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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure
Subject: He don't believe you none.
Night City Regional General Hospital, Emergency Room | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 2:53 AM 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)
Before Casino can reply the nurse stammers, "I can't. I can't tell you where Mr. Akagi is. They'll kill me."
Ignoring the nurse and the green dot on his chest, Casino calmly looks into the leader's masked face for a moment saying nothing, then slowly looking at 1, he smiles.
"Really?" Moving his gaze back to the leader's, Casino raises his voice just enough to let the whole ER hear him. "You look like a very smart man and we both know you can easily kill me, the nurse, and everyone in here—even your own people. Arasaka is looking for me—not me specifically, but to retrieve the info I hold. Also, by now, it's very possible (due to the firefight) Miltech may know one of their top exec's was at a seedy bar in a low class part of town and wonder why. Only a matter of time before they, too, may be looking to ‘retrieve' me. You kill me and both corp's will at some point start looking for you and your group. One, because you killed their cash cow, the other, because you killed the only guy who knows the location of their stolen tech."
Pausing to let his words sink in the big solo continues, "I don't care about your cause, I don't care about the nurse, and I don't care if you kill everyone in here. Not a damn thing I can do to stop it. But you kill me and your life—" Casino increases his volume, "—everyone of your group's lives—are over." Casino could only hope if the guy before him did fire, that his jacket and dermal plating would save him from death or a serious wound.
Leader sniffs and rolls his shoulders back, his combat masked face—matte black with a cyclops style ocular setup—a menacing, expressionless wall. "Here I was being all nice and you gotta go get snotty with me. I free you from the custody of the Man and do I get even a thank you?"
"Nope," 1 answers him flatly.
"That's right," Leader continues sounding genuinely hurt. "Instead, I get, this." He motions dramatically at the broad shouldered gunman before him.
"Just shoot him," 1 presses. "We don't got time for this."
"You know," Leader rolls his head and audible cracking sounds emerge from his neck. "You're right. We don't have time for this.
"Pick that iron up, Mr. Metalhead. Get the information from the nurse and continue to take this opportunity to not have more holes put through your body. I let you press your play and ramble on about Arasaka and Militech because it made you feel better. Guess what? I didn't believe it for a second. So, do yourself a favor and drop it. Last chance to save your skin, Mr. Metalhead. What. Do. You. Say?"
Posted on 2017-03-10 at 12:06:37.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure
Subject: More for Casino
Night City Regional General Hospital, Emergency Room | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 2:53 AM 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)
"So," Leader begins conversationally, "that hole in your arm; how'd you get that, and more importantly, is it going to cause us any problems?" Perhaps he had just seen it up close, or perhaps it had just occurred to him to ask, but as 3 and 4 signalled that the hallway beyond the door is clear, that's the topic he's intent on discussing.
Turning to look at the leader Casino saw a possible way to maybe escape this whole incident intact and rejoin with Fixer, Vegas and the rest and continue with the real run.
"Wrong place wrong time. I'm in the middle of a run for Arasaka against Miltech seems the weapons corp's got some type of new weapon project and I was hired to get it. Could bring in billions in cash for whomever gets it to the military and security market and on the streets first. I ‘d just got the info from my inside man at Miltech and was leaving a bar where I met him when I got caught in a shootout. Seems like some arrogant shaster got freaky with a gangers girlfriend and the ganger, of course, got pissed and decided to ice him. Just so happened I was leaving at the same time as him and got caught in the crossfire.
"I was lucky though I managed to get a com out to my Asasaka contact that I had the info and he told me they'd be sending a sec squad and med unit to retrieve it and me. However, cops showed up before they did and here I am with billions of dollars on a hidden data disk sitting in the trunk of those asshole cops in a bio lock box. But it's all good I know Arasaka is still looking, and knowing I've got this wound, will be looking at hospitals to retrieve me." Looking the leader straight in the eye, Casino's gaze is cold as ice. "Hope that does not cause a problem for you as they really want that info and I'm the only one with the passcode to access that data."
"Arasaka and Militech, huh?" Leader remarks coolly after a moment of silence. "Some big fish you're playing with, Mr. Metalhead."
"He's more trouble than he's worth," 1 states in a hard tone from where she stood nearby. "If his story holds up we could be seeing some really hot sh*t come our way any moment now."
"True," Leader responds. "Then again, it could play into the whole gig rather nicely." He shrugs and motions Casino onward. "I've made up my mind. The more the merrier! Carry on, Mr. Metalhead."
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"Well," Leader exclaimed, "Lookie here, Mr. Metalhead! We've got an altruist."
Altruist or not, the nurse standing nervously under the scrutiny and threat of terrorists is about five foot nine inches, perhaps one hundred and eighty pounds of defiant Polynesian woman. Long black hair is pulled away from her round face and though her bottom lip trembles she holds her head high.
"Nurse Altruist, why? Are? You? Still? Here?" Leader makes sure that Casino is in front of him as he steps to the side and spreads his arms wide while sauntering towards the station. "You had a chance to bail like all the other degree-ridden, self-important, worth more than the sick they treat big paychecks that you work with. Why in the world would you not take that path?"
"I--I--uh," stutters the woman, her large brown eyes trying to keep 1's weapon in sight while not leaving the rolling saunter of Leader.
"I am generally interested in knowing." Leader leans forward with emphasis and smacks his chest with his left hand while turning his masked face towards Casino. "Aren't you curious, Mr. Metalhead? Spit. It. Out, Nurse Altruist."
Looking Leader square in the eye once again and without any acting, Casino is brutally honest. "No. I'm not."
"I took an oath," the woman forces out while tilting her head back a little more. "Can't leave my patients."
Leader stops his forward movement and stands in statuesque respect. "Well, damn," he sounds genuinely awed. "It's people like this that make my job more difficult."
"Time," 1 warns from where she is standing guard.
"Right. Time." Shaking off his impressed stance, leader pushes Casino forward and says, "Nurse Altruist, you've saved me some time just by being here. Now, Mr. Metalhead, here, needs you to show us which of these curtained suites contains a Mr. Thomas Akagi. Mr. Metalhead, you need that information, right?"
Casino casts a dark look towards Leader, then turns his gaze to the nurse. The leather clad solo hopes his BS about the Arasaka/Miltech run has sunk in. Walking forward, the large blonde man places Rigg's pistol on the counter. Leaving it there, Casino walks up to the skittish nurse.
"Look," he reasons, "make it easy. Just tell him what he wants to know. Think about it. Is this Akagi guy that important to you to die for? I don't know this guy and I'm not part of this group but I'm pretty sure he'll kill you if you don't give him the info he wants."
"Not part of this group?" Leader scoffs. "I thought we were BFFs, Mr. Metalhead." Nurse Altruist looks sideways at the rough gunman standing next to her and visibly swallows.
With his little speech done, the big solo makes to move to Leader's other side and even further away from Rigg's pistol. If the leader thought he was going to do his dirty work and kill the nurse he was dead wrong and Casino would go down fighting to prevent that. He did not care if the nurse died he was just not going to be the one to kill her.
"Uh," Leader points his weapon directly at Casino's chest, the green laser dot dancing around on the leather of the trenchcoat. "You forgot your weapon, Mr. Metalhead. That was a gift from me to you and I'm liable to be offended if you leave it lying around."
Before Casino can reply the nurse stammers, "I can't. I can't tell you where Mr. Akagi is. They'll kill me."
Posted on 2017-03-08 at 10:46:00.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Sure.
Works great! You could also just use the in-app function to email me the results in the future. [email protected]
This works though.
Thanks for the post, Keeper. Tann, I've continued Casino's story. You're up.
Posted on 2017-03-08 at 10:27:48.
Edited on 2017-03-08 at 10:46:33 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Supernatural Q&A thread
Subject: Hey!
BOOOOO!
Posted on 2017-03-07 at 15:31:52.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: The ship is so quiet...
I can hear echoes in every hall...
Posted on 2017-03-07 at 15:29:59.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Nice post, Tann...
Do you want me to make the two rolls you need or would you like to use the RDINN dice roller and have it send me the roll results?
Persuasion & Fast-Talking twice.
Posted on 2017-03-07 at 15:28:45.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: So sorry you were sick!
That's no fun. Check your PM Aletheia. I sent you some info.
As we've no posts, I won't be posting today.
Posted on 2017-03-06 at 09:20:34.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Megacorps
Mentioning involvement from any megacorp can lead to concern by anyone who's got a brain, but the biggest, most well-known of these megacorps are: These. Keep in mind that Arasaka kind of blew themselves up according to the 20X0 timeline turning Night City into molten slag and making way for the current version of the nano-built city.
"And what of the Megacorps? Many are now bankrupt, still more shattered by assassination, war and their own treacherous agendas, the Megacorps have struggled to find survival and purpose in a world no longer their own. Seeking
to regain their lost power, they have become the NeoCorps—masters of subversion and treachery, always looking for the fatal weakness that will bring down the new order."
That's from the book, but for the sake of this game, the Neo and Mega are basically the same thing.
Posted on 2017-03-02 at 10:29:04.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Great question!
The individual who runs the game is T_Catt. His cohort is Eol. Reach out to either one of those guys and you're in the best hands.
Posted on 2017-03-02 at 10:21:59.
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Topic: Supernatural Q&A thread
Subject: Investigation is fun!
Awesome sauce. Carry on my wayward son.
Posted on 2017-03-01 at 15:02:48.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Scary!
My wife has some chronic illnesses and I don't wish them on anyone.
Posted on 2017-03-01 at 15:01:59.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Fair enough.
Tann: Corporations
Hammer, I think what everyone is looking for (myself included) from the natural born leader is a plan on how to approach the admin building, what to do with the security cameras you're bound to have watching the grounds, and the patrol of guards that Fixer will report which have been seen once in almost 10-minutes. Of course, everyone's opinion matters so if one of the other players has some ideas, please speak up.
Posted on 2017-03-01 at 15:01:04.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Scare you!?
I was so doped up when I read your comments, I thought you knew something about me I didn't.
Posted on 2017-02-27 at 13:21:46.
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Topic: Supernatural Q&A thread
Subject: I've posted.
So, with any investigation oriented game, there's going to be a lot of questions and follow-up. I'm just letting you know that I'm not an action junky and full on expect the character questioning and clue finding to continue.
Posted on 2017-02-27 at 13:19:16.
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Topic: Hunter the Vigil, A supernatural Game
Subject: Making a play...
The Owl, a Local Pub in Markham a Suburb in Toronto, Canada. Thursday, August 28th, 2016.
"But, Norman," turning so that he can rest his elbows on the bartop, he draws the beer to his lips and takes a quick swig. "You said there was this Man in White and then you start referring to ‘They' like there's a group of them. There more than one, man?"
"I, I don't know. There has to be more than one of them. There's no way one of, those things could be spreading this much mayhem. I, I haven't seen more of them though, Just the one." His shoulders drop slightly.
"I see." Resolving another swig, Colum studies a particularly fine-looking waitress bussing a table. "And why do you suppose the crowd up there wasn't exactly eager to discuss this fellow—this country gent walking around in a white suit?"
"They're afraid! Afraid of seeing the truth. The devil sits on their doorstep and they refuse to do anything about it! Call me crazy, They're the crazy ones for not seeing! His breathing starts getting heavy as he says this very heatedly in a low voice.
"Not very neighborly, if you ask me." Grinning, the biker glances at his conversation companion and jokes, "I thought all you Canadians were supposed to be fine apologetic people."
He pauses and then lets out a soft chuckle. "Well.. We were better than this but.. This whole thing has got us scared. If you stick around, I can show you some of our canadian hospitality" A very toothy grin.
Downing the remainder of his original beer, the biker turns just enough to set the bottle on the scarred wood surface of the bar and pick up the new bottle that Misty had dropped off. "Where've you seen this Man in White devil, Norman? I want to steer clear of trouble and if the Devil's in town I can assure you that I don't want to meet him."
"Well... They say he is all around town. Strip clubs, casinos, bars, schools. I've heard of sightings everywhere! But some of those came from kids so I don't know how trustworthy they are."
"I appreciate it," hoisting the beer, the biker offers a salute before taking a swig. "Anything else you think I should know about? Just rolled into town and was thinking of sticking around for a bit, maybe pick up an odd job or two, ya know?"
He pauses for a moment and then says "well you picked a bad time to roll into town then. I might be able to scrounge up a place for you if you're looking for a cheap place to stay. I'm in construction.. I might be a bit old but I sure as hell can still help out!
"You've been a scholar and a gentleman, Norman," Colum sincerely offers while skipping over imposing upon the old man's hospitality. "You gonna be all right? Can I escort ya home, call you a cab, anything?"
Norm gives Colum a very happy grin and says "I think I'm gonna be fine. Thank you so much for listening to me. I feel better knowing that you're around."
"Well, I don't know about that, but it's been a pleasure. You want to know what's going on in a place, I say you talk with the folks who've been around for a while." The information that the old codger had provided is not very helpful but there's no use in pressing the fellow further. The problem with most cases, Colum has discovered, is that they are usually slow to get into. Details are difficult to come up with and witnesses who have seen the supernatural are reluctant to talk lest they be treated like old Norman here. There's also the fine balance of knowing what to ask and when or being defined as a crazed outsider and shunned outright (or run out of town). Norman has served his purpose for now. Perhaps Colum would return to him as a source, but for the time being it would appear that the Man in White was the point of focus. What he is as yet undefined though his purpose does seem to resonate around locations where sin is taking place, or sinful behavior is likely taking place. Frankly, it mention of the Man in White hadn't happened, Colum might have dismissed this whole neighborhood meeting as a preacher's work to draw the People together. But now, now the biker has something that intrigues him, something to hunt.
Lifting the beer to his lips once more, the rough man drains it and allows the warmth of the low alcohol content to course through his chest before opening his eyes and nodding to the bar tender his thanks. Leaving the bottle on the bar, he gives the old man a friendly pat on the shoulder and turns to make his way up the stairs once more. The traffic exiting the rooftop meeting place is practically non-existent so he surmises the meeting must still be underway. In his estimation, the next place to continue the investigation is to get to know the victims. What did they all have in common? What linked them to this Man in White? Who better to start with than their confessor, the preacher running the show?
Climbing to the open air space once more, McRath eyes the occupants of the space while attempting to glean something from the nearby conversations and determining his next move. Being a transient with no ties to the community doesn't engratiate him to the local pastoral leadership and having been caught just arriving in town didn't provide him with much in the way of options as far as alternate identities to pull from. Most of the fake IDs he'd ever worked with are burned anyhow, but he would have liked a couple of options.
Ambling through the gathered masses he picks up a drink and some finger food from the table and finds himself close to Pastor Prowler. Time to settle on his new identity.
"Evening, Pastor," Colum rumbles in his deep voice. "Just arrived in town, working the circuit as a Biker Club Pastor and documenting possible churches around the northern hemisphere where bikers such as myself who love to travel would be welcome in their worship. Name's Ephraim O'Malley, out of Chicago. I heard what was said and am wondering if this is something I should warn my fellow sons and daughters of the Lord away from. Partly, it seems as though these incidents are a little shocking, but no less surprising than those found in any community where people have secrets. I mean," Colum affects a cavernous chuckle to soften what he says next, "with my kind of people, drinking, womanizing, etc. well, it kind of comes with the territory. What am I missing here? If you don't mind me asking, one man of the cloth to another."
Posted on 2017-02-27 at 13:18:10.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Thank you all!
I appreciate the thought, Aletheia. I'm much improved.
I've posted the game continuation.
Tann, as usual, if you've got any questions feel free to ask, but the long and short of it is that Leader has put you in charge of getting the information from the Nurse Altruist.
Aletheia, Echo has just revealed a key part of her past. This could raise questions, put Echo in a position of providing insight into Private School life, if you've any concerns about fleshing out Echo's experiences let me know. I can't guarantee that her experiences will be the same as what these kids are getting, so I'm not too worried. Everyone else in that group, keep in mind that a plan for getting to the admin building has still not been solidified (though I can appreciate you trying to pass the responsibility off to the NPC. Smooth...).
In this technology driven world, keep in mind that what Blossom said about the camera system is variable. If it is a secured local network, she needs to wardrive which means gaining physical access to a part of the physical network before she can attempt to overcome its software and firmware security and controls. If it is wifi like the door company then she has a chance if she is within ten meters or so of the signal. Either way, you're still talking about a lot of ground to cover under the eye of the camera.
I look forward to everyone's next series of posts as you resolve conversations and plan. Please remember that you can make more than one post to respond to other people's characters, etc.
Posted on 2017-02-27 at 12:50:49.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure
Subject: Hello, Nurse! | An interview with Katie Couric?
Night City Regional General Hospital, Emergency Room | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 2:50 AM 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)
"Mr. Metalhead," the leader directs his attention towards Casino once again. "Pick up Officer Pirate's handgun by the barrel and pop the clip. Empty the rounds into your left hand and set them on the chair in front of you. That'll leave one round in the chamber. You can put the clip back in and that'll be your weapon for the time being. We're going on a little walk, you and I, and I think you might need to shoot something."
The leader of the incursion group calmly motions Casino ahead of him towards the nurse's station that had been breached moments before. He has to be aware of the gathered police just outside the emergency room but proceeds as though he has no concern for them.
"You've one bullet," the man begins explaining to the large, leather trench coat wearing gunman he'd just acquired. "and we may encounter some objectors along the way." Passing through the blasted door Casino takes quick note of the contents of the room.
The strange shape of the small chamber is built for utility purposes, not to provide comfort. A flat-screen display sits over the bulletproof window looking out into the waiting room. It's easy to tell that the nursing bots are monitored there as the screen is partitioned into readouts indicating drug dispenser levels, battery charge, a constant recording of the voices in the room, the DNA of patients treated, various prediagnosis of said patients, and the overall maintenance analytics for the robot.
The desk at the window is pretty clear except that there's a single white coffee mug sitting in a lonesome over watch of the touchscreen computers used by the nurses for scheduling, handling registration, and communications. A 3D printer sits near the far exit, used for quick casting situations and other conditions by which the nurses could save doctors a lot of time in dealing with themselves. Stacks of boxed raw 3D plastic material are stored next to the printer. A trash compactor and physical document shredder is in the other space near the exit, but aside from a couple of chairs (one of which is overturned) there's nothing that presents itself as useful.
"I'd suggest using it judiciously," the masked man continues, motioning Casino on through the exit where a couple of Soil Liberation soldiers are standing at ready. "Whoa knows?" He declares cheerfully. "Maybe hospital security isn't as organized as we think and the police, well, we all know how underfunded they are. So, maybe this will be like a walk in the proverbial park."
Keeping track of these SLG soldiers is difficult as they are similarly dressed and outfitted. Casino is forced to resort to assigning numbers. SLG Leader, SLG 1 (that's the dangerous-looking woman who doesn't really trust him), SLG 2 is the fellow who is now flanking Casino on the right. SLG 3 will be the fellow on the right of the nurse's station exit while SLG 4 is on the left. The others will get their's in turn, but for now Leader, 1, 2, 3, and 4 are intent on accompanying the blond gunman on this new leg of the journey.
"So," Leader begins conversationally, "that hole in your arm; how'd you get that, and more importantly, is it going to cause us any problems?" Perhaps he had just seen it up close, or perhaps it had just occurred to him to ask, but as 3 and 4 signalled that the hallway beyond the door is clear, that's the topic he's intent on discussing.
(OOC: Casino's answer. Will play any additional conversation as needed.)
Curtained rooms line the hall to either side of the corridor Casino now finds himself in. The gray-blue curtains are all drawn probably in the hopes that if the terrorists did get through the nurse's area, they'd ignore the patients there. For the most part, the mysterious ‘they' were right.
3 and 4 briefly checked each partitioned room by sticking the barrels of their weapons in each side of the curtain spreading it from the wall and peering through the new holes with their ghastly black masks. This, of course, illicit various whimpers and screams from the occupants as well as quick prayers and hurried pleadings for mercy. But the numbers aren't interested in those occupants. They didn't stop the group's progression in the hall.
Eventually the hall opens into the main E.R. floor. Wide open, surrounded by additional curtained rooms with a central nursing station--empty of personnel except for one nurse.
While 2, 3, and 4 kept their weapons covering the rest of the curtained rooms and the two large doors that exit deeper into the hospital while 1 immediately moved her weapon onto the nurse.
"Well," Leader exclaimed, "Lookie here, Mr. Metalhead! We've got an altruist."
Altruist or not, the nurse standing nervously under the scrutiny and threat of terrorists is about five foot nine inches, perhaps one hundred and eighty pounds of defiant Polynesian woman. Long black hair is pulled away from her round face and though her bottom lip trembles she holds her head high.
"Nurse Altruist, why? Are? You? Still? Here?" Leader makes sure that Casino is in front of him as he steps to the side and spreads his arms wide while sauntering towards the station. "You had a chance to bail like all the other degree-ridden, self-important, worth more than the sick they treat big paychecks that you work with. Why in the world would you not take that path?"
"I--I--uh," stutters the woman, her large brown eyes trying to keep 1's weapon in sight while not leaving the rolling saunter of Leader.
"I am generally interested in knowing." Leader leans forward with emphasis and smacks his chest with his left hand while turning his masked face towards Casino. "Aren't you curious, Mr. Metalhead? Spit. It. Out, Nurse Altruist."
"I took an oath," the woman forces out while tilting her head back a little more. "Can't leave my patients."
Leader stops his forward movement and stands in statuesque respect. "Well, damn," he sounds genuinely awed. "It's people like this that make my job more difficult."
"Time," 1 warns from where she is standing guard.
"Right. Time." Shaking off his impressed stance, leader pushes Casino forward and says, "Nurse Altruist, you've saved me some time just by being here. Now, Mr. Metalhead, here, needs you to show us which of these curtained suites contains a Mr. Thomas Akagi. Mr. Metalhead, you need that information, right?"
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West 43875 St. 52 High -- Sewage/Runoff Drainage System | Night City Integrate | High City | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 3:45 AM 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)
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"So," the little Asian woman looks up at the others with a smile and water studded, heart-shaped sunglasses. "What's the plan?"
Ghlahn's new position keeps him out of the conversation, but his feelings about being underground are center stage. Cramped, confined, with two direct paths of engagement and two paths for retreat. Of course, the two paths of retreat are also the two possible paths for engagement. Setting up at a water flow control station the group had passed shortly before, the sniper can use the automated motors as a bit of cover that will hopefully also give a bit of disruption to any sighting patterns trying to pick him out in the dark.
"Your call, Blossom," Vegas responds to the netrunner's question.
"Why don't we just sneak past?" Bloodbank inserts. "I mean, it can't be too weird to have people on a school's campus if we get spotted, right? We can just say we're interested in sending someone here or something like that."
He nervously touches the hilt of his gun as he thinks about potential alternatives or if this goes wrong. Steeling his nerves, he adds, "Either way, I got your guys' backs. Whatever you guys decide to do, you can count on me."
Echo thinks for a moment and then adds her input, "It's still early, so we could just sneak across to the admin building, hopefully while folks are still sleeping. Most of the kids I went to school with couldn't wait to snooze in on the weekend. Only thing is," she turns to Blossom, "Can you knock out the roving eyes to cover our way there? Or at least erase it after?"
Pink, heart-shaped sunglasses regard the group with flat black glaze as the wardriver looks from each person to person as the questions are presented. Rolling the sucker around in her pert little mouth the Asian woman considers what's been put in front of her and how best to respond. Vegas, the just-add-water leader of the group has suddenly delegated the decision-making in this tactical position to her. Is he feeling doubt about his own abilities? Does he not feel that he has enough information to make an informed decision? Is he a poser who has thus far been running a con on the whole group? Being handed a crucial tactical decision in the midst of their run sets off all kinds of alarms in the young woman's head, the least of which was not whether the dapper solo was setting her up. After all, how much could she trust these people she barely knew. Come to think on it, how well could she make the appropriate decisions when not a single one of them had really come clean as to their skillset, available equipment, and resumes? Blossom isn't fresh blood on the streets and there's always a first time for a group working together, but usually there are a couple of people working triangles of association within the group that holds steady enough for edgerunners to work together. So far, that had been Vegas and Casino and look at how steady they had turned out to be!
Fixer's torch breaks through another of the steel bars and it falls with a dull thunk-splash to the water below followed up by an immediate hiss of protest. A quick mental command temporarily extinguishes the cutting torch emitting from his bracer and in the darkness the techie quietly surveys the compound before him. Left to right, then back again, searching for signs that they had been discovered. As his eyes trolled to the left once more he was drawn like a moth to the flame to bobbing beams of light rounding the gym building. Instinctively wanting to duck down, heart racing, the technician has to fight to remain still and observe.
A patrol of two guards with a dog makes the corner and turns right on the edge of the building practically hugging the wall. The flashlights are panned over the open ground between the gymnasium and the runoff drain, but it is a cursory passing as though he guards are neither concerned or overly determined to make their way out into the inclemental weather for further investigation. Breathing noisily through his filtration mask, Fixer makes a conscious effort to quiet his inhale before realizing that the effort was fruitless. Even if these sardines were outfitted with listening equipment the distance and ambient noises that would have to be filtered through to recognize his breathing for what it is would take a nuclear sub sonar specialist with highly tuned hearing and cybernetic implants. Men in security positions where the reason for security is low tend to be a little lax in their approach to begin with. Add in bad weather and the late hour as well as a tolerable dependence on technology and Fixer is counting on the sec-group to be downright lazy. He's not disappointed. The patrol continues their route along the contour of the building, cutting across the open space between the gym and the classrooms and then moving along that building to continue their route.
"This is way out of my element, choombattas," Blossom finally replies with a shake of her head and a tumble of her platinum blond hair about the faux fur lining her leather coat's collar. "I provide information, like intel and such, to people who make the hard decisions. In this case, that's you gun-touting, hairy gorilla-types. Or, maybe you, sweetcheeks," she offers to Echo, "and the information I have for you is that our best bet is to hit the admin building where I can hopefully wardrive their servers and get as much information as I can there.
"As far as the security system monitoring the grounds that Echo is asking about, well, that depends on whether it is a secure local network or a wireless network. Given a couple of hours, I might be able to program a little augmented algorithm to the Cloak program that would allow me to send a mindcore towards the camera and hide our progression from view. But, that'd take a couple of hours minimum.
"However, I do believe that we have an advantage just revealed that we hadn't previously been aware of," Blossom tilts her head coyly to the side and pulls her lollipop from her mouth with a sound of a bubble bursting to point it at Echo's corset. "Did you say, ‘Most of the kids you went to school with,,' chica? This whole time I've been thinking you're Street and you're Private School?"
With the guards having moved beyond where a cursory turn of their heads might catch the light from his torch, Fixer begins working on the third bar.
Posted on 2017-02-27 at 12:44:07.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: An evening on the town...
Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42137.6)
USS Peregrine; Deck 2 - Officer's Quarters (Ensign Maize's Quarters) - 18:27
Shoulder length blonde hair mussed and tangled from a rough towel treatment after a quick sonic shower and wrapped in a simple Starfleet issued bathrobe, Dalia settles on her neatly made bed with a PADD in hand. Dinner can wait until after she takes care of some personal things, things that the duties taking up her time during Alpha shift shunt to the side out of necessity.
First priority is personal communication and that means the excitement of news from home. The video recordings are fun and lift her spirits as they usually do, and even more exciting is the holodeck program included of her adopted mother's birthday celebration. Dalia quickly schedules time in the holodeck before turning to her replies. She leaves the majority of the details concerning her duties out, sharing mostly her thoughts on her new superior officer, the situation surrounding Lauren, and some speculation on the strange transfers. Nothing that would overly concern her family but life aboard the Peregrine and enough information to keep them satisfied.
After she resolves the familial communication the ensign turns to the personal ship communication she's received. Ensign Jenneric wants to shift their regularly scheduled tennis match by a half hour. Not a problem. That would actually work in Dalia's favor seeing how Vaela message asks her to breakfast that same day. Quick and friendly replies issued and Ensign Maize thumbs through her industry specific editorials and selects one on the Biomechanics of the Cardassian Pel'op'ech and with a swipe moved the article to an audio reading format.
Dropping the PADD to the now slightly wrinkled blue blanket bearing the Starfleet insignia, Dalia Springs youthfully up and makes her way to the mirror. Pressing into the top right corner of the drawer beneath it opens the storage with a chirp from the computer to accompany it. While the voice of renowned biomechanic, Dr. Angelo Polanski, informs her of the impact his study of the elusive Cardassian marsupial could have on the Federation's understanding of Cardassian physiology, Dalia Maize prepares herself for an evening spent socializing in the Aerie.
Now dressed in a casual mint green blouse with dark gray slacks over stylish black high heeled boots accented by a thick black belt hanging loosely on her hips, Dalia orders the report to pause, bookmarking her position. Make-up done, hair pulled back in a neat pleat at the back of her head with a dark green stone barrette, she eyes herself briefly in the mirror once more. Not a thing she is wearing compliments the strange purple of her eyes and that's just the way she wants it.
Striding from her quarters with renewed vigor that only a shower and making oneself look pretty can provide after a long day at work, the second officer of the Peregrine's science department heads for the social mecca of the ship.
Posted on 2017-02-26 at 19:25:26.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Oh, shoot!
I didn't mean to misrepresent my situation. I have not been diagnosed with that disease, the dental pain was just through the same nerve center as that disease's. Mine was just an abscess that grew beneath a root canal. The surgeon had to remove the tooth and a portion of my jaw. While I'm still experiencing swelling and some pain, it is nothing like the pain I was experiencing. The previous pain was what I was relating to the suicide disease and only because my wife called attention to its location.
By the way, Dalia Maize is heading to the Aerie at roughly 19:00 should anyone wish to interact. I also set her up with a couple of scheduled interactions with other Ensign in other departments most likely as friends.
Posted on 2017-02-26 at 18:01:47.
Edited on 2017-02-26 at 19:27:35 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Not how I saw this week going.
This past week has been pure hell. I endured pain localized in a cluster of nerves associated with something called the suicide disease. Not bragging, but I survived. The downside is that I've been so doped up, I haven't gotten to any writing. I hope to this weekend.
Posted on 2017-02-24 at 19:43:45.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Not how I saw this week going.
This past week has been pure hell. I endured pain localized in a cluster of nerves associated with something called the suicide disease. Not bragging, but I survived. The downside is that I've been so doped up, I haven't gotten to any writing. I hope to this weekend.
Posted on 2017-02-24 at 19:42:58.
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Topic: Supernatural Q&A thread
Subject: I'll be late with a post.
This past week has been pure hell. I endured pain localized in a cluster of nerves associated with something called the suicide disease. Not bragging, but I survived. The downside is that I've been so doped up, I haven't gotten to any writing. I hope to this weekend.
Posted on 2017-02-24 at 19:30:07.
Edited on 2017-02-24 at 19:41:31 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Awesome.
Anything helps the story.
Posted on 2017-02-17 at 00:47:46.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Thanks!
I appreciate it. Hard to run a game when there aren't active players.
Posted on 2017-02-16 at 10:58:31.
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Topic: Supernatural Q&A thread
Subject: Sounds good.
You da boss.
Posted on 2017-02-16 at 10:57:53.
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