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[IC] Messy Biz Chapter 0 - Those Damn Aztecs.

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« on: <04-01-13/1652:55> »
WE AT SEATTLE METROWEATHER ARE PROUD TO INTRODUCE OUR NEW WEATHER ICON JULIA!
Your AR display shows the figure of a blue woman with a waterfall for hair, an Icon that will become familiar over the coming months as the new weather report on the metroplex, she's off to a rocky start.
Ahem.. H-hello Seattle.. today's weather is.. um well it's a bit wet, like.. me I supp- NO WAIT THAT CAME OUT WRONG."

A month before a certain team was caught unawares at a nightclub among the warehouses you were all still runners, and all still needed work.
A job you were all called in to help with turned out to be something you really didn't want to have dealt with and you'd rather not remember the things you saw. It was just all wrong.
But what happened is coming around again, so it's time to take a look at that job. Please keep in mind though, remembering something is not all ways as accurate to the facts as you think, so anything could happen.

You've all been called out to a rather swanky house in the Bellevue, to meet an elderly Johnson. The man has made it clear that his time is short on this Earth so inviting runner's into his house is of little concern to him.

When you arrive you are asked to remain in the foyer until everyone has arrived by a Manservant Drone, who jerkily plods away to tell his master you are arriving. Some of you may know each other all ready, it is completely up to you.

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« Reply #1 on: <04-01-13/1801:55> »
Despite offers to take his jacket, Cookie had politely turned the drone who had answered the door down, it wasn't the fact that he was underdressed for the occasion, he was wearing underneath a dirty t-shirt and an old pair of denims, it was what else he carrying under his jacket, admittedly, not being patted down had been a bonus.
So whilst he waited, he had taken to entertaining himself by examining the decor in the room on both planes of existence to kill time.
"Nice house, and I'm the early one, wonder if the others will think I'm security?"
With that thought, he went over to the nearest chair by the door, which he then sat down on,  he then pulled his goggles over his eyes and placed both hands on his knee caps.

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« Last Edit: <04-01-13/1804:10> by Punch »
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« Reply #2 on: <04-01-13/1841:29> »
The second to arrive was a short figure, hidden by one of those yellow raincoats so popular nowadays. After stepping inside and throwing back the hood, a young dwarf male of obviously mixed descent was revealed. First he seemed abashed of the manservant drone's offer to take his coat, but then, with a smile showing an almost perverse joy, he handed the wet coat over. So much unlike that hellhole, he thought. From under the raincoat, some well-made and probably expensive clothes were revealed. A jacket, a tight pant, sturdy boots, not really designer clothing but well-known brands all of them, with some quality AR overlays.
The picture was only disturbed by the presence of the tail, which could be a cybernetic implant but somehow it felt like it wasnt. The movements were not the uncontrolled swing of balance tails but seemed more to represent some of the mood of the little guy. He nodded to the human in the chair, some reserved interest was showing in his eyes, but he went over to another chair and sat down.
And he stood up almost in the same instant, starting to look around the foyer, scrutinizing some of the items he probably found interesting for some reason. Then he suddenly turned, as if hearing something from within the building. With that he accidentally swept one of the potted artificial plants from its stand with his shoulder but agilely caught it with his tail before it hit the ground. He shot a mischievous smile to Cookie while shrugging and put the pot back to its place. Then he intended to continue his scrutiny.
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« Reply #3 on: <04-01-13/1854:55> »
Looking over in the dwarfs direction, Cookie spoke to him with an emotionless tone  "Please try to be more careful, it's ok to look around, just don't leave the foyer".
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« Reply #4 on: <04-01-13/1910:12> »
"Don't sweat it, Amigo, won't break any of these chucherías." It was strange, hearing the spanish words from Gibbon. His features showed no indication of latino descent and the pronounciation was somehow odd, unlike any they spoke in Seattle. "You already an employee or a prospective like myself?" He checked the man in the seat quickly but didn't stare too long.
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« Reply #5 on: <04-01-13/1919:53> »
pushing the goggles up to reveal his blue-grey eyes with his right hand, his face showing as much emotion as his voice "Good question, I'm prospective as well, names Cookie....I suppose you could say that I fix people. How about you?"
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« Reply #6 on: <04-02-13/0436:00> »
“Nice to meet you. My name is Paolo.” Gibbon’s voice hinted at him being a little bit reserved towards Cookie. “I’m an expert on security systems and ownership rights questions. Also do covert physical surveillance sometimes.” An interesting fellow, he thought in the meantime. Sounds like that faulty android in that trid flick, what was its title again?
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« Reply #7 on: <04-02-13/0638:16> »
"Nice to meet you then, hopefully the others will get here soon then I can observe their reactions, so if you forgive me, I'm going back to practicing being part of the furniture" he then turned back towards the wall, pushing his goggles back down over his eyes and resumed the same position as before.
That was an acceptable reaction, still need more practice, maybe I should've shaved, then again it didn't help that time........ as he became lost in his own thoughts.
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« Reply #8 on: <04-02-13/0824:06> »
The black cab pulled up in front of the mansion. Its passenger waited for the driver to get out and walk around the vehicle, an expensive European brand of course, to open the door. It wasn't the cheapest service, not by far, but anything less simply wouldn't have been right in this neighborhood.
A young woman, dressed in a deep purple tailored business clothes -the type often worn by the kind of people you knew you probably shouldn't but really had no choice but to trust- stepped out of the car and walked towards the front door without as much as aknowledging the chauffeur's existence.
Inside, she sent away the manservant drone without relinquishing any of her clothes, asking for a glass of port wine instead.
She threw a quick glance towards the two other persons present in the foyer and it was clearly visible on her face she'd made her judgment about them in 2 seconds flat.
A short nod in their direction and a single word "Gentlemen." was all the attention Silk gave them before demonstratively turning her back to them to admire a painting on the wall.

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« Reply #9 on: <04-02-13/1057:09> »

Cookie gave the woman a cursory glance from where he was sitting...
"Hello, to you too..." he toned back towards her "...interesting painting?"
....and a new one, a face? behavior as well as clothing suggests so, that means we have a face, a covert extraction specialist and me, seems this job may have all the bases covered,  more are clearly expected as the drone said nothing about the Johnson being ready to talk to us
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« Reply #10 on: <04-02-13/1123:34> »
"And a good day to you, Miss." Gibbon shot a few curious looks in the direction of the newcomer. Regular or someone like us? After it became apparent that the woman did not pay attention to him, he turned back to the last item in the foyer he wanted to check.
In a few seconds he finished and then went back to his previous seat. Sitting down he started to whistle some tune quietly, his tail moving with the latin rythm. He divided his attention between the place where the manservant drone went, the man sitting in the chair, and the newcomer seeming to appreciate the painting.
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« Reply #11 on: <04-02-13/1215:04> »
Silk didn't even hear the question, too busy on half a dozen different social media.

<<FaceSpace>> Update: Aswan <3 ˆ-ˆ : OMG! New people to work with: they're sooooo weird! How do people not know how to dress or behave? Does really nobody but me follow CosmoCast or Vogue Horizon?
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« Reply #12 on: <04-02-13/1222:59> »
The engine of Shin made Andromeda feel at home even when not in Habu. The rainy day was on the other hand, she felt much better being inside a car that adjusted itself to her liking then being outside and getting wet with acid rain. 1 Km from the meeting point Andromeda Gave the order to the spoof chip to display the registration number of her fake Sin. She also hid her internal comlink and only the dummy comlink with the fake sin was kept on visible and only on the approch. As soon as she left her Car she took of the Sin even from streaming from her dummy comlink.

The rain had got stronger on the approach to the address she was given so Andromeda decided to par right in front of the House. The car that just left was expensive, rather luxury, but nothing compared to her Shin, at least what Performance and style is considered. Only after following the Car into the rain so far it was visible Andromeda noticed the Purple Blob that was entering the house, Purple Matchstick would actually be more precise to describe the woman's figure, but because of the rain Andromeda was not even sure it was a woman. After a quick Ultrawideband burst from Shin Andromeda Got out and in a fast step rushed towards the door.

Quick look around revealed the only corner in the room that was still unoccupied and she quickly changed it. She did not really spent much time on looking around she started to analyse the data gathered from the UWB Radar. the perceptive characters could see how her Eyes started to glow in a red colour as her mind left for the much faster flowing Virtual Reality. Her hands still crossed over her chest and sitting her legs crossed she seemed almost like sleeping. A orange-blue Being, at least her Coverall made her look like it.
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« Reply #13 on: <04-02-13/1415:49> »
A really disturbing feeling made Gibbon stop whistling. Never thought i'd feel nostalgia for that place. It was a real hellhole, with criminals most in Seattle coudn't even imagine. But it bristled with life, with interaction. There it would be unimaginable that four people gathered in a room without at least one conversation or argument starting up. The sterile silence of the room grated on his nerves. He knew that people in the UCAS were different, but it still bothered him.
On the outside, his sudden silence, his thoughtful look and the occasional fidgeting showed his uncomfort. This will be sooo wonderful.
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« Reply #14 on: <04-02-13/1438:46> »
Kitten had simply taken a taxi.  She had hower, done some of her best clothes, a business suit.  On the left breast pocket she had put a badge with a blue M with two red lightning bolts next to it on a green field.  It was the only decoration she had on.  Arriving at the address she noticed Andromeda's fast car.  Well, it wasn't really a spot to bring the big truck to.

Going inside she also noticed Silk and two others she didn't recognise.
"Hey Silk, Andromeda," she said to them, "Long time no see.  All's well?"

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OOC: the business suite are actioneer business clothes, with a taser in the concealed holster.
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