[Chrona]

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An Icon of a business dressed woman talks out of the AR window to you, "Good evening Seattle, are you ready for the 6 O'clock news!?"
Her blue waterfall shaped hair seems to move like a torrential shower and splash off her shoulders as she recites her report, a smile here, a wave at the map there.

Ah, the Emerald Sprawl, is there anywhere better? It's raining of course, so probably. At least the Acidity is low for once!
Seattle is a haven for people like you though, despite what Corps would tell you.

Thoughts like that can be pushed aside for now though, seems you have a call waiting.

Silk, when your comm beeps you open the AR on reflex, it's Miss C. She heard about a job and she knows you're looking. You can tell she didn't like giving you this one but must be hoping you'll do all right and stay safe. You barely worry as 5 AR notifications of new comments pop into view.

I/O, a carrier Agent from Warezhouse 24 has arrived on your node with a job offer. Someone's heard of your skills through the digital grapevine.

Andromeda, Nagasami is throwing a job your way, he only heard about it in passing so had no details, he wishes you the best of luck.

Hank, you just got done teaching a Loud mouth Cutter punk who isn't an "Old Man" outside the gym. As you close the dumpster down on the unconscious ganger you get a call from Hal, someone's been asking around specifically for a tough stomached, thick skinned Medic.

Still Waters, after the clue from your Guidance Spirit, you were expecting the call. It's a Fixer called BloodClaw, offering his services and a job, he speaks with a thick but relaxed german accent.

Change your C3/L1 Fixer to C3/L1 BloodClaw (Fixer) and roll Intuition -1

Noise, Stasya got word of a job from a clients pillow talk. "Sounds messy, you should love it." She purred down the Trid-call at you.

Little Joe, Corey simply gave you the time and place and a "Get to work."

You're all to ask for a Mr. C. Joe at 20:00 at Dr. Boyle's Street Clinic, Dowd Street. Dowd street is a C-Zone (hen Lonestar was around anyway) on the edge of the warehouse district. The address itself points to an abandoned brownstone next to Gascoigne's Lorestore.
This just means it's a good Black Clinic.

[Kouryuu]

Doomo, Nagasami-sama. Have instructed Habu, to drive me there.

When 20 min drive left Andromeda Gets into her Shin-Hyung and leaves Habu, instructing it to go into patrol mode around the block.

Would have been good to improve this one too, but it should do for the moment.

Andromeda hits the street in the direction of the meeting place, activating the spoofing chip and the morphing plates.

No need to play the Average Joe today.

[Xzylvador]

Comm: "Thanks Cheye. And don't worry about me, I'll bring you back a present when the job's done."
Silk launched a search query for info about the location of the meeting and checked her other messages while waiting for some info.
Two could be summarized to "got more pics?", another two to "want to meet?", the last was a trideo of a nest of pink fluorescent kittens being nurtured by a Labrador. The dog appeared to be a drone with cheap mimicry, but the kittens were kind of cute.

Data Search: Dr. Boyle's Street Clinic and/or Dowd Street
Data Search: Dr. Boyle's Street Clinic and/or Dowd Street (7d6.hits(5)=2)
Data Search: Dr. Boyle's Street Clinic and/or Dowd Street (6d6.hits(5)=1)
Data Search: Dr. Boyle's Street Clinic and/or Dowd Street (5d6.hits(5)=1)
Data Search: Dr. Boyle's Street Clinic and/or Dowd Street (4d6.hits(5)=1)
Data Search: Dr. Boyle's Street Clinic and/or Dowd Street (3d6.hits(5)=2) I'm
Data Search: Dr. Boyle's Street Clinic and/or Dowd Street (2d6.hits(5)=2) on
Data Search: Dr. Boyle's Street Clinic and/or Dowd Street (1d6.hits(5)=1) fire!
10 hits, no glitches.

The search came back with little more than the address she put in it in the first place.
Dowd Street...
Dowd Street, she'd heard that street mentioned before.
Right! There's a hot new club there, Equilibrium or something, haven't had the chance to go there yet. Looks like that could change in the near future.
Silk started packing her stuff, meanwhile sending out a request for a GridCab to drop her off at Equilibrium, Dowd Street 19:30. Too early to be going to a party, but there were always people who didn't have the charm, looks or connections to get into hot clubs without standing in line for hours. She did, of course, but still it was a better cover than getting a cab to some sleazy clinic.

[Artighur]

*Responding to Hal*
- Sounds good Hal, any words on what is on the menu ?

*After closing the call with Hal, Hank get back home and picks a couple of things, namely his Armor Jacket and his Medkit with a couple of Stim Patches, after all he's been needed as a medic right ?. After his stuff is packed, he cleans his lab then waits for the rendezvous, he makes sure he'll be there on time. Life's too short to waste everyone's time*

[GrimWulf]

"Tch. I sometimes think you talk to much and not work enough during pillow time syestra" Noise grins at the AR feed of her friend.  "But you know how I like it, so who to complain, yes?"

She plops the address into her commlink, along with the meet time. "This Mr Seejo?  You can tell me much about him?"

Noise continues the conversation as she gets together some of her things, judging from the meet point it wouldn't hurt too much to be prepared, and thus planned on bringing pretty much all her toys,  well, maybe not the rifle, not to a meet at least. 

After hearing that Stasya had no info on Seejo, she looks a little disappointed not having any dirt on who she was to meet.  But then she wouldn't be in the business if she knew everything anyways. "Spasibo as always. I let you know how it goes."

With that she lets the call end and checks her link for the time. Just under two hours till the meet.  She brings up the traffic report for the route and decides now would be the best time to head out. Should make it there about 15-20 min early.

[Kontact]

"Ohhh... time to go to work!  Work all day!  Search for underpants, hey!  Doo-doo-doo doot-da-doo doot-da-doo!  Yum-yum yummy-o yay!  Work always excited Joe.  Pretending always excited Joe.  Pretending to work, though, never seemed to hold the same appeal.  You could follow someone home, break into their house and kill them while they slept, but unless someone paid you to do it, it wasn't the same.  Still, Joe liked to pretend.

[OOC: Disguise roll 10d6.hits(5) → [3,5,4,6,2,2,3,1,3,2] = (2) Edge reroll 8d6.hits(5) → [2,4,1,6,1,2,2,2] = (1)  ....starting off strong.  ]

She finished adjusting her form-fitting funderware armor, strapped on the discrete PPP forearm and shin guards and covered it all with her Chameleon-skin blur suit.  Ready for work.  Next she pulled on a big white sweatshirt with a galloping pony hologarm on the front, four quickdraw knife holsters, two in the front and two in the back, and a pair of denim overalls to cover them up while still providing quick access.  Ready for the street.  Well almost.  He set the ceramic plate of the discrete Securetech PPP helmet flush to his skull and dropped a long, blond wig on top.  Joe was ready with a smile.  Grabbing a small pink vinyl backpack festooned with rainbows, Joe dropped a few grenades, two gas and two Willy Pete, into the open mouth, added the autopicker, tag eraser, a jar of nanopaste, a spare blouse, a black trash bag, and a sandwich.  Ready for what comes.

Time to take the #14 down to Dowd!

[Ten-Hex]

Still Waters flicks on his comm and takes the call in voice-only mode, his linguasoft providing real-time translation into his AR display. His response to BloodClaw is short-worded and terse, probably to not strain the communication gap, but ends in a quick thanks. The fixer may not be much of a friend, but he's about the only person Still Waters knows in Seattle to help crawl out of this financial hole.

With little to do other than hunker down in his shithole flat and hope the ceiling doesn't leak again, Still Waters double-checks the minor ward on the place and muddles through some cheap trid.

Closer to meet time, he finally bothers to get dressed and slaps on some neo-tribal street clothes and shamanic accoutrements, his heavy lined coat to shake off some of Seattle's perpetual rain, and what little gear he owns. He gives a once-over to his hair which needs little maintenance, shaved on the sides and drawn into beaded tufts on the top. His face he paints in a mixture of mundane and astral pigments, blood-red patterns covering his eyes and running down his cheeks like rivulets of crimson tears.

Hitting the streets, he punches up a basic query to the public transit lines on his comm, and hops a bus heading to the warehouse district.

[Chrona]

There's no booming music on Dowd Street yet, but the Equilibrium nightclub already has a good queue of non-VIP Revellers lining up, hoping they'll get in.
Depending on your side of approach you either pass the mystical Lorestore or the large, barred showroom window of Mike's Pawnshop.

[Ten-Hex]

Still Waters rolled off the transit a few blocks from the area, and ambled towards the clinic along the Lorestore approach about 15 minutes early. He scrutinized the area, soaking up the sights and sounds until he could feel the area in his bones. Crossing the street to the Lorestore, he let his senses slip into the astral until he was as comfortable with those surroundings as the meat world.

Perception test Int 5 + Per 4 + 3 attn coproc +2 mentor +1 qualia +3 aud/vis (18d6.hits(5)=4)
Assensing test Int 5 + Assn 6 + mentor 2 + qualia 1 (14d6.hits(5)=6)

[Xzylvador]

Silk stood in the queue of people trying to get into the Club, blending in with the crowd while keeping an eye on the other side of the street, more specifically the alley and anyone looking like a 'runner approaching it.

[GrimWulf]

After about 3 trips around the block both looking for parking and to get an idea of what the neighbourhood is like, Noise finally settles on parking her Luna in a small alley about a half block away. The car should be fine there, its beat up condition didn't make it stand out in the area, and the spot was actually well lit. She grabbed her blades from the case in the trunk and walked away hearing the alarm arm itself.

She hunched her shoulders against the rain, feeling the wetness even through her overcoat as she made her way down the sidewalk, a quick look to her link showed 8 minutes till the meet. She turned down Dowd and looked over to the lineup outside the club, noticing that it had barely moved if at all. Stopping to take a bit of refuge under the awning of Mikes' Pawnshop she lets a couple more minutes bleed off before heading into the alley.

[Kontact]

Little Joe came skipping up the street past Mike's pawn shop.  Stopping for a moment at the mouth of the alleyway to flip up the plastic face of her Kero Kero Frog watch, she made sure things were proceeding smoothly.  Yep right on time.  So professional!  After spending the last three hours riding around the light rail and bus lines to make sure she wasn't followed, all she really wanted was a chance to sit down. 
[Perception roll 16d6.hits(5) → [1,2,2,3,3,1,3,6,3,5,3,1,4,5,3,1] = (3)  This is going to be a good game for me...]
As she continued skipping down the alleyway, she wondered why all the runners staking the place out didn't want to sit down too. 

[Kouryuu]

With all the time it took to get here Andromeda was running a bit late. So she had no time to park a safe distance away.
She decided to leave her wheels between Mike's Pawnshop and the lore-store, in a small alleyway, a safer then most places here, but not as stealthy as she would have wanted.

Frag that will do!

She got out of the car, and went straight for the meet, she should make it in time.

 

[Chrona]

Some of the increasing clubbing crowd whispered here and there,
"Yo...you brought your sprog? what's your malfunction?"
"What? Ghosts, no!"

Somewhere near the end of the queue, SMACK.
"I am not fat, you weedhead!"

[Artighur]

Hank parks his Rover not too far from the clinic, trusting the lights on the street to keep would-be thieves away. He enters the clinic early and look around a bit to see what kind of people run the clinic before asking for M. C.Joe.

*Lowering his voice, to whoever is behind the desk*

- I'm here for Mr. C. Joe, got a rendezvous at 20.00.