Glad you made it, CTP.

Tann, I had left it up to Olan. He seems to be caught up in other things so I've attempted to help as best I can.

Well, that sucks. I'm sure Olan has his reasons. I saw the email chain back and forth where he was trying to help her log in. 

Excellent. I plan on posting an update Friday morning. Please review the last few posts of the game and see if there's anything outstanding that you need to resolve with your character. In particular, I would like to make sure the group plan of action is solidified so I can move things forward. 

Mischief has been working with Olan to get her login issue resolved. I hope that it happens sooner rather than later but it is currently out of my hands.

I am always with you and understand the situation.

Discord.com and the server is named the-red-dragon-inn.

Yes. We are waiting on a couple of individuals who are apparently experiencing difficulties signing into the .net version of the site.

I replied to her email when she sent it. I'm going to double-check. Is she aware of the Discord server?

We're here. Welcome back.

That's three. Everyone else?

Are we ready to continue? Do we still have all the players? Please check-in.

Nope. It is not.

Okay. Casino apologized, Charlie expressed his ability to keep the team fed if everyone wants to work, and Charlie shared with the group that the drop is at 09:00 Monday morning. What's the plan? Next on Flesh & Blood, will the team of Edgerunners make a decision about what to do with Rya and how they are spending the rest of the day Sunday and Sunday night? Will Cred Stick Charlie procure a vehicle (or a couple of vehicles) for the group because everyone wants to chip in on the daily rental cost, or will everyone resign themselves to public transit? Does Casino wear boxers, briefs, or go commando? These and other pressing questions will be answered!

Honestly, I think she was fishing for compliments.

It was a little fishy, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity.

Yup! Great first post, CTP. 

I'm back from my trip and ready to move the game forward once I get a post from Espatier and Keeper. If I'm understanding the current mood of the group it is...

Kill Rya and deliver Jase:

1. Cred Stick Charlie

Turn Rya loose and deliver Jase:

1. Casino


2. Fixer


3. Echo

Undecided:

1. Blossom


2. Bloodbank


3. Ghlahn

Let's wrap up the decision-making process and get the story rolling again. If we need to have multiple posts, I'm fine with that.

I was on vacation. What'd you expect to happen? 

Yup. That's the one, Tann. I saw it on a documentary called The Millionth Year and decided to check it out. I'm still not sure about it.

So... does anyone here do Second Life?

Great posts, everyone. I fixed the whole fresh foods concept in my post. Flavored kibble... kinda like Tofu... shapable into anything.

Okay, so here's where things stand. Decisions have to be made. Keeper, the information we resolve in our PM interrogation of Jase can be shared as a back post once we finish it. 

FYI - I am going to be out of town all next week and will be moving my Friday post to a Monday post. You folks have a lot of time to work out your plans.

X00032:8.Y00001:12.Z00054:5, On the Mean Streets | South Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - March 9th, Day 3 (Sunday), 01:20 PM PST

Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15 mph 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)

Cred Stick Charlie is hoping to grab some time to study for a bit, and maybe grab some shuteye until a message comes in from Starlight with the location of the drop. Still wrapped up in his vehicle search, the fixer adds, "I would suggest to the solos... PCI (OOC: Pre Combat Inspection), recheck your ammo levels and clean your weapons while you have the downtime. We are not out of the woods yet."

Then, glancing over to Fixer, he asks, "would you mind looking the vehicle over before I turn it back over to its owners, please?" 

Fixer looks over at the well-dressed Native American. "Sure. Not my specialty, but there is no harm in looking." 

Once again, Charlie taps out another message to Starlight titled, Teammates

Fixer watches Ghlahn take Jace out of the room. He doesn’t like it, but maybe the guy can get some answers. And it gives him a shot at talking to Rya.  

“Well,” Blossom looks around the room. “I’m going to see what I can find on Falcone.” Activating her bracer, the netrunner’s keyboard forms. Beginning to type, she glances over at Charlie and Fixer, then Casino and Bloodbank, and finally Echo. “You gatos gonna just hang out and stare? Kinda creepy.”

Nearby, at the same time as Charlie is performing his searches, the big solo and the medtech are finishing up their conversation.

“It’s pretty serious,” Collin replies matter-of-factly. “You’ve sustained some damage to the bone and the muscle is pretty torn up. It’ll be a while before it is fully healed. In the meantime—” he holds up the pen device, “—I’ve properly cleaned it, fished out fragments of bone and shot, and am now going to cover it with Liquid Skin. This should hold you over for about ten days, even showering. You’ll need to have it checked every day, though. Just to guard against infection.”

Flexing the arm gently at first then harder, Casino knows Bloodbank has done a good job. It isn’t the solo’s first time being injured. He can recognize a good patch job when he sees one. Standing, he first looks to Bloodbank, then the rest of the room.

“Thanks and no need to tell me to take it lightly as we both know that won’t happen,” he states to the medic. Then, to the rest of the room, he says, “Ok, we’ve all been on the go for some time now and after that li’l firefight I know I’m tired and hungry—even though all I did was sit on my ass and watch—so good bet is everyone one here is just as tired and hungry. Gonna take Echo and head over to that quickie mart next door and pick up a few things to carry us over.

“Bloodbank, watch the street and cover us as we move to and from that quickie mart (assuming it can be seen from our room window). Fixer, I’d like for you to do a quick inspect of all our recently fired weapons and heavier firearms. Each person takes care of your own handguns before we leave. Make sure you pass the word to Ghlahn, good wager his rifle has been fired the most. Afterwards, please give me a rundown on what weapons and ammo, as a whole, we have to move forward."

Picking his SMG/Grenade launcher up from the chair he places it, unloaded, on the foot of the bed along with the eight grenades for the launcher and it’s six extra magazines. As Echo places her SMG beside his (OOC: Echo doesn’t part with the SMG. That’s her baby. She also has no skill with the handgun), he offered her one of his two .44’s to carry which she was hesitant at first to take, but in the end did so.

“Charlie, after we drop off the kid and mom, we’re gonna need a new place to plan our mission to get back Vegas. If you can—after you find a bigger ride—please find a good place to hold up. We need to keep moving for it’s a sure bet this Falcone Sec outfit is not just waiting on us to show up, but is actively hunting us.”

Looking over to Blossom, he also wanted to say something to her but seeing her wrapped up tight looking for clues on Falcone the big solo decides on later. Nodding his head to Echo, the two of them make their way out the motel door, Echo giving up her place at the window to Bloodbank who settles in with a view of the street (Awareness/Notice check of 17).

Moving from the couch, Fixer approaches Rya where she sits on the bed her jaw clenched, the skin around her eyes tight. 

"So,” the techie begins, drawing her gaze away from the door that Jase and Ghlahn had just went through, “what made Jace's life so bad? I admit a lack of love sucks, but he's running from a fortune to—no offense—the streets. I've never been to Bolivia, but I gotta suspect if you land there with cleaners wages, it isn't going to be a penthouse for Jace. So, where you goin' in Bolivia? Got a nice alley picked out?"

He knows it is a bit offensive, but on the Streets, he knows of dozens of parents who would have given up their kids to give them what Jace was running from—a shot at money. And at his age, it will only be a few years before he can step out on his own. With cash. This scram just doesn’t make sense. Unless Jace is running from more than just a lack of love or they are running to more than another tent in an alley. What Mom drags her kid down into the alley? On purpose?

“You ever get treated like a piece of furniture?” Rya shoots back defiantly. “Money, a fancy home… that means nothing if you aren’t loved. I’m not going to share more about Bolivia with you. If you do decide to let us go, I want to disappear with Jase.

“I don’t expect a person like you to understand. I’ve heard of your kind before. Street Samurai, Mercenaries, Edgerunners… I don’t care what you call yourselves, you choose to live a violent life. What would you know about the value of familia or real love?”

"You want help. But right now his running is putting lives at risk.” Fixer stares down at her with a hard look. “And there are good arguments that he'd be better off where he came from. So, spill it, Mom. Who are you? Why should we risk literally everything, to help you? You need to start talking."

He looks down at her and waits.

“I don’t know what more you want from me,” Rya exclaims and points to Bloodbank. “Can he perform a DNA test? Do you have that equipment handy? It doesn’t look like it to me.

“I’ve had a lot of time to think about this. Eight years, in fact. Why would a collar pay someone to be a surrogate? There are a lot of possible answers. 

“Maybe she didn’t want to ruin her body with a pregnancy, maybe she is barren, or maybe something darker. Maybe she did it for status—I don’t know if having a child is a good thing or a bad for a corporate stooge. Whatever the reason, Jase deserves more than what he’s getting. He deserves a real mother! Ask him what he wants since you’re so sure that being with me is a huge step down for him. He’s very smart. He understands everything that is going on.”

Luther checks the tone of everyone left in the room with a quick, studious look, Rya’s and Fixer’s conversation momentarily drawing his attention. It appears to him that the heat from earlier has dissipated and the team is cohesive for the time being. Lowering his gaze back to his agent, he returns to tapping away at his keys, looking for his first temporary vehicle, something for 3-4...maybe. 

Awh, yeah. These look okay, he thinks as he peruses the results of his first search. But I'll still need something more. Maybe one of these will do as another team vehicle, his thoughts continue. Bookmarking a few of the more reasonable selections, Luther continues looking for a second vehicle.

Remaining watchful, Bloodbank intently listens to Fixer’s interrogation and considers everything that’s been said. He doesn’t have the means to run a DNA test, Rya’s correct there, but then, as a former nurse, she already knew that.

“Your boss,” Rya snarls the word and swings a hand towards the door Casino and Echo had used, “isn’t interested in helping us. He said so before he left.

“Jase won’t stay with her—with Alys. He’ll come looking for me.”

Bloodbank resists the urge to look over at her and offer some comfort and instead, keeps his eyes on the busy street through the rain-swept window. I was fine taking out some kidnappers who’d put some poor kid through the ringer but this is a whole different story. Charlie has already pointed out that the contract is to kill Rya and return the boy. I can’t let that happen… can I? It’s the contract. It’s what I was hired to do. But can I really allow this woman to be iced?

A ping sounds in Charlie’s head and a message notification pops up. It’s from Starlight.

Drop: 0900 tomorrow morning. Coordinates will be delivered 1 hour before.

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Exiting the motel tier, the two cautiously move to the quickie mart being dusted by the acidic rain once again. They encounter no trouble and make their way inside, grab a cart, Casino pushing, Echo reaching for things and putting them in the cart. Looking at the young, deadly beauty in front of him, Casino has to know, before things get more chaotic, what there is between them.

“Echo...” Casino begins hesitantly.

“Elizabeth,” Echo replies, “my real name is Elizabeth Cooper, but alone it’s Beth.”

For the moment Casino doesn’t know how to respond. Giving up one’s real name in the shadow running biz is a major show of trust.

“My real name is Keith Story, but you can call me Keith,” he finally answers.

“Hmm Keith,” She says as if rolling it on her tongue. Then, smiling, she adds, “I like that.”

Moving to stand by her at the front of the cart, wanting to say something but not finding the words, the big solo raises his hand to caress her face, her soft skin, sad eyes, and innocent look drawing Keith into her zone of control even more deeply.

His hand on her face, the glint of fire, not of anger, but of caring, in his eyes draws her to him. Reaching up she takes his face in her hands and brings him in a second time in just under a day for a kiss, a long kiss.

Casino gives no resistance as she pulls him down to her, their lips locking in unrestrained hunger. Without realizing it he, pushes her back into the marts shelving and the soft kissing turned into a series of passionate kisses on her neck and cheeks. As he begins to kiss her with a need for her, his kisses on her neck and face feeling like fire, Beth knows she wants this man for her own. She has never felt anything for any man in the Rolling State as she now feels for Keith, the age difference be damned! Her hands, as if on a mission, one moving to the back of his head pulling him in closer, while the other brazenly went between his legs, her motions down there hidden by his armored duster.

Returning to her lips, he pulls her hair, somehow it all seems to fit. This young girl, 15 years younger than he, has reignited something in him he has not felt since his days with Raquel, and even that was nothing as strong as right here, right now, and in a quickie mart of all places. However her hand on his crotch brought him out of this spur of the moment intimacy between them and back to the real world.

“Beth, we need to stop.”

Pulling back, she makes as if to protest, but she knows this is no place she wanted for a possible first time with the big solo to happen.

“Your right, damn it, your right,” Shaking her head, she asks, “What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know, combat high? Hormones?” He replies.

“Really? Combat high? Hormones? You’re f***ing kidding me, right?”

“Damn it, Ech—Beth... I don’t know. All I know is, I want you, but not here, not now. This is not the time for this, or, my God, the place. We need to get the kid handed off and rescue Vegas. After that, if we are still alive, then we talk. Okay?”

As if coming to her senses, the edge-runner in her takes over, pushing her feelings for Casino into a special place, a place she dearly wants to visit again soon. She places a last kiss on his cheek and offers her best smile.

“Okay, fearless leader, lead on, what next?”

The next ten minutes are spent in silence but for Casino pointing to a few things and Echo putting them into the cart. Waiting in the checkout line, the two cannot help but notice the looks some of the other customers give them. Both of the edgers interpret the looks in their own ways. Echo sees raised eyebrows and the typical looks of lust while Casino sees looks of disgust and jealousy. Clearly the age gap is very apparent as they both wait for the AI to register their goods and ping their cred chips. 

With everything done and the groceries paid for, Casino carries all the bags as Echo keeps watch and the two make their way back into the wet streets of South Night City Integrate.

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Spotting Casino and Echo returning from across the street, Bloodbank times their approximate arrival and moves to the door. Peering out the peephole, the medtech opens the door just as they arrive, stepping aside to give them berth. Placing the bags on the rooms counter next to the TV, Casino turns to the rest of the group as Echo begins removing the bags contents and placing them on the counter.

“Ok, listen up. There’s two deli sandwiches for each of us, everything from roast beef to ham and cheese, to bologna and cotto salami. Hope no one’s a vegetarian,” the big guy removes his combat mask. “Team members get one Blitz energy drink and a pair of 20 oz water bottles. Rya, and Jase, both get a water bottle and there’s a sandwich for each of you. Drink the Blitz first to get your energy levels back up, then drink the water as you eat to combat the dehydration from the energy drinks.” 

Grabbing a roast beef and a cotto salami sandwich along with his Blitz and the two 20 oz bottles, he moves back to his chair but stops and looks around just as Ghlahn and Jase re enter.

“I owe you all an apology,” Casino states, “mostly you Ghlahn and you Charlie. I let my emotions get in the way of my experience and that could have cost us all our lives. Though I can’t promise it will never happen again, I’ll do my damnedest to keep it in check.”

Nodding to them he sits down, reaches for the TV remote, and switches the television on looking for any news stations. 

“Thanks,” Bloodbank replies, realizing just how hungry he is. No longer on sentry duty, he retrieves the sandwiches and drinks for himself, Rya, and Jase and then delivers them to the two captives. Resisting the urge to inspect the ingredients and knowing that the food is likely flavored, compressed kibble, the medtech is thankful that the solo and nomad had the wherewithal to take care of this.

“Go easy on the Blitz,” the medtech warns. “If you’re on any other stimulant it could lead to heart failure.”

Casino easily downs the Blitz in almost three gulps and starts in on his roast beef sandwich, as he watches the TV for any news of the team’s recent gunfight or any continuing stories on his fight at the hospital ER. Without a doubt, Falcone will be doing the same thing to try to pin them down and it is quite possible they will be waiting to hit them back for the loss of the seven sec soldiers at the hand-off.

Maybe, the big solo thinks, I’ll get lucky and find out who the old Asian guy is. Maybe give me a lead. However, for now, handing the kid off is top priority, Casino tells himself for the hundredth time, then Vegas.

Still at work digging up what she can on Falcone, Blossom is mostly oblivious to what’s going on around her. This isn’t like when she’s jacked in so she’s heard the conversations. Cold blooded killer has never been on her jacket. Then again, she’s always been very careful not to get emotionally involved in these runs and she has never actually been party to pulling the trigger. Shoving these macabre thoughts back into the recesses of her mind, she continues to build the dossier. 

(OOC: March 9th, Day 3 - Sunday, Time is 01:45 PM PST - Midcity, Moonlight Express Motel, South Night City Integrate.)

Chances are you can find a fast food vending kiosk nearby. There's no pool but there is a sauna... if you trust that sort of thing. There are snack machines in the lobby and an ice machine as well.

This area is filled with tiers of all kinds of mixed businesses and residential cubes. What are you looking for?

Welcome CameToPlay as our newest addition to the game. CTP is taking over Bloodbank.

Okay, I fixed the conflict to represent more accurately what happened without eliminating the majority of the content from your posts. It makes sense that Echo still has her reservations about Ghlahn as the Rolling State and the Capore Steel don't have kind feelings towards each other, but what's been posted should resolve the distrust amongst team members. 

My thought is that the team has been through enough crap together by now to have built up trust and respect for each other. Everyone has proven handy in a gunfight, the tech people have all performed well in their tasks (Bloodbank's latest work on Casino's arm has restored one box of injury—it's still a serious wound, but it is a "better" serious wound  , and your fixer is working his magic to try and find a better ride situation for you all. You have the package and are ready to deliver it. Some of you are concerned about the morality of the delivery, others are not. That's to be expected. If there's any further conflict amongst the player characters, I'm going to assume it will be because of this difference (and maybe a little heat between Ghlahn and Echo, but nothing that should derail or make the game less enjoyable for anyone). 

You didn't leave me with much of anything to work with as far as advancing the storyline. 

1. Keeper, you and I can work through a Google Doc or PMs (I prefer the Google Doc idea) to take care of Ghlahn's interrogation of Jase.


2. Nomad, thanks for the post Brother. If you want to have Fixer take a look at the AirJeep for Charlie, you'll need to post up or let me know via PM. I know you're recovering so a simple PM letting me know what he does should suffice.


3. You all have about ten minutes before Starlight replies to Charlie, so I'll need to know what you do during that time. Charlie has suggested a weapons check and reloading and you are all still hanging out with Rya. Additionally, Charlie has reminded you that Saint Nick wanted the person responsible for Jase's kidnapping put on ice. No one has responded to that little reminder yet.


4. Espatier, I need a Streetdeal roll for Charlie's vehicle search.


5. Mischief, Tann would be your best bet for the page info.

I'm going to start putting the die rolls from Roll20.net in the game post. If we were sitting around the table, you all would know the rolls anyway and it will help show how the dynamics of the system work.

By the way, here's the map from Roll20.net of the Motel setup.

X00032:8.Y00001:12.Z00054:5, On the Mean Streets | South Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - March 9th, Day 3 (Sunday), 01:03 PM PST

Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15 mph 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)

Once everyone is decently settled, Bloodbank approaches Casino, “Let me see that arm. Is it bothering you much?”

His head jerks up in acknowledgment, the big solo remembers the wound in his arm for the first time in hours. As he relaxes the cybernetic pain editor wired into his body, he is at first slightly overwhelmed with the rush of pain, but drawing in a few deep breaths brings it to a bearable level. Removing his crow face mask for the first time in at least a day, its edges covered with a good layer of dried sweat, he gives the medic access to his arm.

"Yeah, now that you've reminded me," Casino says with a smile, traces of the pain clearly visible to the medic.

Bloodbank removes his own cracked skull mask and begins his examination.

Right now, the team is gathered in one room with Rya and Jase sitting on the bed, their backs against the headboard.

“So,” Blossom chirps from where she’s planted herself on the edge of the bed, “let’s iron this thing out like civilized people on the same team. Then, while Good Ol’ Mister Charlie tries to get us a drop location, I’ll look into Falcone Security and see what I can find on Vegas, unless, that is, you’re still intent on me checking into our benefactor.”

With a wave of a hand, Charlie brushes off the suggestion that they look at the benefactor. The group is still too green in his opinion and a few of these gringos might talk. That might be the end of them all. No. Charlie is going to let them figure it out for themselves. He has his orders and he will continue to make sure that the contract won’t suffer until these edgerunners got salt in their shoes. 

"Falcone Sec first, please, Blossom, if no one objects," The big solo says through the pain of the examination, his eyes drifting towards Ghlahn. The cyborg had finally given up the name of the security company and Keith thinks back over the past several hours. Casino isn’t one to recklessly offer up trust and his concern over Vegas’ situation mixed with the frustrations of a second team and the challenge of blending a new group of operators has gotten to him. With chagrin, he realizes that he’s been seriously overreacting. Ghlahn had shared the results of the conflict with the group and had first attempted to avoid the firefight. Vegas had known about it as well when he went to meet up with the Capore Steel. The solo has to admit Ghlahn is dangerous, killing seven men from a security company is no small feat. With all his under the skin dermal armor and wired reflexes, Casino had to wonder if all his upgrades were known, would he too be considered a cyborg. Would Echo react to him with the same vehemence that she has Ghlahn if she knew about his wetwork?

"Hey kid,” the Cee-Metal edger interjects (OOC: Persuasion & Fast Talk check rolled: 13), “how about you and me check out the other room?  Gotta make sure it is all safe." Ghlahn wants a few moments to talk with the kid and also make sure there is no danger lurking. Activating his IR vision, he scans the adjoining room through to the current room and then the one on the other side of their other room.

Jase stares at the quiet red-headed soldier with wide-eyes as he attempts to melt into Rya. The woman, mouth slightly agape, encircles him though her eyes are saucers as well. 

Looking towards Echo, Casino shakes his head to let her know not to interfere with Ghlahn and the boy, though he thinks it highly unlikely that Rya will allow Jase to go off alone with Ghlahn, it is time the big solo began showing his teammate some trust and respect. 

“You know what,” Blossom shifts so that she’s facing Rya and Jase. “I think that’s not a half-bad idea. Jase, please go with Ghlahn.” (OOC: Persuasion & Fast Talk check rolled: 15) The ten-year-old shakes his head, his chin beginning to quiver again. 

“He’s staying with me,” Rya boldly declares.

"Aya, the kid and me are just gonna talk,” Ghlahn explains further. “Maybe he can remember something important, even if he doesn't know it's important. We need a quiet spot." Looking flatly at Rya, he adds (OOC: Intimidate check made: 21 [exploding 10]), "You can stay put right there, we don't need a chaperone."

Echo looks at Ghlahn, giving him a humorless smile, unsure of her feelings about letting Jase spend any time alone with the Corpore Metal cyborg. Hesitantly, Rya jerks away from the Cee Metal’s unnerving gaze. A couple of breaths later, she slowly moves Jase so that he’s looking up at her. 

“Go with the man, honey,” she instructs calmly despite her white-knuckled grip on his shoulders. “You’ll just be right next door. It will be okay.”

“But I want to stay with you,” Jase whines and makes the attempt to push himself back into her embrace.

“I know,” Rya glances at Ghlahn and then returns her concerned look back to the boy. “It will only be for a little bit. We need to discuss some adult things. Understand?”

Staring at the Hispanic woman for a good five heartbeats, Jase finally nods once and immediately shifts to roll off the bed and timidly approaches Ghlahn.

Fixer is still wondering about Rya—he wants the story. Does the kid care that he is getting people killed? Why'd he run? It probably doesn’t matter...

A jolt of pain as Bloodbank works to clean the remnants of the makeshift bandage Keith had been fit with while in the hospital brings the solo's attention back to his arm and the man working to repair it.

"You did a good job during that fight, I'm sure you hated doing what you did, but it was necessary so, thank you." Keith is sincere in his thanks and the medtech picks up on it, pressing his lips together in a tight frown as he dips his head in acknowledgment. 

“I don’t like taking lives,” Collin (Bloodbank) explains, crumbling up a bloodied disposable antiseptic wipe and dropping it on the desk. “Doesn’t mean I won’t do it to protect my team. I just always wanted to be the good guy, ya know? Not the bad guy.” With that, the medic reaches into his bag and pulls out a thick pen-shaped object.

The big solo asks, “So how bad is it?” Ghlahn and Jase make their exit, with the cyborg closing the door behind them.

“It’s pretty serious,” Collin replies matter-of-factly. “You’ve sustained some damage to the bone and the muscle is pretty torn up. It’ll be a while before it is fully healed. In the meantime—” he holds up the pen device, “—I’ve properly cleaned it, fished out fragments of bone and shot, and am now going to cover it with Liquid Skin. This should hold you over for about ten days, even showering. You’ll need to have it checked every day, though. Just to guard against infection.”

"Someone needs to sit on these two," Charlie mentions to the group from his seat on the couch and begins to use his agent to connect to the Darknet (OOC: Streetdeal check required). Ordering his agent to begin a search for another set of wheels with cybernetic controls only and space for all these choombas, he is momentarily distracted from the interactions in the room. The challenge he is facing is finding a vehicle that will hold nine people comfortably and not be conspicuous. No small feat and he quickly realizes that he may need to seek two vehicles and ask the group who can drive. 

Cred Stick Charlie is hoping to grab some time to study for a bit, and maybe grab some shuteye until a message comes in from Starlight with the location of the drop. Still wrapped up in his vehicle search, the fixer adds, "I would suggest to the solos... PCI (OOC: Pre Combat Inspection), recheck your ammo levels and clean your weapons while you have the downtime. We are not out of the woods yet."

Then, glancing over to Fixer, he asks, "would you mind looking the vehicle over before I turn it back over to its owners, please?" 

Once again, Charlie taps out another message to Starlight titled, "Teammates."

“Well,” Blossom looks around the room. “I’m going to see what I can find on Falcone.” Activating her bracer, the netrunner’s keyboard forms. Beginning to type, she glances over at Charlie and Fixer, then Casino and Bloodbank, and finally Echo. “You gatos gonna just hang out and stare? Kinda creepy.”

(OOC: March 9th, Day 3 - Sunday, Time is 01:20 PM PST - Midcity, Moonlight Express Motel, South Night City Integrate.)

There has been some research done back previous posts by Tann. He was concerned that the character play concerning  the mistrust might be getting out of it hand and wanted to see if there is a way to stay true to the characters in what's happened in the game and still resolve everything. What he was able to find out is that the information that Ghlahn had on hand was actually related to the entire group clear back right after the event happened. So the only thing that Ghlahn didn't relate, because I never disclosed that to him, was the name of the security company. However, what I'm going to say is that Ghlan actually did not relate the name of the security company because he was very much involved in other things and thought maybe the sec team would let things rest. He was separated from the crew for some time after the garage fight and by the time everyone reconnected everything kind of proceeded in the hectic manner that it did and then he revealed it in the airjeep. That being said in my next post I'm going to resolve all of the conflict between the characters as far as trust is concerned and everybody can move forward working as a team.

As I said to Tann when he pointed out the mistake, that's one of the problems with PBP games. No matter the detailed notes I keep, something will be forgotten during the long storytelling process.

I appreciate everyone and your contributions to the game. 

Gracias, gato. 

Nomad has sustained some injuries so I'm giving him some leeway in posting and ask that we, as gaming friends, reach out and let him know we're thinking of him. 

That being said, once Mischief posts, we'll have enough to move forward. That is, if there isn't any necessary between character interaction.