You have just entered room "Chat SotSW."
Umbrafer: *Twiddles thumbs amidst the wreckage of the gameworld*
Thematrian1: (Sorry about that; my ISP thinks it's cute to reassign my ip while I'm still using it)
Umbrafer: Heh
EverGuard4 has entered the room.
Umbrafer: *Waves*
CirclMastr: *jawdrop*
MilesMk1: Hello.
MilesMk1: Wait, so who's Alatariel?
Thematrian1: An observer.
EverGuard4: *wakes up from near-catatonic state*
EverGuard4: "What's happening?"
MilesMk1: Ah.
Umbrafer: A misc. person from Dumpshock who's observing.
Thematrian1: You have located a hotel/bar with all you can eat breakfast. It charges by race, which annoys some metahuman rights societies; in fact, that's how you happen to notice it.
Umbrafer: What're the charges?
MilesMk1: ???
MilesMk1: "Do they, now?"
EverGuard4: please excuse me, I'll return shortly, need to rs
EverGuard4 has left the room.
Thematrian1: That it's discriminatory to charge Trolls more for AYCA. Their legal challenge is widely considered doomed, but they're quite vocal.
Umbrafer: Aaah.
Umbrafer: Well, it's got a bit of a precedent in charging less for children and senior citizens.
MilesMk1: (What about dwarves?)
Thematrian1: Indeed. The legal briefs are kinda turgid, but from what you can scan all the hotel has to do is prove that trolls tend to eat more than orks, who tend to eat more than humans.
Thematrian1: Dwarves get a discount. No one's complaining about that, for some reason.
Umbrafer: Hehehe
MilesMk1: My sense of moral outrage is quickly fading.
MilesMk1: (Fools... Muscle density of reptiles, and they think we eat less than humans? Hah.)
EverGuard4 has entered the room.
Umbrafer: Not quite that high, I think, but pretty much.
Thematrian1: So: racially-charged breakfast?
Umbrafer: Yum.
MilesMk1: Sure
Umbrafer: *Drives to the racially-charged breakfast place unless someone objects*
Thematrian1: There's some grafitti scrawled on the sidewalk that no one's bothered to clean yet.
Umbrafer: What does it say?
Thematrian1: "Fuck Tiffani". Whether it's a prejorative or a directive is unclear.
Umbrafer: Hehehe
Umbrafer: Is the place named anything like that, or is it probably directed at the weapons manufacturer?
Umbrafer: (Or some unknown woman)
Thematrian1: The hotel is the Sunlight Inn.
Thematrian1: The attached restraunt is the sunlight cafe
Umbrafer: *Finds a parking space*
Thematrian1: easily done. The place is nearly deserted.
Umbrafer: Hm.
Umbrafer: There any immediately apparent reason for desertedness?
Thematrian1: no
Thematrian1: unless the customers are friends of Tiffani, or something.
EverGuard4: (bad food)
Umbrafer: (Very possibly0
Umbrafer: *)
MilesMk1: (We've been on the road for days and were threatened with turducken - how bad can it be?)
Umbrafer: "Someone going to get us a room?"
CirclMastr: "We'll need our own room, dear"
MilesMk1: "Sounds like a job for the assault team."
MilesMk1: "I'll get two rooms, then?"
MilesMk1: (which, with Trickster gone, currently consists of one person... I'm feeling fragile)
Umbrafer: "Sure. Take the spider."
CirclMastr: (Shojo has an assault rifle)
EverGuard4: *mumbles incoherently*
Thematrian1: Only Blake then?
Umbrafer: Yep, looks like it
MilesMk1: *Blake and the spider go to get a room.*
EverGuard4: (and me?)
Thematrian1: (If you get out of the van, then yes. Otherwise not.)
MilesMk1: (would that be arachnophilia?)
EverGuard4: *gets out and follows Blake*
MilesMk1: "Feeling the need to move again, eh?"
Thematrian1: The room reservation is entirely automated, with a friendly touchscreen interface.
EverGuard4: "there's only so long one can be unconscious without perishing"
MilesMk1: "You want a room of your own, or do you mind splitting one?"
EverGuard4: "I can share."
Umbrafer: *Watches the spider*
MilesMk1: *Blake gets two double occupancy rooms.*
MilesMk1: (next to each other)
Thematrian1: There's an actual person minding the cafe; you can see it at the end of the hallway.
Thematrian1: That's easily done; nearly all the rooms are empty.
Thematrian1: They're 60 nuyen each for the single night.
MilesMk1: *Heads back to the car, gives Alex the room key.* "I guess the gear's probably more secure in the car than in the room, right?"
Umbrafer: "Probably."
EverGuard4: (time in game?)
Thematrian1: (~8:30)
EverGuard4: (thx)
Umbrafer: *Locks van after everyone's out, heads for room* "Meet by the van at... 9:00 for breakfast? 9:15?"
MilesMk1: "9:15 sounds good."
EverGuard4: *disappears to brush teeth*
MilesMk1: *Heads off for a shower and a change of clothes.*
CirclMastr: *follows Alex up to the room, holding her arm*
Umbrafer: *Meanders to the room*
Umbrafer: "You want first shower?"
CirclMastr: "Finally some alone time. Want to split a shower, love?"
EverGuard4: *sits and meditates in room*
Umbrafer: "I'd probably fall asleep on you."
CirclMastr: (Bad lag)
MilesMk1: (Like that ever stopped Shojo before. ;-))
CirclMastr: "Oh, I think I could keep you stimulated"
Umbrafer: "Um..." *discombobulates*
CirclMastr: (What exactly does that mean in this context?)
Thematrian1: (At a guess, "becomes flustered")
MilesMk1: (Comes apart?)
Umbrafer: (That Alex is bad at dealing with things of this nature, and doubly so when extremely sleep-deprived. Pretty much what he said.)
Umbrafer: (Discombobulate means "to cause to be confused emotionally", among other things)
CirclMastr: (Ah well)
Umbrafer: (Interestingly enough, according to Dictionary.com, combobulate isn't a word.)
Thematrian1: (Yeah. Discombobulate is a silly derivation of "discomode" IIRC)
Umbrafer: "Um. Maybe when I've had more sleep."
*OnlineHost*: EverGuard4 rolled 15 6-sided dice: 2 6 1 1 4 5 6 2 2 6 6 2 1 3 1
EverGuard4: um...
*OnlineHost*: EverGuard4 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 6 5 4 1 3 6
*OnlineHost*: EverGuard4 rolled 2 6-sided dice: 6 3
*OnlineHost*: EverGuard4 rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
CirclMastr: *sighs* "Fine..."
Umbrafer: *Takes a nap while waiting*
CirclMastr: *takes a lonely shower*
Thematrian1: You finish your domestic activities, and 9:00 comes.
EverGuard4: *grumbles about growing older....*
EverGuard4: *wanders off to find breakfast*
EverGuard4: (btw, did we get paid last run?)
Thematrian1: (Yep)
EverGuard4: (or was my comatose state prohibiting me from cashing out?)
Umbrafer: *Showered, much happier about that, but still quite tired*
MilesMk1: (You actually kindly offered to pick up the hospital bills of a poor man we saved from being killed by ganagers.)
Thematrian1: (::giggle:: )
MilesMk1: *Heads down to breakfast after cleaning up.*
EverGuard4: (that's alright... I can live with saving homeless individuals) =)
CirclMastr: *helps Alex down to breakfast*
MilesMk1: (Yay! GM, tell him what he's won. ;-))
CirclMastr: (A lack of money!)
EverGuard4: *sings ABBA's "Dancing Queen" as he comes to breakfast*
Thematrian1: You gather at the Sunlight Cafe, conveniently attached to the Sunshine Hotel. At least, that's what the sign says.
Umbrafer: *Wanders in*
EverGuard4: "Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen.... YOU CAN DANCE! YOU CAN JIVE!"
Thematrian1: There's a young man by a little waiter's podium. He has a perfect valley girl accent.
Thematrian1: "Hithere, myname'sEric.
MilesMk1: "So... Is it always this full, Eric?"
Thematrian1: "Are you guests of our hotel?"
EverGuard4: *nods*
Thematrian1: He sighs a little. "Yes. It's so BOR-ing."
Thematrian1: "Your room number, please."
MilesMk1: *Gives room numbers.*
CirclMastr: "My girlfriend really needs a pick-me-up, can we get a couple espressos here? And none of that soy crap, the real deal"
EverGuard4: "My heart is stone and still it trembles..."
Thematrian1: "Ok, the food's against the wall. I woke up the cook, so it ought to all be there. Letmeknow if you need anything."
EverGuard4: *checks Eric out astrally just to make sure he isn't insect-spirit possessed*
Thematrian1: "Real coffee? That's extra."
EverGuard4: < hasn't met valley-girl types before...
CirclMastr: "Yeah yeah"
CirclMastr: (Your San Francisco accent needs work, heh)
Thematrian1: He's astrally clean.
Umbrafer: (Odds are you wouldn't know the invae)
EverGuard4: "And then the men go marching out into the fray! Conquering the enemy and carrying the day!"
MilesMk1: "Um... Yeah. I'll be conquering the buffet over there for now."
Umbrafer: What all is at the buffet?
CirclMastr: "I'll get you some breakfast, dear" *heads over and makes up two plates of whatever looks edible*
EverGuard4: *sighs at the underappreciative audience*
Thematrian1: There's a dish full of pseudo-pancakes. Another full of pseudo-waffles. Another full of greenish eggs. Some crispy pseudobacon. Some real ham, under hot lights.
EverGuard4: *mutters about hunting his own food and takes assorted meats*
MilesMk1: (Do dwarves get a bonus to Body for resisting toxins?)
Thematrian1: Some juices. The promised real coffee, under the guardianship of a surly-looking human in a chef's hat.
CirclMastr: (Yes)
CirclMastr: *gets Alex some coffee too*
Thematrian1: "That adds t'yer bill."
MilesMk1: *Piles on generous samplings of everything, gets juice and coffee*
Umbrafer: *Ponders what causes the ham to be real while everything else is pseudo*
Umbrafer: (Save the coffee, of course)
CirclMastr: (It's Soylent Ham)
CirclMastr: (Everything else is just soy)
Umbrafer: (Mmm, people.)
MilesMk1: "That's fine... Say, does this place ever fill up? I thought LA would be livelier..."
Thematrian1: "Will be, when the students come back."
Umbrafer: *Thanks Shojo, drinks the coffee like the lifeblood it is*
Umbrafer: (When she returns)
MilesMk1: "Ah. How's the ham today?"
Thematrian1: "Came offa pig, I hear. S'good."
MilesMk1: "That's always a good sign, I guess."
MilesMk1: "Did you ever hear of Turducken?"
EverGuard4: *waits for Eric to disappear*
Thematrian1: "I've heard stories."
Thematrian1: "I mean, I've never seen it. But I hear there's this place in the elf ghetto that makes it."
EverGuard4: *sings to self "I am warning you Javert!"*
MilesMk1: "Right, right. Thank you." *Heads back to the table balancing a large plate, a mug and a juice glass*
Thematrian1: Eric hovers by the door, watching you. The cafe is big enough that you can get out of easy earshot, though.
CirclMastr: *eats in relative silence (which is pretty damn silent)*
EverGuard4: *tells the company the results of his little astral foray*
EverGuard4: ... which window I just closed... would you mind repeating it, Seiler? *feels sheepish*
CirclMastr: (Baa! Baa!)
Thematrian1: bah indeed
Thematrian1: stupid character limit
Thematrian1: the short version is that Sam paid a visit to your box and peeked inside.
Thematrian1: There's an outer layer of...something, a bunch of stuff that looks from the astral like blue gelatin, and some black rocks suspended in them
EverGuard4: and background count...
Thematrian1: yes, and that
Umbrafer has left the room.
EverGuard4: though that might not mean anything to any of your characters =)
Thematrian1: not a lot, just a little, but enough
Umbrafer has entered the room.
Umbrafer: I feel like I'm playing musical AIM clients.
Umbrafer: Anything about the box?
EverGuard4: *sings lines from JCSS*
EverGuard4: There's an outer layer of...something, a bunch of stuff that looks from the astral like blue gelatin, and some black rocks suspended in them
EverGuard4: and background count...
Thematrian1: and background count
Thematrian1: heh
EverGuard4: not a lot, just a little, but enough
EverGuard4: *Sam looks at faces of others for any flash of recognition*
EverGuard4: "Nevermind.... suffice it to say the box has bad vibes..."
CirclMastr: (*doesn't even know what box he's talking about*)
EverGuard4: (the one we're carrying... the box about the run is centered?)
MilesMk1: "What shape is the 'gelatin' in, and how are the 'rocks' arranged, spatially?"
EverGuard4: "It fills the lining."
Umbrafer: *Reflexively tries to search for "background count" before realizing she isn't jacked in*
EverGuard4: "The lining fits the box perfectly."
EverGuard4: "I didn't recognize any special arrangement..."
EverGuard4: *draws whatever he remembers on a napkin*
Thematrian1: there's no particular pattern to them
EverGuard4: "I suddenly lose control... there's a fire in my soul... oohh oohh Mamma Mia... Here we go AGAIN!" =)
Thematrian1: the team finishes breakfast in silence (?)
Umbrafer: More or less. Idle chatter about the weather, perhaps.
EverGuard4: *looks at the other faces and realizes the others lack the near-maniacal passion Sam has for late 20th century muzik*
CirclMastr: *clears her throat*
MilesMk1: "Well, that doesn't remind me of any weapon I know of... Maybe you guys can do more with the info once you're jacked in?"
EverGuard4: *almost unfazed* "Ripple in still water... where there is no pebble tossed, nor wind to blow..."
CirclMastr: "When are we handing it off again?"
MilesMk1: (7:00, was it?)
Umbrafer: "This evening. 7:00?"
Thematrian1: (yep)
CirclMastr: *sighs*
EverGuard4: "Anyone have anything to attend to in the meanwhile?"
Thematrian1: What are you all doing 'till then? You haven't slept in awhile, unless you're Sam...
MilesMk1: (Now, that sounds like a good idea... Sleep.)
Umbrafer: Sleep.
MilesMk1: I think Blake'll just crash for eight hours, unless someone needs him for something.
EverGuard4: (do we have a plan to get in to UCLA?)
CirclMastr: Sleep is good
CirclMastr: We're meeting off campus, aren't we?
Thematrian1: Catty's is off-campus, yes.
Umbrafer: Yep
EverGuard4: (I didn't know that... =))
EverGuard4: "How far is Catty's?"
Thematrian1: ~15 minutes from the hotel.
EverGuard4: *thanks the all-knowing spirits above*
Thematrian1: (It's the sort of thing Alex would know ;-))
EverGuard4: "Can I get directions, Alex?"
Umbrafer: "Um, sure." *Gives what she remembers, will check the rest when they finish*
Umbrafer: "So who do you think'll win the '56 election?"
Umbrafer: "Sounds to me like a Technocrat shoo-in."
CirclMastr: "Pssh, you know the elections are rigged"
CirclMastr: "Why do you think they ever switched to a purely electronic voting system?"
MilesMk1: "Those blind idiots and butterfly ballots in Florida in 2000?"
CirclMastr: "..."
CirclMastr: "What century are YOU living in?"
Umbrafer: "That was before my time..."
MilesMk1: "It's called history."
CirclMastr: "You can't live in the past"
MilesMk1: "Well, the employment prospects for our sort definitely weren't very good back then. Long live the future."
CirclMastr: "So what are we going to do for the meet tonight?"
Umbrafer: "People live in the past every day."
Umbrafer: "Humanis, for instance."
CirclMastr: "And we all know what morons they are"
CirclMastr: "Meet. Tonight. Seven. How is it going to go down?"
Umbrafer: "We go in, talk to the guy, find out where the package goes, put it there and get paid."
CirclMastr: "Who goes in?"
MilesMk1: "I think the question is, does Sam come with me, or do I go with just the spider for company?"
Umbrafer: "Take the telepresence rig. We might be able to use it."
MilesMk1: "Sure - I guess it'll depend on the layout and the crowd."
MilesMk1: "Do you still have your taps running on our friend, by the way? He doesn't seem like much of a threat, but it'll be good to know if he makes any calls between now and 7:00."
CirclMastr: "I'm going out to the van" *gets up and makes it so*
MilesMk1: *goes up to get some sleep*
Umbrafer: (Do we settle the bill there, or is it automatically billed and soforth?)
Thematrian1: (autobill, Eric said)
Umbrafer: *Nods*
Umbrafer: *Heads out to van as well, watching Sam hum 20th century music to himself*
CirclMastr: *is jacked in*
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 7 6-sided dice: 5 2 2 2 1 2 4
CirclMastr: ...
EverGuard4: (how large is this package, again?)
Umbrafer: About a meter cubed, IIRC?
Thematrian1: ish. 3.5 feet on a side.
EverGuard4: *goes in search of other party members*
EverGuard4: *upon coming to van, asks one of the humans to probe any connection between our contact and Catty's*
CirclMastr: "Busy"
EverGuard4: (is Alex also occupied?)
Umbrafer: (By attempting to maintain consciousness, yes ;-) ) "I'll see what I can find."
Umbrafer: Etiquette, Computers, or both?
Thematrian1: Etiquette
EverGuard4: *continues*
EverGuard4: "Catty's seems an odd place to transfer such a large package."
Umbrafer: "We may not be transferring it there. We're just meeting the contact.
Umbrafer: *"
EverGuard4: "As a meeting-ground, it appears fine."
EverGuard4: (for future reference, is there room in the van for Dodge Scoot?)
Thematrian1: (If at least one of the drones is out, yes, otherwise not)
Umbrafer: (What's the Body on a Scoot?
Umbrafer: *)
EverGuard4: 2, methinks
Umbrafer: Probably. So either I'd have to deploy a drone or have a few of them disassembled.
EverGuard4: (are we skipping to 6-something?)
Thematrian1: In a moment, yes.
CirclMastr: I'm doing Matrix-y stuff
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 7 6-sided dice: 4 2 4 4 6 5 6
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 2 6-sided dice: 3 3
Thematrian1: Six o'clock comes.
Umbrafer: *Has slept for most of the intervening time*
Umbrafer: *Is feeling much better*
CirclMastr: *puts up a picture on the display for Alex* "At the meet, can you look for her among the dancers or waitresses?"
Umbrafer: *Nods* "I will."
CirclMastr: (and, brb)
Thematrian1: Driving, driving, driving to the ::cough:: bar?
Umbrafer: Yep
CirclMastr: Back
MilesMk1: (Taking an Ares III, Ceska 120, stun glove. No hand grenades this time, though.)
Thematrian1: heh
Thematrian1: You get there at 6:15. The door is still locked, though the inside is lit.
Umbrafer: Spider in his pocket, kimji on his shoulder.
Thematrian1: hang around, bomb the place?
Umbrafer: Nah, we don't have enough ATGMs to level it.
MilesMk1: (Kimji?)
Umbrafer: (Body 0 fuzzy rotodrone with helicopter ears)
Thematrian1: (It is a tad bit conspicuous)
Umbrafer: (So is Blake. We can hide it if preferred, though.)
Umbrafer: ( ;-) )
Umbrafer: (Maybe we should get him a matching stuffed animal for the other shoulder)
MilesMk1: (Umm... Let's hide it, please.)
Umbrafer: (Sounds good. Got a decent-sized pocket?)
MilesMk1: (He wears a combat jacket...)
MilesMk1: (If it can hadle all the ammo and grenades he carries sometimes...)
Umbrafer: (Hehehe)
Umbrafer: (Good point.)
*OnlineHost*: EverGuard4 rolled 15 6-sided dice: 5 2 1 3 6 3 4 1 4 6 3 1 3 1 1
*OnlineHost*: EverGuard4 rolled 2 6-sided dice: 2 6
*OnlineHost*: EverGuard4 rolled 1 6-sided die: 5
*OnlineHost*: EverGuard4 rolled 9 6-sided dice: 1 4 1 5 3 1 3 2 1
Thematrian1: So: Blake and Sam going in? Anyone else?
CirclMastr: *stays in the van (fondling Alex)*
Umbrafer: *Stays in the van (jacked in and unaware of the fondling)*
Umbrafer: (In other words, business as usual)
Thematrian1: (natch)
Thematrian1: waiting 'till 7, then in you go?
MilesMk1: (Unless someone has something they need to do?)
Umbrafer: Scanning area and soforth
*OnlineHost*: Umbrafer rolled 7 6-sided dice: 3 5 6 5 5 2 5
*OnlineHost*: Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
*OnlineHost*: Umbrafer rolled 5 6-sided dice: 6 5 5 5 2
*OnlineHost*: Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
*OnlineHost*: Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
Umbrafer: (Passive and Active, respectively. Looking for people and vehicles)
Umbrafer: (And gangers beating up on people who Blake can then fit the bill for the continued survival of)
Umbrafer: (Foot, rather)
Thematrian1: you detect everything down to the birds and the mice. There are half a dozen people indoors; you've been watching them enter. No gangers this evening. Surroundings have lots of people, in clumps, presumably making merry.
Umbrafer: *Envies the simplicity of their existences*
EverGuard4: *enters*
Thematrian1: At 7, the party hasn't really started yet. The music's on, and two of the dancers are dancing, but it's pretty tame.
MilesMk1: *goes in as well*
Thematrian1: Adamchik is not in evidence.
Thematrian1: (brb)
Umbrafer: "Has the contact left home?" You have just entered room "Chat SotSW."
Thematrian1: there we go
Umbrafer: Wb
CirclMastr: *hides the asians*
Thematrian1: ...
Umbrafer: *Continues the lightswitch rave*
Thematrian1: The dancers are dancing, though it's not sultry so much as desultory
Thematrian1: heh
EverGuard4: (does this establishment cater to a certain race?)
Thematrian1: (the few patrons are all human, as are the dancers you think)
MilesMk1: (And two dwarves, a sam and a mage just walked into the place. Damn we're stealthy :P)
MilesMk1: "Might as well sit down..."
EverGuard4: *nods*
EverGuard4: *finds a table against a wall...*
MilesMk1: *finds the most private table available*
EverGuard4: (with a good view o.O) ... sorry
MilesMk1: (That works... Table against a wall it is. Away from other patrons if possible?)
Umbrafer: *Revels in the stealth*
Umbrafer has left the room.
Thematrian1: The crowd begins to grow, though it's very unobtrusive
Umbrafer has entered the room.
CirclMastr: (Shouldn't we get J back in here?)
Umbrafer: (Yes, we should)
Thematrian1: Thematrian1: The crowd begins to grow, though it's very unobtrusive
CirclMastr: *over the com to the team* # He left work at about 6:45 #
Thematrian1: the place begins to heat up; the crowd is mostly older men reeking with repressed sexuality
CirclMastr: (I'm used to using #this# for subvocal/comm speech)
Thematrian1: (Good enough)
EverGuard4: (hm... that sounds like some gamers I know)
MilesMk1: "We're in the old perverts' retirement home."
EverGuard4: but not any of you o.O ^^
Thematrian1: (Yeah, we're all quite young)
Umbrafer: (Spring chickens)
Thematrian1: 7:30 comes. So does Viktor. He's trying hard to be inconspicuous; in this crowd, he almost is.
Umbrafer: Do I spot him while he's in LOS of the van?
Thematrian1: Yep.
*OnlineHost*: EverGuard4 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 4 3 3 2 2 2
Thematrian1: He's wearing a long coat and sunglasses.
Umbrafer: Sensor lock.
*OnlineHost*: Umbrafer rolled 5 6-sided dice: 1 4 6 2 3
*OnlineHost*: Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
Umbrafer: That should be three successes... not bad.
Thematrian1: aye
Umbrafer has left the room.
Umbrafer has entered the room.
EverGuard4: (do Blake and I recognize Viktor?)
Thematrian1: You've seen his picture often enough.
Thematrian1: The coat-and-sunglasses chic isn't enough to conceal him.
EverGuard4: *pretends to watch dancer in panther mask while observing Viktor*
Umbrafer: *Grabs a sensor lock from the spider when he gets in LOS, too
Umbrafer: **
Thematrian1: He spots you guys straight away, flinches, then tries to saunter casually toward you.
*OnlineHost*: Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 1
Umbrafer: *Locks onto a dancer*
Thematrian1: you have sensor lock on Viktor. He's shorter and with more breasts than you remember, but the sensors don't lie.
EverGuard4: ??
Umbrafer: #Some funny readings from the spider. Watch out.#
MilesMk1: *Waits for Victor to come over.*
Thematrian1: he comes, slowly
MilesMk1: *scans him for weapons, in case he's thinking of anything stupid*
*OnlineHost*: MilesMk1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 2 5 6 3 1 6
*OnlineHost*: MilesMk1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
*OnlineHost*: MilesMk1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
Thematrian1: no weapons
*OnlineHost*: MilesMk1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 5
MilesMk1: 15,11,5
Umbrafer has left the room.
Umbrafer has entered the room.
Umbrafer: (Sorry 'bout that. I'm back downstairs, so it shouldn't happen again)
CirclMastr: (*watches things slow way down again*)
*OnlineHost*: EverGuard4 rolled 15 6-sided dice: 2 4 4 2 4 1 5 5 1 2 1 3 3 2 4
*OnlineHost*: EverGuard4 rolled 12 6-sided dice: 3 5 4 5 2 1 5 3 6 5 5 1
alatariel43 has left the room.
Thematrian1: "Uh...hi"
Thematrian1: (That was Vicky)
EverGuard4: *let's Blake talk*
MilesMk1: "Hello, Victor. Would you like to sit down?"
Thematrian1: "Y-yes, of course." He sits.
MilesMk1: (How does the coast look, as far as putting up the telepresence rig goes, BTW? I'm guessing it's a little too crowded for that, right?)
Umbrafer: (I can leave the image down, if it makes a difference)
Thematrian1: (It'd be conspicuous as hell. Of course, so are Blake and Sam...)
alatariel43 has entered the room.
MilesMk1: *puts the rig down, counting on Alex not to turn the image on*
Umbrafer: *Turns rig on, leaves image blank*
Thematrian1: He looks at it. "Hello."
Umbrafer: *Blinks LEDs a few times* "Good evening."
MilesMk1: "Good evening. I understand you have some information for us? Certain details we need?"
Thematrian1: "Yes, yes"
MilesMk1: "Would you like a drink? You seem a little edgy. Trouble at work?"
Thematrian1: "No, no, everything fine.
CirclMastr: # If you want to freak him out, ask him how Miss Summers is doing, heh heh #
Thematrian1: "I just...everything is fine."
EverGuard4: (do I have comm access?)
CirclMastr: (Do you have a micro-transceiver or anything?)
Thematrian1: (No)
EverGuard4: (I have an ear-unit cell... =( )
CirclMastr: (Bah, what kind of teammate are you? Get comm gear!)
Thematrian1: (ooh, nm)
CirclMastr: (Come on, you know you want to fuck with his head)
EverGuard4: *jabs @ Blake to prevent him from asking*
EverGuard4: (discreet under-the-table kick)
MilesMk1: (Shojo can mess with his head all she wants after we're paid. :-))
CirclMastr: (And she will, too!)
MilesMk1: (Poor bastard.)
MilesMk1: "I'm glad to hear that. In that case...?" *trails off somewhat expectantly*
Thematrian1: ::twitch::
MilesMk1: *casually looks around for anyone who might be paying us too much attention*
Thematrian1: He gets a puzzled look for a moment.
Thematrian1: "I need you to get to the lab in Goddard 441, with the package."
Thematrian1: "Campus police would want to inspect it."
MilesMk1: "I see. Is that the extent of the information, or do you also have anything that'll help us with access?"
MilesMk1: "Also, when does it need to get there?"
Thematrian1: "I've drawn some maps..."
Thematrian1: "Oh, no time. If you can't get there at all, I understand..."
MilesMk1: "No particular deadline that you know of, in other words?"
Thematrian1: right, exactly!
MilesMk1: "Very well, may we have the maps?"
Thematrian1: "Of course." He reaches into his coat, and removes a sheaf of papers.
Thematrian1: "There are some of the grounds, too, so you can find the building..."
MilesMk1: (how old fashioned)
Thematrian1: The maps are hand-drawn, in pen, and not very precise
Umbrafer: *Searches for approximates in the Matrix*
Thematrian1: "The campus police can be tricky...if you don't think you can get in, I understand..."
MilesMk1: "Do you know anything about the lab itself? What kind of a lab it is? Will the staff be expecting us, or are we to do this while no one is there?"
Thematrian1: "No one should know." His voice goes urgent.
Thematrian1: "It's an ME lab, for the grad students. No one uses it much."
MilesMk1: "In that case, do you know how many people work there, and what their schedule is?"
MilesMk1: "Sporadic and irregular, then?"
Thematrian1: "They're grad students. They stay up to all hours."
Umbrafer: (About how heavy is the package?)
Thematrian1: (Not very. Any of you can lift it easily (except maybe Alex))
Umbrafer: (Under twenty kilos?)
Thematrian1: (Yes)
MilesMk1: "Hmm... Let's back up a bit. If the campus police are "tricky", and information you have about them would certainly help. For instance, are you aware whether they employ a security rigger?"
MilesMk1: (any information, rather)
Umbrafer: "And how carefully do they watch intrusion... from above?"
MilesMk1: "Or whether they use any kind of automated systems?"
Thematrian1: "I don't know. There're locks on all the doors.
MilesMk1: "Oh, and a basic question - how many are there, in your estimate, and what are they armed with?"
Umbrafer: #I can drop this thing in on a Strato, with a little work#
Thematrian1: "The police have stunsticks. I don't know how many."
CirclMastr: # I could probably just arrange for one of us to deliver it the usual way #
Thematrian1: "They usually just deal with drunk frat brats."
MilesMk1: "How does the "tricky" aspect figure into that?"
Thematrian1: "Er...well...I just thought..."
Thematrian1: He brightens.
Thematrian1: "Well, you have to get past all the keycard locks, without it being tracable. That's hard, right?"
Umbrafer: #Is it just me, or does he not want us to deliver this?#
Umbrafer: "Sometimes. Sometimes not."
Thematrian1: "And, there are cameras everywhere. Some of them detect motion.'
MilesMk1: "Well, see, this is the kind of thing that's helpful - given that we are going to finish this job, and would like to do it as discretely as possible."
MilesMk1: "Are there cameras outside of the building, on the grounds of the campus, as well?"
Thematrian1: "Some. Not as many."
MilesMk1: "Any guards specifically in the building we're interested in? Is there a guard in the lobby, a visitor's check-in desk, etc.?"
Thematrian1: "No. It's for students and faculty."
MilesMk1: "Or is it simply key-card access?"
Thematrian1: "Just keycards, for all the doors and to use the elevators."
MilesMk1: "Elevators... What floor is it on? 4th?"
EverGuard4: "Do you require your keycard to access all facilities on campus?"
Thematrian1: "Yes."
Thematrian1: "Well, almost"
Thematrian1: "They usually don't make you use it for the gym..."
EverGuard4: "Why would campus police suspect you for bringing the package in?"
Umbrafer: (Let's be rebels and go exercise for free!)
MilesMk1: *seems to have momentary trouble reconciling Victor and 'gym' but tries not to let it show*
Thematrian1: "They're inspecting everything that goes into ME now, ever since...well, for a long time now."
MilesMk1: "Ever since?"
MilesMk1: "And what's 'ME'?"
Umbrafer: (Emphatic "me", methinks)
Thematrian1: "One of the Bio/ME doubles got a hold of a ..."
Umbrafer: (Ooh)
Umbrafer: (I see.)
Thematrian1: (It's pronounced M-E)
Umbrafer: (Makes more sense that way)
Thematrian1: "Magical Engineering"
Umbrafer: (Oh dear. Bio/ME=bad combo.)
Thematrian1: "So, it'd save time if no one knew."
MilesMk1: (Damn... Guys, someone will have to take over for me. I just looked at the time, and I have to log off.)
Thematrian1: (Arg, it's 12:16)
Thematrian1: (Sleep well)
MilesMk1: (Later.)
Thematrian1: (See you on Thursday, or in a week's time, or something)
MilesMk1: (Yep.)
MilesMk1 has left the room.
CirclMastr has left the room.
Umbrafer: (Was that the end signal?)
Thematrian1: apparently
Umbrafer: Mmkay.
Thematrian1: Viktor has little else to relate.
EverGuard4: *makes idle chitchat with him*
Thematrian1: Other than repeated assurances that it wouldn't be a problem if you backed out now.
EverGuard4: trying to engage him to stay
Umbrafer: Is the package under fourteen kilos, or does it top that?
Umbrafer: *Wonders why he wants us to not deliver the package*
Thematrian1: (15, I was estimating. Why?)
Umbrafer: (Figuring out what drones I have that can carry it. 15 means slightly too heavy for the LDSD, sadly)
EverGuard4: "The cameras you mentioned... are they also in the lab you want the package in?"
Thematrian1: "Three"
EverGuard4: "Would the sudden appearance of the box in the lab disturb security personnel?"
EverGuard4: "Even if the box is successfully negotiated into ULCA?"
Thematrian1: "Leave it in one of the locked cabinets, or something."
EverGuard4: "Would you have an excuse to visit your lab this evening? Say... if you perchance forgot some material for home study?"
Thematrian1: ::flinch:: "I...can't, I have another engagement."
EverGuard4: "How long back to campus?"
Thematrian1: "Half an hour, maybe less. Surely you don't mean..."
EverGuard4: "I mean that we can deliver this package by nine oclock, if you so desire."
EverGuard4: "It would merely require some slight cooperation from you."
Thematrian1: ::flinch:: "I don't want...no one should know I'm involved!"
EverGuard4: *laughs kindly* "No one will, sir."
EverGuard4: "If you desire another delivery date, that can be arranged... I merely suggest this to allow you greater time with your package." (says it in the most un-sexual referenced way possible
Thematrian1: (He misses it. Behind him, the dancers don leopard masks and gyrate.)
EverGuard4: (misses it?)
EverGuard4: (too distressed to listen?)
Thematrian1: (Misses the innuendo)
Thematrian1: "Er...well...I..."
Umbrafer: #If there was ever a man who had too much time with his package, this is he.#
EverGuard4: *tries to be friendly and relaxed, not threatening or intimidating*
EverGuard4: (#shaddup#) =)
Umbrafer has left the room.
Thematrian1: "All right. Tonight. Now, even.
EverGuard4: *nods* "Splendid."
Umbrafer has entered the room.
EverGuard4: "I presume you came by car?"
Thematrian1: "Y-yes"
EverGuard4: "Let's go out, then." *smiles, friendly*
EverGuard4: #bring our van next to his#
EverGuard4: *let's Viktor lead the way to the van*
Thematrian1: He follows you out, trying not to shake too much.
Umbrafer has left the room.
Thematrian1: heh
EverGuard4: can we pretend Alex heard me and complied?
Thematrian1: He heads for his car.
Umbrafer has entered the room.
Thematrian1: Yeah, let's do that.
EverGuard4: btw ala... if you're still here
Thematrian1: Sees the van
EverGuard4: I'm normally not this anal and controlling
EverGuard4: Im normally not even here ^^
Umbrafer: *Pokes the bunny*
EverGuard4: sees ours or his?
Thematrian1: His is more of a 2020 pre-americar. The only van is yours.
EverGuard4: uh...
Umbrafer: What is this about seeing the van?
EverGuard4: reference our conversation... you said van
Thematrian1: then I screwed up. He came in a car.
EverGuard4: kk
EverGuard4: *beckons V to our van
Thematrian1: ::swallow, enter::
Thematrian1: And that's where we stop.
EverGuard4: blah...
Thematrian1: Fun times, I just need to go to work tomorrow
Thematrian1: Next week, the thrilling conclusion
EverGuard4: *sighs*
Thematrian1: ?
Umbrafer has left the room.
Thematrian1: Good night all. Hope you enjoyed it, alatariel