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CirclMastr has entered the room.
Vernjonal has entered the room.
Thematrian1: this one any better?
CirclMastr: Hmm
MilesMk1 has entered the room.
CirclMastr: It seems to be
Vernjonal: Testing testing testing
MilesMk1: Ping.
MilesMk1: Okay, this seems to work.
Thematrian1: I like it too
MilesMk1: For me, anyway.
CirclMastr: *pets the chat*
CirclMastr: Good chat, nice chat
Thematrian1: here, the chat, have a trophy
Vernjonal: Steak-ums?
MilesMk1: Steak-ums?
CirclMastr: The Chat! Where's Strongbad?
CirclMastr: *Meer meer!*
Vernjonal: Anyway. Where were we when we last left our intrepid antiheroes?
MilesMk1: Hmm... I think I know what you people are talking about, but I'm too good to watch it myself. ;-)
MilesMk1: Um... I was waiting in Martha's bedroom closet?
CirclMastr: We'd just all been dropped at our various homes
Thematrian1: Martha got put home
MilesMk1: I got dropped off first, then Martha got dropped off to her gilded cage.
MilesMk1: dropped off at, even.
Thematrian1: Martha was duly impressed by her new home, everyone went to bed
Vernjonal: And didn't get up until the next morning
Vernjonal: When we had another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat
Thematrian1: indeed. There were no catastrophies
Vernjonal: *Wakes up, goes to take a shower and try to forget the nightmare she had last night*
Vernjonal: *Realizes it wasn't a nightmare*
MilesMk1: ?
CirclMastr: *Wakes up alone, wishing Alex was here*
Thematrian1: Blake also awakens alone.
CirclMastr: Blake deserves it, though
Vernjonal: *Takes some more painkillers, prays that the next two or three days will pass quickly*
MilesMk1: *Goes to the gym.*
Thematrian1: The gym is much as you left it, and your machine is unused.
MilesMk1: *Exercises, goes back home.*
CirclMastr: *Goes to see Alex*
MilesMk1: *Sorts his guns alphabetically.*
Vernjonal: *Tinkers with drones* "Hey Shoj"
CirclMastr: "Hey hun, you busy?"
Vernjonal: *Gets up, turns off torch, removes welding mask* "Not really, what's up?"
CirclMastr: *Moves closer* "I just wanted to talk some more about what we talked about before, you know, about moving in together"
Vernjonal: "Oh, um..."
MilesMk1: (Because, uh... it's really important to me that we take this next step, and has nothing to do with the fact that I can no longer even remotely afford my appartment.) :P
CirclMastr: (Actually I've got more money than I know what to do with)
MilesMk1: (Hey, my internal monologue doesn't have to rooted in reality.)
Vernjonal: "I, um... when were you thinking?"
CirclMastr: *Runs her hand along her arm* "I know it might not be the best time, but that time in Vegas, away from you, made me realize how much I want to spend my life with you..."
Vernjonal: "I... well, I'd have to clean up some of the drone parts... and it might be better to talk about this after the job..."
CirclMastr: *Sighs a bit* "Alright..."
Vernjonal: "I... I'm sorry, love."
Vernjonal: *Pause*
Vernjonal: What time of day is it
Vernjonal: *?
Vernjonal: "What are you doing for $appropriate_meal?"
CirclMastr: "I was hoping we could eat together... We haven't had much time to ourselves lately."
Vernjonal: "Got someplace in mind, or are you going to brave my cooking again?"
CirclMastr: *Grins and kisses her* "You know I live for your cooking, love."
Vernjonal: "Well, let me see..." *rifles through an old-fashioned text cookbook while selecting ingredients, etc. etc. etc.*
Vernjonal: *Cooks up a storm, ends up with something probably a bit heavy on the basil, a tad light on the salt, but probably passably tasty*
CirclMastr: "Delicious as always, love..."
Vernjonal: "Flattery will get you everywhere." *Kisses her on the cheek, wanders off to scribble a note on the page ("Less basil, more salt")*
CirclMastr: *Follows after her and wraps her arms around her waist* "I think I'm ready for dessert, hun..."
Vernjonal: "Sorry, love... it's... that time."
Vernjonal: "Rain check?"
CirclMastr: "You say that every time, I know you're not ready to go all the way yet, it's okay..." *Kisses her neck lightly and pulls away*
Vernjonal: (For those interested, I actually have been playing that for the past day and a half in-game)
Thematrian1: (We are duly impressed by your ability to span roleplay across three weeks)
Vernjonal: (Thanks)
MilesMk1: (With Shojo around, Alex comes off as extremely stable regardless. :p)
CirclMastr: (It's a good thing Shojo can't hear that or she'd go Bob Barker all over Blake)
Vernjonal: "So when are we hitting the target? Have you talked to Blake?"
CirclMastr: "Pssh, what does he know. I just came here from my place."
Vernjonal: "We should probably get that sorted out. Have you talked with Martha today?"
CirclMastr: "Shit, no, I should call her" *Goes to the phone and calls up Martha*
Thematrian1: Ring ring ring. "Hello?"
CirclMastr: "Hey hun, it's Shojo, how are you?"
Thematrian1: "I'm...good."
Thematrian1: "I did some more writing last night."
CirclMastr: "Did you sleep okay?"
Thematrian1: "Yeah, the bed was nice."
CirclMastr: "Do you need anything? Do you want me to stop by?"
Thematrian1: "I'm all right for today. There's lots of food, and I know you've probably got shadowy things to do..."
CirclMastr: "Don't worry about that, I'll make as much time as you need for you."
Thematrian1: "I think I'm all right. I'll be sure to call if something comes up, all right?"
CirclMastr: "Alright, bye hun..." *Hangs up*
Vernjonal: *Calls up Blake*
Vernjonal: (Presumably somewhat before Shojo hung up, in the other room)
MilesMk1: *Yep.*
MilesMk1: "Yep?"
Vernjonal: #Hey, Blake. How are you?#
Vernjonal: (Phone plugged into datajack, etc.)
MilesMk1: "Good... Running some errands."
MilesMk1: *plugs the phone into the transducer*
Vernjonal: #We need to talk about the job soon, if possible. I'd like to have this one in the bag ASAP, even if we do have some time on our hands still.#
MilesMk1: #I still need to talk to one man, but then I can meet you whever... And I have one name Shojo could look up.#
MilesMk1: (wherever)
Vernjonal: #Sure. Want to give me the name now, or when we meet?#
MilesMk1: #I'd like to save time, so how about I e-mail it over?#
Vernjonal: #Sounds good. I'm working on getting us a nice quiet place to talk, but for now pick a place and we'll meet you there.#
MilesMk1: #Sure. How about <some SR friendly place> in... three hours?#
CirclMastr: (I've just been informed that I'm leaving in about 45 minutes)
Vernjonal: "Hey Shoj, you going to be free in three hours?"
Vernjonal: (In about that long, maybe a bit less I'm going to have to drive home, myself)
CirclMastr: "Sure, we meeting Blake?"
MilesMk1: (So, we're wrapping up real early tonight?)
Vernjonal has left the room.
Thematrian1: (Yep, wrapping up early tonight)
Vernjonal has entered the room.
Vernjonal: (Well, it depends. I'll be able to get back on forty minutes after I leave, give or take; it's up to you all if it's worth waiting)
Vernjonal: (Am I in here?)
Thematrian1: yes
CirclMastr: (I'd say so)
Vernjonal: (Your colours all got ugly)
Vernjonal: (In response to "we meeting Blake?") "Yeah, and he's emailing over a name for you to check out, if you wouldn't mind."
CirclMastr: "Do I get to cut off one of his testicles?"
Vernjonal: "You'd have to ask him."
Vernjonal: #That works. Might want to wear a cup.#
MilesMk1: *e-mails* "Costanzas, probably Eric. Ex-UCAS federal agent."
CirclMastr: "One of these days all these favors will come back to haunt him"
Vernjonal: "This isn't a favour, it's for the job."
Vernjonal: *Relays info to Shojo*
CirclMastr: "Uh huh. He still deserves it..."
CirclMastr: *Heads to the van and jacks in, searching for the target*
MilesMk1: #I see Shojo is still herself? Ask her where I could send Martha's welcome fruit-basket... If you think that'd be a good idea. *grin*#
Vernjonal: #I'll ask, it's your manhood on the line.#
MilesMk1: #Hmm... Perhaps another time.#
CirclMastr: (Rest assured that Blake is never going to see Martha again. Er, until the bugs hit and we get the hell out of Dodge.)
Vernjonal: (Martha is the Queen.)
CirclMastr: *Search search search*
MilesMk1: (Martha isn't Blake's type. Too short.)
CirclMastr: (Yes, Blake is too short, but his manhood is a temporary issue anyway)
Vernjonal: *Searches for a large, defensible place in the Noose)
Thematrian1: Eric Costanzas. Former UCAS agent, decorated for bravery in the line of duty three times.
Vernjonal: (And by that, I mean I'm looking to buy a Lifestyle.)
Thematrian1: (There are many, but they all have people in them. Mostly ganger people that it wouldn't be too hard to evict, but people neverthe...oh)
Vernjonal: (An alternative lifestyle, if you wish.)
MilesMk1: (I'm sure we could make a deal with someone. Hey, don't we know some gangers who suddenly have some extra living space to begin with?)
Vernjonal: (True enough. Though that had numerous security flaws.)
Thematrian1: What now?
Vernjonal: *Search search search*
Vernjonal: Unless I find anything or anything else happens, I head to the meet with Blake.
Thematrian1: Roll Computers, Shojo
CirclMastr: (Do I get to use Hacking Pool? heh)
Thematrian1: No, no hacking pool
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 7 6-sided dice: 2 6 2 3 2 3 1
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
CirclMastr: (16, terrible)
Thematrian1: Honorably discharged from the select service for medical reasons.
CirclMastr: *Relays this via commlink to Alex*
Vernjonal: *Records it to relay to Blake at the meet*
Vernjonal: *Search search search*
CirclMastr: *Ditto*
Thematrian1: Shojo has collected all the information she can. Distinguished if unspectacular career, then a mysterious medical discharge.
CirclMastr: (Can I do a retry with +2 TN?)
Thematrian1: (Sure, go ahead)
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 7 6-sided dice: 2 1 3 5 2 2 1
CirclMastr: (...Karma)
Vernjonal: (Doot doot)
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 7 6-sided dice: 4 6 3 1 3 6 2
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 2 6-sided dice: 2 6
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
CirclMastr: (8, 20)
Thematrian1: Alex: You find a place that you think could serve your purpose. It used to be a bank, complete with vault, but banks in the Noose aren't a winning proposition. The bad part is, you'd have to buy it; the company isn't looking to re
Thematrian1: nt
Vernjonal: What do they want for it?
Vernjonal: Also, how much actual legit paperwork do they require?
Thematrian1: lots
*OnlineHost*: MilesMk1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 2 5 5 5 6 3
*OnlineHost*: MilesMk1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
CirclMastr: (I sure hope 20 got me something)
Thematrian1: They're asking 160 thousand nuyen for the property.
Thematrian1: (I'm getting there, I promise)
CirclMastr: (Heh, K)
Vernjonal: 160, eh? How long has it been on the market?
Thematrian1: A long time. Their original asking price was twice that
CirclMastr: (Wait another year and it might be affordable!)
Vernjonal: Was the "lots" the answer to how much legit paperwork they wanted too?
Thematrian1: yeah
Vernjonal: Ah well. We'll keep it in mind.
CirclMastr: (I feel hungry and full at the same time...)
Thematrian1: Shojo: Eric spent most of his life as a field agent, but was switched to a paper-pushing job a year before he was discharged
CirclMastr: *Relays*
Vernjonal: *Records for later relaying*
Vernjonal: *If nothing further happens, goes to meet with Shojo*
Thematrian1: Nothing further happens
CirclMastr: *La de da meetness*
Vernjonal: *Drive drive drive*
Vernjonal: (Are we picking Blake up, or is he meeting us there?)
Thematrian1: He's meeting you
Vernjonal: *Gets there, waits for him*
CirclMastr: *Waits in van*
Vernjonal: *Wait wait wait*
MilesMk1: Sorry.
CirclMastr: (Leaving... probably in mere minutes)
Thematrian1: Blake shows up.
Vernjonal: *Waves*
CirclMastr: And he's sorry. As he should be.
MilesMk1: *Gets in the van - or wherever else is appropriate.*
Vernjonal: "Shojo got some stuff for us on that name you sent."
Vernjonal: *Relays*
Vernjonal: "Did you find anything else?"
MilesMk1: "Well, a guy I know says the feds probably have a reward out for info on Costanzas, and have the Star keeping an eye out for him - although I doubt it'd be anything like what he's offering."
Vernjonal: (I need to head out, but I'll be back as soon as I can. If you keep playing, I'll see you soon, if not someone please send me a log of the proceedings)
MilesMk1: "Haven't been able to come up with anything on the muscle Sludge-boy hired, but it's still early in the day."
Thematrian1: (This looks to be plotting, so we'll continue)
MilesMk1: (I'll hang around.)
CirclMastr: (I'm leaving soon)
Thematrian1: (And you're not coming back?)
CirclMastr: (Not for some time)
Thematrian1: Okay, game over when Circl leaves then.
CirclMastr: Which would be now
Thematrian1: good night, then
MilesMk1: Good night...
Thematrian1: game over, and it's barely 10. I feel cheap.
CirclMastr has left the room.
MilesMk1: Ah, well.
Vernjonal: Aww...
Vernjonal: Ah well.
Thematrian1: Ok, have fun with your thingie, Jon
Vernjonal: I'll check back in when I get home to see if you've changed your minds, otherwise see you Thursday.
Vernjonal: *Waves*
MilesMk1: Later.
Vernjonal has left the room.
Thematrian1: So, uh, guess we've got time for lots of contact interaction after all
MilesMk1: If you want to do it...
MilesMk1: You said you weren't feeling well.
Thematrian1: Heh, I'm not. But with such a short session, the offer still feels right.
MilesMk1: So if you'd rather call it a night, or wait and see when Jon comes back?
Thematrian1: ::tries to stand IRL, doesn't do so well:: I think I'm going to turn in, actually. Next week, the exciting finale of the legwork stage.
MilesMk1: All right - feel better.
Thematrian1: Sleep well, don't die.
MilesMk1: 'Night.