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MilesMk1 (8:44:03 PM): Hello.
MilesMk1 (8:44:16 PM): Glad to see everyone is still alive.
CirclMastr (8:44:22 PM): *is in shock*
Thematrian1 (8:44:36 PM): hah, yes
Umbrafer (8:45:34 PM): Indeed.
Umbrafer (8:46:00 PM): When we last left off, Gustave-cum-Ghede had just gotten into the van and collapsed.
Umbrafer (8:46:26 PM): He's got a fair bit of blood on him, but only minor visible injuries.
MilesMk1 (8:47:24 PM): Um... First Aid, I suppose?
Umbrafer (8:47:52 PM): You can give it a shot if you wish. Trying to patch him up or just diagnose his condition?
Thematrian1 (8:48:17 PM): ::eyes him wearily::
MilesMk1 (8:48:21 PM): Diagnose his condition first, patch him up second if necessary/possible.
MilesMk1 (8:48:27 PM): MilesMk1 rolled 8 6-sided dice: 4 5 3 2 5 2 1 1
MilesMk1 (8:48:35 PM): (He's dead!)
Umbrafer (8:48:39 PM): Hehehe
Umbrafer (8:49:51 PM): The injuries are odd. It looks like they're meaningful but not terribly serious or extensive (specifically, Light damage), but in places they've mostly closed over without healing entirely.
Umbrafer (8:50:06 PM): You doubt there's anything you can do to patch him further.
CirclMastr (8:50:46 PM): (Well then we'd better harvest him)
MilesMk1 (8:50:56 PM): Well... We still don't want him bleeding on the upholstery, so I guess I'll apply antiseptic and bandages just on general principles.
CirclMastr (8:50:59 PM): (He can't be saved, we've got to cut our losses!)
Umbrafer (8:51:17 PM): Scavengers seems to be considering this possibility.
MilesMk1 (8:51:47 PM): (As a player of a character who dies and then gets better, that's a dangerous line of thought to advance.:))
CirclMastr (8:52:04 PM): (Heh)
MilesMk1 (8:52:25 PM): "He should be fine once he comes to."
Umbrafer (8:53:56 PM): Unless someone else orders otherwise, Scavengers begins the process of getting the hell out of Dodge.
Thematrian1 (8:54:10 PM): ::does not order otherwise::
MilesMk1 (8:55:16 PM): *encourages Scavengers to do so*
Umbrafer (8:55:38 PM): Umbrafer rolled 15 6-sided dice: 5 1 6 6 1 6 5 6 4 5 6 1 1 3 4
Umbrafer (8:55:43 PM): Umbrafer rolled 5 6-sided dice: 6 6 1 5 5
Umbrafer (8:55:48 PM): Umbrafer rolled 2 6-sided dice: 1 3
Umbrafer (8:56:45 PM): You're on your way to an unspecified location. Anyone is free to specify.
CirclMastr (8:57:17 PM): *fails to specify*
CirclMastr (8:57:31 PM): "I could go for a burger, if anyone else is interested."
Thematrian1 (8:57:34 PM): ::doesn't think of it::
Thematrian1 (8:57:55 PM): ::eyes focus:: "Food would be good, but shouldn't you change first?"
CirclMastr (8:58:59 PM): "I should?"
Thematrian1 (8:59:13 PM): "I got the cameras, yeah, but still..."
MilesMk1 (8:59:28 PM): "I definitely need to. Ruthenium stinking of cordite tends to draw attention in social situations."
CirclMastr (8:59:58 PM): "So, Gem can hope out and pick up the burgers?"
Thematrian1 (9:00:06 PM): ::glare::
CirclMastr (9:00:28 PM): *shrug* "You won't let me."
MilesMk1 (9:01:49 PM): "Scavengers, why don't you stop by where I have my van parked, I can get a change of clothes, lend MacLeod of clean t-shirt or something, and we'll be fine."
MilesMk1 (9:01:59 PM): (a clean t-shirt)
CirclMastr (9:02:08 PM): "Wiill it fit?"
Umbrafer (9:03:02 PM): Scavs: *Drive drive drive*
MilesMk1 (9:03:03 PM): (We've sort of been over this, but yeah, I might be a little bulkier, but we're nearly the same height.)
MilesMk1 (9:04:12 PM): (And since I'm human-looking, there are no weird proportions-are-off issues)
CirclMastr (9:04:21 PM): (In my defense, it's been a month or two since we went over it, heh)
MilesMk1 (9:04:42 PM): (Fair enough.)
MilesMk1 (9:05:50 PM): (But that's why Glitch was getting a little offended when MacLeod was saying stuff like "Look at me - do you think I could possibly pass for an adult?);)
Thematrian1 (9:06:18 PM): Gem: ::lie in an unhappy-looking stupor::
CirclMastr (9:06:23 PM): (Been so long I don't remember that)
CirclMastr (9:06:27 PM): "What's wrong?"
Umbrafer (9:07:11 PM): IDump shock)
MilesMk1 (9:07:17 PM): "Need any meds?" *waves the medkit*
Umbrafer (9:07:20 PM): *(
Thematrian1 (9:07:23 PM): "Mrmph. Host closed on me. Had to jack out the hard way..." ::she gestures to the cable::
Thematrian1 (9:07:32 PM): "It goes away on its own..."
CirclMastr (9:07:38 PM): "Oof..."
Umbrafer (9:09:34 PM): Umbrafer rolled 15 6-sided dice: 6 5 1 5 4 2 5 3 1 3 1 1 3 2 4
Umbrafer (9:09:37 PM): Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
Umbrafer (9:09:44 PM): Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 1
Umbrafer (9:09:47 PM): Perception
MilesMk1 (9:09:58 PM): "Oh, that... Yeah, that's why I never got into decking even though I'm pretty well wired for it. It hits me a lot harder than most people, or so my doctor said..."
MilesMk1 (9:10:06 PM): MilesMk1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 4 1 5 2 1 2
CirclMastr (9:10:08 PM): (Perception from who?)
Umbrafer (9:10:44 PM): (All relevant)
Umbrafer (9:10:50 PM): Umbrafer rolled 15 6-sided dice: 4 6 3 2 5 2 2 6 2 6 6 1 4 1 5
Umbrafer (9:10:54 PM): Umbrafer rolled 4 6-sided dice: 6 2 1 1
Thematrian1 (9:10:54 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 2 4 2 6 3 2
CirclMastr (9:10:58 PM): CirclMastr rolled 4 6-sided dice: 3 3 1 5
Thematrian1 (9:10:58 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
Umbrafer (9:10:59 PM): Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
Thematrian1 (9:11:11 PM): "It's not any fun at the best of times."
Umbrafer (9:11:16 PM): (Has Gem rolled stun recovery?)
Thematrian1 (9:11:51 PM): probably, but I don't recall the result. I can roll willpower, right?)
Umbrafer (9:11:58 PM): (Correct)
Thematrian1 (9:12:39 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 2 3 4 4 2 6
Umbrafer (9:13:45 PM): (IIRC it's 2+wound mods, so that'd be 30 minutes for the first box. In the interests of time we'll reroll every time the modifier changes, unless you'd prefer to reroll at each box)
Thematrian1 (9:14:16 PM): (suits me fine)
Umbrafer (9:14:47 PM): Anyway. No one notices anything meaningful.
Umbrafer (9:16:07 PM): You have arrived at Glitch's van.
CirclMastr (9:16:30 PM): (We're dead)
Umbrafer (9:17:10 PM): (You can try rolling First Aid to verify that guess, but it seems improbable)
MilesMk1 (9:18:53 PM): *Gets out, leaves the heavy hardware in the van, changes inside his van (into street clothes and an armored jacket) gives MacLeod some clean clothes.*
Umbrafer (9:19:42 PM): Are you giving him your old Concrete Dreams concert T-shirt? ;)
CirclMastr (9:19:45 PM): "Thanks" *puts them on*
MilesMk1 (9:20:58 PM): (Nah, I'll be nice.)
Umbrafer (9:22:17 PM): You are now clothed.
MilesMk1 (9:23:17 PM): "Ok, now let's go get something to eat, and figure out when to meet the man about our money."
MilesMk1 (9:24:05 PM): "By the way, Scavengers, does this thing have a radio? If it does, let's see if me made the news."
MilesMk1 (9:24:16 PM): (...we made the news.)
Umbrafer (9:24:46 PM): "What satfeed?"
MilesMk1 (9:25:47 PM): "I dunno, can you get one of those "All news, all the time, every ten minutes!" channels?"
Umbrafer (9:25:56 PM): "Sure."
Umbrafer (9:26:22 PM): *Switches to global news, ten seconds pass, switches to regional news, ten seconds pass*
Umbrafer (9:26:42 PM): "Welcome to the Bellevue, Seattle News Station, where it's All Bellevue, All The Time™."
Umbrafer (9:27:59 PM): By the time the news starts looping at about twelve minutes, nothing about your exploits has come to light.
MilesMk1 (9:29:00 PM): "So far so good, I guess... Gem or Macleod, do you have a place in mind? I'm sort of new around here."
MilesMk1 (9:29:31 PM): "Heh... I don't suppose you can pick up the police frequencies, can you?"
CirclMastr (9:29:42 PM): "There's a place at Crawford and Lincoln that has decent burgers."
Thematrian1 (9:29:52 PM): "Me too, Glitch. We found that real meat joint..."
Thematrian1 (9:30:01 PM): ::nod to MacLeod:: "Or that, sure."
Umbrafer (9:30:03 PM): If it had been logged into the public blotter of any local security service, it would be on the news. That's the kind of station the Bellevue News Station is.
MilesMk1 (9:30:33 PM): Ah. How upstanding. :) Well, good.
Umbrafer (9:30:36 PM): "No dice, radio's acting up again"
MilesMk1 (9:30:45 PM): "No problem."
MilesMk1 (9:30:56 PM): "I'm fine with burgers if everyone is."
MilesMk1 (9:31:32 PM): (OOC, how were we supposed to contact Johnson? Call him after the job was done?)
CirclMastr (9:32:14 PM): (I should have suggested something else, this is just reminding me of the burger they fucked up tonight... I said "No cheese" TWICE and they put cheese on it.... ugh...)
Umbrafer (9:32:26 PM): (Soyburgers with a soy-shake and a side of soy-fries? ;) ) (I believe that's correct, yes. I don't remember any special instructions)
Umbrafer (9:35:52 PM): Going to real-meat place or trying someplace new?
CirclMastr (9:37:52 PM): MacLeod gave his suggestion
Thematrian1 (9:38:04 PM): Let's go to MacLeod's place
Thematrian1 (9:38:07 PM): er
Thematrian1 (9:38:10 PM): the place that MacLeod chose
Umbrafer (9:38:13 PM): *Vroom*
Umbrafer (9:38:44 PM): Crawford and Lincoln it is. What's the place like?
CirclMastr (9:40:36 PM): Nondescript, serves soy and (expensive) real meat, basically just burgers and fries/onion rings.
Umbrafer (9:41:28 PM): It's a burger joint, probably got some fried seafood too or something. Scavengers initially seems reluctant to leave the van.
CirclMastr (9:41:53 PM): "What's wrong?"
Umbrafer (9:42:16 PM): "What? Oh, nothing…" *Gets out, follows*
Umbrafer (9:42:38 PM): Gem's recovered a box and can reroll as desired. Gustave is still conked in the back of the van.
Thematrian1 (9:43:12 PM): ::peer:: "Can we leave him?"
Umbrafer (9:43:48 PM): (Addressed to anyone in particular?)
CirclMastr (9:43:56 PM): "Want to stay with him?"
Thematrian1 (9:44:31 PM): ::sigh:: "No. He's liable to be himself."
MilesMk1 (9:45:14 PM): "He'll be fine. He's stable."
Thematrian1 (9:46:23 PM): ::leaves him::
MilesMk1 (9:46:40 PM): *heads in with everyone else*
CirclMastr (9:47:01 PM): *orders real meat burger with everything, and fries and a shake*
MilesMk1 (9:48:06 PM): *Gets a burger with cheese and bacon, gravy fries, and a shake.* (time to make that synthacardium pay for itself)
MilesMk1 (9:48:15 PM): (real meat)
Thematrian1 (9:48:38 PM): ::orders all soy, bland and flavorless as possible::
CirclMastr (9:49:09 PM): (Heh, why?)
MilesMk1 (9:49:32 PM): (serious stun, probably?)
Thematrian1 (9:49:44 PM): (Gem glares at you if you ask. But she doesn't want to distrub her digestion at all)
Umbrafer (9:49:56 PM): Scavengers orders a plain soyburger and poutine.
Umbrafer (9:50:38 PM): Also a CatCO-Cola
Umbrafer (9:50:52 PM): Rather, CATco-Cola
Umbrafer (9:51:01 PM): Er, that C should still be capitalized.
Umbrafer (9:51:05 PM): Don't mind me.
MilesMk1 (9:52:16 PM): Are we relatively private here?
Umbrafer (9:52:21 PM): It's all pretty tasty except the soy, which is not so much.
Umbrafer (9:52:32 PM): You grabbed a booth and there's no one immediately around.
Umbrafer (9:53:03 PM): It's not bustling nor is there a white-noise generator, but the place isn't entirely quiet either. The AC is loud as well.
MilesMk1 (9:53:33 PM): I don't really plan on saying anything incrimnating anyway.
MilesMk1 (9:54:03 PM): "Anyone mind if I give Johnson a call?"
Umbrafer (9:54:26 PM): Scavengers shrugs.
CirclMastr (9:54:33 PM): "Go for it. How much we supposed to be getting paid again?"
MilesMk1 (9:55:03 PM): (Good question.)
MilesMk1 (9:55:09 PM): (Mr. GM?)
Umbrafer (9:55:11 PM): (Aw crap, you had to ask. I suppose it was going to come up sometime anyway. *Digs through logs*)
MilesMk1 (9:56:04 PM): (I didn't jot down what we got in advance, can you check that too?)
Umbrafer (9:56:32 PM): (When I find one I'll have found both)
CirclMastr (9:57:14 PM): (Random aside: All of you should go see Kung Fu Hustle)
Umbrafer (9:58:00 PM): (Closing in on it)
Umbrafer (9:59:37 PM): Any of you who are facing towards a window, roll Perception.
Thematrian1 (9:59:50 PM): (Looking out at things is my speciality)
Thematrian1 (9:59:53 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 3 4 1 4 6 5
MilesMk1 (9:59:54 PM): MilesMk1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 6 2 3 5 6 5
MilesMk1 (9:59:58 PM): MilesMk1 rolled 2 6-sided dice: 2 1
Thematrian1 (9:59:59 PM): (or, you know, not)
Thematrian1 (10:00:01 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 5
MilesMk1 (10:00:13 PM): 8,7,5,5
Umbrafer (10:00:58 PM): (Speaking of which, you never did roll your S-1 down through Moderate healing times)
Thematrian1 (10:01:11 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 2 6 1 2 3 4
Umbrafer (10:01:58 PM): Gem catches a glimpse of something out the window. Glitch spots rightly what it is, and it's some black balloons in the air above a fence.
CirclMastr (10:02:44 PM): (If I hadn't asked, he wouldn't have remembered that plot hook >_> )
MilesMk1 (10:02:49 PM): "Didn't you guys mention some clown with black baloons before?"
Thematrian1 (10:03:05 PM): "Is that..." ::small, abortive gesture toward the window::
Umbrafer (10:03:08 PM): (Not for a few weeks at any rate :) )
MilesMk1 (10:03:18 PM): "There are some over by that fence right now."
MilesMk1 (10:03:27 PM): "What the hell does that creep want with us?"
CirclMastr (10:03:43 PM): "Maybe it's some guy with a creepy mime fetish and a crush on Gem."
Thematrian1 (10:04:03 PM): "No, I watched him die."
Thematrian1 (10:04:45 PM): ::into the blighted ruins of the conversation:: "No, not really."
MilesMk1 (10:05:09 PM): "So, what do we do about this?"
MilesMk1 (10:05:28 PM): "I think maybe Macleod and I should go talk to him, because this is getting old."
Thematrian1 (10:06:02 PM): "Yeah, maybe it's part of your...thing."
MilesMk1 (10:06:36 PM): "My thing?"
Thematrian1 (10:06:59 PM): "MacLeod's thing. With the not dying."
CirclMastr (10:07:30 PM): "...I don't think so, but it's possible."
MilesMk1 (10:07:40 PM): "So, what do you think we should do?"
CirclMastr (10:07:56 PM): "I'll go check it out."
CirclMastr (10:08:25 PM): *gets up and heads toward le ballon*
MilesMk1 (10:08:43 PM): *Goes with.*
Thematrian1 (10:08:58 PM): ::perforce holds the fort::
Umbrafer (10:09:07 PM): Scavengers stays as well.
CirclMastr (10:09:52 PM): # If I say to back off, do so. It's important. #
MilesMk1 (10:10:26 PM): #Uh... Ok. If you go down, can I shoot him then?#
CirclMastr (10:10:51 PM): #Only if I go down and some weird shit happens, but then it wouldn't do much good.#
Umbrafer (10:11:24 PM): You get up and leave the burger joint. By the time you get in view of the fence again, the balloons appear to have been tugged downwards, but you can still see a black balloon clearly over the fence.
MilesMk1 (10:11:35 PM): (Conveniently, Glitch considers *attempted* decapitation of a disabled body weird enough.) :P
Umbrafer (10:11:38 PM): Umbrafer rolled 15 6-sided dice: 1 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 1 5 1 4 5 4 3
CirclMastr (10:12:20 PM): *approaches with caution, one hand on katana under coat*
MilesMk1 (10:12:37 PM): *looks for a way around or over the fence, and follows Macleod, ready to draw his gun*
Umbrafer (10:12:57 PM): The fence is pretty high, but you can go around it trivially.
CirclMastr (10:13:04 PM): *does so*
MilesMk1 (10:13:25 PM): *follows*
Umbrafer (10:13:29 PM): You burst around the fence, hand near your weapons of choice, to discover…
CirclMastr (10:13:55 PM): (A dummy. A C-12 lump with timer counting down. Dunkelzahn.)
Umbrafer (10:14:15 PM): (Yes. A dummy of Dunkelzahn made of C-12)
Thematrian1 (10:14:29 PM): (A dunkelzahn dummy made of...dammit Jon)
CirclMastr (10:14:32 PM): (With a timer counting down)
Umbrafer (10:14:35 PM): An attractive young woman in her early twenties. A bundle of balloons is tied to a water spigot, but only the topmost one is black.
Umbrafer (10:15:05 PM): "Hello there, sirs! I'm giving a survey from Prosperi Marketing Group. Would you mind filling it out? It won't take but a moment"
Thematrian1 (10:15:06 PM): ::chats with Scavengers about the disturbing attractiveness of the loa of death::
CirclMastr (10:15:22 PM): *shrugs a bit and fills it out*
MilesMk1 (10:15:53 PM): What time of day is it?
MilesMk1 (10:15:58 PM): Or night, as it may be?
Umbrafer (10:16:00 PM): You note at one point that Scavengers readjusts the plate of meat-containing food nearest her such that it it slightly further away from her.
Umbrafer (10:16:14 PM): It's evening, probably about 8:30-ish by now
MilesMk1 (10:17:42 PM): "At 8:30 at night, hiding behind a fence?" (unless there's another street or something behind the fence, and she wasn't lurking as such, then I just keep the comment about the time.)
CirclMastr (10:17:46 PM): *goes over the survey, filling it out*
Umbrafer (10:18:18 PM): The list is an odd one. It claims to be twenty questions, but you've checked both sides and can find only nine. Anyone filling it out, IM me your answers. (On the other side of the fence is a parking lot to another small restaurant)
Umbrafer (10:18:29 PM): Questions:
CirclMastr (10:18:47 PM): Glitch seems anti-survey
Umbrafer (10:18:53 PM): What is your favourite colour?
Umbrafer (10:19:04 PM): The last time you wore a costume for fun, what was it?
Umbrafer (10:19:19 PM): Under what circumstances, if any, would you sacrifice your life?
Umbrafer (10:19:29 PM): What's the best thing you've ever done?
Umbrafer (10:19:36 PM): What is your favourite number?
MilesMk1 (10:19:47 PM): (I can answer the survey, but I wouldn't mind an answer from her...)
Umbrafer (10:19:50 PM): What great figure from mythology, literature, or the media do you identify with?
Umbrafer (10:20:11 PM): What's the worst thing you've ever done?
Umbrafer (10:20:26 PM): Under what circumstances, if any, would you betray your friends?
Umbrafer (10:20:31 PM): What manner of dying do you fear most?
Umbrafer (10:21:05 PM): She responds that she's been there most of the day and that she'll be heading home soon, but that they needed dinner-going answers.
CirclMastr (10:21:56 PM): *finishes the form and hands it back*
MilesMk1 (10:22:26 PM): "A little unusual for marketing questions, aren't they?" *starts filling out the survey*
CirclMastr (10:22:53 PM): *while Glitch fills it out* "Mind if I ask a personal question?"
MilesMk1 (10:23:08 PM): Do you want us to IM Umbrafer or Vernjonal?
Umbrafer (10:23:20 PM): (Vernjonal is probably preferable, but either one works)
Umbrafer (10:23:46 PM): "Our marketing group takes interest not just in what people buy, but in who they are. How else can companies not just make money, but also make the world a better place?"
CirclMastr (10:25:09 PM): (Do I need to repeat question? heh)
Umbrafer (10:25:21 PM): "Go right ahead"
CirclMastr (10:26:03 PM): "Do you believe in God?"
Umbrafer (10:27:52 PM): "Have to blame someone." She smiles quite cheerfully at this.
CirclMastr (10:28:26 PM): "Don't like the idea of personal responsibility?"
Umbrafer (10:29:41 PM): "I'll tell you something. My brother, he was born with the talent. Magic, whatever you want to call it. Me, I wasn't, but I was born with a fragment of that gift."
Umbrafer (10:29:58 PM): "You know the astral plane? I can see it, sometimes.:
Umbrafer (10:30:04 PM): *"
CirclMastr (10:30:23 PM): "That so? What do I look like?"
Umbrafer (10:30:56 PM): "If I try hard enough I can make it happen, but most of the time it happens by accident for a little while."
Umbrafer (10:31:10 PM): She squints at you for a bit, then you notice her eyes go slightly out of focus.
Umbrafer (10:31:17 PM): Umbrafer rolled 15 6-sided dice: 5 3 1 6 4 2 1 1 1 5 3 3 6 3 5
MilesMk1 (10:31:28 PM): *finishes the survery and hands it back*
Umbrafer (10:31:34 PM): "You look old for your age."
Umbrafer (10:31:59 PM): That's delivered cheerfully and fairly straight, it's hard to read what exactly she means there.
CirclMastr (10:32:01 PM): *shrugs a bit* "I get that sometimes. Grow up fast in this day and age."
Umbrafer (10:32:47 PM): She takes the survey and slides it into the completed pile. "But it's hard to look out at the vastness of astral space, see all the light, all the life and colour, and think there isn't something out there, maybe just beyond view…"
MilesMk1 (10:33:40 PM): "So, what services does your company provide? Spiritual counseling, or something more concrete?"
Umbrafer (10:33:49 PM): "Do any of you have friends or family who might like to participate? I can give you some blank copies and they can just mail them in whenever's convenient."
CirclMastr (10:33:52 PM): "Maybe. Or maybe something isn't here yet. World may still be Awakening."
MilesMk1 (10:34:14 PM): (I say that in a neutral way, not trying to sound sarcastic.)
Umbrafer (10:35:02 PM): "Oh, we provide holistic marketing advice. We help companies with a great product not only get their product out into the world, but to maybe make other great products, things that will truly help people instead of just making a
Umbrafer (10:35:07 PM): nuyen."
Umbrafer (10:35:19 PM): *To MacLeod* "Oh, it definitely is. It's a great time to be alive."
Umbrafer (10:35:33 PM): *(It sure is, rather)
CirclMastr (10:36:17 PM): "If only more of us couldn't stay alive long enough."
CirclMastr (10:37:20 PM): (That probably came out wrong)
CirclMastr (10:37:24 PM): (But ah well, you know what I mean)
Umbrafer (10:37:58 PM): "So how about it, want some blank copies?"
CirclMastr (10:38:49 PM): *to Glitch* "Up to you."
MilesMk1 (10:39:25 PM): "Sure, I'll take one."
Umbrafer (10:39:58 PM): She pauses from untying the balloons from the spigot to hand one to you.
CirclMastr (10:41:26 PM): "Any chance we might continue our conversation sometime?"
Umbrafer (10:42:10 PM): "You never know. Maybe we will." She smiles brightly, gathers her stuff, and starts walking towards a car.
CirclMastr (10:42:37 PM): *grins a bit* "No phone number, then?"
Umbrafer (10:43:35 PM): "I'm sure we'll find each other." She winks and gets into the car.
Umbrafer (10:44:22 PM): As far as you can tell that was delivered straight-up, not sarcastically or in an obvious attempt to blow you off
CirclMastr (10:44:24 PM): *notes the car*
Umbrafer (10:44:38 PM): You note the license plate.
MilesMk1 (10:44:45 PM): *Shakes his head, goes back to the diner, sits down.* "Anyone want to take a survey?" *relates the events out in the street*
CirclMastr (10:45:22 PM): *goes back with Glitch*
Thematrian1 (10:46:03 PM): ::reads it over::
Umbrafer (10:47:54 PM): As you read, you notice that there's another page stuck to the back of this one.
Thematrian1 (10:48:39 PM): what does it say?
Umbrafer (10:49:15 PM): It's another copy of the survey, but there's some very faint writing in the corner. Perception from anyone trying to figure out what it says (and mention any microscopic vision mods)
Thematrian1 (10:49:25 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 5 5 1 1 5 6
Thematrian1 (10:49:29 PM): with microscopic vision
Thematrian1 (10:49:33 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 5
CirclMastr (10:49:36 PM): CirclMastr rolled 4 6-sided dice: 1 6 5 1
CirclMastr (10:49:40 PM): CirclMastr rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
CirclMastr (10:49:44 PM): (Ha, one success!)
MilesMk1 (10:50:25 PM): With microscopic vision:
MilesMk1 (10:50:29 PM): MilesMk1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 2 3 4 4 2 3
MilesMk1 (10:50:44 PM): Clearly, this is just some dirt...
Umbrafer (10:51:43 PM): Gem and Glitch note "——e-ir—— ——eit. C———" on one line, with text to either side as well. Dashes of all sorts are illegible.
Thematrian1 (10:52:37 PM): "Something's written here...Scavengers, do you have any drones with good image magnification?"
CirclMastr (10:52:41 PM): "Can I buy another vowel?"
Thematrian1 (10:52:53 PM): (workin' on it ;-))
Umbrafer (10:53:40 PM): On the next line, Gem notes "Fr————r————rle—————"
Umbrafer (10:54:28 PM): And the last line: "Still, w—————refu—————srth——————are coming."
Thematrian1 (10:54:46 PM): yeah, that's all kinds of reassuring
CirclMastr (10:55:22 PM): "Who would give someone an illegible secret message. Makes no sense."
Umbrafer (10:55:40 PM): The message is significantly smeared.
Umbrafer (10:55:54 PM): And, again, very faint.
MilesMk1 (10:56:07 PM): (Question... Do the dashes represent continuous text (or smears) or are there spaces within them as well?)
CirclMastr (10:56:12 PM): (That's what happens when gravy-fries over here touches things after eating)
Umbrafer (10:56:40 PM): It was originally written in pencil, but it looks like it was done very lightly. No significant impressions are noticable on most of it. (Hehehe)
Umbrafer (10:57:05 PM): On the other side, though, there's some completely legible writing.
Umbrafer (10:57:20 PM): Tucked near the bottom.
CirclMastr (10:57:30 PM): Saying?
Umbrafer (10:59:15 PM): "So then I got this idea about driving a cheesecake truck because I figured at the end of the day I could take some of the leftover cheesecakes home, and I love cheesecake."
CirclMastr (10:59:42 PM): "..."
Umbrafer (10:59:51 PM): "So I went to the cheesecake company, and they asked me if I could drive a truck, and I said yes and they said 'you're hired'. So the next day I got in the truck"
Umbrafer (11:00:34 PM): "And I drove about a block and I just had to have a cheesecake. So I pulled over and I opened the trunk and I got a cheesecake. And I also took one for later, and I took one for my friend Farmboy, and I took one to bring home."
Umbrafer (11:01:21 PM): "And by that time I had eaten one of the cheesecakes, so I took another one. Then I figured I might as well stop by my house to drop off all the cheesecakes."
Umbrafer (11:01:37 PM): " So I take five cakes to eat on the way, and I drive another block and a half to my house…"
Umbrafer (11:01:47 PM): It trails off there.
CirclMastr (11:02:04 PM): "........"
MilesMk1 (11:02:33 PM): (Snoog got a job delivering cheesecakes?)
MilesMk1 (11:02:54 PM): (Well, no, from what I heard, he probably couldn't write...)
CirclMastr (11:03:00 PM): (yeah)
MilesMk1 (11:03:07 PM): "Huh."
MilesMk1 (11:03:27 PM): "Can anyone think of a way of enhancing that image further?"
MilesMk1 (11:03:38 PM): "The writing, I mean."
Thematrian1 (11:03:59 PM): "Your better spy-drone does image mag..."
MilesMk1 (11:04:43 PM): "So do my eyes, but that's usually only good at long range. Up close you want microscopic magnification, the focal length is entirely different..."
Thematrian1 (11:05:04 PM): "Mmph. Fair point."
MilesMk1 (11:05:22 PM): (That's correct, yes? Magnification doesn't help?)
CirclMastr (11:05:40 PM): "Maybe it looks different on the astral. Woman said she was Awakened."
Thematrian1 (11:06:05 PM): "Still, some form of digital enhancement..."
MilesMk1 (11:06:09 PM): (And I don't suppose this sort of thing looks any different under thermographic vision?)
Thematrian1 (11:06:19 PM): Following MacLeod's advice, I assense the survey.
Thematrian1 (11:07:53 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 6 6 6 3 5 2
Thematrian1 (11:07:58 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 3 6-sided dice: 1 1 3
Umbrafer (11:08:46 PM): (It does not)
Umbrafer (11:08:51 PM): (And that's correct)
Umbrafer (11:09:39 PM): It looks like a mundane sheet of paper
Thematrian1 (11:09:56 PM): "Nothing astrally."
CirclMastr (11:10:57 PM): "Hmm.."
Umbrafer (11:13:26 PM): Scavengers eyes it with disinterest, though she perked up slightly at the mention of cheesecake.
MilesMk1 (11:14:38 PM): "So, does anyone have access to digital enhancement software, or know anyone who does?"
Thematrian1 (11:15:04 PM): ::smile:: I expect I can find someone. I don't know what it will cost, though; how much do we care about this?"
CirclMastr (11:15:19 PM): "I care."
MilesMk1 (11:15:47 PM): "I want to know why some strange bunch of people appears to be paying us too much attention."
Thematrian1 (11:16:27 PM): "I'm not sure that this will be a clue. I'll have to find out about that joker who was following us..."
Thematrian1 (11:16:36 PM): Hey, we didn't get a company name, did we?
CirclMastr (11:16:49 PM): Prosperi
Umbrafer (11:16:56 PM): You did
Thematrian1 (11:17:00 PM): ah, thanks
Umbrafer (11:17:04 PM): Yep
Thematrian1 (11:17:07 PM): I guess that makes it stink a tiny bit less
Thematrian1 (11:17:22 PM): (Prosperi, prospero, prosperity....?)
Umbrafer (11:20:35 PM): Scavengers finishes the last of her poutine.
MilesMk1 (11:21:23 PM): Prosperi Marketing Group
Umbrafer (11:23:22 PM): (Brb)
Thematrian1 (11:24:23 PM): I guess we leave. Research topics for the next few days of searching: digital enhancement software, clown guys with balloons. I have a recorded image of Clown Guy, so match to that if possible
Umbrafer (11:25:24 PM): (I return)
Umbrafer (11:25:35 PM): *Nods*
MilesMk1 (11:26:03 PM): *calls Johnson from the van*
Umbrafer (11:26:14 PM): *Ring ring*
Umbrafer (11:26:24 PM): *Ring ri—* *Click* "Hello?"
MilesMk1 (11:27:12 PM): "Hello. Mr. Johnson?"
Umbrafer (11:27:34 PM): "Yes. Is it done?"
MilesMk1 (11:28:06 PM): "Yes, it is."
Umbrafer (11:28:43 PM): "Excellent. I can meet you any time after twelve hours from now."
MilesMk1 (11:29:24 PM): "Very well. Please excuse me for a moment as I double-check my schedule..." *mutes the phone*
MilesMk1 (11:29:49 PM): "He says he can meet with us any time starting with twelve hours from now. Preferences?"
Thematrian1 (11:30:47 PM): current time?
Umbrafer (11:31:05 PM): Probably about 9:00 by now
Thematrian1 (11:31:32 PM): Over lunch tomorrow, then?
MilesMk1 (11:31:53 PM): Over lunch sounds good... Place?
MilesMk1 (11:32:11 PM): Just so we have one if he has no preference.
MilesMk1 (11:32:36 PM): (Note to self, buy an area knowledge soft...)
Thematrian1 (11:32:41 PM): "Ergh. Maybe after lunch."
MilesMk1 (11:33:07 PM): "So, around 2:00PM, then?"
Thematrian1 (11:33:42 PM): "Works for me."
MilesMk1 (11:33:46 PM): "How about tomorrow at 2:00PM?"
MilesMk1 (11:33:54 PM): (that last one is into the now-unmuted phone)
Umbrafer (11:34:13 PM): "Certainly. Meet me at [location] then."
MilesMk1 (11:35:01 PM): *unless the location is hugely objectionable for some reason* "Very well. Have a good night."
Umbrafer (11:35:34 PM): It's just an address. You can look up the location if you want.
Thematrian1 (11:36:27 PM): ::does so::
MilesMk1 (11:36:42 PM): *hangs up unless Johnson says something to stop him*
Umbrafer (11:37:10 PM): He says nothing.
Umbrafer (11:37:34 PM): The location is a coffee shop. Remind me, do you have any underworld connections on the Matrix?
Thematrian1 (11:38:28 PM): does Shadowlands count?
MilesMk1 (11:38:37 PM): No, but I actually do know a guy who runs a bar and grill... Damn, should make us go eat there sometime.
Umbrafer (11:39:13 PM): It counts in spades.
Umbrafer (11:40:24 PM): The place has a bit of a reputation for being a meet location for the more technically-oriented in the shadow-community, though it's general-purpose. There is a note that unlike some places it does a fair amount of legit traffic, so
Umbrafer (11:40:32 PM): rather, and thus to keep it quiet
Thematrian1 (11:42:21 PM): I pass these facts on.
MilesMk1 (11:43:22 PM): *files that bit of info away*
MilesMk1 (11:44:31 PM): (and now, I must go, because I will lose consciousness otherwise)
Umbrafer (11:44:57 PM): (I'm fading fast myself)
Thematrian1 (11:45:16 PM): <----can live with that
Umbrafer (11:46:11 PM): Tuesday, then?
Umbrafer (11:46:25 PM): Also, is Gem filling out one of the surveys?
Thematrian1 (11:46:38 PM): Argh. Yeah, she is, once she's home.
MilesMk1 (11:47:15 PM): Ok... See you guys Tuesday, than.
Thematrian1 (11:47:21 PM): yep, tuesday
MilesMk1 (11:47:25 PM): Goodnight.
Umbrafer (11:47:30 PM): *Nods* Unless anyone does anything interesting along the way (which will be taken care of next week if it happens), you all reach your respective domiciles without incident.
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