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In the old myths and legends, quests were undertaken by siblings or childhood friends. Later, tales of knights questing for their royal patrons arose. In the 20th century, it was travelers meeting at an inn. In 2074, however, adventurers mostly came together via professional contacts and referrals, in the cold, business-like way everything else was done in the Sixth World. Still, unlikely companions could meet and form a bond in the unlikeliest places.... --- It's the great equalizer. It'll stop a troll the size of a car as easily as the smallest dwarf of the thinnest elf. It ain't a weapon, a spell, or even a dragon - it's hunger. When it's time to eat, you just gotta get the stuffers into your stomach before you go berserk. What are stuffers? They used to be called junk food or munchies. They're probably just as good for you as nutrisoy or krill-filler, regardless of those ads from the Nutrition Council. When the pangs hit, there's only one place to go (especially when the sun rises in about an hour) to find that kind of chow. It's the place everyone loves to hate. Stuffer Shack.
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 Ellena "Embers" Allison Elf Decker/Doctor Starting Nuyen: 4d6*100 1300 Elf Need Soycaf Badly. Embers wandered into the store, cursing her lack of a car. loving sell the safehouse, get coffee faster. She wandered toward the drink counter in the store, passing the large sodas and their 44 ounce foam cups for the good stuff. Well 'good' stuff, but her usual guy hadn't been bringing her the Columbian poo poo, and she had to do something while she wasn't sleeping. Her 'deck was in her bag, but she was sort of light other than that: just the Crusader was tucked under her suit jacket, with a single mag of SticknShock. All those thoughts left her mind, though, when she saw the coffee machine, and the Renraku logo emblazoned on it. Blinking her eyes once, and again, she started tapping her deck to life as she headed back to the cold-drinks section. It'd be a Starbucks refrigerator drink, then. As she retrieved the cool glass bottle, she threw her deck into hacking mode. Extra windows popped up in her AR, the overwatch score floating in her field of view, and exploit frameworks emerging in AR space only she could see. She jumped over to the Local Grid (which I'm guessing is the one the coffee machine is on) and aimed at that dumb Renraku coffee machine. I'm going for 2 marks with Hack on the Fly, which is 8 Log + 6 Hacking + 2 Codeslinger +2 Spec: Devices - 4 (two marks): Hack on the Fly: 14d6t5 6 Resisted by the device's Firewall + Intuition (or just Firewall, or if it's slaved to something, that thing's Firewall, which is equal to the Device Rating), which I would expect to be 1 or 2. My agent will try for the third mark, so that I can Format the machine next turn. Agent Hack: 8d6t5 2 Resisted by the same thing. Deck Configuration: ATT: 3, SLZ: 6 {7}, DP: 4, FWL: 5 Programs (3): Baby Monitor (know OS score), Exploit (+2 Sleaze for HOTF), Virtual Machine: Agent 4, Stealth QuantumNinja posted:Ellena "Embers" Allison QuantumNinja fucked around with this message at 05:25 on Sep 2, 2014 |
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Aug 31, 2014 19:38
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A man walked into a Stuffer Shack. It sounds like the start of a bad joke, hell it probably is but it’s nothing but the truth. Sawbones drifted in the doors feeling like a zombie, the traditional kind not his regular clientele; his mind was fuzzy, his jaw slack and his stomach making noises a Sasquatch would be proud of. What was supposed to be a short evening meeting with some Tamanous buyers to cut a deal for some new product acquired in the wake of an Ancients versus Crush mash-up ended up being an all-nighter with a couple of scotches and a few bouts of arguing over the price. After the arrangements were made Sawbones decided the best thing to do would be eat something before heading back to his hole-in-the-ground and so he walked the few blocks from the meeting place down here to get himself a bagel, a noodle box maybe even one of those disgusting Stuff Shack SoyBurgers; anything would be good right now. As he shambled past a drinks refrigerator he noticed his reflection in the glass: his tie had begun to come loose, his shirt was half out of his pants and the top of his taser was sticking out of his jacket pocket. With a disappointed-in-himself grunt for the shabby look he adjusted his attire as best he could and proceeded to the end of the aisle to browse the noodle selection. Satay or lemon chicken; the eternal question. Character Sheet posted:Bruce "Sawbones" Greenwell Gridlocked fucked around with this message at 10:05 on Sep 1, 2014 |
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Sep 1, 2014 10:03
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Kiru As the others walked or stumbled in, Kiru continued to make small talk with the clerk; he didn't REALLY know the guy, but, well, kill a few wanna-be gangbangers with zip guns on pro-bono work to "clean the streets" and you start to crave some normal human interactions. And chimichangas. Even if it was made entirely out of flavored krill. He had his combat knife safely hidden underneath his somewhat obviously armored coat, leaving his larger blade, bow, arrows, and armored mask with the bike outside, tied up and locked to prevent theft. It was only the Stuffer Shack. It's not as if he NEEDED those.
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Sep 2, 2014 03:08
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Trying and failing to look natural, Rick Artyomov fidgets with a magazine of what appear to be elves in swimsuits. The magazine is the furthest thing from his mind, scoping out the crowd around him while pretending to decide on what reading material he plans to look at. Not used to wearing armoured clothes, unfamiliar with the town around him, and certainly not used to carrying a concealed weapon, Rick continued looking for the Orc who told him to be there. Maybe something happened to MacReight? Or maybe he just doesn't realize Rick is there? But on the other hand, he'd recognize Rick's bike outside. It could be as simple as forgetting to set an alarm. Rick scanned the crowd once again, becoming more tense every time he noticed MacReight wasn't around. The fixer gets Rick fitted with a cyberware commlink, then doesn't drat well use it, nor does he tell Rick how to use it. "I'll explain it all in due time, just meet me at the nearby Stuffer Shack at this time..." He might have some harsh words for the fixer, if he weren't two feet taller than Rick. Suddenly noticing a clerk looking at him, Rick puts down the magazine. If the clerk notices him, he clearly doesn't care enough to say anything. "I've got a bit on my credstick, maybe I should grab something to eat while I wait." Rick thought, since MacReight didn't look like he was going to show any time soon. quote:== Info ==
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Sep 2, 2014 04:26
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Great tracts of neon and fluorescent lights that leach away color to make everything a uniform, dull gray indicate that you have arrived at the home of synth-alcohol, soykaf, porno-simchips, Holohayo 3D greeting cards, pneumatic fluid for your bike, cheap fetish trinkets for magical wannabes, soygrits, and a full line of stuffers with no redeeming nutritional or social value. Yep, the good ol' Stuffer Shack, home to a smell you can't recognize (and probably don't want to) and thousands of nuyen worth of stomach-rotting chow. As an added benefit, it's open 24-7-365. It's pretty busy for this time of night, especially since torrential rain like you just ran through usually keeps normal people at home. The elf girl behind the counter looks like an angel; even the fluorescent lights can't dull her beauty. Her vacant stare indicates that she probably only has one asset and you've already noticed it. Coming out of the storeroom is a dwarf wearing an apron and hauling a load of NutraSoy Energy Cakes(tm) (both kinds, the original Euro-Chocolate and the new Caribbean flavor). Talking non-stop (mainly repeating the phrases "Stop that!", "Drop that!", "Put that down!", and "Get over here!") is an obese woman with a shopping cart and an equally obese child who seems to want one of everything the store offers. In other words, everything is normal for a Stuffer Shack at 4 AM. There are other people shopping in the store, but you hardly notice them as your stomach growls again and you head for your gut rotter of choice. (Map incoming, so hold off a bit on replies for the moment so you can specify thereon where your characters head. I'll also resolve the hacking attempt there.)
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Sep 3, 2014 21:40
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(Apologies for the delay; got my scanner working again finally.) Map:  Key:  Area F: The Cook-It-Yourself microwave, the rotating pizza display machine, the SynthMeat "Hot Dog" dispenser and the Soy Patty Yummy Burger Grill-O-Matic are located here. The table in this section offers plates, cups, napkins, plastic knives and plastic sporks. Area G: The employee lounge, featuring the time clock, toilets, lockers, a sofa and some chairs. The attached area is the restroom. Area H: The stockroom. There is a door in this room that leads to the alley behind the store. Area J: The cold food items are stocked here. The microwavable foods are closest to Area F; the rest are "homemade sandwiches and meals shipped in overnight," plus kafsoda, synthjuice, and soymilk. Area K: Frozen foods of all kinds, with quiescently frozen confections near Aisles 1 and 2. Area L: This area contains a tiny, dusty, and yellowing display of books and magazines in actual hardcopy format. There are also two NewsFax printout terminals and a HoloQuik copy machine. Embers effortlessly puts two marks on the Renraku SoyBru(tm) coffee machine. Her agent then places a third, ticking her OS to 1. Now she's on the clock...
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Sep 5, 2014 18:57
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Kiru is in either Aisle 14 grabbing food or heading to Area A to buy it and try to make small talk with
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Sep 5, 2014 21:40
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Ellena "Embers" Allison Elf Decker/Doctor Embers is probably in the corner where J and K meet, picking up her Starbucks soykaf, when she decides the machine can meet its maker. With a small smile to herself, she attacks the device's firmware, wiping the operating drivers before zeroing out the master boot record in the EEPROM. Embers will Format Device (Computer + Logic [Sleaze] vs Willpower + Firewall), so probably the same resist as before. If I succeed, the device is unusable the next time it would reboot, and it takes an Extended Software + Logic [Mental] (12, 1 hour) Test to fix. Formatting Device: 16d6t5 7 After that, my Agent 4 is going to Reboot Device (Computer + Logic [Data Processing] vs Willpower + Firewall), which will cause it to reboot if it fails. When it tries to reboot, it will fail to boot due to being formatted. Reboot Device: 8d6t5 3 Voila, no more Renraku! As the machine starts blinking the service light, Embers opens up the Starbucks soykaf and takes a big swig, grabbing a few extra for the next few days, and starts perusing the frozen pizzas. pre:Overwatch Score: 1/40
Deck Configuration:
ATT: 3, SLZ: 6 {7}, DP: 4, FWL: 5
Programs (3): Baby Monitor (know OS score), Exploit (+2 Sleaze for HOTF), Virtual Machine: Agent 4, Stealth
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Sep 6, 2014 00:10
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Sawbones is still debating whether he gets satay or lemon chicken noodles in isle 16
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Sep 6, 2014 00:42
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Rick is still hanging out in Area L, pretending to thumb through the hard print magazines while also keeping an eye on the door. The untrained 'runner' does a poor job at hiding his intentions.
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Sep 7, 2014 19:30
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Embers and her agent easily disable the evil Renraku device, and her Baby Monitor program informs her that her OS has increased to 3. As Rick moves toward the ancient print racks, he passes by an obvious samurai wannabe - one who isn't Kiru, anyway. This particular wannabe has his head shaved except for a long topknot, a set of (obviously fake) elf ears, and a leather sleeveless jerkin. He openly wears a katana, and briefly stares down Rick as they cross paths, but otherwise continues toward the counter. Sawbones is deep in consideration between flavors when the obese child approaches (as everyone in the store hears the obese mother scream "Get back here!"). Tugging on Sawbones' pants, the kid looks up at him. "Hey mister, are you a shadowrunner?" Kiru, on his way to the counter with his purchase, sees the other samurai wannabe trying to chat up the elf behind the counter. Her hair is done up into a single orange spike, and the name tag on her ample chest says her name is Wanda.
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Sep 7, 2014 21:15
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"Ach no laddie," replies the scruffy Scotsman "I'm just a hungry elf making a tough decision." Sawbones returns to pondering his choice of noodle, it appears that BBQ Beef is now on the list of options and attempts shoos the chubby little trog away "Now scram back tae ya mummy." If you would like a social roll for this situation please tell me and provide which modifiers are applicable 
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Sep 8, 2014 01:49
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Kiru Kiru gives the wanna-be a mild look of disgust as he (rudely) shoulders past him up to the elf, dropping two "burritos" on the table and interrupting whatever the elf poser had to say. "Just these. I'll be eatin' here - work's left me hungry. Had a long night?"
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Sep 9, 2014 04:04
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Rick looked over at the man who stared him down and smirked. His old friend Hideyoshi, an elf himself, always complained about the 'posers' wearing fake ears and using big words they don't understand to try to sound smarter. "Have you ever seen an Elf pretending to be a Human?" Hideyoshi would ask, usually before swearing a lot. Rick noticed the man going up to the counter, where a real Elf was standing as well as an Orc. Part of Rick almost wanted the poser to start something. Even if MacReight didn't show, at least he could see some drek take a hit to the skull.
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Sep 9, 2014 05:08
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As Kiru approaches the counter, Wanda screams. You look up and the samurai wannabe has a katana in his hand with the business end at Wanda's throat. In the blink of an eye, the front door crashes open and three people rush in, all screaming at the top of their lungs. One of them, a human who looks like he would weigh 46 kilograms if 40 kilograms of cement were attached to him, stops screaming and unloads his shotgun at the display behind the counter that contains the camera monitors. An electrical buzz filters through the shocked silence of the store (even the obese woman shuts up for a second - before she starts screaming). The guy wielding the shotgun then shouts, "I am the King of the sprawl and it's time to collect taxes! Gimme everything you got, you drek-eatin' slime!" Roll initiative.
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Sep 14, 2014 19:46
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Kiru Initiative: 2d6+14 24 Time slows down. The reaction enhancing superconductive material running down the ork's spine connects to the wired reflex systems placed throughout his body. His hand slides down for his knife. Looks like he was working overtime tonight.
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Sep 15, 2014 00:24
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Initiative:2d6+11 16 Sawbones uses the kick of his own wired reflexes to grab a box of noodles (for the fightan' fuel you see) as he dives for the nearest corner of the isle. He pats at his coat pocket to make sure his beloved taser is still there then prepares to defend himself and his right to have the munchies with his life. Gridlocked fucked around with this message at 08:34 on Sep 15, 2014 |
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Sep 15, 2014 01:13
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Initiative: 7+1d6 13 At the first sign of trouble, Rick had his hand on his gun. He hesitated for a second, realizing these weren't the assassins he expected, but soon realized he was in for a fight anyway. Rick's glasses immediately linked with the smartgun system inside his handgun. With the handgun out and ready, Rick ducked behind the HoloQuik machine. Any cover was better than nothing.
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Sep 15, 2014 13:01
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Ellena "Embers" Allison Elf Decker/Doctor Init: 2d6+8 11 Embers, in the back corner of the store, lets out a small curse as the window explodes. These assholes were not officially in the way of her soykaf. She ducked down in the back corner of the frozen foods section, and started sweeping these chummers' PANs for a gun to destroy.
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Sep 15, 2014 14:22
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