red carpet and then he joins them. After a couple minutes he reaches the door and nods to the security who searches him finding nothing but his wallet and a pocket watch.

A glimmering gun-metal gray Rolls Royce limousine pulls up to the curb, the side door opening automatically in accompaniment to the soft hiss of pressurized air. Serah steps out, takes a moment to adjust her jacket as she quietly surveys the security arrangements, then steps away from the limo and onto the red carpet. The door hisses shut as soon as Serah is clear, then the Rolls Royce pulls smoothly away and out of the line of cars waiting to drop off passengers. She steps forward, providing her ticket and relevant security grade permits to the waiting attendants before proceeding into the building.

«Plot» Knox says, " Serah can you prove said permits please."

Effek pages: No weapons or even armor, just the clothes.
«Auto-Judge[]» Serah (#5398) has the Real SIN UCAS-05398-0009TK-0003VY-UBP (Serathelion
Danielle Medaron) with the following information:
----------—[ Shadowrun Denver ]—-
=====================> SIN Information for Serah (#5398) <=====================
SIN: UCAS-05398-0009TK-0003VY-UBP
Name: Serathelion Danielle Medaron
Type: Real
Created: Mon Mar 14 21:30:27 2005
Player: Breeze (#5398)
GM Note: Retired Lone Star Detective (Badge#7765) now on retainer as Magic Consultant. Licenses: Thaumaturgy, Security, Bounty Hunter.


«Plot» Knox says, "Awesome thank you!"
«OOC» Serah says, "No problemo :)"

THUMP THUMP THUMP. A helicopter touches down onto the roof of the museum. Half a dozen people get off and hurry inside, surrounded by guards. Several limos arrive as well, various local celebrities: Bloggers, Reality TV One Shots, That girl who's dad helps run Draco Foundation downtown, a cold stone looking Mafioso type. Dozens of posses intersect like a bad ven diagram.

A midnight blue Mitsubishi Nightsky pulls up to the curb next, its bodywork lightly augmented, customized above and beyond the paintjob without actually hinting at exactly what those modifications are. Naturally this is haute couture in terms of vehicles, foreshadowing the person within.

When the door opens, out steps a red-haired elf in a black and gold Starlight Line dress, its faux diamonds glitter in the light of any cameras deployed to record the event. She steps slightly to the side, allowing a massive human out of the back of the limo next - he's clearly her bodyguard, just look at that tux and mirror shades, so last year - and into the lead position. Hollywood takes a moment to fix her curly coiffure, fingers lightly brushing over her datajack before falling to her sides again as she follows Savage toward the door.

By the time security gets to them, Fiona has produced two tickets to the event and left her clutch open so that security can see she's carrying nothing untoward within it. Hollywood's travelling light tonight, perhaps hoping for the absolute best case scenario inside the auction.

«Plot» Knox says, "If anyone has security measures, corp security measures, or police security/tactics/procedures feel free to roll."

«Auto-Judge[]» Hollywood (#9903) rolls Police Procedures + Task Pool: 1 (to Knoxlog): 1 4 5 5

Effek looks up just as he passes through the MAG scanner, the rotar from the chopper can be heard throughout the museum.

«Auto-Judge[]» Serah (#5398) rolls Security/Police Procedures:
1 4 14
«Auto-Judge[]» Serah (#5398) rolls Lone Star Tactics:
3 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Serah (#5398) rolls Counter-Terrorism Tactics:
4 7
«Auto-Judge[]» Serah (#5398) rolls Guerilla Warfare Tactics:
2 4

Mr.Terrific has arrived.
«Plot» Knox says, "Savage, was your entrance pose with Hollywood, or are you workin on yours or should I move forward?"
«OOC» Serah says, "Looked to me like Hollywood posed him in."
«OOC» Savage says, "Mine was with her's."
«OOC» Savage says, "That said."

Mr.Terrific sweeps in, resplendent in the classic Merlin by Armante. The hood is down, allowing all to see the bare pated man of above average height. Green eyes bright, standing tall, here to have a time and maybe make a purchase. Seeing and being seen. He didn't get anything at the prior auction, perhaps here today he can salve his conscience.

«Plot» Knox says, " Serah: Security/Lone Star: Looks like Bloch is trying their best to maintain an image of strong authority….perhaps going overboard a bit with the APC. Heavy Pistols, shooters with SMGs up top you're able to spot in the right positions for proper fields of fire. Anyone trying for Guerilla Warfare here would end up lit up fast."

A man dressed to the nines with bland features stalks the entrance, quietly chatting with the security guards at the immediate front entrance. They seem to be taking orders from him.
For the most part, Savage is doing his best to look his part. He's got a ticket, of course. Needed one to get in with Hollywood, who he's here to protect. Wearing a tuxedo that has been tailored to his rather sizable frame, Savage glances around behind the dark glasses that cover his eyes, doing his best to scan everyone around for any potential threats. Bodyguard work is something he's done several times before, and he knows how to do it fairly well. Once he reaches the security checkpoint with Hollywood, he allows them to check him over, of course, since he knows he's not carrying anything he's not supposed to have.

«Plot» Knox says, " Mr.T, roll me intelligence please tn6."
«Plot» Serah will give a brief astral scan as well, see what they have on immediate astral call and loitering in the area.
«Plot» Knox says, "Roll away"
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«Auto-Judge[]» Serah (#5398) rolls Aura Reading (to Knox and Knoxlog) for "Aura Reading Comp Test @ 2:1 ratio":
1 3 4 5 8
«Auto-Judge[]» Serah (#5398) rolls Intelligence (to Knox and Knoxlog) for "Astral Perception":
1 2 2 3 3 3 3 3 4 4 9 10

You paged Serah with 'Looks like Bloch's gone all out for this event. Highly powerful wards surrounded the museum and individual vehicles. The general vibe you get is old, greed, and entitlement. Everyone's one of those three and Denver Museum itself vibes an odd mix of exburance of education and dour boredom from all the people who've passed through today.'.

«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Intelligence vs TN 6:
3 3 3 4 5 10 = 1 Success

«Plot» Mr.Terrific is watching astrally too, and is pretty good with the aura reading.
«Plot» Knox says, "Mr.T The man in front you recognize, you feel you've seen him recently but from where? He looks like an exec or something. Roll for Aura stuff."

INSIDE:
Inside the lobby is bright and secure with several armored security guards carrying stun batons and pistols. The guards check for proper ID attached to the tickets required upon entrance. Tall white walls surround you creating a curving circular pathway with billowing purple curtains stretched between the walls as a temporary roof. The champagne and hor dourvess are provided by Findley's catering, a local Elven owned company. The good looking waiters and waitresses provide complimentary champagne in fluted glasses. A few dozen photographs are installed on the walls; avant-art/terrorist BLANKSY's latest "works"…… they look like X-Ray photographs with paper Mache molded on top. Hard to read coding in 1's and 0's is written across each "picture". The pictures are fairly disturbing:

An X-Ray of what appears to be a child, it's head of bone in stark contrast to it's cyber zombie body.

Another X-ray photo of a frail elderly troll suffering from some kind of bone density issue. The holes in the bones have been plugged with wet looking paper Mache and broken glass. More disturbing or unsettling pictures appear: X-rays of animals with mage masks, etc.

The last picture is somewhat beautiful; it appears to be a full color photograph of the inside of a mans head mid-brain surgery. Inside the cranium appears to be a C2 deck made of..possibly bone, golden wires, 20th century silicon chips, and modern cyber deck parts. It's..quite beautiful in it's medical charm.

The vaulted ballroom ceiling reflects soft pools of light that sweep across the area. Further away are 50-60 chairs with a podium/display stage in front.

«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Aura Reading:
1 2 2 2 3 3

Mr.Terrific pages: Is the executive related to the fellows I put away in the psychological political job?

You paged Mr.Terrific with 'Aura Reading: Looks like Bloch's gone all out for this event. Highly powerful wards surrounded the museum and individual vehicles. The general vibe you get is old, greed, and entitlement. Everyone's one of those three and Denver Museum itself vibes an odd mix of exburance of education and dour boredom from all the people who've passed through today. To your question: No, in fact you may have seen him recently but you just can't place where. He' got that bland Mr. Johnson kind of vibe.'.
Mr.Terrific pages: Good enough!

Effek pages: Go ahead and pose walking in and viewing the paintings and such?

Mr.Terrific gives the bland-looking security fellow a piercing look for a moment, then shakes his head. He makes academic chitchat expertly - a college boy, it seems. And he snacks high on the food chain. "Can't say I've ever liked BLANKSY's work. Lacking in depth. All superficial. Yes, I know he suffered."

Hollywood strolls through the checkpoints as casually as she can, taking a complimentary flute of champagne somewhere along the way. She takes a handful of sips, but keeps the drink largely as a prop, swirling its contents intermittently as she mingles. All the while, she keeps Savage near at hand and tries not to look too grossed out by the "art" on display. Instead she fixes her attention on trying to discreetly learn more about Bloch and the collection up for bids.

You paged Effek with 'yep'.

Effek enters the builidng passing through the MAD Scanners and being checked off and approved for entry. The guard hands him back his SIN and Ticket and tell him to enjoy. "YOu too." Effek says as he makes his way to the middle of the floor, one hand in his pocket and the other places his ticket inside his front chest pocket. He eyes the troll picture of the elderly troll and makes his way over to it. He waits for a young couple to pass on by laughing and then continues forward. As he reaches the picture he smirks at how interesting it is. A lovely blond walks next to his side offering sparkeling wine to the guest "Oh yes…thank you." Effek says with a smile, maybe nobody will quite notice he has had his tusks surgically removed.

Serah glides smoothly through the milling crowd, snatching a champagne glass off the tray of a passing waiter, then takes a seat in the front row up near the podium as she quickly scans over the people who are seated nearby. After a few seconds of this she crosses her legs demurely, then spends the quiet moments before the auction skimming through the handheld electronic catalog, scrolling through the items with quick decisive gestures on the touchscreen.

A woman who looks strikingly similiar to Falloon's rumored mistress sashays past in a designer dress, taking a seat amongst a collection of good 'old boys in flashy Renraku Sponsored tuxedoes.

Attention!, cries a voice of the PA system in English, Japanese, Spanish, and Spethriel. "Sotheby's would like to welcome you to our special Vocalion Prized Collection Auction. Please find your seats shortly, and feel free to glance through our catalog."

Mr.Terrific ughs at the Sperethiel, then grabs his last canape and gets to settling. He's already looked through the catalog; he knows exactly what he's here to bid on. But he makes a show of looking through it. You never know. Something might arise.

Effek who is about to touch the glass of the painting itself quickly shoots his big hand back and looks twoards the seats. He listens to the announcement before finnishing off his wine and making his way to the seats. He scoots in quickly before another two gentelman try, knowing Effek if they did he wouldn't been able to fit on through. Taking a seat and grabbing a catalog to his right he flips through scanning everybody who is sitting down next to him.

Fiona looks up, blinking a few times as she runs the voices from the PA system through her head carefully. Understanding three of the languages in which the message was spoken makes it somewhat difficult to fully pay attention to any one message at a time. She blinks, takes a sip of her champagne, and then smiles to Savage. Without a word, Hollywood starts making her way toward the seating, sashaying all the way.

The big bodyguard maintains his position near Hollywood, not drinking or anything tonight, as he needs to maintain the bodyguard role. He keeps a decent enough distance between himself and her, of course, to not invade her personal space. He's not much for art, so he really doesn't pay much attention to the paintings that are up for auction. When the announcement goes out, however, he slides up close to Hollywood and whispers in her ear, motioning for her to head towards the seating. He then follows behind her.

Mr.Terrific has by this time catalogued the exits, the escape routes, the faces and figures of the guards in case anyone tries a replacement ploy, the backstage entrances, and so forth. Idle minds are the devil's mischief. And speaking of mischief, it's a BLANKSY exhibit, so something is likely to happen.

«Plot» Knox says, "May I get a perception roll from everyone, open, include vision mods please if any."

«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Intelligence for "Normal and astral sight.":
2 4 5 5 9 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Effek (#1299) rolls Intelligence for "Thermo":
1 5 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Serah (#5398) rolls Intelligence (to Knox and Knoxlog) for "Elf Lowlight, Astral":
2 2 2 2 3 4 4 5 5 8 10 23
«Auto-Judge[]» Hollywood (#9903) rolls Intelligence for "Normal and Natural Low-Light":
1 2 3 4 4 7 11

«Plot» Knox says, "Ah, I'll page each of you results"

You paged Mr.Terrific with 'Everything looks kosher to you, but stuffy'.
You paged Effek with 'One person seems out of place here, but only because the mans suit seems….sort of drab in comparison. Thin reedy guy.'.
You paged Hollywood with 'One person seems out of place here, but only because the mans suit seems….sort of drab in comparison. Thin reedy guy.'.

«Auto-Judge[]» Savage (#12091) rolls Intelligence for "Noral Vision":
3 3 8 10 11
You paged Serah with 'One person, a thin reedy human male, seems out of place here in particular, bad suit, bad skin, shifty but doing a good job of covering it up. He keeps looking over at one man, a man who was seen earlier commanding security out front.'.
You paged Savage with 'One person, a thin reedy human male, seems out of place here in particular, bad suit, bad skin, shifty but doing a good job of covering it up. He keeps looking over at one man, a man who was seen earlier commanding security out front.'.

Looking up and down from the catolog examining everybody he can in his head. Blond hair, diamond Knecklas, Short dress flirty probably drunk from the wine. Angered look or concentrating. Folded arm abroad stance, possibly security or gots a stick up his ass. Ear piece, bulging hip, probably a firearm, security. Scuffed shoes…under priced cheap suit, observant and very catious look…Odd out of place fella. Effek gets a confused look and then looks to see just how many security is near this man.

To (Knox, Knoxlog), Serah pages: Is the guy recognizable at all? IE with Shadowscene Players or Denver Corporate Shadow Agents?

You paged Serah with 'Shadowscene tn5'.

To (Knox, Knoxlog), Serah pages: If not, I will hold up my pocsec as if looking at something on it, snap his pic and run it through facial recognition software and cross reference it to the Lone Star Criminal Archives (which I have as a contact :p)

«Auto-Judge[]» Serah (#5398) rolls Shadowscene Players vs TN 5 (to Knox and Knoxlog):
3 5 8 = 2 Successes
You paged Serah with 'Do that too if you like, to do it stealth…uh tn3?'.

Light Applause An elderly man, dapper, with a navy blue suit and bow tie walks to the podium and shuffles some hardcopy note cards. He seems to be a representative of Sothebys.

Hollywood cocks an eyebrow slightly as she notices a thin, reedy gentleman that looks somehow… out of place. She tips her head in his direction, wondering if Savage catches sight of the man. Fiona settles down on a chair, setting her clutch in her lap whilst politely crossing one leg over the other.

You paged Serah with 'Guy looks to be the fairly well known in shadow and cop circles as Johnny Fallguy. Professional scumbag, occasional heist man, and typical last minute hire type. His name comes for his penchant for routinely being paid to take the fall for petty crimes typical of 2 to five years jail time. Been in and out of Denver Corrections all his life.'.

Serah leans back comfortably in her chair, cocking her head slightly as the auction is about to begin. She turns slightly in her seat, holds up her pocket secretary in front of her for a second, then replaces it on her lap as she taps a few keys to submit a database query.

«Auto-Judge[]» Serah (#5398) has the Contact LS Crime Archives with the following information (only to Knoxlog):

-----> Contact for Serah (#5398) <-----
Contact Name: LS Crim Archives
Level: 1
Type: database
GM Note: Sexyguy069 was a former LS decker and has utilized this database several times in plots at Annies bidding. The last time or two Annie accompanied him in matrix-side.


To (Serah, Knoxlog), Knox pages: »SEXYGUY069« Hey hon. Don't tell me you don't recognize Johnny Fallguy. Didn't know he was out of jail already. Sick fuck must love the slop they serve in the clink. Where are you?«

Savage frowns slightly and takes his seat next to Fiona, watching that strange guy, the one who doesn't look like he belongs here..He keeps his dark glasses on in order to make sure the man isn't aware that he's watching the guy.

To (Knox, Knoxlog), Serah pages: »EarthMage« Was just making sure. I am at the Sotheby's thing…if Fallguy is here, it could turn out to be an interesting night, or an episode of Keystone Cops. Now sure which. Want me to pick you up anything?

Mr.Terrific is just waiting. Waiting waiting waiting. There's a reason he grabbed canapes. It always takes a while to start up.

The Auctioneer clears his throat. In a terse quick and light voice the man intones the typical stuff: "Thank you everyone, Thank you to Bloch Security Services, and Thank you to the Vocalion Estate."

Effek turns his head real quick to the lady with the cell phone then back to the shady man. He goes along and takes a picture as well then back to his catalog.

At that mention- "BOOOOOOOO!", a drunk thirty something male starts shouting as a picture of Edgar Vocalion lights up curtains behind the speaker. "Booo! That's mine! This isn't for sale!" The man shouting near the back, athletic and good looking, shoves at quickly responding Sec-Teams. "Get off me, I know where the exit is." he slurs loudly and is accompanied slowly outside. Various murmurs rise.

«Plot» Knox says, "I'd like to fast forward a bit when you're all ready/have responded to any poses you feel needed. :)"

«Auto-Judge[]» Knox (#4448) rolls 5 for "Shadowscene players for Serah, Effek, Mr.T. Page Knoxlog with results.": 1 2 2 3 13

Mr.Terrific pages: This wizard guy! Named Mr. Terrific. He always introduces himself as, "I do not claim to be awesome or even superior, but I am Terrific." Has a reputation for sitting in the car holding up spells while the rest of the runners actually fight.

ONE HOUR LATER
The first item went up for sale and was bought quickly, a first issue Batman Comic signed by the writer- for One Million Nuyen. Who knew? Other items of note: Rough Draft of Humanis PoliClub Tax Registration with first members payroll, circa 2020- 600,000, an alleged 2052 print film of a Yeti/Ork Hybrid transforming into a human in Seattle's outskirts. Long rumored to be a hoax involving some older shadowrunners. 1.5 Million. The time passes slowly afterwards, less interesting stuff but for less money as well. You all feel as if you're being watched, those of of you with high enough prestige in the shadows that is.

Serah pages: Serah Medaron was a highly placed LS Detective in the New York Executive Protection Division. She has rumored heavy ties to the Gamboni crime family in NY. She retired from LS after a highly publicized run in with the Yakuza. Since coming to Denver, she works as a consultant for the local LS branch as well as running her own Executive Protection Corp.

Mr.Terrific puts in a bid on a small lot of bundled comic books. He gets into a small 'bidding war' with an overweight geek. It looks like they're the two people who actually downloaded exactly what comics were in that pack, and both think they have something of personal importance. No one else cares.

Hollywood doesn't seem terribly interested in Batman, a rough draft of Humanis' original tax registration, or a print film of what she's pretty sure is a fake occurrence. She listens and watches intently, letting her green gaze wander the auction every few moments. She pulls out her cellphone at some point, texting someone absently as a particularly dry piece of comic book history goes up for bids.

Effek continues to eye all the bids and everybody who decides to bid on such, he eyes Mr.T who looks familur but then goes on back to the catolog occasionally watching the security and other people and texting on his cellphone.
«Auto-Judge[]» Hollywood (#9903) rolls Intelligence for "Studying The Surroundings":
1 2 2 3 5 8 10
Serah has connected.
@emit %xh%xy An ornate glass vase is brought out.%xn A hush is brought over the crowd. The speaker intones, "Next on our auction block: The ashes of the pilot who first reported the first dragon sighting, and subsequent death via plane crash. His bone fragments were unable to melt, Sotheby's apologizes for the frankness, and have instead been crafted into the vase itself after Mr. Vocalion commissioned this in 2044. Opening bid is at 800,000."
An ornate glass vase is brought out. A hush is brought over the crowd. The speaker intones, "Next on our auction block: The ashes of the pilot who first reported the first dragon sighting, and subsequent death via plane crash. His bone fragments were unable to melt, Sotheby's apologizes for the frankness, and have instead been crafted into the vase itself after Mr. Vocalion commissioned this in 2044. Opening bid is at 800,000."

To (Hollywood, Knoxlog), Knox pages: Hollywood Results: Solid security overall here, cloyingly so. It's a bit showy for the rather drabness of the guests. Many of them don't even look familiar, ironic that some of the most powerfu in the city you'd pass without a second glance.

«Plot» Knox says, "Savage, let me get an intelligence roll from you when you have a moment"
«Plot» Knox says, "TN4"

A hand goes up. Two goes up. "I hear 800, I hear 80-, 820 do I hear 850?" A hand goes up, -Falloon's alleged mistress, "I hear 850". A bidding war ensues between two factions: An older male Nipponese man in cowboy dudes, and a slick corporate elven slitch even female who seems ageless and powerful. Close to Two Million before it's finally exhausted at 1.5 Million. The Cowboy won.

Serah doesn't bother bidding on this item, but she does watch the bid war with interest. As the bids wrap up she shakes her head slowly in apparent amazement, not bothering to ask the most obvious question of 'Why?'.

«Plot» Knox says, "Yall let me know when you're ready and i'll fast forward to the end of the auction. Savage still need that intelligence roll buddy."

«Auto-Judge[]» Savage (#12091) rolls Intelligence vs TN 4: 2 3 4 4 11 = 3 Successes

To (Savage, Knoxlog), Knox pages: Savage Results: Your bodyguard instincts tell you to check out that guy again. Yep, he's carrying some heat on him under his jacket. Pretty obvious actually, heavy pistol like that, wonder why Bloch hasn't noticed. Hmmmmm…..

Sitting as demurely as she can in her seat, Hollywood watches the goings on with a curious eye. Her hands grip her clutch purse with increasing strength as the bidding spirals ever higher. Resisting the urge to whistle, she eventually releases her purse as the bidding comes to a head. Fiona still purses her lips, considering the bidding war and the "prize" for a few absent moments.

Savage shifts a little bit in his seat as he watches that man again. He frowns slightly as he catches sight of something he'd thought he'd seen earlier. How did he get that in here? Savage assumes it's an Ares, that's what most people seem to carry when looking for a heavy pistol. He's afraid the guy is going to try something. He needs to get himself into a better position to stop it when he does. Once the bidding has finally ended, he stands up before the bidding for the next item starts, as he makes his way towards the suspicious man, slowly, so as to not draw attention.
Two Bloch Security Men just as non-attention drawing walk and block Savage's path. "Sir take a seat now or you'll be asked to leave." One of them commands quietly but firmly.

Effek has flipped through the catolog a few times now and even eyed a few things. His but is starting to hurt though cause the chairs are a bit small for him. He stands up just as another couple leaves giving him the excuse to scoot on through some people "Excuse me, sorry, watch yo feet, sorry, yes that foot." Finally making it through he sighs and adjust his suit. He makes his way twoards savage but then ntoices the security guard. Quickly turning around he stops and pulls out his cellphone and pretends to be busy.

Fiona frowns as she notices Savage getting up. She follows him across the room with her eyes alone, eyebrows quirked ever so slightly, until he gets intercepted. Her attention snaps forward again as she tries to formulate how to protect Savage and her cover.

Bloch Secman One and Two gently insist on Savage returning to his seat, being so bold as to ay hands on their own weapons as a "reminder"

"Wow. Guy gets up and tries to go use the head and people want to put him down." Savage says, as he shakes his head, "Guess you guys take your jobs really seriously. Can't blame you for that." He states, turning around and returning quietly to his seat.
Meanwhile the reedy man, starts scratching at his face, his nose, he taps his foot. Man seems nervous. Profusely sweating. Nothing happens though and time passes.

After some time passes the Auctioneer comes to the last note card "Next on the lot, last but certainly not least we have a rare postage stamp collection. Little known in aborted history of the Free Republic Of Texas, there was a movement for a conservative hard-line currency. This currency would be known as "Deciders" and were to be the finest and thus competitive coins on the market. In mint condition we have the original Orichalcum 'Decider' Molds for Two, and Five Dollar Coins. Opening bid at 500,000. A trideo display of the Mold appears on the curtains."

Murmurs fill the crowd, these are quickly quieted by a third round of complimentary champagne.

Effek turns around and watches the bid and the security and the odd guy. He accepts the glass of wine from the same blonde doing her rounds but doesn't drink it in fact he saves the wine, may need it. He reaches in and pulls out his pocket watch and unlatches the clasps holding it in his pocket. Rolling it up and keeping it in his big palm he paces forward a little towards the guest and keeps a eye on the odd guy.
Mr.Terrific my mys. Why would they be made of orichalcum? Who knows? Just to be fancy, looks like. Of course, he takes a hearty look at them to see what kind of magical imprinting they have or do.
Serah takes a glass of champagne as a tray passes by. She watches the last item with interest, as its probably the only thing this evening that she might have bid upon. Might, that is if she had an extra half mil lying around without a purpose to it. Which she doesn't.

Hollywood's green eyes widen. She waits until the bidding starts to efficiently, if surreptitiously, text. That is just plain crazy. Who makes currency molds out of orichalcum? Deactivating her phone a moment later, Fiona silently purses her lips and runs a hand across her cheeks and through her coiffed locks to ensure that her hair is laying just right.

A /lone/ hand raises itself. The man seems to be texting in one hand on a pocsec, "Here." The Auctioneer notes it. "510,000." The Auctioneer seems unhappy. "Do I hear 525." Nothing. Then, a moment later someone rushes across the stage and whispers to the Auctioneer. He nods. "Do to a recent court injunction just cleared, this item is no longer for sale and will be transported back to the Estate. My apologies." The man who bid appears genuinely annoyed, but unphased. "Please stay in your seats for a few moments while we confirm our sold items. Thank you and enjoy the complimentary drinks."

«Plot» Knox says, "Going to need everyone to roll Willpower TN4"

Serah raises her pocsec up to take in the auctioneer, any nearby unsavory characters (IE Fallguy), and the group of security officers. She records their antics with as much subtlety as she can muster, which isn't a lot honestly, but she hadn't heard of any 'no recording' rules when being admitted to the auction…and with the advent of cybercams, it would be a fruitless task to try to enforce such.

«Auto-Judge[]» Effek (#1299) rolls Willpower vs TN 4 for "Oh boy!":
3 3 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Hollywood (#9903) rolls Willpower vs TN 4 for "This Can't End Well":
1 1 9 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Serah (#5398) rolls Willpower vs TN 4 (to Knox and Knoxlog):
1 1 2 3 3 4 4 5 9 11 11 11 = 7 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Willpower vs TN 4:
2 3 4 4 4 4 = 4 Successes

Effek pages: May I roll too see what other people are doing, Effek would be watching the man who just came up in stage and also the one lady and men who came off the chopper.
«Plot» Knox says, "Savage'oire?"
«OOC» Mr.Terrific takes notes for later mind controlling purposes.

You paged Effek with 'Sure the man who came off the chopper appears to be a high ranking corporate official within Yamatetsu, if you have a Yamatetsu contact I can tell you who. The woman, likely, is his wife. The man who cameon stage appears to be some sort of Sotheby's employee.'.

«Auto-Judge[]» Savage (#12091) rolls Willpower vs TN 4:
2 3 5 15 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Effek (#1299) rolls Intelligence for "Watching certain others…Expressions and actions as soon as the announcement is made.":
1 3 8

BLAM! Suddenly a pistol shot rings out. The reedy gentlemen shouts at the top of his lungs, "No one move this is a robbery!" and starts politely excusing himself out of his aisle as patrons look onward aghast. Unbelievably, a wave of calm settles over the function as Bloch Security rush the man shouting "DROP THE GUN!"

«Plot» Knox says, "Hollywood, Effek, Savage you guys feel someone invading your thoughts insisting you remain calm but you resist and……are calm on your own. Weird how you felt this before the gun showed up. Mr.T , Sera, oh this old trick? A group version? Interesting stuff but you're fine if anything you're too tough a nut to crack to ever even feel the probing."

From afar, Mr.Terrific is looking for the actual caster.

«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Intelligence (to Knoxlog):
1 1 3 4 4 8

Serah absently continues recording the showdown between the security officers and the gunman, however she does cock her head slightly as her magical senses notice the slight trickle as the control spell washes over her without effect.

You paged Mr.Terrific with 'The men chasing down the "shooter", behind them in a corner from where they came is the bland man in a grey suit you spotted earlier. He cast it for sure. Force4 Spell, light force meant to cushion not too hard.'.

"Eep!"

Hollywood half-jerks toward Savage as the gun goes off first. She ducks down a bit, keeping low as the yelling begins. Meanwhile she feels a sort of pressure inside of her head, eyes closing as she fights back that awful twinge of psychic invasion. It takes her mind wholly off of the brewing gun fight as she struggles to fight off the effects of the new and unwelcome voice in her head.

/THIS/ is /NOT/ how high society functions are supposed to go down. Fiona is going to have to insist on none of this nonsense if she survives long enough to become a member of the social elite.

Mr.Terrific sneaks off towards the corner, like anyone naturally would, attempting to escape.

Effek feels a slight tingle strike up his spine, his head gets alittle light and black as he suddenly feels off balance. Just as quick as the feeling came the feeling left as Effek concentrated on staying in his own mindset. His hand tingles as he suddenly looks up to the gunman, his hand releases the pocketwatch catching the chain and then holding it. He starts to back up as he looks around heading twoards the entrance.

«Auto-Judge[]» Effek (#1299) rolls Intelligence for "How many other exist are in sight, exits the robber can take himself?":
1 3 4

"I could have stopped this a while ago." Grumbles Savage, as he moves to push Fiona down out of the line of fire and sight of the shooter, while also attempting to shrug off the strange invasion in his head, "Security team can handle this, I'm sure." He says, as he does, however, keep his own head exposed in order to watch what goes down between the team and the shooter.

Mr.Terrific pages: Let me know if I can get near him in the confusion.

The Auctioneer ducks down behind the podium. Blink of any eye and it's over. Bloch Security tase, tackle, then re-tase the shooter before he's able to even speak. Half the auditorium is under seats, the other half mid-run towards the back of the museum. Four men Bloch Security show up lifting an expensive looking ceramic like MAD-concealable heavy pistol. The handcuff the unconcious man and disappear him with a phalanx of additional armored and armed guards down some hallway.

Serah seems to have little doubt that the security team can handle this, at least based on what she knows of Johnny Fallguy and his typical M.O. and tactical capability. She watches the takedown with interest, then does a slow scan for the mage….most likely a security mage who was primed to keep the crowd calm during the little publicity stunt.

The Auctioneer, dabs at his forehead with a handkerchief and starts applauding everything. "Uh, ladies and gentlemen the situation has been handled by these…these Heroes! Thank Bloch Security!" Scattered appreciative applause. Bloch Security's out in force now for sure. Some pictures are being taken, Sotheby's Auction Team effeciently closing down the podium et al. QUite a night. The exits are open and people start leaving confused but happy to be alive/filfthy rich.

Serah seems to have little doubt that the security team can handle this, at least based on what she knows of Johnny Fallguy and his typical M.O. and tactical capability. She watches the takedown with interest, then does a slow scan for the mage….most likely a security mage who was primed to keep the crowd calm during the little publicity stunt.

You paged Mr.Terrific with 'The caster?'. I get right with him and don't let him leave.
You paged Mr.Terrific with 'He's not alone, there's several security people with him. All in light security armor, guns and not letting anyone near him essentially.'.
Mr.Terrific pages: So it's obvious he works with security and wasn't in on the job?
From afar, Mr.Terrific makes totally sure.
You paged Mr.Terrific with 'Absolutely correct. Your instincts after confirming this? This whole thing was staged.'.
Mr.Terrific pages: Quite likely enough! I fade with the rest.

Mr.Terrific , not being as knowledgeable as Serah, heads over towards the back corner where a nondescript man in a grey suit is. But security guards surround him well before Mr. Terrific can get there, even in the confusion; surround him and all face outwards, like he's with them. So Mr. Terrific is left to flood out with the rest - and eventually contact Sotheby's for payment information for his comic books. Including the third appearance of the original Mr. Terrific.

Effek sighs as he pockets his watch and eyes the guns that were being used. He ntes the mind mob and then wonders why wasn't it used on the man with the gun…or yet alone was themage weak or something. He shakes it off and continues to watch the security for anything unusual.

"Can we go now?" inquires Fiona of Savage once the clapping starts. She gets back to her feet easily, in spite of her high heels, and looks around. Hollywood takes a few cleansing breaths and gestures for Savage to take the lead on the way out of here.

«Plot» Knox says, "Ok guys, shops closing up, look like you've all left/are leaving if you need to pose out, please do so now. Such great great great poses here, thanks to all. Feel free to RP beyond this or talk about what happened ICly outside of this scene / spread rumors etc. Look forward to coming new stories too! And if you have any questions later on hit me up."

"I see no problem with that." Savage replies, standing up and helping Fiona towards the door, back to their car so they can get the hell out of here.

The glass tinks against the other glass as Effek sets the wine down, peering through the red liquid in the reflection he watches the man get escorted off the scene. He sighs shaking his head and then listens in on a conversation that passes him by quickly. "Why was it the robber was allowed closer to the podium then even the guest…" Effek nods asking himself the same question. Nodding to security by the door as he leaves "Good job tonight." He says with a smirk, walking down the red carpet he watches the street and ask himself where that man was going to run to. He finds his Limo and gets inside asking the driver to take him home. "What a night." He says as he eyes the bottles of champagne in the car and shrugs "Frag." Popping off the top and pouring himself another glass. "Cheers to La Vida Loca.".

Serah folds up her pocsec as the evening wraps up, her fingers tapping lightly as she compresses the video file and then mails a copy to her blind drop just in case security decides they want to have a look at it. She stands, offers her congratulations to the Sotheby's staff on a job well done, then heads toward the exit. She sends a coded signal to the drone brain of her car, instructing the vehicle to pick her up curbside in five.

END SCENE.

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