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Thematrian1 (8:33:45 PM): so, I saw Circl earlier...
MilesMk1 (8:34:17 PM): Evening.
MilesMk1 (8:34:35 PM): I saw him much earlier, in the afternoon.
Thematrian1 (8:34:44 PM): I saw him ~7:30
Umbrafer (8:35:58 PM): One moment.
Umbrafer (8:36:37 PM): My weekend is going to be all sorts of chaos.
Umbrafer (8:36:57 PM): Anyway. Benton will be here tonight, but he's not responding at the moment
Umbrafer (8:37:00 PM): No idea where Dave is
Umbrafer (8:37:20 PM): This could work well if it was next week, but it isn't.
Thematrian1 (8:38:07 PM): can we do the info dump, at least?
MilesMk1 (8:38:13 PM): If it was Tuesday, you mean?
Umbrafer (8:38:39 PM): No no, if it was next week. There's stuff that will mostly be involving you two, but it isn't happening yet in-game.
MilesMk1 (8:38:53 PM): ...
MilesMk1 (8:39:01 PM): Interesting.
Umbrafer (8:39:58 PM): Anyway. Info-dump indeed.
terminal handle has entered the chat room.

terminal handle (8:40:23 PM): Sorry for the mild lateness, kids.
Umbrafer (8:40:39 PM): No problem.
Umbrafer (8:40:46 PM): I'm still digging for my notes.
Thematrian1 (8:41:24 PM): we'd been hired to kill somebody
Thematrian1 (8:41:26 PM): eliminate them
Thematrian1 (8:41:27 PM): whatever
Thematrian1 (8:41:46 PM): Gem was thinking seriously about betraying the J before she'd even heard the offer, a personal best for her
terminal handle (8:41:59 PM): Aw.
terminal handle (8:42:06 PM): You should've acted on it.
terminal handle (8:42:12 PM): Throw Jon for a loop, for a change.
Thematrian1 (8:43:07 PM): ...right. Think I'll wait to know who I'm killing.
terminal handle (8:43:32 PM): Details. :D
Umbrafer (8:43:40 PM): :)
Umbrafer (8:45:10 PM): "The target has gone to ground somewhere in the Redmond Barrens."
Umbrafer (8:45:46 PM): "There are three safehouses he operates that we know of, and his agents have been seen emerging from a fourth location."
Thematrian1 (8:45:51 PM): #Minimal police presence, if I remember right. How tough are Seattle gangs, anyway?#
Thematrian1 (8:45:55 PM): ::serious nod::
Umbrafer (8:46:07 PM): He slides datachips across the table.
Thematrian1 (8:46:15 PM): Gem takes one
terminal handle (8:46:25 PM): ::snatches the shiniest one::
Umbrafer (8:46:29 PM): "Maps."
Thematrian1 (8:47:25 PM): ::tucks it away in her coat::
MilesMk1 (8:47:34 PM): (Was our first run in the barrens, or was it somewhere worse?)
Umbrafer (8:48:06 PM): (That one was in the Puyallup barrens)
Umbrafer (8:48:16 PM): (Whether or not it's worse is arguable)
Umbrafer (8:48:29 PM): (Puyallup is more destroyed, more hopeless, more innately dangerous just from the environment)
Umbrafer (8:48:37 PM): (Redmond is the one where the gangs have rocket launchers.)
MilesMk1 (8:49:11 PM): #Well, you remember the troll with the 10'
MilesMk1 (8:49:18 PM): piece of rebar, right?#
Thematrian1 (8:49:34 PM): #Sure do#
terminal handle (8:49:46 PM): "You don't have any additional info? Agents with, or en route to him? Some sort of schedule?"
MilesMk1 (8:50:00 PM): #I think there are a lot of gangs better armed than that...#
Umbrafer (8:50:52 PM): "He has at least three people with him. They get supplies for him, talk to people, keep him in the loop."
Thematrian1 (8:50:54 PM): #Delightful. Just so long as they don't spot us...#
Thematrian1 (8:51:16 PM): "Tell us more about him, then."
Umbrafer (8:51:25 PM): "One is wired. The other two may not be combat-trained."
Umbrafer (8:51:52 PM): "He is not personally dangerous. He has connections, most of which he has no access to."
Umbrafer (8:52:02 PM): "I believe he can fire a gun."
MilesMk1 (8:52:47 PM): "The wired one - what does he look like?"
terminal handle (8:53:00 PM): "And how loud of a bang can you tolerate when we take him?"
Umbrafer (8:53:09 PM): "There are pictures on the chip."
Umbrafer (8:53:22 PM): "Bang… don't bring the Star down."
Umbrafer (8:53:54 PM): In the Barrens, that translates to "don't use explosives counted in tens of kilotons."
terminal handle (8:54:01 PM): ::glares at the J:: "Ruin all my fun..."
MilesMk1 (8:54:45 PM): "And do you require any sort of... physical proof... that he's dead?"
Umbrafer (8:55:02 PM): "The standard proof will do."
MilesMk1 (8:55:27 PM): (Which is? Pictures? Severed pinky finger?)
Umbrafer (8:55:39 PM): (Head or majority of cerebrospinal tissue, usually)
MilesMk1 (8:55:49 PM): (Ah.)
terminal handle (8:56:09 PM): "That will be no problem at all. I have proper transportation and storage."
Umbrafer (8:56:18 PM): Umbrafer rolled 8 6-sided dice: 3 4 6 4 5 3 4 5
MilesMk1 (8:56:21 PM): #Here we go again. That waterproof bag we got is going to really pay for itself.#
Umbrafer (8:56:21 PM): Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
Umbrafer (8:56:29 PM): He doesn't blink at that.
MilesMk1 (8:56:32 PM): #...or maybe not.#
terminal handle (8:56:38 PM): Oh...but I wink at him.
Thematrian1 (8:56:50 PM): #I'm not touching that one.#
Thematrian1 (8:58:10 PM): "Did you include his picture in this data?" ::waving at the chips::
Umbrafer (8:58:14 PM): "Yes."
Thematrian1 (8:58:29 PM): I slot the one I grabbed, and get a look at him
Umbrafer (8:59:49 PM): Middle-aged, overweight, scars across the left side of his cheek. Mediterranean-looking, receding hairline.
Umbrafer (9:00:11 PM): Wearing a suit that, to his credit, is well-made.
MilesMk1 (9:00:51 PM): "Is there anyone he or his men might interact with that you might actually *not* want injured?"
MilesMk1 (9:01:31 PM): "Aside from the obvious, like anyone who might result in the aforementioned Star to be brought down."
Umbrafer (9:01:39 PM): He thinks for a bit.
Umbrafer (9:01:43 PM): "Not really."
MilesMk1 (9:02:55 PM): "And the time frame for this is ten days?"
Umbrafer (9:03:36 PM): "Yes. As I said, we don't think he'll skip town but if he tries, please prevent it."
MilesMk1 (9:04:22 PM): "Right."
MilesMk1 (9:04:49 PM): "You mentioned a wired guy... do his followers include any awakened, to your knowledge?"
Umbrafer (9:05:31 PM): "They could. His current state should not afford him access to anyone of any prowess."
Thematrian1 (9:06:09 PM): (strike if already mentioned, I'm fading out) "And he is not awakened?"
Umbrafer (9:06:31 PM): "No."
terminal handle (9:09:45 PM): ::produces her pocket secretary, slots the chip, and glazes the information with a disinterested grimace::
terminal handle (9:10:22 PM): (Are there pictures of the associates on these chips?)
Umbrafer (9:10:41 PM): The information is sparse, if effective. There are several pictures of four individuals, as well as a rough map of the Barrens
Umbrafer (9:11:01 PM): The map is extremely rough, though it gets more detailed around four different locations.
terminal handle (9:11:24 PM): ::closely examines the pictures of the four, taking detailed notes. the maps are virtually ignored::
Thematrian1 (9:12:15 PM): "Nothing else we should know?"
Umbrafer (9:12:52 PM): He shrugs.
Umbrafer (9:12:57 PM): "That's what we have."
terminal handle (9:13:52 PM): terminal handle rolled 5 6-sided dice: 5 5 5 1 6
terminal handle (9:13:56 PM): terminal handle rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
Umbrafer (9:17:04 PM): "Anything else?"
MilesMk1 (9:17:52 PM): I don't say anything.
MilesMk1 (9:18:12 PM): Well, that's assuming he gave us our up-front money.
Thematrian1 (9:18:24 PM): 25k, 75 more on completion, IIRC
Umbrafer (9:18:31 PM): Yep
terminal handle (9:18:33 PM): "This will do, as far as I am concerned."
Umbrafer (9:18:33 PM): He did indeed.
Umbrafer (9:19:09 PM): "There's a number on the chip. Call it when it's done."
terminal handle (9:20:29 PM): :nods:: "I will begin preparing my equipment tonight."
Umbrafer (9:20:40 PM): He nods and, unless someone intervenes, leaves.
Thematrian1 (9:20:43 PM): "I think that's everything, then. Good to talk to you."
MilesMk1 (9:20:57 PM): Does the opposite of intervening.
Umbrafer (9:21:33 PM): He also passes a package to Pusher.
Umbrafer (9:21:39 PM): This seems to cheer him up immensely.
MilesMk1 (9:22:28 PM): (So... Do we wait for Dave to show up, or what? I think we need a meat-puppet for this job.)
MilesMk1 (9:22:36 PM): Cheer Pusher up, or cheer Johnson up?
Umbrafer (9:22:40 PM): Pusher.
MilesMk1 (9:22:44 PM): Ah.
terminal handle (9:23:18 PM): Is the package ticking?
Umbrafer (9:23:29 PM): Nope.
terminal handle (9:23:32 PM): :(
Umbrafer (9:23:36 PM): Pusher tucks it away.
Thematrian1 (9:23:56 PM): I assense it
Thematrian1 (9:23:57 PM): first
Thematrian1 (9:24:00 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 1 5 5 6 1 2
Umbrafer (9:24:38 PM): It's a package. Lingering emotions include mild embarrassment and annoyance.
Thematrian1 (9:25:31 PM): yeah
Umbrafer (9:26:34 PM): The crew is left at its table.
Thematrian1 (9:26:56 PM): did we get food, or spirits, or something?
Umbrafer (9:27:47 PM): The J bought a drink for anyone who wanted it.
Umbrafer (9:28:18 PM): Pusher appears to be nursing a Shirley Temple.
terminal handle (9:28:43 PM): My wine remains untouched.
Thematrian1 (9:29:28 PM): I offer my drink to Pusher
Umbrafer (9:29:40 PM): What is it?
MilesMk1 (9:29:58 PM): I drink my coffee.
Thematrian1 (9:30:13 PM): I dunno. Something with fruit and lots of alcohol content
terminal handle (9:30:31 PM): Jugle juice it is.
Umbrafer (9:30:37 PM): Fair enow. He probably accepts.
terminal handle (9:30:39 PM): *Jungle
Umbrafer (9:30:49 PM): Considering his size, the alcohol content may not matter.
terminal handle (9:32:11 PM): ::stands, stretching:: "Shall we?"
MilesMk1 (9:32:40 PM): *finishes his coffee*
MilesMk1 (9:33:00 PM): "Sure, why not. Is your van armored, by any chance?"
Thematrian1 (9:33:47 PM): (Around now, Gem is going to make a concerted effort to find out who Pusher is and what he wants)
terminal handle (9:34:09 PM): ::suddenly sports an atypically wide grin:: "Yes, and far better than you'd hoped. I suggest you all bring any equipment you will want to store there so that we may arrange its storage."
Umbrafer (9:34:35 PM): (We'll consider it to happen and do it when Dave's around)
Thematrian1 (9:35:51 PM): (check)
Umbrafer (9:37:42 PM): Gem's phone rings.
Thematrian1 (9:37:51 PM): I head to the van. I'd like to stop off at home and pick up my various weapons (grenades and a pistol, basicall...uh oh)
Thematrian1 (9:37:58 PM): I step outside and answer it
MilesMk1 (9:38:32 PM): I would like to get my working gear as well.
terminal handle (9:39:18 PM): ::heads to the van , opens it for the team, and prepares storage areas after stowing her living amenities::
Umbrafer (9:41:11 PM): "Gem. Got someone who needs to send a Watchergram. You around?"
Umbrafer (9:41:13 PM): It's Sam.
Thematrian1 (9:41:51 PM): "For you? Always." (Light and teasing) "Tell me all about it."
Umbrafer (9:44:06 PM): "Some people want a message delivered by Watcher. They say they've got the location and everything, they just want it to fly in and shout a few sentences."
Umbrafer (9:44:21 PM): "No idea what it's about. People these days."
Thematrian1 (9:45:26 PM): "Uh huh. Cute. Which sentences?"
Thematrian1 (9:47:10 PM): (ominous pause?)
Umbrafer (9:47:34 PM): (No pause in-game. There's a pause 'cause I'm being bombarded with real-life complications, give me a minute)
Thematrian1 (9:47:43 PM): (Sure, no worries)
Umbrafer (9:47:53 PM): (Well, there is a pause, but it's accompanied by the sound of fiddling with paper)
Umbrafer (9:49:46 PM): "'We the members of the third division accuse Rainer Bloss of theft of community resources for personal gains. The evidence for this accusation sits beneath the tables of rows thirteen, seventeen, and twenty-six. We call upon him to
Umbrafer (9:49:55 PM): stand trial in the holy court and face his retribution.'"
Umbrafer (9:49:58 PM): "Nutcases."
Thematrian1 (9:51:38 PM): Amused: "Give me the coordinates. You can make it up to me later."
Umbrafer (9:51:55 PM): He rattles them off.
Umbrafer (9:52:08 PM): "By the way…"
Umbrafer (9:52:14 PM): "You notice the power outage the other day?"
terminal handle (9:52:32 PM): ::motions to Glitch and whispers so as not to overpower the phone conversation::"I will need the radio frequency you all use. My comm equipment is doing me no good, otherwise."
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terminal handle (9:53:08 PM): (Yay!)
CirclMastr (9:53:21 PM): (Sorry all, family commitments went long)
Thematrian1 (9:53:37 PM): "Saw the lights flicker."
Thematrian1 (9:53:45 PM): Inviting him to go on.
terminal handle (9:53:47 PM): (No worries. You missed being shot. Twice.)
CirclMastr (9:54:03 PM): (Har har)
terminal handle (9:54:23 PM): ( :D Wait five minutes.)
Umbrafer (9:54:28 PM): "This town feels like it's boiling. Everything's starting to happen at once."
MilesMk1 (9:54:31 PM): "Sure." *gives Scavs the frequency*
Umbrafer (9:54:55 PM): "Time was I'd make a few deals a day, most small. Now it's non-stop."
MilesMk1 (9:55:05 PM): (on a chip or folded piece of paper, so I don't say it out in the open)
Umbrafer (9:55:06 PM): "It's good business, but a town can only boil for so long before it blows…"
Thematrian1 (9:55:43 PM): "Any idea what the explosion will look like?"
Umbrafer (9:55:44 PM): "Something's going down. Watch your back, ok?"
Umbrafer (9:55:58 PM): "I wish I knew."
Umbrafer (9:56:23 PM): "But it's one that someone can come out from rich, or dead.
Umbrafer (9:56:25 PM): *"
terminal handle (9:57:07 PM): ::begins tuning her cyber and van equipment to the proper channels:: "Here. In case you ever need to use them, my bugs have microspeakers mounted upon them. You can speak through them by using this set of frequencies." ::gives::
Umbrafer (9:57:16 PM): "I liked it better last year. Someone was doing something big, but just one someone."
Umbrafer (9:57:26 PM): "Now everyone's stirring."
Thematrian1 (9:57:33 PM): "So serious! Get rich, lay low. In a month we can laugh about it."
Umbrafer (9:58:19 PM): "You can do that… I lay low, a dozen people find someone else to work with."
Umbrafer (9:58:26 PM): "I need a vacation." He says this without irony.
Thematrian1 (9:59:06 PM): "All right. Sam. All kidding aside. Let me know if things suddenly go crazy for you, all right? I've got a lot of practice getting out of things."
Umbrafer (9:59:33 PM): "I will. I can ride this if my heart doesn't give out."
Umbrafer (9:59:42 PM): "You're the one on the street. Watch yourself."
Thematrian1 (10:00:03 PM): "Vanity's a sin, Sam. See you in a few days."
Umbrafer (10:00:46 PM): He hangs up.
Thematrian1 (10:01:18 PM): I conjure up a watcher. Force seven, because why not?
Thematrian1 (10:01:24 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 2 6 4 6 3 2
Thematrian1 (10:01:31 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 10 6-sided dice: 1 1 2 6 2 5 3 1 5 5
Umbrafer (10:02:01 PM): Strictly speaking you can only go up to half your Magic
Umbrafer (10:02:07 PM): Watchers would be a lot more intimidating otherwise
Thematrian1 (10:02:37 PM): (Well, their stats would still depress)
Thematrian1 (10:03:17 PM): well, I summon a watcher, give it its marching orders, and wave it off into the...early evening?
Umbrafer (10:04:36 PM): It skitters away into the void.
Umbrafer (10:05:00 PM): I guess it isn't void. Early evening only becomes void in Fall/Winter.
CirclMastr (10:05:27 PM): (Dare I ask where my character has been left?)
Umbrafer (10:05:44 PM): Your character got a small package handed to him, and is following the group around.
Thematrian1 (10:05:50 PM): (We need to jump back in time a bit; we left interrogating him behind)
CirclMastr (10:06:16 PM): (Interrogating me?)
Thematrian1 (10:07:00 PM): (Yeah. I wanted to know, well, anything)
Thematrian1 (10:07:17 PM): ::gives Pusher her girly fruit drink::
CirclMastr (10:07:54 PM): *looks at it, then back up at Gem*
Thematrian1 (10:08:13 PM): "So, what did you think of him?"
Thematrian1 (10:08:32 PM): #I'm sort of at a loss as to how to deal with this guy. It's like the joke about the gorilla...#
CirclMastr (10:08:44 PM): "...Who?"
Thematrian1 (10:09:16 PM): "The man who gave you that box."
CirclMastr (10:09:49 PM): "Oh. Um... as long as we get paid..." *shrugs*
Thematrian1 (10:10:18 PM): "Yes, about that."
Thematrian1 (10:10:31 PM): "Why did you come here?"
CirclMastr (10:11:34 PM): "...Friend of mine called me, said if I hit someone I get paid, AND get Neko Nanny Nina shows!" *more excited at the end*
Thematrian1 (10:11:59 PM): #Neko Nanny Nina? Anybody?#
MilesMk1 (10:12:12 PM): #Ah... You got me.#
terminal handle (10:12:30 PM): ::the queen bee flutters alights on Pusher's head:: "Dare I ask what Necko Nana Nini is?"
CirclMastr (10:13:04 PM): (To par a phrase, WTF? I must have missed a description of something. Queen bee?)
terminal handle (10:13:31 PM): (It's literally always on her person.)
Thematrian1 (10:13:38 PM): #Well, I'm not averse to having a giant bullet catcher around for this one. #
terminal handle (10:13:41 PM): (My bad entirely.)
Thematrian1 (10:13:44 PM): (It's a drone)
CirclMastr (10:13:47 PM): (Drone? Okay)
Umbrafer (10:13:58 PM): (It's an insect spirit.)
CirclMastr (10:14:22 PM): "NiNA. Best show EVER!" *big grin*
Thematrian1 (10:14:26 PM): (Well, I am accustomed to controlling those.)
MilesMk1 (10:15:13 PM): "Have you ever worked in a group before?"
terminal handle (10:15:16 PM): "I will...take your word for it."
CirclMastr (10:15:43 PM): "Sometimes..."
CirclMastr (10:17:58 PM): *looks back and forth, wondering if I said something wrong*
Umbrafer (10:18:09 PM): The wind's picking up.
terminal handle (10:18:18 PM): "What do you do besides 'hit people?'"
Thematrian1 (10:19:01 PM): Thematrian1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 6 4 6 3 6 1
CirclMastr (10:19:02 PM): "I throw things really well... and I study my books. I speak well, right?"
Thematrian1 (10:19:35 PM): Gem nods agreement.
Thematrian1 (10:19:54 PM): #Throw things...Scavengers, mind taking us someplace where we can get a demo?#
terminal handle (10:20:27 PM): #I know just the place.#
terminal handle (10:20:43 PM): I place a call to Lefty.
MilesMk1 (10:20:52 PM): "What kind of things? Knives? Grenades? People?"
Umbrafer (10:21:56 PM): *Click*
CirclMastr (10:22:04 PM): "Those are easy to throw. I throw tables, phone booths, little cars... motorcycles.... Sometimes bigger cars, but those are heavy."
terminal handle (10:24:04 PM): "Lefty, my associates and I are coming to your street. You will wait outside of your apartment building in X minutes. I need you to be target practice."
Thematrian1 (10:24:15 PM): ::cocks an eyebrow::
MilesMk1 (10:24:33 PM): "Uh... Well, ok, then..."
Thematrian1 (10:25:09 PM): "Would you mind showing us? Not right now, but in a little while?"
MilesMk1 (10:25:15 PM): "So, Pusher, are you ok with only... hitting people... when we ask you to?"
CirclMastr (10:25:57 PM): *to Gem* "Okay." *to Glitch* "Yes, I try to do what I'm told... but... I get confused sometimes..."
terminal handle (10:26:30 PM): ::frowns very angrily:: "We will discuss this later and you will be punished."
Thematrian1 (10:26:59 PM): She's talking to Lefty, still?
terminal handle (10:27:09 PM): ::hangs up:: "I still know just the place. Who needs a ride?"
terminal handle (10:27:32 PM): Yes.
Thematrian1 (10:27:36 PM): "I'll take one."
CirclMastr (10:27:41 PM): *looks a bit nervous* "What is the address?"
MilesMk1 (10:28:42 PM): "Don't worry - we can drive you back, so you won't have trouble getting home."
MilesMk1 (10:28:53 PM): (although... can he actually fit in the van?)
terminal handle (10:28:54 PM): ::vaguely describes the address of a small scrapyard just outside of the 'Plex::
MilesMk1 (10:29:16 PM): "I'll follow along, I don't want to leave my car here."
CirclMastr (10:29:21 PM): *frowns a bit* "Um... no.. exact address?"
terminal handle (10:29:33 PM): "We can find everything from toaster ovens to discarded Citymasters."
terminal handle (10:30:40 PM): ::annoyed:: "I do not know the address. You follow Route X to Interstate Y, and it has its own exit just before the turnoff onto Highway Z."
CirclMastr (10:31:44 PM): *looks down a bit* "Um... I don't drive... I tell my car the address and it drives..."
Thematrian1 (10:32:22 PM): "I'll drive it for you, if you want."
terminal handle (10:32:24 PM): ::pauses, dumbfounded, and pull out her pocket secretary::
CirclMastr (10:32:39 PM): "Um, okay..."
terminal handle (10:33:03 PM): ::searches the address, muttering something about bananas and cannon fodder under her breath::
terminal handle (10:33:30 PM): "Right. It's at <address>."
MilesMk1 (10:33:52 PM): #By the way, Gem - did you try taking a look at him? Is he awakened, heavily cybered...?#
CirclMastr (10:34:25 PM): *takes out a small notepad and pen, and scribbles the address down* "Thank you..." *looks down, a bit ashamed*
terminal handle (10:35:25 PM): ::rolls her eyes and makes an about-face:: "I am ready when you all are."
Thematrian1 (10:35:35 PM): #Some of each. Awakened and chromed, especially in the arms and legs. Not a spellcaster, I don't think."
Thematrian1 (10:35:42 PM): ##
CirclMastr (10:36:04 PM): (Everyone hates all my characterss. ;_; )
Umbrafer (10:36:22 PM): (What, just 'cause they assense the new guy?)
Thematrian1 (10:36:27 PM): I go with Scavengers, then, it sounds like
Thematrian1 (10:36:35 PM): (He meant Scavengers, who is just surly ;-))
Umbrafer (10:36:45 PM): (Hehehe)
terminal handle (10:36:50 PM): (Believe it or not, she's just a horrid bitch.)
terminal handle (10:36:56 PM): (With....class?)
CirclMastr (10:37:07 PM): (My character is too dumb to know the difference)
Thematrian1 (10:37:30 PM): Nifty. We visit Lefty's?
terminal handle (10:37:47 PM): We don't need that insubordinate drekhead today. Just a trip to the scrapyard.
MilesMk1 (10:37:57 PM): #Take it easy with him... Who knows what happens when his feelings get hurt?#
Thematrian1 (10:38:17 PM): check
terminal handle (10:38:18 PM): #He turns bright green and throws my van?#
MilesMk1 (10:38:20 PM): *gets in his car, ready to follow*
Thematrian1 (10:38:30 PM): #If that happens, I'll try and talk to him.#
terminal handle (10:38:58 PM): We make trails, then.
MilesMk1 (10:39:24 PM): #And to be honest - few things bother me much, but this feels a bit like taking a really strol 6-year old into a life of crime.#
MilesMk1 (10:39:32 PM): strong
MilesMk1 (10:40:16 PM): #I have this mental image of him breaking into tears when someone shoots him.#
terminal handle (10:40:40 PM): #He would be cleaning bathrooms otherwise. I have a feeling he will be useful for now."
Thematrian1 (10:41:00 PM): #Assume that his friends don't secretly hate him. Then they sent him to meet for an assassination. I bet he's tougher than he lets on.#
MilesMk1 (10:41:24 PM): #You have a point.#
Thematrian1 (10:41:48 PM): #Oh, and we need to see if he has a transducer#
Thematrian1 (10:41:57 PM): ::settles into the van to wait::
MilesMk1 (10:42:05 PM): #I just hope he doesn't go from "aw, shucks" to berserk at the drop of a hat.#
Umbrafer (10:42:08 PM): You on your way?
terminal handle (10:42:11 PM): I use the Hive's sensors to check out his car. Any surprises?
terminal handle (10:42:18 PM): Yes, we're driving.
terminal handle (10:42:22 PM): terminal handle rolled 4 6-sided dice: 2 6 6 4
Umbrafer (10:42:24 PM): Which car?
terminal handle (10:42:30 PM): Pusher's.
terminal handle (10:42:37 PM): terminal handle rolled 2 6-sided dice: 3 4
Umbrafer (10:42:49 PM): There's a giant Troll inside. I'm not sure how surprising that is.
terminal handle (10:42:54 PM): Very much so.
terminal handle (10:43:15 PM): From his attitude I was afraid he'd lock himself in the trunk.
terminal handle (10:43:36 PM): Totally driving places, though.
CirclMastr (10:43:45 PM): *convoyconvoy*
Umbrafer (10:44:05 PM): Convoyconvoyconvoy
Umbrafer (10:44:13 PM): You arrive in eight shakes of a lamb's tail.
Thematrian1 (10:44:45 PM): Gem reprograms her watch in lambtailshakes
terminal handle (10:44:55 PM): I stop at the gate to the scrapyard and blare the horn.
terminal handle (10:45:17 PM): (Are those metric lambtailshakes? This IS the future.)
Umbrafer (10:45:30 PM): (Yep)
Umbrafer (10:45:51 PM): There's a long pause, then the gate grinds open.
terminal handle (10:46:46 PM): I make a familiar wave to the attendant and park the hive.
CirclMastr (10:47:10 PM): *convoys in until my car decides it's there, then gets out*
terminal handle (10:47:13 PM): ::opens the doors, steps outside with her personal drone close behind::
Umbrafer (10:47:47 PM): The car decides it's there slightly outside of the gates.
Umbrafer (10:47:51 PM): It seems reluctant to venture within.
CirclMastr (10:48:16 PM): *gets out anyway, then pulls it inside*
Umbrafer (10:48:34 PM): You do so.
Thematrian1 (10:48:45 PM): I watch him pull his car inside.
Thematrian1 (10:49:10 PM): If the other two aren't watching, I pester them via transducer until they do. Unless it's obviously in neutral, in which case I maintain my implacable calm
CirclMastr (10:49:10 PM): *pulls it near the other cars, then looks at the others* "What shoud I throw?"
Thematrian1 (10:49:33 PM): ::looks around the junkyard::
terminal handle (10:49:38 PM): "Take your pick. There are plenty of huge metal bits lying around."
terminal handle (10:49:54 PM): "If nothing strikes your fancy, you seem as though you could just tear off a piece that would work."
CirclMastr (10:51:07 PM): *picks out something I'm fairly confident about throwing, about cycle-sized, and throws it as hard as I can*
Umbrafer (10:51:34 PM): *Whoomp*
Thematrian1 (10:51:39 PM): Meanwhile, Gem looks around for two somethings roughly grenade sized
Umbrafer (10:51:53 PM): It travels a goodly distance, where by "goodly distance" we mean "fourteen-odd meters plus rolling distance"
Umbrafer (10:52:15 PM): It was a chunk of scrap about the size of a motorcycle, but probably a fair bit denser.
MilesMk1 (10:52:42 PM): "That was great."
Thematrian1 (10:52:46 PM): "Fifty feet. Deep river."
terminal handle (10:52:51 PM): "I...wow."
CirclMastr (10:52:55 PM): *smiles* "Thanks..."
terminal handle (10:53:01 PM): "Impressive distance. How are you for accuracy?"
CirclMastr (10:53:35 PM): "I usually hit things... unless they move out of the way..."
Thematrian1 (10:53:40 PM): If I've got my somethings, I saunter over. "How about this? Smaller than you're used to, I know."
Umbrafer (10:53:51 PM): You do.
Umbrafer (10:54:05 PM): One of them's a very good approximation. The other's correctly sized, but too dense.
CirclMastr (10:54:09 PM): *takes one of the somethings* "What should I throw it at?"
terminal handle (10:54:28 PM): ::looks around:: "Throw it at that compact car, please."
terminal handle (10:54:42 PM): ::points::
MilesMk1 (10:54:52 PM): "At the driver's side windshield."
CirclMastr (10:54:58 PM): *follows the pointing finger, nods, and throws*
Thematrian1 (10:55:00 PM): I want one grenade-thing for accuracy, one for distance, was my thought
Thematrian1 (10:55:17 PM): the idea of landing a grenade on the guy from half a mile away is just chock full of appeal
CirclMastr (10:55:26 PM): (I roll this one, I assume?)
terminal handle (10:55:49 PM): I'm thinking of the potential applications for my non-rotoflier drones. They are rather endearing.
Umbrafer (10:56:04 PM): (Yes.) How far away is the target?
CirclMastr (10:56:09 PM): CirclMastr rolled 6 6-sided dice: 2 5 2 4 1 2
CirclMastr (10:56:17 PM): (...God, what a terrible roll)
terminal handle (10:56:34 PM): I imagine it'd be at least forty meters out.
terminal handle (10:56:43 PM): Make him sweat it out.
Umbrafer (10:57:15 PM): Roll Scatter. 1d6.
CirclMastr (10:57:39 PM): CirclMastr rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
CirclMastr (10:57:44 PM): (Yeah, NOW I roll a six)
Umbrafer (10:58:05 PM): Umbrafer rolled 6 6-sided dice: 2 1 4 1 4 1
Umbrafer (10:58:08 PM): Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
Umbrafer (10:58:32 PM): It lands a few meters past the car, to the right.
CirclMastr (10:58:43 PM): *frowns a bit* "Sorry...."
Thematrian1 (10:58:47 PM): #Close enough for things that explode#
MilesMk1 (10:59:02 PM): "It was far away. Why don't you try again?"
MilesMk1 (10:59:17 PM): #Yeah, not bad for a grenade at that range at all.#
CirclMastr (10:59:35 PM): "Okay...." *takes the other something, looks hard at the windshield, and throws*
CirclMastr (11:00:11 PM): CirclMastr rolled 10 6-sided dice: 4 1 1 2 6 3 6 2 6 6
CirclMastr (11:00:16 PM): CirclMastr rolled 4 6-sided dice: 3 2 2 1
Umbrafer (11:01:00 PM): It punches through the target window.
Umbrafer (11:01:17 PM): Don't bother rolling scatter, you've got more successes than scatter can take away.
terminal handle (11:01:23 PM): ::despite herself, Scavengers is visibly impressed::
CirclMastr (11:02:06 PM): *smiles*
Thematrian1 (11:02:07 PM): "Very nice. Very nice indeed."
MilesMk1 (11:02:08 PM): "Good throw."
CirclMastr (11:02:12 PM): "Thank you..."
MilesMk1 (11:02:30 PM): "Now... I guess you also are good at fighting hand to hand?"
MilesMk1 (11:03:01 PM): "Do you use any weapons, or just your fists?"
CirclMastr (11:03:46 PM): *nods* "I'm better with my fists than swinging something, but I can do both..."
Thematrian1 (11:04:21 PM): #I don't see any good way to test this...#
Umbrafer (11:04:58 PM): (Yeah, going three rounds with a giant Troll is usually a bad idea.)
MilesMk1 (11:05:23 PM): #Yeah, I'm not quite sure suggesting a non-contact sparring session would be a good idea.#
Thematrian1 (11:05:26 PM): Gem nods. "One more question. I know we've been badgering you a bit."
MilesMk1 (11:05:31 PM): "Tell you what...."
terminal handle (11:05:40 PM): ::contemplates Pusher a bit more::
Thematrian1 (11:05:49 PM): hold my line until after Glitch is done
MilesMk1 (11:05:57 PM): *selects something that approximates the size and shape of a human body standing*
MilesMk1 (11:06:09 PM): (can be a part of something else, as long as it's close)
MilesMk1 (11:06:36 PM): "Can you pretend that's someone who's trying to shoot you with a gun, and show me how you'd take him out?"
Umbrafer (11:06:37 PM): There's the remains of a smallish refrigerator
MilesMk1 (11:07:04 PM): "Please?"
CirclMastr (11:07:51 PM): "Um... hitting it or throwing something at it?"
MilesMk1 (11:08:21 PM): "Hitting it."
CirclMastr (11:09:10 PM): *goes over to the fridge and smashes my fist into the door*
Umbrafer (11:09:23 PM): Roll it.
CirclMastr (11:09:55 PM): (Unless it's some freaky armored fridge, I don't need a roll to smash a hole in it)
CirclMastr (11:10:02 PM): CirclMastr rolled 6 6-sided dice: 4 1 5 5 6 5
CirclMastr (11:10:04 PM): CirclMastr rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
Umbrafer (11:10:40 PM): Looking at the fridge, if you had to guess, you'd say cannon fire.
Umbrafer (11:10:49 PM): The thing pretty much blows apart.
Thematrian1 (11:11:02 PM): "Orca..."
CirclMastr (11:11:21 PM): "...What? Did I do something wrong?"
MilesMk1 (11:11:32 PM): "No, she's just impressed. We all are."
CirclMastr (11:11:43 PM): "Oh." *grins somewhat*
MilesMk1 (11:12:10 PM): "We just wanted to see how you fight, so that we can come up with a good plan for the job."
MilesMk1 (11:12:56 PM): #I guess we just need to find the target, confirm the location, and send him in. I can follow up as backup...#
terminal handle (11:13:29 PM): I'd kind of like to see the hit carried out via throw. Just have Pusher chuck the target at a building or something.
Thematrian1 (11:13:50 PM): #I'll go with for astral support, Scavengers can watch the sky.#
MilesMk1 (11:14:07 PM): Doing it the other way around being just slightly out of his reach...
Thematrian1 (11:14:17 PM): "Pusher."
Thematrian1 (11:14:30 PM): #How to phrase this...I want him on our radio channel.#
CirclMastr (11:14:34 PM): *looks at Gem*
MilesMk1 (11:15:10 PM): #Ah. Just ask him about radio, then. Let's see how well he gets it, then try something simpler if he doesn't.#
Thematrian1 (11:15:13 PM): Ok, first I look him over. Obvious external transceiver, anything along those lines?
Thematrian1 (11:15:46 PM): "Do you have a radio connection?"
CirclMastr (11:17:23 PM): "Radio... walkie-talkie? I have one at home..."
Thematrian1 (11:17:56 PM): "but no other way to talk on the radio?"
CirclMastr (11:19:14 PM): *blinks* "Why would I need more than one way?"
MilesMk1 (11:20:16 PM): "Well, some people have walkie-talkies with speacial headsets, so they can talk with their hands free, and only need to talk very quietly."
CirclMastr (11:20:43 PM): *nods* "That's my walkie-talkie."
Thematrian1 (11:21:25 PM): "May we...see your walkie-talkie, Pusher?"
MilesMk1 (11:21:29 PM): "And there are some where you don't even need to talk, you just need to think about what you want to say - but you need a datajack for those."
CirclMastr (11:21:41 PM): "...It's at home..."
Thematrian1 (11:22:21 PM): "Well, never mind for now, then."
CirclMastr (11:23:07 PM): "Okay..."
Thematrian1 (11:23:22 PM): #I'm satisfied. Anyone else?#
MilesMk1 (11:23:52 PM): "We'd just like you to bring it with you next time, when we go to work."
terminal handle (11:24:05 PM): #Since he doesn't seem to be much of a tactician, we could make due by drastically reducing the volume of my ant drone's speakers. That would let us direct him quickly and give him eyes in the back of his head, so to speak.#
CirclMastr (11:24:10 PM): *takes out the noteepad again and scribbles a note*
Thematrian1 (11:24:44 PM): #Good thought.#
MilesMk1 (11:25:01 PM): #As satisfied as I can be without seeing him in action... I assume he's got adequate armor, since he can't make up for a lack of it with subtlety.#
terminal handle (11:25:02 PM): #They are lightweight and equipped with Sliverguns. Hardly imperfect."
MilesMk1 (11:25:59 PM): #Big ants, then.#
MilesMk1 (11:26:17 PM): #All right, what next?#
terminal handle (11:26:25 PM): #They are about the size of a shoebox.#
Thematrian1 (11:26:39 PM): #We get down to some serious plotting.#
Thematrian1 (11:27:32 PM): #I want to know everything about this guy. Matrix is a start, but we're going to have to reconnoiter#
Thematrian1 (11:27:46 PM): #Scavs, how are you on matrix searches?#
MilesMk1 (11:27:49 PM): #What do we have Pusher do in the meantime?#
MilesMk1 (11:28:18 PM): #Yeah... I have a feeling that fourth location will need some looking at.#
terminal handle (11:28:21 PM): #Dreadful, but Lefty can help us there.#
Thematrian1 (11:28:57 PM): #Be sure to ask him. Meanwhile, I'd like you to check out those hideouts. Especially number four.#
MilesMk1 (11:29:04 PM): #Lefty does Matrix searches and occasionally acts as a target? Wide-ranging skill set, that.#
terminal handle (11:29:29 PM): #He is...obedient. Usually.#
MilesMk1 (11:29:50 PM): "Hey, Pusher - how do we get ahold of you? Do you have a phone number we can reach you at?"
CirclMastr (11:30:30 PM): *scribbles down my phone number and gives it to Glitch*
MilesMk1 (11:30:36 PM): "Thanks."
Thematrian1 (11:31:27 PM): ::reads ver his shoulder, commits it to harware memory::
CirclMastr (11:31:59 PM): (Gem can see overthe shoulder of a 3-meter tall troll?)
terminal handle (11:32:22 PM): (Glitch's shoulder, I think.)
CirclMastr (11:32:41 PM): (*smacks self*)
MilesMk1 (11:33:02 PM): *quietly* "For now, we're just going to be doing a lot of looking around for this guy - you know, Matrix work, maybe a little sneaking around - do you want to hang around and watch, or go home for now?"
Thematrian1 (11:33:11 PM): (Yeah, she has trouble seeing over Pusher's elbow, let alone...)
terminal handle (11:34:09 PM): ::prepares a data package from the contents of the chip on her pocsec::
MilesMk1 (11:34:52 PM): "It's fine if you want to come along, but it'll probably mean staying in the van a lot, because we can't let people see us, and you *smiles* sort of stick out in a crowd."
terminal handle (11:35:19 PM): ::eyes him up and down:: "He will fit. Barely."
MilesMk1 (11:35:35 PM): "Well, it is a van..."
CirclMastr (11:35:40 PM): "Um... usually I get sent home..."
MilesMk1 (11:36:36 PM): (Ok - so how do we handle this? Pusher seems ok with that, how about Dave? ;) It's sort of inevitable, with a troll like Pusher.)
terminal handle (11:36:38 PM): "Containing a small army of drones, a bed, storage, seating intended for nearly human-sized passengers..."
MilesMk1 (11:37:16 PM): "I'm sure your ride is more capable than you modestly give it credit for. Creative use of space, that's the ticket..." *grins*
CirclMastr (11:37:24 PM): (Obviously I need a decker character as well to participate in the legwork portions, heh)
Thematrian1 (11:37:54 PM): (I dunno about scavengers, but the rest of the group is rolling six computers dice. You know you want to)
MilesMk1 (11:38:11 PM): (Seven.)
Thematrian1 (11:38:22 PM): (son of a...)
CirclMastr (11:38:41 PM): (See? I just need two characters to keep up >_> )
terminal handle (11:38:43 PM): (Five...but that's by default....)
MilesMk1 (11:39:08 PM): (That's with cyber, though. Base is 5.)
Thematrian1 (11:39:23 PM): (Ok, only half the team hacks like a pro, then)
Thematrian1 (11:39:29 PM): (What about contacts?)
terminal handle (11:40:46 PM): (Lefty has Computers with Programming at 4 and 6, respectively.)
MilesMk1 (11:40:50 PM): (Mine aren't particularly suited to gathering information... I have a wide base of skills, but suck at everything else.)
Thematrian1 (11:41:31 PM): (My contacts are probably too upscale for this job, though we might get lucky.)
CirclMastr (11:41:55 PM): (I'm guessing the whole two characters idea won't fly, then? heh)
Umbrafer (11:42:10 PM): (Not at the moment. We'll see how things go.)
Umbrafer (11:42:59 PM): (Having done it myself, the two-characters thing is usually suboptimal, but if it's a choice between that and you sitting out large chunks of the game it's the better choice.)
CirclMastr (11:43:19 PM): (At this point I'm looking at two weeks of not having to show up.)
Thematrian1 (11:43:34 PM): (Probably only one week)
MilesMk1 (11:43:54 PM): (Heh... You'd have been impressed with the speed with which we handled the hotel job. I think.)
CirclMastr (11:44:36 PM): (Skepticism runs high at that.)
Thematrian1 (11:45:07 PM): (The whole thing was, what, two sessions? Given that our games are only three hours long, that's no mean feat)
Thematrian1 (11:45:13 PM): (Three, maybe?)
MilesMk1 (11:45:28 PM): (We did the actual run on the fly in about one session's worth of time, though it was spread over two Thursdays.)
Thematrian1 (11:46:53 PM): (The point is, we're getting better at it)
MilesMk1 (11:47:06 PM): (definitely)
MilesMk1 (11:47:51 PM): Speaking of running, I got to... I've been sleeping like crap, and I need to at least try to get seven hours, so I'll bid you all goodnight. (since we've basically come to a stopping point anyway, right?)
Umbrafer (11:48:07 PM): *Nods* This is as good a breaking point as any. Quickly, first:
CirclMastr (11:48:15 PM): (Seems so. Except I'm still in limbo about next week. ;_; )
Umbrafer (11:48:34 PM): What is everyone doing? Doing legwork now, breaking for the night in-game and getting some shuteye, something else?
Thematrian1 (11:48:53 PM): Hm. Gem goes to bed, she's had a busy couple of nights.
Umbrafer (11:49:27 PM): In which case: Seiler, any chance you could show up at 8:00 next week?
MilesMk1 (11:49:30 PM): Same for me - but I arrange to get together with Gem (and anyone else interested) early the next morning to start the Matrix and other legwork.
CirclMastr (11:49:44 PM): Pusher goes home and watches his show at the appropriate time(s)
Thematrian1 (11:50:09 PM): I can easily do that
Umbrafer (11:50:26 PM): Good times. For everyone else the official start time is 9:00, though you're welcome to show up earlier.
terminal handle (11:50:30 PM): Scavengers drives to Lefty's place, gives him the data package with search instructions for the target and his entourage, and hits the hay. She'll start her recon tomorrow.
Umbrafer (11:50:40 PM): *Nods*
MilesMk1 (11:52:08 PM): Ok - see you guys later.
terminal handle (11:52:12 PM): G'night!
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Thematrian1 (11:52:43 PM): sleep well everyone
terminal handle (11:52:47 PM): If it comes to that, will Pusher be okay with a little robot passenger?
terminal handle (11:52:49 PM): :D
terminal handle (11:52:53 PM): You as well.
Thematrian1 (11:53:07 PM): He's just so friggin' conspicuous
CirclMastr (11:53:22 PM): I'm sure if you assured him it wouldn't hurt or interfere with hitting/throwing, he wouldn't mind.
CirclMastr (11:53:38 PM): As long as we're metagaming, he's got Stealth 5.
Thematrian1 (11:54:26 PM): good for infiltration. It's the walking around on the street part that worries me.
Thematrian1 (11:54:37 PM): Some kind of camoflage...
terminal handle (11:54:56 PM): Please tell me he covers his eyes, and because he can't see them, they can't see him.
CirclMastr (11:55:09 PM): Why?
Thematrian1 (11:55:24 PM): he's better at sneaking than Gem, actually
terminal handle (11:55:36 PM): Cool factor aside? No reason.
CirclMastr (11:55:50 PM): I'll make a note to add a towel to his equipment.
terminal handle (11:56:19 PM): Too cool for school!
Thematrian1 (11:56:39 PM): Gem had one on our last shadowrun
CirclMastr (11:57:12 PM): Anyway, I must be off. G'night all.
terminal handle (11:57:17 PM): Later!
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Umbrafer (11:57:33 PM): So how does it feel having a Rigger in the party again?
Umbrafer (11:57:35 PM): (Both of ye')
terminal handle (11:57:59 PM): It is good practice for my inevitable rigger/decker. I love it.
terminal handle (11:58:39 PM): Granted, Scavs is far more hands-on than your typical drone rigger, but it is lots of fun regardless.
Umbrafer (11:58:42 PM): Rigger work takes practice, but it's a whole new world. Sorta like magic and astral projection, but with less competition (ironically enough)
Thematrian1 (11:58:53 PM): I'm really looking forward to all the intel-gathering this opens up. Ambush detection is just the start
Thematrian1 (11:59:34 PM): That's the part of Gem I never really played up; she does technically have a drone or two, but she never busts them out
Umbrafer (11:59:44 PM): Indeed
Umbrafer (11:59:55 PM): IIRC you'd discovered the disadvantages of not being able to jump into the drone
Thematrian1 (12:00:06 AM): God yes
Thematrian1 (12:00:15 AM): but there was no way I could take the VCR, even a little one
terminal handle (12:00:19 AM): I am very much anticipating my first opportunity to field my full range of drones. Soldier drones holding the fort, nurse drones carving up casualties...
Thematrian1 (12:00:31 AM): once I find that magical group and initiate...
Thematrian1 (12:00:38 AM): which reminds me, how's that search coming along?
Umbrafer (12:01:02 AM): Oh man. I'll have to dig up my notes, my memories of that one are lost in antiquity.
Thematrian1 (12:01:36 AM): nurse drones? Little worried, there.
Thematrian1 (12:01:48 AM): How autonomous are Scavs' drones, if I may ask?
Umbrafer (12:02:45 AM): Surprisingly, for the most part. I don't think I'm betraying any confidences there.
terminal handle (12:02:54 AM): Not at all. :)
Umbrafer (12:02:57 AM): Her approach is vastly different from, say, Alex's.
terminal handle (12:03:03 AM): I have them in three catagories. Queen's guard, soldiers, and nurses. There are three guards, two of which are queen bees. Queen bees are fully autonomous with Robot 3.
Thematrian1 (12:03:15 AM): I didn't know you'd seen Alex in actio...woah
Thematrian1 (12:03:22 AM): sparing no expense, eh?
terminal handle (12:03:23 AM): Scavs has no actual combat skills. She relies upon the queen bees for personal defense.
terminal handle (12:03:54 AM): For balance purposes, you will rarely see two queen bees out at once.
Thematrian1 (12:04:20 AM): It sounds like we're pretty well set up for a set-piece battle, if we get in to one.
terminal handle (12:04:51 AM): The soldiers are not quite so autonomous, but the nurses will be more-or-less fully automated to find, carve, and transport....things.
Thematrian1 (12:04:57 AM): bodies
terminal handle (12:05:00 AM): Shhhh.
Thematrian1 (12:05:02 AM): rations, if you prefer
terminal handle (12:05:05 AM): SHHHH.
Thematrian1 (12:05:29 AM): hehe. Sorry; I think Gem assensed that within ten seconds of meeting her.
terminal handle (12:05:51 AM): I'd figured as much. She's not going to bring it up, though, and she still has a fun trick up her sleeve.
Thematrian1 (12:06:19 AM): I just keep repeating to myself, "She's on our side, she's on our side..."
terminal handle (12:06:57 AM): Sure. :D
terminal handle (12:07:33 AM): Just don't die while she's watching. You'll be fine.
Umbrafer (12:08:09 AM): That reminds me of a certain exchange in our Tuesday group…
Thematrian1 (12:08:11 AM): Once she's dead, I don't imagine she'll mind.
Thematrian1 (12:08:17 AM): which exchange is this?
Umbrafer (12:08:35 AM): The bit where Blake was planning how not to let his body stay in good condition if he died around Alex :)
Thematrian1 (12:08:44 AM): ah yes
terminal handle (12:09:13 AM): That reminds me. Any good words for me about Tuesdays? I'm dying to try out Fats in the field.
Thematrian1 (12:09:15 AM): do we have the guy's name?
Thematrian1 (12:09:27 AM): Fats?
terminal handle (12:09:39 AM): You'll love him. Fat adept.
Umbrafer (12:09:47 AM): Ah, sorry, I hadn't had the chance to mention
Umbrafer (12:09:51 AM): <--life filled with chaos
Thematrian1 (12:09:57 AM): I hear that
terminal handle (12:09:58 AM): Curries. I"ll speak to him directly.
Umbrafer (12:10:10 AM): Well, you're doing that now :)
terminal handle (12:10:15 AM): Oh hell.
Thematrian1 (12:10:31 AM): hi there
terminal handle (12:10:36 AM): Keen.
terminal handle (12:10:40 AM): Um....Hey!
Thematrian1 (12:10:50 AM): (Jon: we did get the target's name?)
terminal handle (12:10:51 AM): (Thoght it was Circl)
Thematrian1 (12:11:06 AM): (Nah, he had to quit playing due to work conflicts)
terminal handle (12:11:48 AM): Fats' basic outline is that he's a morbidly obese adept (with equally-debilitating flaw to match this fact), whose powers are all geased to what he has been eating.
terminal handle (12:12:47 AM): I guess if I'm going to run him under somebody other than Jon, I should get those custom skills and flaw re-approved.
Thematrian1 (12:12:56 AM): heavens. Did you ever post him?
terminal handle (12:13:04 AM): Needless to say, there were a bunch.
Thematrian1 (12:13:16 AM): I can imagine
terminal handle (12:13:18 AM): Nay. Never finished chargen.
terminal handle (12:13:31 AM): Until now I had no reason to.
terminal handle (12:14:24 AM): I will, though, if you think I could join the Tuesday games at some point.
terminal handle (12:14:32 AM): At your convenience, clearly.
Thematrian1 (12:14:33 AM): ah. Offhand it sounds too silly, but I'm willing to look at him, after having slept and everything.
terminal handle (12:14:46 AM): Cool. Thanks!
Thematrian1 (12:14:51 AM): I'd be glad to have you on Tuesday; that'll fill the gorup.
Thematrian1 (12:14:57 AM): group
terminal handle (12:15:07 AM): What times do you usually start?
terminal handle (12:15:24 AM): I get home between 9 and 9:30 on that day, unfortunately.
Thematrian1 (12:15:32 AM): 8:30...ah. Hm.
terminal handle (12:15:50 AM): Alas. We'll neg it for now.
terminal handle (12:16:17 AM): And you're right, the character is made damn silly-like.
Thematrian1 (12:16:23 AM): Yeah. Sorry about the raising and dashing of hopes.
terminal handle (12:16:26 AM): Just wait until I tell you about his speed eater skill.
Thematrian1 (12:16:36 AM): his what now?
terminal handle (12:17:01 AM): Speed eating. He's a competitive speed-eater.
terminal handle (12:17:25 AM): Let's see...
terminal handle (12:18:44 AM): (AS)speed eating- character can eat one pound of food each minute for a number of minutes equal to his sucesses. TN based on type of food.
terminal handle (12:19:12 AM): Then, of course, there's the whole fat thing.
terminal handle (12:19:26 AM): Flaw: Morbid Obesity (-6)- Running modifier reduced to 2x Quickness, Dodge Tests TN +2, Athletics Tests TN +1, minimum of Low lifestyle, equipment must be troll-modified
Thematrian1 (12:19:36 AM): ouch.
terminal handle (12:20:05 AM): It balances. Trust me.
terminal handle (12:20:31 AM): Jon, you're probably going to want to cut out this whole portion of the log.
Thematrian1 (12:21:06 AM): you'd be amazed the kinds of things people like to see
Thematrian1 (12:21:56 AM): although, yeah, very silly
terminal handle (12:21:58 AM): Do you have a dumpshock account? I can PM you the customized details of Fats.
terminal handle (12:22:13 AM): Or email.
terminal handle (12:22:16 AM): Or carrier pigeon.
Thematrian1 (12:22:17 AM): morbid obesity seems balanced, though; too harsh, if anything
Thematrian1 (12:22:25 AM): I post as Taran on Dumpshock
terminal handle (12:22:37 AM): It's countered by the enhanced geas edge we decided upon.
Thematrian1 (12:23:11 AM): ah?
terminal handle (12:23:26 AM): Uno momento. Sending it all now.
terminal handle (12:23:57 AM): Done.
terminal handle (12:24:07 AM): You can mull and critique at your leisure.
Thematrian1 (12:24:10 AM): thanks
Thematrian1 (12:24:25 AM): with an added air of theoreticity
terminal handle (12:24:28 AM): Sure thing. Jon lets me get away with a lot, and to this day I have no damn clue why.
terminal handle (12:25:11 AM): Do you hear that, Jon!? You are lax! Drop and give me a billion!
Umbrafer (12:25:30 AM): *Drops and gives him a billion ninja on his tail*
terminal handle (12:25:48 AM): Whoa. And with a flourish, for that matter.
terminal handle (12:26:06 AM): And we don't have balance tails yet, jerkface. :(
Thematrian1 (12:26:16 AM): we don't?
Thematrian1 (12:27:01 AM): I wanted a real tail for Longtail, but no love
terminal handle (12:27:16 AM): Nope. And no matter how many times I cry myself to sleep, I won't be able to get a cyber remote deck for ages.
Thematrian1 (12:27:50 AM): that's right, you're not taking the hands-on VCR-3 approach, so you have room for other ware
Thematrian1 (12:28:30 AM): (although, I guess a ghoul with vcr3 would just fall over dead anyhow...)
terminal handle (12:28:43 AM): Not quite, but very nearly so.
Thematrian1 (12:29:38 AM): bah
terminal handle (12:29:47 AM): Hmmm...now I'm wondering if I shouldn't have just made her non-ghoul human, voluntary cannibal.
Thematrian1 (12:29:52 AM): should've had Scavs follow the J home. Or out.
Thematrian1 (12:30:09 AM): from a mechanical perspective, that certainly would have been better. No comment on the rest
terminal handle (12:30:30 AM): No problem. I have retconned a transmitting ant onto his car.
terminal handle (12:31:02 AM): Timespace Alteration edge. No biggie.
Thematrian1 (12:31:21 AM): Heh. This is the ace you mentioned? ;-)
terminal handle (12:31:45 AM): ...Jon? Can I have a Timespace Alteration edge for christmas?
terminal handle (12:32:26 AM): I have been good this year.
Umbrafer (12:32:41 AM): Hehehe
Thematrian1 (12:32:43 AM): All I want is an initiatory group. And an ally spirit.
Umbrafer (12:33:03 AM): But yeah, if you're wondering why I let you get away with a lot, it's because I want to enable creativity.
Umbrafer (12:33:13 AM): Sometimes I'm too permissive in that direction, but it usually works better than not.
terminal handle (12:33:33 AM): That is about what I figured, but I also rather enjoy giving you a hard time.
terminal handle (12:33:58 AM): And for the record, it's hardly an ace.
terminal handle (12:34:02 AM): It's just fun and unusual.
Umbrafer (12:34:15 AM): :)
Thematrian1 (12:34:21 AM): yeah, but there wasn't a good noun corresponding to thing up the sleeve
Umbrafer (12:34:49 AM): Hell, I approved MacLeod.
terminal handle (12:34:55 AM): Keeping the sleeve motif, it's more of a derringer-up-the-sleeve.
Thematrian1 (12:35:21 AM): hehe
terminal handle (12:35:53 AM): What was the deal with MacLeod, exactly? I lost ability to play at just the wrong time to miss him in action.
terminal handle (12:36:14 AM): Or learn anything about him, for that matter.
Umbrafer (12:36:19 AM): Highlander-style Immortal, basically.
terminal handle (12:36:44 AM): Did he end up losing his head?
Umbrafer (12:36:58 AM): In a manner of speaking, actually
terminal handle (12:37:01 AM): Whoa.
terminal handle (12:37:13 AM): I'd wondered where Pusher came from.
Umbrafer (12:37:58 AM): The manner of speaking I speak of is a less literal manner. He blew up at a new recruit in front of one of the team's contacts and was henceforth rendered persona non grata.
Umbrafer (12:38:34 AM): As was the new guy, who was apparently so dejected that he drove to Chicago.
Thematrian1 (12:38:39 AM): With lots of ugliness OOC
Thematrian1 (12:38:45 AM): and two years into the past
Umbrafer (12:38:50 AM): Hm?
Thematrian1 (12:38:59 AM): game time is 2057, right?
Umbrafer (12:39:01 AM): No no, we're both in 2055
Thematrian1 (12:39:09 AM): oh, never mind then
Umbrafer (12:39:13 AM): Tuesday is about a month later than Thursday though
Umbrafer (12:39:19 AM): Due to greater time compression here
terminal handle (12:39:39 AM): Oh man. Speaking of timelines, I have some bad news, Jon.
Thematrian1 (12:39:45 AM): none of this "next job happens six hours after current job"...plus I kinda wanted to get to August
Umbrafer (12:39:51 AM): ?
Umbrafer (12:39:53 AM): Hehehe
terminal handle (12:39:59 AM): I kinda sorta accidentally deleted Jack.
Umbrafer (12:40:09 AM): Yeah, August is interewhoawha?
terminal handle (12:40:31 AM): Yeah...
terminal handle (12:40:46 AM): Our sly thief inadvertently went with my latest reformat.
Umbrafer (12:41:04 AM): http://www.sotsw.net/sotswforums/viewtopic.php?t=4
terminal handle (12:41:07 AM): OH yeah!
Thematrian1 (12:41:14 AM): is this Jack Black, by any chance?
terminal handle (12:41:19 AM): 'tis.
Thematrian1 (12:41:20 AM): yeah, that
Umbrafer (12:41:23 AM): The one, the only.
terminal handle (12:41:33 AM): Still frozen in Boston.
Umbrafer (12:41:41 AM): The only man to come out ahead from the Run from Hell.
terminal handle (12:42:09 AM): Ironically, only thanks to the runners who turned it into a Hell.
Umbrafer (12:43:15 AM): Indeed.
Umbrafer (12:43:19 AM): They made quite the distraction.
Thematrian1 (12:43:51 AM): what with the burning and the dying, yeah
terminal handle (12:44:11 AM): To say the least. One misfired stunball, one million guards, and one shadowrunner later, Jack managed an exit.
terminal handle (12:44:16 AM): Lord only knows how.
Umbrafer (12:44:59 AM): Yves torching a guard writhing on the ground made the nightly news.
terminal handle (12:45:33 AM): God bless us Shadowrunners, every one.
Thematrian1 (12:45:41 AM): demonstrably not
terminal handle (12:45:46 AM): Well yeah.
Umbrafer (12:46:09 AM): Incidentally, I want to make a quick reference check.
terminal handle (12:46:12 AM): But seriously. Would you want to play a more forgiving rpg?
Umbrafer (12:46:24 AM): Shadowrun is forgiving.
Umbrafer (12:46:30 AM): As compared to, say, Call of Cthulhu.
Thematrian1 (12:46:37 AM): or Paranoia, sure
terminal handle (12:46:40 AM): As forgiving as my crazy insane grandmother who insisted that I run her over with my mom's minivan.
terminal handle (12:47:13 AM): And i really need to try Cthulhu at some point.
terminal handle (12:47:29 AM): That door will be opened with the magical key of "salary."
Thematrian1 (12:47:34 AM): And, it's nearly impossible to die in one shot. So that's forgiveness of a sort.
Thematrian1 (12:47:37 AM): heh
Umbrafer (12:47:51 AM): Let me know how familiar you are with the following items: Haibane Renmei, Paper Eleven, Silent Hill 4, Into the Void, Jacob's Ladder (movie)
terminal handle (12:48:04 AM): Somewhat, and none for the rest.
Thematrian1 (12:48:24 AM): nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin'
Thematrian1 (12:48:30 AM): nothin'
Umbrafer (12:48:41 AM): Good times.
Thematrian1 (12:48:48 AM): wuh oh
Umbrafer (12:49:01 AM): Hm?
Thematrian1 (12:49:52 AM): you found something evil, but you had to make sure we wouldn't see it coming fist
Thematrian1 (12:49:55 AM): first
terminal handle (12:50:23 AM): He is a little good at that, the sly sniggler.
Umbrafer (12:50:37 AM): Guilty as charged.
Umbrafer (12:51:58 AM): I'm just scrambling to get all of my notes together before exam season.
Umbrafer (12:52:36 AM): I need to petition someone to put more hours into the day.
terminal handle (12:52:53 AM): Um...hello?
terminal handle (12:52:57 AM): Timespace edge?
Umbrafer (12:53:01 AM): At least another twelve, maybe another full twenty-four.
terminal handle (12:53:03 AM): I've got you covered for a nominal fee.
Umbrafer (12:53:07 AM): Hehehe
Umbrafer (12:53:34 AM): Incidentally, any thoughts on what you're doing for NaNoWriMo?
Thematrian1 (12:53:57 AM): actually, yes
terminal handle (12:54:02 AM): Finding a dictionary of acronyms.
Thematrian1 (12:54:06 AM): I have metaphysics and asetting
Thematrian1 (12:54:09 AM): heh
Thematrian1 (12:55:35 AM): no plot, but that doesn't worry me
Umbrafer (12:55:44 AM): Hehehe
Umbrafer (12:56:02 AM): I've got a few ideas, I just need to make sure I don't write myself into another corner.
Umbrafer (12:56:14 AM): I'm good at taking myself in directions that I'm no good at continuing in.
Umbrafer (12:56:44 AM): (For the confused Benton: NaNoWriMo == National Novel(la) Writing Month)
Umbrafer (12:56:52 AM): (50,000 words in 30 days.)
terminal handle (12:57:09 AM): Whoa. Excellent!
terminal handle (12:57:16 AM): I expect copies of both your submissions.
Umbrafer (12:57:48 AM): Since I'm not daring enough to try to write my own world again, mine'll be set in the Shadowrun world and posted on Dumpshock as it's written.
Umbrafer (12:58:21 AM): Literally, my last attempt died on the vine… well, for a few reasons, but a lot of it had to do with spending too much time world-building and too little time writing.
terminal handle (12:58:44 AM): Couldn't the world-building be a novella by itself?
Thematrian1 (12:58:54 AM): so, borrow a world. Works for me
terminal handle (12:58:55 AM): I'm working on a faux-sociology piece.
terminal handle (12:59:03 AM): At least, I was.
Umbrafer (12:59:21 AM): It could. Others have certainly done as much
Umbrafer (12:59:32 AM): (Not necessarily for NNWM, though probably for it as well)
terminal handle (1:01:49 AM): Is it a contest?
terminal handle (1:01:54 AM): Unofficial goal?
Thematrian1 (1:02:29 AM): not exactly
Thematrian1 (1:02:38 AM): if you get your 50 thousand works, you're a winner
Thematrian1 (1:02:40 AM): if not, not
Thematrian1 (1:02:55 AM): no prize for being done fastest, or having the longest novel, or whatever
Thematrian1 (1:03:00 AM): s/works/words/g
terminal handle (1:03:03 AM): I like that.
terminal handle (1:03:05 AM): A lot.
terminal handle (1:03:20 AM): Perhaps next yea.
terminal handle (1:03:21 AM): r
Thematrian1 (1:03:39 AM): why not this year?
terminal handle (1:03:53 AM): I'm a poor student, and need to devote my time to my studies.
terminal handle (1:04:13 AM): Not stupid, just poor student. The difference is, unfortunately, glaringly obvious.
Thematrian1 (1:04:15 AM): and next year, sweet employment?
Thematrian1 (1:04:41 AM): oh. As opposed to being a student without money. Yes, I understand.
terminal handle (1:04:44 AM): I'm going to get my teaching credentials and be a spanish teacher, with aspirations of starting a high school Esperanto program.
Umbrafer (1:04:57 AM): There are no rules per se aside from "can't start writing until 12:00:00 11/01/**" and "must hit 50,000 words". Things like "your word can't be the word 'a' 50,000 times" are handled through your own feelings of satisfaction or lack
Umbrafer (1:04:59 AM): thereof.
terminal handle (1:05:16 AM): I'll have whole summers in which to just live, lounge, and create.
Thematrian1 (1:05:32 AM): sounds good, put that way
Umbrafer (1:05:46 AM): I toy with the idea of teaching.
Umbrafer (1:06:00 AM): There are so many places where it's desperately necessary.
terminal handle (1:06:10 AM): I was toying until I realized that it's the only field in which I'd not hate myself and my job on a daily basis.
Umbrafer (1:06:28 AM): But I can't help but consider that it's likely to be relatively unrewarding.
Umbrafer (1:06:37 AM): The more I go where I'd be needed, the less rewarding it'd be.
terminal handle (1:07:40 AM): I can sympathize, but have different reasons entirely.
Umbrafer (1:08:09 AM): *Nods*
terminal handle (1:08:33 AM): Did I mention I'm a deeply-rooted socialist? Not exactly conducive to working in business fields or personal gain.
Umbrafer (1:09:09 AM): I have strong socialist tendencies. They butt up against my strong totalitarian and strong anarchic tendencies regularly.
Umbrafer (1:09:17 AM): It's a party in here.
Thematrian1 (1:09:39 AM): I like to write programs. Only capitalists will pay for that, so here I am ;-)
Umbrafer (1:09:47 AM): Hehehe
terminal handle (1:10:01 AM): Anarchic I can see, but totalitarian? C'mon. We're talking about socialism. Commies are a whole different schtick.
Umbrafer (1:10:25 AM): These are three different tendencies at war with one another in my brain.
terminal handle (1:10:47 AM): Sucker. I've only got one and it's batshit insane. At least I know where I stand.
Umbrafer (1:10:54 AM): :)
terminal handle (1:11:59 AM): Jon, with our brains and people skills we could rule this stupid rock.
terminal handle (1:12:01 AM): Let's do it.
Umbrafer (1:12:23 AM): You speak to most of my tendencies with that one.
Umbrafer (1:13:02 AM): But yeah. There just seems to be such a lack of good grounding in what science really means in lower and middle school.
Umbrafer (1:13:16 AM): Lower school I can understand, sorta. Some kids get it, some just don't.
Umbrafer (1:13:19 AM): Once we get into middle…
terminal handle (1:14:09 AM): That's no problem for me. I'll not be qualified to teach anything but spanish. It's a good thing I freakin' love the language or I'd be screwed.
Umbrafer (1:14:28 AM): Hehehe
terminal handle (1:14:34 AM): Plus there's the whole torch-to-carry for esperanto.
Umbrafer (1:15:11 AM): Just do a better job than my old Spanish teacher did.
terminal handle (1:15:17 AM): That is guaranteed.
Umbrafer (1:15:19 AM): Seven years of Spanish, and nothing to show for it.
terminal handle (1:15:38 AM): I know exactly how I wish I'd learned the language, and shall teach to that end.
Umbrafer (1:15:44 AM): To be fair, five of those years were under someone who didn't know how to teach.
terminal handle (1:15:48 AM): Ouch.
Umbrafer (1:15:50 AM): She was a native speaker. She knew the language cold.
Umbrafer (1:16:03 AM): But that does not translate into knowledge of how to convey that to non-native speakers.
terminal handle (1:16:12 AM): That is the worst. To get the basics you need a non-native speaker.
terminal handle (1:16:20 AM): Need.
terminal handle (1:16:33 AM): Unless, of course, the native is teaching certified.
terminal handle (1:16:45 AM): But that's a whole other can of worms.
Thematrian1 (1:17:42 AM): ok, the burger shop is going to close if I wait too much longer; I have to go
terminal handle (1:17:51 AM): Do it. G'night!
Thematrian1 (1:17:59 AM): I'll see you both next Thursday, at the latest
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