You have just entered room "Shadows."
EverGuard4 has entered the room.
Vernjonal has entered the room.
CirclMastr has entered the room.
MilesMk1 has entered the room.
alatariel43 has entered the room.
Thematrian1: Since Dragcrell doesn't seem to exist anymore, that's everybody
CirclMastr: Dragcrell hates us all
Thematrian1: that's a theory
Thematrian1: when we left our heroes, they'd done some meddling and collected a credstick
CirclMastr: Cred is good
Vernjonal: Munny munny munny...
Thematrian1: So, having collected your pay and delivered your package, what's the plan?
Vernjonal: Speaking of which, we still need to do the bit with the car. We can do that later, though.
Vernjonal: "What's the plan?"
Thematrian1: one wrinkle though
MilesMk1: "Well, I for one am still curious about Turducken."
Thematrian1: Sam is nowhere to be found
CirclMastr: (We don't even have a plan and there's already a wrinkle)
MilesMk1: The dwarf went somewhere?
MilesMk1: Or is his soul missing again?
Thematrian1: No, this time it's the whole dwarf
CirclMastr: "Where'd we last leave him?"
MilesMk1: "Where did the mage go?"
Vernjonal: "In the trunk, last I saw."
Vernjonal has left the room.
CirclMastr: (Hmmm)
Vernjonal has entered the room.
MilesMk1: When is the last time I remember seeing him?
MilesMk1: He wasn't there when we drove Victor to his house to get the credstick?
Vernjonal: Waitaminute. Did I keep my sensor lock on him?
Vernjonal: Hm.
Vernjonal: "I'm sure he'll be fine. Let's go get some food."
CirclMastr: "Think we could swing by the campus again?"
MilesMk1: "Ok... Why are we not worried about Sam al of a sudden?"
MilesMk1: (all)
Vernjonal: "It's just a hunch. What do you want to hit campus for?"
MilesMk1: *looks puzzled, but lets it drop*
CirclMastr: "I'd like to see Martha"
Vernjonal: "Why?"
MilesMk1: "Gah... What are we, the undergrad counseling hotline?"
CirclMastr: "Hush up you. I just want to"
MilesMk1: "Fine... But no teaching her how to castrate anyone."
Vernjonal: "I don't want to hang around there, but I can drop you off and pick you up if you really want."
CirclMastr: "That's fine"
Thematrian1: (Last run up at http://www.sotsw.net/runs/SotSW%207-06-04.htm )
Thematrian1: The van rolls back to the UCLA campus.
CirclMastr: *hops out and heads to the dorms*
Vernjonal: How far away is the place selling turducken?
CirclMastr: (Shojo's secret agenda was to avoid turducken, and it worked! Mwahahaha!)
Thematrian1: 'bout fifteen minutes from campus
Vernjonal: What time is it?
CirclMastr: (Time for turducken to DIE)
Thematrian1: 9:45
Vernjonal: "We're gonna try to find someplace to eat, call when you want to be picked up."
Vernjonal: *After the door is closed* "Who's up for some turducken?"
CirclMastr: "K"
EverGuard4: um...
CirclMastr: (Run away!)
MilesMk1: "I willing to at least look at it."
Vernjonal: *Drives to the place of Turducken*
MilesMk1: (I'm)
Vernjonal: Is it open?
Thematrian1: A painted sign hangs in the window. "TWENTYFOUR HOUR SERVICE"
Thematrian1: The lights are on.
CirclMastr: (Turducken is like a twinkie: it survives even nuclear waste)
Vernjonal: *Parks, heads inside*
MilesMk1: *Goes in too*
Vernjonal: "If you want to join us, just lock up when you leave."
Vernjonal: What does the place look like?
CirclMastr: (A soy slaughterhouse) You have just entered room "Shadows."
Thematrian1: thank you kindly
Vernjonal has left the room.
CirclMastr: (....Ahahaha)
CirclMastr: (J hates us)
Thematrian1: As I was saying, the place is arranged deli-style: tables, a long counter along one side. The one break in the decor is the heavy iron door that presumably leads to the kitchen
Thematrian1: (I'll c&p it, I just wanted it out there)
EverGuard4: btw... I'm actually reading the sensor rules through for the first time, anyone else take umbrage at some of them?
CirclMastr: (Never bothered reading them all)
Thematrian1: Yeah, Sensor rules > Magic
EverGuard4: nono... the fact that "solid objects" are a +2 modifier
Thematrian1: those of us who love Trid Phantasm get owned too
EverGuard4: so twelve feet underground
EverGuard4: it's +2 to be detected
Vernjonal has entered the room.
Vernjonal: Thanks
*OnlineHost*: Vernjonal rolled 12 6-sided dice: 5 3 5 1 1 1 1 4 5 6 4 2
Vernjonal: Good good.
MilesMk1: Any people in the place?
Vernjonal: *Walks in, taking a good look around*
CirclMastr: (There are lots of people in the turducken...)
Thematrian1: Only the proprietor. She's immense, even for a troll,
MilesMk1: *Walks up to the counter.*
MilesMk1: "So, what IS turducken, anyway? Is it behind the vault door?"
Thematrian1: "You're not my usual customers. But you're lookin' for Turducken, are ya, cutie?"
MilesMk1: "What if I were?"
MilesMk1: "I'm actually more interested in *what* it is. You know, animal, vegetable, mineral..."
Thematrian1: "Then I'd ask you to wait ten minutes, 'till the freshest batch is done." (She laughs uproariously)
Thematrian1: "You know what my secret is?"
MilesMk1: "Nope."
Thematrian1: (Big grin) "Meat! Nothing but the real deal."
MilesMk1: "What kind of meat?"
Thematrian1: (Big look of surprise) "Guy like you doesn't know? Turkey, duck, and chicken. They're all birds, and they taste great together!"
MilesMk1: *Looks at Alex* "Well, my curiosity it satisified. Want me to get you any?"
Thematrian1: "Yeah honey, you want some? Only real meat in this dump?"
Thematrian1: (A wave of her arm takes in the surrounding shops)
Vernjonal has left the room.
Vernjonal has entered the room.
Vernjonal has left the room.
MilesMk1: (I think that's a "maybe".)
Vernjonal has entered the room.
Vernjonal: There we go.
Vernjonal: *Listens to the turducken discussion with interest and possibly a little hunger*
Thematrian1: "It's a slow night, so I'll tell you one of the secrets."
Thematrian1: "You put the chicken inside the duck, then you put the duck inside the turkey."
Vernjonal: "But then... how do they fit?"
Thematrian1: "Curious, are you? In eight more minutes, you'll get to see for yourself...if you can get Mr. Sourpuss here " She grins at Blake, " to buy you some."
Vernjonal: *Wanders over to Blake* "Thinkin' of trying some?"
MilesMk1: "Maybe. If it looks identifiable..."
MilesMk1: (he says that quietly)
MilesMk1: "Um... How big are the portions?"
Thematrian1: "How big can you handle?"
Vernjonal: (What did he order when we all went out to dinner after the last run?)
MilesMk1: (Who, Blake?)
MilesMk1: (Steak, I think.)
Vernjonal: (How big, though?)
EverGuard4: (go for the whopper, dude)
MilesMk1: "Let's just play it safe and go with the regular human-sized portion."
MilesMk1: "Does that come with any sides?"
Thematrian1: "Your choice of fake rice or fake carrots."
CirclMastr: (Go with the fake carrots, the fake rice is just old rat droppings)
MilesMk1: "Fake rice, then."
MilesMk1: "How much is that?"
Vernjonal: "I'll go with that too."
Thematrian1: "Your total is 24 credits. We do take AzScrip, if you don't have your stick."
Vernjonal: *Blink blink blink*
Vernjonal: "24 each, you mean?"
Thematrian1: "No, 24 total."
MilesMk1: *Suspicious look*
CirclMastr: (I told you to run)
Vernjonal: "How... but... real meat... for... but..." *wanders unsteadily over to a chair and sits down*
CirclMastr: (None of you believed me)
MilesMk1: Do I know if any of the animals mentioned are actually extinct, or something? Or exist only as mutated varieties?
MilesMk1: Are they troll slang names for other metahuman races?
Thematrian1: ( ::collapses in a fit of laughter:: )
Thematrian1: No, not as far as you know.
Vernjonal: "H... how?
Vernjonal: "
alatariel43 has left the room.
Thematrian1: "It's a secret." Big smile.
Thematrian1: "It'll be done in just a minute."
CirclMastr: (I tried warning you)
Vernjonal: (And now you'll suffer too, oh person-whose-ride-will-soon-be-dead)
MilesMk1: *whisper* "Do we make a run for it?"
Thematrian1: She saunters over to the heavy iron door. She turns the heavy iron wheel, and with a grating sound, the door unlocks.
Thematrian1: It swings inward.
Vernjonal: *Whisper* "I... don't know."
CirclMastr: (And screams come forth)
Vernjonal: Taking a look at anything I can see inside.
*OnlineHost*: Vernjonal rolled 7 6-sided dice: 6 5 1 4 1 5 6
Vernjonal: ..roll-dice2
Vernjonal: Er
*OnlineHost*: Vernjonal rolled 2 6-sided dice: 4 4
Thematrian1: Behind the door is an immense iron-gray machine. You only get a glimpse before she slams the door into place...
Thematrian1: ...but you see a label "Main processing" above what looks like an inset oven.
Vernjonal: *Also quietly* "What the fuck?"
Thematrian1: (Blake can roll too, if he wants)
Vernjonal: (Blake! Roll! Roll for your life! For all our lives!)
*OnlineHost*: MilesMk1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 5 6 2 6 3 2
*OnlineHost*: MilesMk1 rolled 2 6-sided dice: 4 3
Thematrian1: Blake, meanwhile, spots a wide metal tube at the top of the device labeled "Insertion"
Vernjonal: "Whatever comes out had better still be whole and look like a turkey."
Vernjonal: !!!
Vernjonal: (*Smacks self on forehead*)
MilesMk1: *quietly* "I don't have much faith in foods that begin their life as something shoved down a tube..."
MilesMk1: "Or should that be 'end their life'..."
MilesMk1: "Begin their new life...?"
Vernjonal: (On another note, while this entire thing isn't comforting, I just realized that as much real meat as these people seem to have just might be worth keeping in a vault.)
CirclMastr: (But that still leaves the issue of how much it costs)
Thematrian1: Rattle. Clank.
Vernjonal: (As I said, "while this entire thing isn't comforting")
Thematrian1: The door swings open.
*OnlineHost*: Vernjonal rolled 7 6-sided dice: 5 4 4 6 5 1 6
*OnlineHost*: Vernjonal rolled 2 6-sided dice: 6 6
*OnlineHost*: Vernjonal rolled 2 6-sided dice: 3 2
Thematrian1: The proprietess emerges. She's carrying large metal tray, with something that looks for all the world like a big Christmas turkey.
Vernjonal: (That was my observation of what emerged and the room behind on the way out)
*OnlineHost*: MilesMk1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 1 5 5 6 4 5
*OnlineHost*: MilesMk1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
Vernjonal: ("Oh my god, they cooked Sam!" ;-) )
Thematrian1: The whateveritis smells like a Christmas turkey, too...or at least how you imagine a Christmas turkey would smell.
Thematrian1: Also on her tray are a pair of plates.
Thematrian1: "I give you...TURDUCKEN!"
MilesMk1: *takes a close look at it using his microscopic vision*
Thematrian1: The turducken is stitched together on its major axis.
Thematrian1: From a microscopic perspective...it looks like meat. You guess.
Thematrian1: tell me more of what you're looking for, and I'll be able to help you better
Vernjonal: Signs that the meat is other than it should be. I think hunger is starting to outweigh fear, though.
CirclMastr: (Nuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!)
Thematrian1: She lays the tray on your table, places a plate before each of you
Thematrian1: and branishes an immense knife
Vernjonal: Is it dikoted?
CirclMastr: (She's a Giant Tonberry!)
MilesMk1: Umm... Trying to see if there are actually muscle fibers, or whether it has that spongy texture a 12" slab of "turkey breast" has?
Thematrian1: It is not dikoted.
Thematrian1: roll Perception, Blake
MilesMk1: Or the difference between real crab meat and what goes into "Subway Seafood Sensation?"
*OnlineHost*: MilesMk1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 6 4 3 4 6 2
*OnlineHost*: MilesMk1 rolled 2 6-sided dice: 1 4
Thematrian1: No muscle fibers that you can see, no
Thematrian1: She plunges the knife into the turducken
Thematrian1: and hews off a large piece for each of you
Vernjonal: What does the inside look like?
CirclMastr: (Braaaaainzzzz)
Thematrian1: Multilayered. There are three kinds of meat in there.
Thematrian1: You can tell, because they're all different colors.
Thematrian1: Well, "meat". No muscle fibers here either.
Vernjonal: Hm. So they look fake?
*OnlineHost*: Vernjonal rolled 7 6-sided dice: 2 5 4 2 5 4 4
Vernjonal: Not to me, apparently, unless it's easy to detect.
Thematrian1: They look fine to you. And they smell wonderful.
Vernjonal: "Smells delicious..."
Thematrian1: "What'll you drink?"
Vernjonal: "Aztecola, please"
Thematrian1: "We have that. And for the gentleman?"
MilesMk1: "Same, please."
Thematrian1: "Sure thing"
Thematrian1: She bustles away.
Thematrian1: Plasticware is at the table.
MilesMk1: *quietly, after she goes to get the drinks* "It looks processed at high magnification..."
Vernjonal: "Processed how?"
Vernjonal: *Cuts some pieces and shuffles them around, but doesn't take a bite yet*
Thematrian1: She returns with two Aztecola.
MilesMk1: "Well... A bit too uniform. Lite it was ground into paste, and extruded into a mold."
MilesMk1: (says he before the troll comes back)
Thematrian1: (Indeed)
Vernjonal: "Thanks!" *Takes Aztecola, smells it just to be sure*
*OnlineHost*: Vernjonal rolled 7 6-sided dice: 1 2 1 4 1 1 6
*OnlineHost*: Vernjonal rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
MilesMk1: "That looks ingenious."
Vernjonal: "Hm?"
MilesMk1: "Do you have to grind it up to get it to layer like that?"
Thematrian1: The Aztecola smells fine.
MilesMk1: (He asks the troll when she brings the drinks.)
Vernjonal: (Ah)
Thematrian1: She looks panicked.
Thematrian1: "I don't know what you mean. That's good meat, real meat."
MilesMk1: "Ah. Well, I never saw a real turkey before. Shows what I know."
Vernjonal: "I used to have turkeys. You know they got this big round bone in them? Right in the chest?"
Thematrian1: Still panicked. "Strange but true!"
Vernjonal: "I don't even know how they fit it in, with the lungs and everything, but it's there."
CirclMastr: (Run away/blackmail!)
Vernjonal: *Smiles at the waitress* "Thanks, hon. That'll be all for now."
Thematrian1: Clearly relieved, she takes her tray and departs.
MilesMk1: "Hmm. Shall we eat, then?"
Vernjonal: *When she gets out of earshot, quietly* "I haven't seen a turkey being prepared since I was twelve, but I would sure as hell remember a bone like that."
MilesMk1: "Right... On the other hand, it does smell good, and the service has been pretty good... Do we really want to ruin her day over this/"
Vernjonal: "I don't know what's up. Could be as innocent as someone trying to pass off a good soysynth as real meat, but something's up."
MilesMk1: *?*
Vernjonal: "Up to you. If all else fails, we 'take a few bites', get a phone call, and 'have the rest to go.'"
MilesMk1: "I'm hungry... And as long as they don't put people into this stuff, I don't think I care."
MilesMk1: *Cuts off a piece, takes a bite.*
Vernjonal: "Suit yourself. I hope you don't mind if I wait to see how you come out."
MilesMk1: "Well... How I come out isn't *mmm* necessarily how you come out, me being naturally toxin-resistant, but..." (How does it taste/)
MilesMk1: ?
Thematrian1: The turducken is tasty. The flavor is meaty, although you can't quite place it.
MilesMk1: "Tastes good."
CirclMastr: (PEOPLE!)
Vernjonal: "Does it taste at all like pork?"
*OnlineHost*: Vernjonal rolled 7 6-sided dice: 1 5 5 1 2 4 5
MilesMk1: Does it?
Thematrian1: No, not really. It's birdy.
MilesMk1: "Nah. Some kind of bird."
Vernjonal: *Waits about a minute, takes a bite, chews but doesn'
Vernjonal: t swallow*
Thematrian1: as Blake said, it's tasty and birdy.
Vernjonal: *Chews a bit more, if Blake doesn't collapse and die, starts eating*
MilesMk1: (Keep in mind, what, Body 2 vs. effective Body 8? ;-))
Vernjonal: (I know)
MilesMk1: *Keeps on eating.*
Thematrian1: you each consume part of your dinners
Thematrian1: Roll Body, please, both of you.
*OnlineHost*: Vernjonal rolled 2 6-sided dice: 5 3
MilesMk1: Would that be with the +2 dwarf bonus?
Vernjonal: *Starts working on a new character*
Thematrian1: yes
*OnlineHost*: MilesMk1 rolled 8 6-sided dice: 5 4 1 4 2 1 6 3
*OnlineHost*: MilesMk1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
MilesMk1: Hmm.
Thematrian1: neither of you experience any ill effects
MilesMk1: *Keeps on eating.*
Vernjonal: Hmm...
Vernjonal: *Keeps on eating, 'cause the character doesn't know about that roll*
Vernjonal: *Sips the Aztecola*
MilesMk1: "Besides, wouldn't there have to be a lot of dwarf by weight in this for it really to count as cannibalism?" *grins*
Vernjonal: "Soymetahuman. The next big thing."
Thematrian1: (Soylent Ork? I'd buy that) You have just entered room "Shadows."
Thematrian1: Turducken is tasty, it would seem.
Thematrian1: Cleaning your plates?
Vernjonal: Pretty much, if I have room.
Thematrian1: You do. It's a lot of food, but you haven't eaten since lunch.
MilesMk1: Yeah.
Thematrian1: The troll proprietress returns just as you've finished.
Thematrian1: "How was, sweethearts?"
Thematrian1: s/How was/How was everything
MilesMk1: "Fine, thank you."
Vernjonal: "Delicious. Simply delicious."
Thematrian1: "Good, good. It's good to have the real thing once in a while."
Thematrian1: "Shall I take your plates then?"
MilesMk1: "Yes please." *Pays the tab and leaves a good tip.*
Vernjonal: "Sure, thanks."
Thematrian1: She takes the plates, slots your stick, and bids you farewell.
MilesMk1: "Well... Unless we plan to invade the back room, I think this it's time to head out."
MilesMk1: "And I'm not sure I'm really that curious about it."
Vernjonal: "Give me a minute."
MilesMk1: "Sure."
Vernjonal: Are there any windows facing the parking lot?
Thematrian1: Not from the iron-door-sealed area
Thematrian1: From the diner bit, yeah definitely
Vernjonal: Good good. Heading out to the van.
CirclMastr: *calls up Alex*
Vernjonal: Alex=into the van, Kimji=out of the van.
Vernjonal: *Answers after three rings, surprisingly late* "Hello?"
CirclMastr: "Something wrong, hon?"
Vernjonal: "Just taking care of something. You ready for pickup?"
CirclMastr: "Yeah"
Vernjonal: "We'll be there as soon as we can."
Vernjonal: Can the spider cling onto the kimji?
Thematrian1: ::ponder:: Kimji's Body is 0, right?
Vernjonal: Correct. They both are.
MilesMk1: *Heads out as well.*
MilesMk1: (going to be AFK for a few minutes, just assume I'm in the van)
Thematrian1: Then no. Were it a crawler, I'd rule differently.
Vernjonal: *Nods*
Vernjonal: How far from the restaurant are we?
Thematrian1: Across a street. So not very.
CirclMastr: (brb)
Vernjonal: Hm. Across a street=too far for the spider. Kimji's gonna go check out the place from above while I take pictures of the restaurant and the hostess.
Vernjonal: *Jeopardy theme*
Thematrian1: Ok, pictures of the restaurant and hostess are easy. From above, the building looks like any of a dozen others: simple concrete roof, huge neon sign, little metal chimney with nothing coming out.
Vernjonal: Any sign of windows onto the vault? (Yeah, right)
Thematrian1: Nope
CirclMastr: (Back, btw)
Vernjonal: Can the kimji fit into the chimney without getting stuck?
Thematrian1: Easily, yes, but there's a fine metal mesh about a foot down; you can see it even from the kimji's vantage point
Vernjonal: *Nods*
Vernjonal: Return to the van in defeat, head to pick up Shojo.
Thematrian1: All right.
CirclMastr: *heads to the van and climbs inside*
CirclMastr: "How was the turducken?"
Vernjonal: "It was good. It didn't contain turkey, at least not the real, freshly-prepared stuff, and it may not have contained chicken or duck either."
Vernjonal: (Yes, Alex is forgetting that Shojo doesn't know what turducken is yet)
CirclMastr: "..."
CirclMastr: "I'm glad I missed it"
CirclMastr: "Well, I know how to take care of the Viktor problem"
Vernjonal: "How?"
CirclMastr: *plugs into her cyberdeck and jacks in*
CirclMastr: "I'm sure this won't ruin his life, but it'll disrupt it enough for Martha to get through the class"
MilesMk1: "There's a Victor problem/"
CirclMastr: "Yes"
Vernjonal: "I hadn't been aware of one, but let's hear what you're doing first."
Vernjonal: *Driving away from campus*
Vernjonal: *Waiting*
CirclMastr: "Done"
Vernjonal: "
Vernjonal: "You seem to have missed the part where you explain what we're doing to our client."
CirclMastr: "He's not our client anymore. We got paid, the job's over"
CirclMastr: "I'm protecting Martha"
Vernjonal: "And I'm protecting our rep."
MilesMk1: "Well... We're also supposed to get paid in discount military hardware if our Russian connection stays happy..."
CirclMastr: "It won't get traced back to us, don't worry"
EverGuard4: *doh*
CirclMastr: "You know what a gerbil afficionado he is?"
Vernjonal: "...I've heard. Go on..."
EverGuard4: "If you exposed Adamchik our Russian connection could be very, very unhappy."
CirclMastr: "Well apparently he decided to email some to his UCLA account and then forward it to all his colleagues!"
CirclMastr: "I can't imagine why..."
Vernjonal: *Stares at Shojo in horror*
EverGuard4: *laughs*
MilesMk1: (When did Sam come back?)
CirclMastr: (He's still in the trunk, maybe? Who knows)
EverGuard4: *can't stop laughing*
Thematrian1: You can hear him, but cannot see him.
CirclMastr: --
CirclMastr: (Sorry, dropped keyboard)
EverGuard4: "Do you honestly think that will cause trouble for him?"
CirclMastr: "I don't expect to ruin his life, I just expect he'll be suspended for at least the rest of the semester until it gets sorted out"
EverGuard4: *keep laughing*
MilesMk1: "And what have you been up to, Mr.Invisible Man?"
Vernjonal: "He knows we know something. He could easily make the connection to us. Even if he has no evidence, that could be enough to make the Russians very, very unhappy"
EverGuard4: hm...
EverGuard4: you don't know the dirtydirty Doreen story...
Vernjonal: (Is that OOC or IC?)
Thematrian1: (Yes, is it?)
EverGuard4: (ooc... I can't imagine a professor getting in trouble for that)
Vernjonal: (Neither can I. Taking a lot of crap from his colleagues, though...)
CirclMastr: (Well out here he would. Maybe the UC system isn't as forgiving as the Ivy League :P )
EverGuard4: (mebbe it'll have changed in 50+ years)
MilesMk1: Hell... You could probably pass stuff like that as a class on post-modern art.
EverGuard4: (mebbe he'll claim to have been drunk, or have had a comp virus (or a malicious student))
EverGuard4: or any number of other things
CirclMastr: (Well eventually Shojo will do something to him that'll stick)
EverGuard4: anyways... sorry for sidetracking the group
Vernjonal: *Continues to stare horrified at Shojo, a kind of absent stare as she's still half-focused on the world outside the vehicle*
CirclMastr: *pouts a bit* "I guess I'm the only one here who has a heart"
EverGuard4: *laughs* "I would suppose you're the only heartless individual."
CirclMastr: "Because I'm not worried about the oh-so-godly Russians?"
MilesMk1: "So... Where next? Back to Chicago?"
EverGuard4: *laughs again* "Far from godly."
EverGuard4: (what was our pay, incidently?)
Vernjonal: "The sooner we're away from here, the better."
Thematrian1: (I'll have to look. Not a lot though. I think 60k in all, plus the good stuff at a discount.)
MilesMk1: (Although we already got paid some for getting the damn crate in the first place)
Thematrian1: (Hence "in all")
Vernjonal: (It was 60k for the job itself and an extra 30k for the wetwork, IIRC. We wanted another 60, but she didn't have it, hence the discount)
Thematrian1: (brb)
Vernjonal: (I doubt we would've taken a long-distance job for 30k total)
Thematrian1: (Yeah, that sounds right. I don't seem to have saved the log though. *Waves his wand* 90kY for some murders and a delivery across hostile borders.)
Vernjonal: (And we've got whatever I will have had gotten from selling the car)
Thematrian1: (Yes, the car)
MilesMk1: (One murder. We didn't kill all those gangers on purpose.)
Thematrian1: (Right, sorry)
MilesMk1: (Not our fault they didn't have seatbelts on.)
MilesMk1: Anyhoo... There doesn't seem much for me to do on the drive back, so I think I'll turn in.
Vernjonal: (One murder and four incidental deaths)
Thematrian1: Ok, sleep well.
MilesMk1: Later.
MilesMk1 has left the room.
Thematrian1: You guys planning anything exciting for the trip back?
Vernjonal: Driving, driving, driving some more. Unless I get word from Denver, heading straight back.
Vernjonal: Except!
Vernjonal: Checking out that place I recorded the location of.
Vernjonal: I'm also looking up the turducken place.
Thematrian1: All right. You roll into the turducken place.
Vernjonal: Wait!
Vernjonal: By "looking up", I meant on the Matrix.
Thematrian1: ahh
Vernjonal: Before I get out of the area, preferably, though.
Thematrian1: It's low-profile. Listed in a few places as a "theme restaurant", with the theme unspecified
Vernjonal: Nowhere else?
Thematrian1: nope
Vernjonal: Hm. Searching for the hostess.
Thematrian1: How?
Vernjonal: If I can find a way to use the photos I took of her...
Vernjonal: (Or the matrix references to find a name)
Thematrian1: You'd need a fairly smart Agent or something to do the picture comparisons.
Vernjonal: Hm. Anyplace that'll do something like that for a fee?
Thematrian1: ::rolls:: Private detective agencies might have access. It's tech mostly for militaries and corporate security
Vernjonal: *Nods*
Vernjonal: Scrap that, then. No names on any of the references?
Thematrian1: The restaurant itself is owned by Megachi Whole Foods
Vernjonal: Search for it.
Vernjonal: Especially search for any connection with Aztechnology.
Thematrian1: Ownership quickly gets murky. Do you have Law or somesuch as a Knowledge skill?
Vernjonal: I don't believe so, lemme check
EverGuard4 has left the room.
Vernjonal: Nope, defaulting to INT.
*OnlineHost*: Vernjonal rolled 7 6-sided dice: 2 3 2 6 6 5 6
Thematrian1: well, this looks hopeful
*OnlineHost*: Vernjonal rolled 3 6-sided dice: 6 4 6
*OnlineHost*: Vernjonal rolled 2 6-sided dice: 2 1
CirclMastr: (Damn)
EverGuard4 has entered the room.
Thematrian1: The tangle is, well, tangled, but you display the wisdom of Solomon.
Vernjonal: *Display*
Thematrian1: You follow the links back, around, through, and between. It turns out that every chain of part ownership leads back to Aztechnology.
Vernjonal: (Which we so weren't expecting, what with them accepting Azzie corpscrip)
Thematrian1: yep
Vernjonal: Any reference to any of the links in the chain in a way that could shed light?
Vernjonal: (Doing this while driving)
Thematrian1: Nothing offhand. Can you be more precise?
Vernjonal: Do any of them mention turducken made out of humans, nanites, and radioactive DEATH?
Thematrian1: No. Turducken is entirely absent from the listings.
Thematrian1: no nanites or radioactive DEATH either
Vernjonal: Humans?
Thematrian1: some humans, but only as owners and such. No turducken.
Vernjonal: Fair enough. Make note of them, then keep on going.
Vernjonal: Anything interesting happen before we get near the place with the bikers?
Thematrian1: No. Border crossing is smooth as silk
Vernjonal: When I get near the recorded location, out goes the Strato. Is there anyone around?
EverGuard4: where are we now?
EverGuard4: nvm...
Thematrian1: No. The metal thing that you saw before is there, but no longer emits heat.
Thematrian1: Well, no more than its surroundings
Vernjonal: The strato I put out, by the by, is the one I have with the MMG. Not the unarmed this time.
Vernjonal: "Do we pass it by or go around?"
Thematrian1: all right
Vernjonal: Sensors, both the Strato and the van.
*OnlineHost*: Vernjonal rolled 5 6-sided dice: 1 1 5 5 6
*OnlineHost*: Vernjonal rolled 1 6-sided die: 1
*OnlineHost*: Vernjonal rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
Vernjonal: Er
*OnlineHost*: Vernjonal rolled 4 6-sided dice: 2 1 6 2
*OnlineHost*: Vernjonal rolled 2 6-sided dice: 3 2
Vernjonal: (First was Strato, second Van. Either of them read anything in the thing?)
Thematrian1: It's empty, or close as makes no nevermind
Vernjonal: Hmmmmmm....
Vernjonal: "Opinions?"
EverGuard4: *Waves* Im out
EverGuard4 has left the room.
Vernjonal: We should probably leave this interesting part 'till more people are here.
Vernjonal: Wanna do the car sale real quick and then break?
Thematrian1: Yes, we should
Thematrian1: And no, we can't. I can't find Rigger 3. That's why I've been stalling.
Vernjonal: Ah
Vernjonal: Mmk.