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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Ok... so, one of the sisters is down...


A rather integral part of the play is MIA, so what are your thoughts, everyone? Do we continue and play "around" Maggie, wait for Altaira to return (hopefully), or just call this game sunk in the bay?

Posted on 2017-09-28 at 18:54:20.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: And the game has been advanced!


Make some decisions, Choombas. Post questions, etc.

Posted on 2017-09-25 at 21:38:52.
Edited on 2017-09-25 at 21:39:07 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure
Subject: Next?


Hightower's BBQ | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - March 8th, Day 2 (Saturday), 1:40 PM PST

Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)
Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

Turning away from the screen, Blossom rests her elbows on the desk behind her and rolls the lollipop in her mouth to the other side. "We'll know whether there's anything on these vids worth watchin' in a couple of minutes, tops. Meanwhile, who here wants to know whether these two lovebirds have kissed and made up?" Looking between Casino and Vegas, the small woman rolls the sucker around again. "Can't have two guns hatin' on each other supposed to be watching my pretty little backside."

Vegas looks up only momentarily to address the rest of the group by saying, "Fill in Casino with all the details that my friend needs to help us get the job done. I trust him with my life."

Looking over to Blossom, Casino stares at her‒not so much to intimidate her than to decide if he actual needed to answer her himself. Not being one to mince words he smiles.

"If that's all you're worried about then don't be." The large solo continues. "While we are involved in this run we will be there as needed, no personal drama. What happens after this run is none of your business."

Echo sits listening to everyone describe the happenings, adding details when asked or when she remembers. She tries to be patient waiting for her food. She tries to unobtrusively watch Casino (wasn't that his name?) to commit his face to memory, and smiles at the way he tells Blossom not to worry‒firm and no-nonsense, yet somewhat kind. She is so wrapped up in her thoughts, she is caught off-guard when the solo meets her eye, pausing in his speech briefly. When she realizes she is still smiling, he has already turned away and asks a question of everyone.

Turning back to the rest of the group he noticed‒Echo he thinks her name is‒smiling at him. Ignoring the look, he asks, "So, anyone got any idea's where to look next?"

Echo feels her face heat, and quickly looks down into her lap to hide her blush, pretending to fix something on her sleeve. She has no idea why that happened‒she hardly knows him. He does seem interesting and all, and she is genuinely glad a team member has not been seriously injured, but now is not the time for such things. Plus, she knows the cost of not paying attention and she will not let that happen again‒not by a longshot.

Finally, the food is served and they all fall upon their plates as if they hadn't eaten in months. With all the excitement of the firefights and infiltration of the school, it seems as though they have been on this job forever. She listens as Blossom reads all the intel she has found, trying to think of a way to use it to their advantage, but the bbq is really, really good and she is really, really hungry.

Blossom returns her attention to her agent and begins playing back the first of the earmarked timestamps. Over the course of a few minutes she reveals a video of a man of average build with thinning blond hair and sallow cheeks standing a few feet away from Jase. The man is clearly talking with the boy for a good couple of minutes before they part company. With no audio and from the angle of view it is impossible to even attempt to read lips, so Blossom moves on to the next vid. This snippet of video shows the boy without any obvious concern hanging out with some other children his age before entering the dorm room.

"That's odd," Blossom states. "There's no other facial recognition tags. Our boy, Jase, just vanishes‒unless his face isn't seen by the cameras after that. While the other video played, I ran some cross-checks on the staff at the school. That shaikujin, Jase was talking to in the first one is staff at the school." She hurriedly taps a couple of commands on her keyboard and then swipes away from the device towards the wall screen. A picture of the man appears overlaying the video. It definitely appears to be a staff photo.

"Doctor Phil Carey," the netrunner announces. "He teaches Corporate Law, and, he's been out sick since just after that video."

"Hey now," Echo thinks, "that's just what we needed, another lead. Excellent."

"So I guess he is our next trail we follow?" Casino asks.

"Sounds like it to me", Echo says. "It's way too much of a coincidence that he's conveniently out sick. Blossom, can you pull up an address for him? And maybe any other properties he may own or rent?"

Working his way through the barbeque sandwich, Fixer watches the timestamps flash on the screen. This is starting to go downhill in a bad way, between that damn ladder racking up injuries, he thinks he got off lucky just biting his tongue, and feels glad he isn't eating spaghetti, and relationships going sideways, and all the other wonderful news that has been thusly revealed.

"Doctor Phil Carey?" he thinks working on an onion ring "Corporate Law? This has to be some complex situation coming up, and the big bosses want us to tone it down? Good luck with that!

"So where has he taken a leave of absence from exactly?" the techie asks. "And where does he live? Not that I expect him to be home with the sniffles at this point."

"Hey Doll," Vegas chimes in addressing Blossom, "also see if you can find any info on his known associates?"

The BBQ is good and the sniper has not eaten in awhile. "This stuff is way better than the last place I ate." He listens to the others but has little input. They make the plans and he provides high cover. That suites him just fine.

"Well," The Asian rolls the sucker against her teeth with a click. "Let's see what I can find." She stares into the lenses of her sunglasses seeing the visual display of her optic splice while everyone else in the room focuses on their food or the video still on the wall.

School records have Dr. Carey's current address. That isn't a problem. Directing her avatar to seek online for additional information, the wardriver plugs in parameters that filter the search to public records of property ownership and rental agreements. No other residences, "He's got one address and that's where the school has him listed, so I'd say that's the best lead we got. Twenty-Four Fifty, West Park, that's a mallplex, about, here."

The video on the wall changes from Dr. Carey's sallow face to a public map of the city. West Park Mallplex is about fifteen minutes from the school, but down a few levels placing it in a less affluent neighborhood.

"So, I don't think that's Kansas, Toto," Blossom remarks while settling back in her chair and picking up a piece of processed pork to shove in her mouth at the same time as removing the diminishing lollipop. "I saw that place on a Vlog just a bit ago, I think. Some junked out hyperpsycho plowed himself and his input into the outside wall going, like, one-ten on a crotch-rocket. Took three ragdolls with ‘em who were camped off the street in a shopping cart motel. Brutal and messy.

"Good news is," glowing green lines appear on the map crisscrossing intersections and running off the screen. "That the Pub-Trans runs within walking distance. We could be there within," Blossom checks the time displayed on her private optic view, "...two hours. Give'r take."

(OOC: Time is 1:55 PM)


Posted on 2017-09-25 at 21:38:12.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Glad you're OK.


Life.

I've got enough posts now to at least continue the tale... we might not get really far, but we can move forward. Thank you.

Posted on 2017-09-25 at 16:16:56.

Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Sorry you're sick...


Has anyone heard from Altaira?

Posted on 2017-09-25 at 16:15:16.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: So...


I'm wondering if some of our players live in the hurricanes' wake? Any idea?

Posted on 2017-09-18 at 08:56:37.

Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: So...


I'm wondering if some of our players live in the hurricanes' wake? Any idea?

Posted on 2017-09-18 at 08:56:18.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Suuuuuuuuuure....


Gentleman. Right.

Posted on 2017-09-18 at 08:55:24.

Topic: A Grumpy Old Bear
Subject: .




Posted on 2017-09-18 at 08:54:44.

Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: I'm glad!


That's two of the number who have checked in.

Posted on 2017-09-14 at 12:17:52.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Welcome back Ody!


What about STDs, Roger? Just as dangerous as bullets.

Posted on 2017-09-14 at 12:17:13.

Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: I hope not too!


We haven't even gotten past the "Get to know your character" part!

Thanks for being intrusive!

Posted on 2017-09-13 at 18:32:16.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I was thinking the same thing...


That's all right, Puhn yo. We all get shot at eventually. (Wish I could say I was referring to RPGs only.)



Posted on 2017-09-13 at 18:31:25.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Looking and Listening


Day 1, Whitefall - Necessity, "The Slaughterhouse", 8:15 PM PT

"It's been somethin' of a day, Eagle," Wyatt answers after a moment's contemplation, "an' yer likely wantin' t' kick yer boots up an' have a good time fer a bit. I don't mind a game o' cards every now and again. What's the game?"

"5 Card Draw Poker. We keep it simple as we don't want to remember a lot of rules and we can still play if we ain't sober." Eagle replies

"Well," Wyatt pushes his hat back on his head and raises his brow. "If'n there's room at the table you can deal me in." Looking at his remaining crew, Wyatt gives the nod, releasing them into the wilds of the saloon.

Jeremiah and Wolf start talking about the fights and the two move off to another table as word passes around that Wolf might take on Bart. Wyatt isn't sure how he feels about the fight and determines to ponder the conflicting emotions churning inside while he plays a few hands. Sam turns down the offer of the game and Eagle-Eye offers up Jeremiah's seat to Wyatt after snatching the rancher's hat away from him, scooping his chips into it and then handing it back to the man. "There you go Captain. What can I get you for the bar?"

"Nothin', thanks." Softening his direct decline of a drink with a rare hint of a smile, he momentarily feels that pull towards the alcohol's warm embrace. Deliberately turning his intense gaze back to the others at the table he adds, "I'd prefer t' keep my wits about me as it's been a few since I last played even a half-serious game."

The game begins with a fair amount of chat going on across the table—these are men that know each other well. Wyatt plays a few hands and watches his potential client through the corner of his eye. Surprisingly, after a while, Potter picks up his drink and walks over to Sam. This'll be interestin'. he allows a momentary distraction from the pair of twos in his hand and leans back a bit in his chair to stretch out the tenseness in his shoulders. He trusts Sam, but he also knows that the pilot has a bit of a mouth on him. A conversation with Sam Dash can go any direction.

Straining his ears, Captain Sung attempts to discretely catch anything that is said at the bar.


Posted on 2017-09-13 at 11:01:05.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: We seem to be shy a couple of players...


Still looking for some additional posts...

Posted on 2017-09-13 at 10:51:47.

Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Missing a couple of players...


We seem to be missing a couple of players. Have we sunk?

Posted on 2017-09-13 at 10:49:55.

Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: Yes!


Someone found RL and fended it off a bit. Keep up the good work!

Posted on 2017-09-13 at 10:45:53.

Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: And I have accepted it...


If you go select the new Icon you'll fix this monstrosity.

Posted on 2017-09-12 at 18:20:54.

Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: Where is that scoundrel?


RL?

Posted on 2017-09-12 at 18:18:36.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I thought it was great!


I, too, will post soon.

Posted on 2017-09-07 at 20:20:01.

Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: I've reached out to Olan about that.


I used to have server access, but I don't anymore. I reached out to Olan to see if I could resize the image. We'll see.

Now, about the game....

Posted on 2017-09-07 at 20:12:10.

Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Any other posts pending...?


Or should I just move things along for those who have posted?

Posted on 2017-09-06 at 18:13:04.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: You are doing great!


Unless you collaborate with the other players (or myself where an NPC is concerned), you can write in (OOC: comment here, response here, etc....) for any conversations with other characters. You'll notice that I do make some minor adjustments here and there to make sure things flow, but most often you can safely assume certain answers from them and continue the conversation, posting that you'll make corrections as needed. Just don't write out what they do or say unless they give you permission.

I've updated the game, you squishy meatbags, you!

Posted on 2017-09-06 at 18:11:42.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure
Subject: Trouble in Paradise and Who Brought the Popcorn?


Hightower's BBQ | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - March 8th, Day 2 (Saturday), 1:00 PM PST

Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)
Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

As the others find a place within the cramped office space, Casino catches his partner's attention with a motion accompanying the big man's move back out of the room. Knowing what's pending, the dapper solo quietly turns on his heel and follows.

"OK, I'm pretty sure that you could all use some food," Casino addresses the rest of the team at the door. Signaling to the black girl at the counter he grows impatient as she gives the blond man a look that practically screams you aren't my boss. Exasperated, he looks towards Granger for support. The older man raises his eyebrows and turns to the young woman, giving her a nod of approval. Shaking her head, the girl snatches up a thin tablet computer and walks back towards the office.

"Don't be pretendin' that you're the boss around here," she says to the large solo. "You ain't, and I don't even know what you're doing here. So, don't be gettin' all up in my business."

"Look the menu over," Casino motions to the tablet she offers to Ghlahn and ignores her sass. "Give her your order and she'll bring it to you free of charge. Vegas a moment of your time, please."

Granger coughs to catch his "guest's" attention and inclines his head purposefully Casino's way. "I'm not running a charity, Keith."

Mumbling something under his breath, the owner turns back to his dough-making while the two teammates continue on their way. Making their way back to the sinks where the general noise of the dishwasher helps keep their conversation semi-confidential, Casino turns on Vegas.

"Let's get this out in the open between the two of us before we join the others. What you did in front of the club was complete bulls***. You got me shot and picked up by the cops and during my ‘stay' last night at Regional General Hospital I almost got killed by a bunch of dirtbags."

"Read about it in today's late edition," the wounded man adds acerbically. "But read me loud and clear on this Vegas, you pull another arrogant asshole play like that—putting us all at risk for your ego—you do it on your own. I will not be there to back you up."

Toning his voice and anger down he looks Vegas right in the eyes, placing his hand on the dapper solo‘s shoulder.

"Look my friend, we have a run to finish and I'll be there from this point all the way, you know that. The rest may not know it, but you do—that I won't leave you or any of this group hanging. Just be smarter, OK? Don't let your ego and confidence get us in a bad spot again, that's all I ask."

Vegas merely nods as Casino vents his frustrations, along with his allegiance to getting the job done. When Casino finishes venting, the Dapper Solo merely replies, "Our partnership is done!"

As the Frank Sinatra look-alike makes his way to the office door, he offers his former partner a brief explanation, without a bit of concern as to the Big Solo's reaction: "I am done with this business! I got your back and you got mine! That is fine with me!"

Vegas strides towards the door and away from his ex-partner.

"Ok," the muscular giant says in heated response to the man's back. "Let's get back to the others."

---------------------------------

Ghlahn looks at the waitress with a flat stare. "BBQ suits me fine. Whatever you have, I'll have two of them." It has been awhile since his last meal. Finding a table where he can eat and keep watch in the confines of this little room is impossible, so he settles for a place by the door that affords him a view of the kitchen and the counter beyond. "Anyone else want BBQ? Or want to fill me in on what took so long in the school. Got a bit dicey there for a second with those sec-teams."

Studiously not looking at the red-head's face as he speaks up, the clerk punches a couple of items into the pad and then offers it over to Fixer.

Glancing at the menu he says, "I'll take double meat and cheese burger with whatever you can cram between the bun, onion rings and a chocolate shake."

"Uh, look here, sugar," the girl juts her hip out to the left and shakes her head in exasperation. "You got choices like pulled pork, spam, brisket, turkey, and chicken, but we gots no burgers. Chocolate shake? Please. What do you think this is? McDonald's?

"I'll bring you a pulled pork sandwich, some chips, and a Coke, and you'll say thank you when you get it." Holding the tablet up, she stares wide-eyed at the others. "Anyone actually wanna look at this thing, or what?"

Perhaps a little chastised, Fixer looks over at Ghlahn and says, "Might as well wait for the solo brothers to finish their little spat before we get into it; unless you want to hear it all twice."

Echo reaches out and takes the menu, adding her order to the list. "I'll have a double pulled pork sandwich with everything on it, a basket of fries with cheese, and a Coke," she says while looking the digital offering over. Punching in her desired meal she settles into the only other chair besides the one at the desk in the room. Sitting across from Ghlahn—happy to be sitting finally—and rubbing her injured knee under the table she holds the pad up for the next team member to take. Still feeling embarrassed by her fall, she has no desire for anyone to mention her injuries or her slip, so she covertly checks them herself, seeing what range of motion she has in her wrist as well while waiting for Vegas and Casino to have their chat, and for their food to arrive. She is ravenous and grateful to discover that her injuries are marginal at best!

"Give me the best thing you have and a water," Says Bloodbank, being hungry from all the events. "Been one heck of a day. What are we going to do next?" Thinking back on the events and being thankful things went smoothly apart from the minor bumps and encounters. Thinking of how things could have gone differently, but being thankful they worked together well; knowing that some of the others may be somewhat injured, Bloodbank doesn't make mention of it assuming if the injury is bad enough, they would speak up. "I'm gonna kick back for a moment and rest while we wait on the food."

Entering the office, the dapper solo finds himself a space in the corner of the room where he can check, clean, and reload his weapons. The look on his face is stone but not enough to hide the fact that whatever conversation the two had just held did not go well.

"First," Casino strolls in, "let me apologize for my absence. I ran into a bullet and needed to get attention for it. However I'm as good to go as I'm going to be, so please fill me in on what, if anything, did you all find out?"

"Can I borrow his wall screen?" Blossom asks Casino, not waiting for a greeting or any other pleasantries. Seeking permission also appears to be rhetoric as she immediately calls up her keyboard from the bracer on her wrist and types furiously. Seconds later, the screen flickers and the map is replaced by video footage from the school's security cameras.

Everyone's orders in as much as they are going to be, the clerk makes an audible sigh and takes the menu in hand. "You all need to pull yourselves together. Ain't no one paying attention to no one else. Crazy like my Aunt Selia." Exiting the room she leaves the edgerunners to their business.

"While you were out playing cops and robbers at the hospital—" Blossom glances at the disgruntled, injured man. "—Oh, I saw the television on the way in, Anyway, we got our hands on a few hours of surveillance video.

"I've got a search running right now to find an app that will scour through it so we don't have to waste the time, but this is it. This is all we got for the time being. Jiggy, right?" Turning her attention back to the wall, the Asian mutters, "I've already sent word to Starlight about what we're doing. P to the S. She isn't exactly happy with the way things are going. She said to tell you lot that we better clean this up quick to make Saint Nick happy. The jolly elf has heard about what went down at the school and is threatening to pull in another team. From what I gather, Starlight did her thing and we're still in, but remember that whole low profile thing? She seems to think that closing the contracts on a few hosho kaisha isn't exactly that. She says, where is that?" eyes flick about behind her sunglasses. "Oh, yes. If we want to continue doing what we do, we better do what we do a little less loudly."

Raising her thin eyebrows and brushing her platinum hair out of her face, the wardriver declares, "Ah! Got it. Now, I'll plug this picture in,"

Mental commands combine with the wrist keyboard to generate the instructions for her AI and a few seconds later the video on the wall starts to play at too rapid a pace for the naked eye to discern.

Turning away from the screen, Blossom rests her elbows on the desk behind her and rolls the lollipop in her mouth to the other side. "We'll know whether there's anything on these vids worth watchin' in a couple of minutes, tops. Meanwhile, who here wants to know whether these two lovebirds have kissed and made up?" Looking between Casino and Vegas, the small woman rolls the sucker around again. "Can't have two guns hatin' on each other supposed to be watching my pretty little backside."

Vegas looks up only momentarily to address the rest of the group by saying, "Fill in Casino with all the details that my friend needs to help us get the job done. I trust him with my life."

(OOC: Feel free to add whatever you'd like,)

Storytelling isn't anyone's particular forte and the information about what occurred on their run is spilled before everyone's orders are served. Any questions about what befell Casino are asked and answered while the food is consumed. There's no doubt that the meat is vat-grown, but it beats kibble and that beats going hungry, so there's no complaints. By the time the meals are finished, Blossom's app has returned its results.

Playing back the first of the earmarked timestamps reveals a man of average build with thinning blond hair and sallow cheeks standing a few feet away from Jase, talking with the boy for a good couple of minutes before they part company. The angle of the camera is wrong for lip-reading and there's no audio included.

The next snippet of video shows the boy without any obvious concern hanging out with some other children his age before entering the dorm room.

"That's odd," Blossom states. "There's no other facial recognition tags. Our boy, Jase, just vanishes unless his face isn't seen by the cameras after that.

"While the other video played, I ran some cross-checks on the staff at the school. That shaikujin, Jase was talking to in the first one is staff at the school."

She hurriedly taps a couple of commands on her keyboard and then swipes away from the device towards the wall screen. A picture of the man appears overlaying the video.

"Doctor Phil Carey," she announces. "He teaches Corporate Law, and, he's been out sick since just after that video."

(OOC: Time is 1:40 PM)

Posted on 2017-09-06 at 18:09:08.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: It's all good.


All of the characters are now in Hightower's BBQ. The back office to be exact. Crammed in there like sardines.

My continuation to the game did not happen today as I'd hoped. So, you have another evening to get a post in if you are so inclined.

Posted on 2017-09-05 at 18:41:08.
Edited on 2017-09-05 at 18:42:39 by Bromern Sal

 


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