|
 lol, as cool and confident as Charisma 2. You slide into the bar next to the woman, and she gives you a grin as she agrees to the drink. Flagging the bartender, she orders an vodka martini, "but with the real stuff, not that soy-synth poo poo", and he takes your drink order and gets to work. For a moment you sit with her in silence, your nose full of her too-musky perfume, enjoying the slight tingle of your mixed auras. Magic radiates off of her like most mages you've met, and the sheer magnitude is just a little intimidating; you had met other adepts working for Ares, sure, but she was like a drat lightning bolt compared to a bunch of hyper-bright LEDs. Then she offers you her hand and says, "Hi, Yanochka. Your soul, it is so similar. But I do not call my friend Shardik. Her name is Mishka, da?" Then she motions at your tattoos and asks, "And you are of Ares? Competing in the games?"  The dumpshock eating away at your weary body, you find your way back to your hotel and climb into bed. Before you can sack out, though, your commlink buzzes: the latest round of BTLs just hit the net, including StarBliƨƨ, the tripchip they've been hyping for the last three weeks, and six other chips ranging from a tropical spy adventure to an Exact Euphora moodchip that was supposedly ripped from Christy Daee riding the adrenaline high of a live concern. To sleep, or to get wrecked...  Early---too early---your commlink buzzes to light. The alarm wasn't supossed to have you up for another hour. Who the gently caress was calling you at 5:30 in the morning, anyway? It was Reggy Trotter's ID code, but the Ares network reported its source as an Ares-owned showroom floor in Tamanrasset. And the loving thing just rang and rang and rang and rang and rang.
|
#
?
Apr 22, 2014 14:04
|
|
|
|
| # ? Apr 23, 2024 09:02 |
|
|
 Matches Nuyen: 5480 TV Rating: 7 Cigars: 22 Edge 5/5 Karma: 8 Having your comm implanted in your head is pretty useful a lot of the time, but not being able to throw the loving thing against the wall every once and a while was pretty loving lame. Reggie you gently caress, you better be dead or at my door with some whores an' a sack a novacoke, calling me this fuckin eairly. Whatta you want? Matches is not a morning person.
|
|
#
?
Apr 22, 2014 17:09
|
|
|
QuantumNinja posted:
Karl's cybereyes take in this ravishing beauty without her knowledge (the wonders of advanced technology and microcameras!) and motions for the bartender to put the drinks on Ares' tab. Believe it or not, Karl isn't as experienced with women as you'd expect most big beefcake war vets to be -- being stationed in mostly male units in third world shitholes will have that effect unless you're a big fan of the BTL series Big Booty Babes. Sipping his beer smoothly without spilling it all over himself is a major accomplishment when being eyed by a foreign vixen with such a compelling aural signature. "Karl's the name. I just signed on with Ares for the games, looking forward to getting into some action." he says as he subtly flexes his muscles. Yanochka doesn't notice as she glances away to stir her drink. "I'm a desert wars vet and spent a couple years on Firewatch, so I think I can handle a few war games. What's your story? Your uniform says EVO, but your eyes tell a different story." Karl isn't exactly Mr. Subtle.
|
|
#
?
Apr 22, 2014 17:23
|
|
|
 Mr. White/Tony ¥: 33,380 TV Rating: 8.5 Cards in the Deck: 51/52 Edge: 3/4 Mr. White approaches the razorboy trolls at the ropes. "Gentlemen, I'm Mr. White, this is my good friend Mr. Talhoffer. If you're following the Desert Wars you know what we're about and who we're with, if not its no matter. I'm looking to make an inquiry with the businessmen over there playing Chiba Hold'em with wardrobes that are definitely worth more than all 4 of us combined. And if the inquiry is favorable, a business transaction. The usual type of inquiries for Tamanrasset based soldiers, just a bit more specialized in the request, off the books, and of course with the utmost discretion." Viva Miriya fucked around with this message at 17:29 on Apr 22, 2014 |
|
#
?
Apr 22, 2014 17:27
|
|
|
Darius Nuyen: 29030 TV Rating: 8 Armor: 18 Condition: 0/11P 0/11S Edge: 2/3 Insomnia - First Night: 11d6t5 4 Darius's frustrated mood lightened a bit when he saw Aleksi's message. Beggars couldn't be choosers and he didn't believe Flintlock would lead him astray. He smiled as he replied that 6 was good for him as far as he knew. He set down the book and turned back to the Ares catalog. After browsing through the archery section he decided to order some new arrows and then pushed everything aside to meditate. He always struggled to calm the wolf at night, and post-op it was especially difficult. The meditating helped though and tonight he found relief. He felt the wolf drift away from his surface thoughts and in his mind's eye he saw it lie down to sleep. He breathed out in relief and shortly afterwards fell asleep himself. OOC: I'm looking at getting new arrows from Run + Gun. Does Ares make any of them and if so is it just as simple as ordering them or are there other considerations? Potentially looking at getting a new foci as well. Does Ares have anything to do with with that or should Darius start looking tomorrow evening after/with Aleksi? Arkangelus fucked around with this message at 06:19 on Apr 23, 2014 |
|
#
?
Apr 22, 2014 20:38
|
|
|
Nina Walker TV Ratings: 7.5 As the group were secure and started to deal with their own issues, her priority number one was getting her deck back into working order. If she was in civilization, she'd have plenty of names, but here, she's probably not got quite that much free reign.
|
|
#
?
Apr 23, 2014 04:15
|
|
|
Sorry, y'all. My Tuesday/Wednesday gaps are usually pretty freaking busy. Angry at the commlink, you consider hitting your head hard enough against the wall to get it to shut up before answering. You could picture Reggie's grin with his response. "poo poo, man. Didn't know you were that against morning. I've got a few new guns in. I have to prep them for the Ares floor show tomorrow, but there are a ton here and I was wondering if you'd like to get your hands on them before they shipped out. They aren't exactly women and drugs, but I thought it would be worth calling for. Interested?" She took a long drink of her martini and then gave you a wry grin. "You flex your muscles like that, I might be of impression you are thinking this is going somewhere." After another drink, an a long silence, she continued. "Da, the patch is of EVO. They bought me from Red Army two years ago, for 'science'. The aura, it is... interesting, said scientists." She flexes her own arm, and you realize it's synthetic, a complete fake. But with the magic coming off of her, the sheer force of will, it was unlikely that the arm had done much to really impact her humanity. She looked it over and said, "It does not change me, the way it changes you. My aura is, how do you call, fluid? With EVO technology, aura flows over new arm like old arm. I became EVO soldier, did terrible things. I have seen Firewatch, and killed them. If you have worked in Europe, it is likely I have shot at you. But now Desert Wars. Better than pointless deaths for paychecks, nyet?" It was at that precise moment that you realized you hadn't stumbled into a potential hook-up, but found a fellow soldier enjoying a quiet bar for a few hours. She was here to reconcile the people she was going to kill the next four months, and it brought the games to the forefront of your mind, too. The smell of sulfur that would, very soon, soak into your very skin, and the sand that never seemed to wash all the way out of your scalp. You spend a few more moments with her, drinking in silence, when she says, "How many times for you? In the Desert Wars? What can I expect?"    One of the trolls looks you up and down, as if thinking for a moment, but before he can do much else one of the suited men comes over. He's got whiskey on his breathe and even more swimming through his cybereyes, irises slurring different shades as he looks the two of you over. His English is rough, a little broken. "Hey, you two, fuckin' [Japanese]. You got money, right? Ares [Japanese]. You want to play, we play." He motions you two to follow him to the Hold'Em table, and exchanges a few words with his colleagues in Japanese before another looks to you and speaks. "Excuse my friend. He is---enjoying his time here. Are you here to play cards? The big blind is 10,000. Let's see the credsticks." I'm going to need an Etiquette roll here, and Franz can Teamwork if he's going to help.  You spend the night dreaming of the hunt, of stalking through darkened woods and hunting unsuspecting prey. At first it's a rabbit, scared and fast, but later it becomes another wolf, fierce and stealthy, but by the time you catch up you're jumping at a woman's throat, spilling blood on the ground. And as you strike, you hear that same cry in Arabic, the one from the guard shack earlier that night, the meaningless plea for mercy that you couldn't translate, but that would've meant the same thing in any language. The wolf's in full motion, though, and your teeth sink into her neck all the same, but the screams stay with you. You can find anything of Avail 8 or less on the streets without trouble. If you're looking for something, you can roll Negotiation + Charisma + TV Rating, or attempt to requisition it from Ares by filling out a requisition form. Nothing is going to be name-brand Ares, so no discount, but none of the arrowheads are name-associated so it's fine.  You retreat back to your hotel room and start to strip apart the aluminum deck's casing. The problem was easy enough to see: the entire northbridge controller for the persona processor was seared to a blackened toast. It'd take about seven capacitors, three transistors, and a small array of resistors to get back into working order, but luckily Ares had shipped you out with plenty of extra hardware on hand. You spend the next hour stripping out seared hardware, and by the end of it the deck's booting again but a few of the ports on the box still aren't working. Deck Repairs: 13d6t5 5 That repairs 5 boxes. If you want to keep repairing it, rules are on pg. 228.
|
|
#
?
Apr 24, 2014 04:44
|
|
|
Mr. White/Tony ¥: 33,380 TV Rating: 8.5 Cards in the Deck: 51/52 Edge: 2/4 Mr. White produces a gold credstick from his breast pocket to hand to the gentlemen. He also produces a paper business card that states his name, Mr. Anthony White, Security Consultant, Ares Seattle. Nice but not too nice. Finally he produces a playing card, the back looks like a normal casino card but on the front is an death card varient of the ace of spades. "Anthony White, Naka-adu-san there's the nuyen, there's my I believe you call it a myshe, my business card. And that I'd be delighted to join you for a hand, let's play. Of course my friend will be joining us, thats not a problem is it?" White sits down for a game of hold'em to get them to warm up before he starts talking the business of the suit. Etiquette (Push The Limit): 9d6h5 5 Viva Miriya fucked around with this message at 05:23 on Apr 24, 2014 |
|
#
?
Apr 24, 2014 05:21
|
|
|
Mr. White puts his charm on, and after a few sentences in Japanese and several other comments made by the rest of the Shiawase executives, he finds himself sitting with Franz at their poker table. And after that, Mr. White has a handful of Shiawase-tagged poker chips in exchange for his credstick. Gambling: 13d6h5 8 + Gambling 3 Push The Limit: 9d6h5 3 + Gambling: 8d6t5 2 + Gambling 2: 7d6t5 2 + Gambling 2: 6d6t5 2 => 17 Shiawase Execs: 10d6t5+9d6t5+8d6t5+7d6t5+6d6t5 14 Mr. White's up quick, the first hand an all-in fiasco with a few flushes that barely edge out in his favor, but the Shiawase insist he stay a few more hands so as not to walk from the table with a smooth 150,000 nuyen. The looming troll razerboys helped make their point, too. though. Over the next twenty-five minutes, Mr. White plays a solid set of Chiba Hold'Em, and he's up a little over 30,000 nuyen. Over the course of the game, they also discuss exactly why Mr. White came to find them, and briefly converse in Japanese when he explains about the armor. As the game winds down, one of the suits, clearly the guy in charge, leans in and says, "Now you aren't going anywhere with all that money, right? You hand over those winnings, maybe a little more---an even fifty, say--- and come with us, for the night. Let us have a good time. And we shall get you a suit better than the one you're after. But if a reporter asks, you tell them who furnished it for you. Do we have a deal?" The suit offers his hand to Mr. White, palm-up, and in it is a small container of translucent breath stripe-like pieces of film. Whatever they are, they're clear they're what Mr. Technicolor Eyes was currently enjoying, likely a strange synthesis of amphetamines and hallucinogens that'd keep you feeling good until sunrise.
|
|
#
?
Apr 24, 2014 06:58
|
|
|
Mr. White/Tony ¥: 33,380 TV Rating: 8.5 Cards in the Deck: 51/52 Edge: 0/4 Mr. White takes the offered drugs and consumes it for a moment, letting it sit on his tongue and then under his tongue for the drug to be absorbed. Then he gets back to business without skipping a beat. "The offer is very agreeable, however I propose an alternative that I think you would agree to as well. You have my business card and you have my other card, I think its clear what I can offer you during the Desert Challenge. A hand that can be free to act in your interests. So long as those interests do not negatively affect Ares Macrotechnology in a serious way of course, I have my duties. That said, I desire more than a suit or some 'ware, you gentlemen have been good to me and great company during this game of ours and I would like that we remain friends, as I am sure we will become tonight. Friends do each other favors. So how about a favor for a favor. In addition to the suit which I'll be happy to wear in front of cameras, tell reporters all about its capabilities to rub in the noses of certain Ares employees, for a bit of drama to boost my ratings and for advertisement of your fine product. I believe it would be only right to include a simple augmentation package as well. A deltaware grade Sleep Regulator, it costs far less than the pot after one round of betting at your table but it can benefit all of us greatly. Needing only 3 hours sleep between every 48 hours leaves plenty of hours I can operate off the books. Plenty of time of time for work to be carried out even including my duty hours and missions." White pauses a moment to let the man take that in before finishing up and sealing the deal for him. A ace up his sleeve they can't refuse. "Of course I expect that you require additional effort on my part and a show of good faith. Cultured Bioware, especially deltaware is not easy to acquire and takes time to produce. If you agree to my terms, within the day, tommorow at the latest I'll be able provide you photographic and trideo proof of a new Saeder-Krupp Transport Helicopter in the field. I guarantee you'll find its capabilities quite interesting and alarming. I'd also expect early knowledge of this new craft's capabilities may save your forces countless lives when they make their appearance during the Desert Challenge proper if not before. After all its the cargo inside thats the most dangerous part of that equation." "Oh and of course, I expect my good friend Mr. Talhoffer to be taken care of as well. We are a team within a team, Al-Shaiyatin, the Devils. And we are both proficient and professional. You won't regret making our acquaintance." Mr. White looks the Shiawase Exec, the main guy, in the eyes and watches him carefully for his reaction. When he accepts, he'll join them at the after party where he'll no doubt get even higher, drunker, and go two or three at a time with escorts who probably make triple in a weekend what he made last run. In short the good life for a few hours, hopefully with Talhoffer along for the ride. Nothing like some poo poo like this to solidify a partnership too. Edited my response, forgot the golden rule cause I was in a rush earlier, never take the first offer of a Shiawase man. That said I'm sweetening the gently caress out of the pot because I want to solidify my relationship with this contact early. After I get back to base and in between training I'll take time to thoroughly edit the photos I took with my micro camera so that the "incriminating" part of the evidence is left out and only the advertised images remain. I mean clean out the metadata that shows when/where it was taken, who took the picture, crop the gently caress out of the background REALLY carefully. I mean really do a bang up job. I'll set aside like 2 hours of alone time after my scheduled day to do this by meeting with my decker contact who will clean up everything. I'd expect to have still photos, video, and trideo since thats what even a microcamera is capable of recording. 1800-2000 should be good. Also when I'm alluding to Talhoffer being taken care of I mean, he's riding with us to the party, he's getting a deltaware sleep regulator too, and that if they take this deal they gain not one but two Ares Operatives that can do runs for them off the books. Franz doesn't need a second chameleon suit so we're not hitting them that hard. Oh yeah here's a combined Gambling Test that might look prettier with similar results if you want to put that in. Edged the first two rolls (Push the limit) and went regular with the rest. Substitute that in if you'd like. Combined Gambling Test: 13d6h5+12d6h5+7d6t5+6d6t5+5d6t5 19 Viva Miriya fucked around with this message at 02:42 on Apr 25, 2014 |
|
#
?
Apr 24, 2014 07:04
|
|
|
QuantumNinja posted:
(drat, blew it again. What is it with women anyway? Why can't they be as straight-forward as men?) Karl internalized as his hopes of getting laid fizzled out. "First time in the Desert Wars, but not the first time in the desert. I spent years picking sand out of my buttcrack and riding uncooperative camels. As for what you can expect, I hope you like hot and dry weather, sweat stains, and chugging hydro packs. So far we're taken care of better in the Wars than I ever was in the military, but that's based on one day in a hotel instead of many years in a barracks." He eyes the synthetic cyberlimb and does a cursory check for any other obvious cyberware. "Why did you get the augments, sister? I found I couldn't keep up with the rest of the slags in my platoon without them and they've saved my rear end more than once so Bear approves. Does EVO foot the bill for your improvements?"
|
|
#
?
Apr 24, 2014 13:41
|
|
|
Matches Nuyen: 5480 TV Rating: 7 Cigars: 15 Edge 5/5 Karma: 0 Ah, Reg you little gently caress, you know my weakness for new toys. gently caress yea I wanna paw them over, lemme get dressed and I'll be right fuckin over. Oh, dunno how long your gonna be stuck in this shithole, but I found a guy who sells real deal loving Cubans. He wants a loving fortune for them, but what you gonna do? I'll bring you over a half dozen on account of you being such a great loving alarm clock. And with that, Matches drags himself out of bed, dresses, and heads out, the smell of cigar smoke trailing behind him.
|
|
#
?
Apr 24, 2014 14:42
|
|
|
 Birch Rating: 7.5 HC: 9/9 SC: 2/9 QuantumNinja posted:
Definitely sleep. Birch has his own hefty supply of Beetles, and he doesn't need to plug in that often. Especially in his current state.
|
|
#
?
Apr 24, 2014 20:32
|
|
|
Franz Talhoffer Assets: 4500¥ Rating: 9  Sitting back and leaving White to the cards, Franz idly examines the Troll razerboys. They seem competent enough, so he strikes up a conversation. "So, how are zose reflex boosters friend? I hear Shivase makes zem so smooth that you barely feel it. I prefer ze new Ares series personally. I like feeling ze bite as it mounts my spine. You liking ze- White, please, leave zem with something for christs sake,zey have families!" Franz looks on at the ongoing game, watching White run rings around the Shiawase suits, smiling quietly to himself behind his shades. Upon the conclusion, he claps White on the back, and sits back in his chair, lighting a cigarette. "Of course, I vould be more zan receptive to a little... Unofficial vork. A man cannot afford to turn it down in zis economy, no? Ah, but only so many hours in ze day. If only zere were a way to catch a set of zose sleep regulators I've heard so much about..." Franz grins, obviously enjoying the chance to relax. "I do believe ve are in agreement zen?" In response to the Shiawase Exec: "You like to party? Because ve loove to party." Taking one of the strips, Franz inhales deeply, positively melting into a hallucinogenic bliss of neon lights, smoke, and euphoric dancing. Around him, the world seems to be... Electric ViscerusIgnea fucked around with this message at 23:30 on Apr 24, 2014 |
|
#
?
Apr 24, 2014 22:52
|
|
|
One of the razorboys replies by sliding his hand past Franz ear, faster than eyes can really track, and then comes back, looking as normal-speed as ever. "They've got that poo poo hammered out, you know/ It's like some cultured bioware, but glassier. I don't feel the muscle burn, the ache, just the glide. The 'Ares bite' makes you feel like it's working, but the Shiawase blood shows you." The executive squares his jaw and says, "We will give you the suit, and you will come with us tonight, but you are an unknown asking us for a lot of money, Mr. White. And if my commlink is correct, you are not just an unknown but a shadow worker from Seattle. And you do not know ishin-denshin: you are not the sort of person I could been seen to associate with upon one meeting. We will shelf the discussion of wealthy delta-grade bioware until you have proven your worth, and until you have proven it well enough that I can sell you to my associates. Kiyomoto in particular. For now I can offer you two thousand nuyen for the footage, because I am certain you are not the only one with it." He offers Mr White his hand, but before he can shake, or object, the world goes sideways: the drugs kick in, and darkness glows while light dims away. Blues become rich and bleeding, but reds become faint and secretive. The technicolor-eyed man looks to be shifting from an overbearing, blue-eyed angel to a dim, red demon, and the whole world looks slightly out of focus, like you're looking at it through a glass of water. But beyond that, a wave of euphoria hits your brain and suddenly the money seems so... meaningless. What's money, when you can just feel like this? And why would you waste this feeling bickering over bioware and payment? The next few hours are a blur, full of more strips, bottles and bottles of alcohol, some snortable powder, clubs whose names you either can't remember or simply didn't exist, and beautiful women from around the world. The music moves from double-speed Elftronica to Trollcore dubstep to grungy Desertjazz. It was hard to say how long the strips lasted, and if you were taking them to avoid a come-down or just intensify the high: they did both, in spades. But it didn't matter, the psychological effects took care of all the concerns. You two find yourself in a small cafe near sunrise, somehow separated from the Shiawase executives, with a girl who speaks fluent French and nothing else. You're sipping espresso to fight the hangover, two hours from the Meet and Greet, and probably in need of showers. @MrWhite: You should realize that trying to tell him footage of those helicopters will make it clear that Ares performed that hit, because Shiawase has other reporters that would've filmed them and the whole scene. "The desert does not sound like a pleasant place, then, but still it is better than living in Siberia. I Just hope I do not have to shoot at you." She finishes her martini and catches you looking at her arm. "I lost it. Renraku container ship, and one falled. I lost the arm at the elbow, and it went into ocean before I saved it. EVO fashioned the new one, the... They call it zetaware, and it helps to contain the, how do you call, aura?" She looked down the bar, seeming uncomfortable with where the conversation had gone, and then rose from her seat. "I am going to bed, but I hope to see you again Karl. Maybe if we find each other in the desert, I might own you an evening." She rises and leaves, headed up the hotel's stairs. Not a bad way to kill a few minutes, watching her disappear. Mark her down as a contact. Connection 4, Loyalty 1. You end up at Reggie's armory on the second sublevel of the main Ares corporate building a few blocks away. It's a huge shop, fluorescent-lit with the forever-smell of sulfur burned into the walls. when you get there, the squat dwarf is waist-deep next-gen Ares gear of every size and shape. He smiles up at you and points to a steel table, and your eyes follow: it's lined with a ton of strange weapons, gunmetal and black steel, all stamped with Ares logos. He sets aside the stripped laser rifle, totters to join you at it, and goes down the row. "This first one here, it's a new machine pistol, supposed to replace the Crusader II. It's got the same smartgun system, but they dumped the gas-vent for an internal silencer and ripped off the Yamaha electric fire recoil mechanism. Thing lives off a watch battery, but it's got a full-auto mode." "Next, we got the Black Hood. It's supposed to be an Executioner replacement, got a jacked smartgun system on it that can run an autosoft. It still kicks like an rear end in a top hat, though, so I shoved a gas-vent system on the front." "This next beauty is the Ares Omega: they took the grenade launcher off the Alpha best part of the loving gun and made a stand-alone version off the Alpha's frame. Bullpup magazine and everything. drat thing kicks, but it's got burst-fire if you can believe that poo poo. We can't set off real grenades down here, but I've shoved a few mags full of smoke to play with." "This last one is---you remember that weird old shotgun Ares made, the GunPod? This is the new one, burst fire, gas-vented with a foregrip, and it folds up like the last one. Folded up, it could sink to the bottom of a pool and it'd still fire afterwards. It's got an internal magazine, too. Two, actually, each holds eight rounds, and it's got a selector on it, too: one, two, or alternating." "I wouldn't be surprised if Ares hands some of this poo poo off to you out in the field in the games to get some hype up for their new releases." Then Reggie turns to you with a grin. "What one do you want to try first?"  Commlinks start to buzz, 6:00 or 7:00, for the Meet and Greet wake-up call. It starts at 8:00, but prep time can be a real help. How do you get ready for the Meet and Greet? What else do you do with your night or morning?
|
|
#
?
Apr 25, 2014 08:22
|
|
|
Not gonna lie kinda drunk atm so I need to sleep over and think on it but I never implied Ares in poo poo, only myself. I told them I could present them proof of a new prototype and whatever the gently caress some shiawase reporter can provide will pale to the trideo I can provide that shows their approach. How many shiawase affiliated reporters are equipped with military grade audio enhancement gear. How many of them can do what Mr. White did. Those same shiawase reporters can also report to their superiors of the grisly murder that took place in room 248 whose perpetrator no one caught. Enough said.
|
|
#
?
Apr 25, 2014 10:24
|
|
|
Matches Nuyen: 5480 TV Rating: 7 Cigars: 15 Edge 5/5 Karma: 0 Which one you think I wanna fuckin try first?. Matches grins ear to ear, which somehow still comes across as menacing. He is already trying to workout the best combo of grenades to fire in a burst. poo poo, you could load HE, then two frags, blast away cover, then fuckin shred a gently caress. Or maybe two HEs then a WP, blow out the windows and doors, then start a firestorm inside. gently caress, this loving thing is gonna be so loving sweet. This thing gotta smartlink on it? Fuckin wireless capacities? Bein able to loving lob a few nades over a wall, then blow um a second later would be loving great.
|
|
#
?
Apr 25, 2014 19:44
|
|
|
Mr. White/Tony ¥: 33,380 TV Rating: 8.5 Cards in the Deck: 51/52 Edge: 0/4 On the way to the party White leans over to talk to the Top Executive in the car, and speaks low just for him. "I've been thinking what you said, ishin-deshin. I don't know its meaning but the context is clear. Face, I get that. Your information is correct, I have run the shadows plenty in Seattle. Aztechnology at first and then Ares. But I've done good work for Shiawase in the past, though I never knew you were employing me until the job was well past done. Very admirable how you conduct your affairs. As I said before the footage will be a show of good faith, a gift. The area where your own reporters will confirm the sighting is breaking news right now, I think you will easily know which headline." White says giving the man a moment to digest that and read his response further before continuing on. "As the unknown factor in this equation, allow me to make myself more known to you. I need you to understand something about the way I work. I carry out my tasks by any means required to reach the client. There was a client I needed to visit that was in a secure area. I aided some of the locals in venting their frustration to give myself an opening to make the introduction. I expected them to die like the usual rabble but they succeeded beyond all expectations in their goals. No matter, its a bigger news story that will blot out any peep that might be mentioned about my thing. This too your own reporters there can confirm. So you know I speak truth and that I'm very capable in extraordinary circumstances." "Although I ultimately do answer to Ares, I have my own tasks to complete during the challenge and alot of latitude in carrying them out. I'm trusted to do very difficult work and produce results, and I have. I tell you this story not to brag or for bravado, but as a potential employer, as my new friend, you should understand the product being marketed and its capabilities, its parameters. Otherwise I'd have just been happy with acquiring a new suit from a poker game and kept my mouth shut about everything else including what I just told you now, and we'd never see each other again. However in this world, things change and are in constant flux. Opportunities present themselves and someone you thought an enemy one day is in a position to be your friend. Anyway I hope that gives you better insight into me and how I operate for any future meetings and discussions." White leans back in the limo enjoying the high alongside Franz. "Enough talk of business, lets get to the real fun of the night. A toast to new friendships, and getting really hosed up!" White says lifting a glass of whatever the rest of the execs are having in the limo before they get to the place. After the party Killing time at the cafe with Franz and the french girl, who had to have come from the same party they were at with the Shiawase execs. He can't remember if she was just someone who was there at the club, an escort, or whatever. He's too hosed up to remember, however he has nothing but time till the meet and greet so it'd be stupid not to try to entertain the lady. White tries to talk to her in english but the language barrier is an issue. He makes a game out of it, you know the usual "hey can you teach me french I teach you english" bit, aided by matrix searching a french/english dictionary and translating his words. "Ok let me try this uhh Donk, si key vous amèn à Tamanrasset, sûreamente past le temps. Ok? You understand? Vous uh comprenz. Ok good lets try this Cael est votre nom jolie fille. Your name love." White says trying to break the ice and get her to laugh a bit. He'll keep the conversation flowing, trying to chat her up about everything really. Her interests, the club, the sights they've seen traveling, things like that. Hopefully leaving with her number as a woman who hangs around that particular circle of people would be able to tell him alot about the rumors and gossip going around the town. And of course she's French! Or at least French enough, enough said. "poo poo we got two hours left, lets get back to base get showered up. Take like 6 espressos to go or something and then lets get ready to look nice for the cameras." White looks back at Franz for a moment finishing up a drink before he speaks again. "So we're in this together ey, Brothers in arms?" If the french girl hasn't left them yet, he'll offer to share a cab with her or make sure she gets to where she needs to go. Least he can do right? Once they get back White will dress himself in Ares issue Desert Fatigues with his nametape on, no rank markings, and a garrison cap to go with his mirrorshades. He'll go check into medical for a pick me up. He's also very interested to chat with the media about the idea him and Franz came up with during the cab ride home of a matrix vid series that they can do during the games. More ratings, more money, more fame, and of course more parties. Please update me on the suit stats, when it will be delivered if those details were discussed at the party, and any contacts I made amongst the executives. Also if the french girl can be picked up either in the usual sense or as a contact to keep me informed about what loose lips might say in the coming days. Oh yeah the hosed up french sentences are me asking her "What brings you to Tamanrasset, surely it isn't the weather." and "Whats your name pretty girl." thats how google translate came out with a touch of me loving up the words on purpose like anyone probably would trying to say something for the first time. Double Edit: Kiyomoto=the old MFID head who the Neo-Genyosha faction owe their allegiance too. So I'm basically proving myself so they can see if I can run against MFID/Shiawase on their behalf, not that I realize this IC. I'll be doing my research in the coming weeks though. Still holy poo poo, high stakes, I like this. Viva Miriya fucked around with this message at 01:26 on Apr 26, 2014 |
|
#
?
Apr 25, 2014 22:15
|
|
|
Quick data post, but Nina intends on the following few things: A) Get deck fixed B) Find info on Desert Wars of years past C) See if she can't get a line into what they're doing in the future Dunno how long the first will take until I roll it. How much time, assuming Nina wants a full night's sleep?
|
|
#
?
Apr 26, 2014 01:08
|
|
|
@CisMaleTheSensitiv: You need to make a Body + Willpower roll to see if you can even make it through those sentences on the drugs, and a second one for the hangover. @ViscerusIgnea: You need to make a Body + Willpower for the hangover. @thelazyblank: Make some repair rolls, then some matrix search rolls. @bunnielab: Make an attack roll.
|
|
#
?
Apr 26, 2014 02:50
|
|
|
Drugs: 7d6t5 3 Drugs pt 2: 7d6t5 3 Also I dont expect if im really hosed up for the words to come out exactly how I said. But I should be able to get the point across at least before I'm too hosed up to care.
|
|
#
?
Apr 26, 2014 03:32
|
|
|
Nina Walker TV Ratings: 7.5 Using the kit, she continues to poke around with the machine, gently prying some of the ports out to check all the pieces to see if they're even worth salvaging. Her deck's been good to her, but it's a makeshift beast, and some little new parts couldn't hurt. Plus, if she gets it working again, she can get to work on a real project. She pulls out a few more fried wires, looking at them oddly. "Next time, can't treat it like a milk run. Need to be prepared, see what I'm getting into." Fixing poo poo #1: 13d6t5 4, giving me 1/10 left on the deck Fixing poo poo #2: 13d6t5 3 to clear it up. Matrix Search: 10d6t5 5 to search about the Desert Wars. Not sure how many rolls you wanted, but go ahead and roll out the rest, if there are any.
|
|
#
?
Apr 26, 2014 05:10
|
|
|
Matches Nuyen: 5480 TV Rating: 7 Cigars: 15 Edge 5/5 Karma: 0 Matches steps up to the firing line and shoulders the launcher. Bullpups were always slightly worrying, what with your loving face resting against the loving chamber. But, Reg was good at his job and, to the best of Matches' knowledge, didnt want him dead. All right motherfucker, show me what you can do Bug fun with new toys: 16d6t5 6
|
|
#
?
Apr 26, 2014 11:25
|
|
|
Darius Nuyen: 29030 TV Rating: 8 Armor: 18 Condition: 0/11P 0/11S Edge: 2/3 Darius woke up from his fitful sleep at the wake-up call at 700. He checks to see if Aleksi has replied with a place to meet then grabs a bite to eat and gets ready. He debates for a few minutes over what he's supposed to wear but ultimately decides to wear his combat gear. Maybe he'd feel a bit safer with all his armor on, though he knew it wouldn't stop the weaponry of the vultures he was about to face. Then he heads straight over to the meet and greet. Hopefully Ares would have someone to help him figure out what exactly he was supposed to be doing at the coming debacle.
|
|
#
?
Apr 27, 2014 00:43
|
|
|
pm or am?
|
|
#
?
Apr 27, 2014 07:17
|
|
|
AM
|
|
#
?
Apr 27, 2014 07:53
|
|
|
[Bell] Bell pounds the com-link's snooze button with her fist. Staring at the ceiling, she wills herself to get up when she sees her com-link show the time is 0600 in bright green numbers. Grousing, she stands up on the bed and get ready to fresh up for the day. Semi-casual formal, she thought while heading to the bathroom. To show that she wasn't a thug or a knuckledragger but also she wasn't a pretty face.
|
|
#
?
Apr 27, 2014 19:29
|
|
|
Sorry, my weekend has been eaten by Dark Souls 2. I'll write a post tomorrow morning, time-skipping to the start of the meet 'n' greet!
|
|
#
?
Apr 28, 2014 00:23
|
|
|
Wow these are getting long. You pick up the Omega and its smartlink comes to life, projecting probably burst locations and likely scatter as concentric ARO spheres halfway down the range. With a built-in wireless detonator and recoil compensation, if it could cook you might consider marrying it. Shouldering the weapon, you neatly burst three grenades down-range, the heavy weapon kicking a bit as the powder-filled dummy grenades go soaring. Over the next two hours, you mess around with all of the hardware Reggie had brought out. The Black Hood wasn't exciting, but Reggie had set it up for wetwork and it was just the sort of thing a bunch of cybered-out ninjas would carry rappelling down a building in Denver. The Gun Pod II had an excellent roar to it, the dual magazine system making for some fun times for double-taps. The Crusader II was an interesting enough machine pistol, with a rapid-fire electronic system that sent bullets out so fast that recoil wasn't a problem by virtue of the fact that the rounds had left the gun by the time the muzzle started climbing. Reggie also let you fire off the laser cannon he was working on, but it kept having sporadic discharge issues and he made a comment that it "never gets hot enough" to be effective. Even so, it looked like a new Ares model so maybe you'd see some in the Desert Wars. As 8 o'clock approached, you said your goodbyes and headed for the Meet and Greet, but on your way out Reggie offers you a large ammo box with Ares' logo stamped across it. "Just something I managed to set aside for you. Don't use it all in one place." On your way to the media event, you take a peek inside: there are 600 rounds for your M202, and the belts alternate bullet-by-bullet between flare rounds and capsule rounds full of what you assume must be napalm. If nothing else, Reggie knew you well. You make it most of the way through your thoughts in the executive's car, but either you didn't say what you thought you had, or he hadn't heard you (you watched him eat three of those little strips moments after you ate a single one), or maybe you weren't even in a car and that wasn't an executive, but the conversation didn't seem to get much further. He gave you a look halfway between what you'd expect from a bored gas station attendant and an MDMA-hyped raver kid, and it was hard to gauge his response. But in the morning his comm number is in your commlink, so something probably went right. The girl struggles to get through a conversation with you, scarfing down hash browns and coffee and smoking French cigarettes between broken pieces of English. You gathered that she was a software designer, hired for ARO design for media coverage or media events or something. But you get her number, some commlink code that belongs to a European design firm, but she takes her own cab after paying for her share of the bill. You get back, changed, and drugged up with a nice receptor blocker. The medic, still on duty from when he gave you the Jazz fix, seems incredulous that your first course of actions was to go score different drugs after that hard a come-down, but he doesn't seem willing to lecture you on proper healthcare this morning. Which is good. Next is a cab with Franz to the Meet and Greet. You're down one charisma until you get a full night's sleep. Suit stats and delivery timetable are currently fluid. The girl is a new contact, Charlena Clemenceau, Connection 2 / Loyalty 1. The exec is also a contact, Connection 10 / Loyalty 1, and you didn't get his name. But you're swimming with sharks, so take care not to get bit. Drug Hangover: 7d6t5 2 The comedown from the drugs hits you a lot harder than your new combat buddy, and you spend most of the time in the diner staring at the little dancing dots on the speckled table and wishing they'd stop moving. The coffee helps a bit, but even so it was going to take a while to sleep this one off. But you get a bunch of numbers in your commlink that night, which was really the point, so it's hard to complain when everything is said and done. After a shower and a shave and a little trip to the medical bay where you get a nice injection of something that cleans you right up, you get into another cab and head off to the Meet and Greet. You're down one intuition and two charisma until you get a full night's sleep. The girl is a new contact, Charlena Clemenceau, Connection 2 / Loyalty 1. The exec is also a contact, Connection 10 / Loyalty 1, and you didn't get his name. It's almost 3 in the morning by the time you've got your deck back together and booted up, but the fresh hardware feels just a touch snappier than before, so the time was well-spent. Before you sleep, though, you jack in and start a few scripts to scrape up some of the rarer information on the Desert Wars. You find a few of the rarer files: one is a full experience report written by a Renraku soldier that was on a winning team two years ago, and he describes a number of the operations in detail, including the hostage rescue where they blew out two walls of Lone Star's base and covered the place in EMP grenades. Orders from on high had been to make sure none of the Lone Star were harmed, and Renraku had assumed it was a Face thing, but it turned out that it was part of the scoring parameters for that particular rescue: every hostage was forty points, but every dead Lone Star soldier was minus twenty. A lot of the other missions went similarly: clearing a minefield with double scores for mine detonation, holding an old Libyan military facility for forty-eight hours, with bonus points for each hour the generator was off, and even a weird geocaching race where each cache was full of high-powered rockets, but each rocket fired lost points if they were fired out of order, but rewarded points if they were used, in reverse serial number order, to detonate other geocaches. And there was apparently a Barghest hunt, too, at some point, and the trideo of that was both interesting and terrifying. Then you start to find the rumors, the expense reports for this year's games: the massive bill for Ares' armored infrastructure division, billions of nuyen funneled into some sort of mana barrier project, and four separate incidents where EVO billed for 'Aura Consultation Services'. While the Matrix games were getting bigger, it looked like something else was stirring: something magical. And that tracked, too, with your team composition: Ares had taken more adepts and mages in as new competitors this year than the last three combined. Ask me anything else you want. I'm not sure what you were looking for, so I tried to be general. The Desert Wars are broadcast for profits, so almost everything in terms of normal coverage is at your fingertips. After a little more research, you crash out, netting maybe four hours of sleep before you haul yourself out of bed and head to the Meet and Greet. You've got a location on your commlink when you wake up: it's a little theater, the kind where they have walls and walls of pornographic BTLs for people willing to pay top dollar for a little private time in a small booth. While this sort of operation wasn't precisely illegal in the city, it certainly was the kind of place that attracted the stranger crowds, those into heavy drugs unlike the ones you could buy in any club on the main square. More importantly, it was the perfect kind of place to make a business deal---or to get robbed.  You've got a strange message waiting for you: it's from the Stonecutters guild, and while it's signed on their usual encryption channels there isn't a sender. There is, however, an invitation to a dinner party at 7 o'clock on the dot, "Beard Optional, Formalwear Required." Certainly some kind of black tie affair, and it was being held in one of the largest hotels downtown, Banquet Floor 3. The invitation even included a passphrase: "Gems Gleam!" What the christ. But there was a lot to do today before that, including shopping for some Ares-branded formalwear (if such a thing existed). You all arrive roughly on time, and before you can get very far into the building you're whisked away into doors labelled "Wardrobe and Make-up". There are small chairs for each of you, along with custom-tailored, fresh-pressed Ares Victory Rapid Transit Diamond (+3 Social Limit), freshly-hemmed pantsuits in both male and female cuts. You're instructed to change before hairdressers and make-up artists get a chance to give you each a twice-over, prepping you for the cameras. In all the chaos, though, it becomes clear that Dess is missing---strange. In half an hour, 0830 sharp, the lot of you are marched out to a huge floor full of reporters milling around glass cases displaying the latest Ares Macrotechnology inventions. The up-and-coming Gun Pod II is ARO-painted in a corner for the room, and along the south wall are a number of Black Hood submachine guns with gel rounds running autosofts and spitting out silenced bullets as dummy targets. The north wall is covered in buffet lines with TV-famous Gaston Vanlaere whipping up crepes for anyone willing to wait. In the middle, as the focal point, is a factory-new Ares Venture, complete with every last bell and whistle. A lot of the reporters look tired, underdressed, or covered in sand, like they had been through a bit of a rough night. You're assembled next to the rest of Alpha Company, in front of a large stage that takes up much of the eastern wall, alongside Bravo and Charlie companies, and Damien Knight himself walks out onstage with a smile and a wave. He clears his voice into his subdermal microphone, immediately garnering the entire room's attention. "Good morning! I am Damien Knight, President and CEO of Ares Macrotechnology. I come to you this morning to introduce you to our best and our brightest, the Ares Macrotechnology Desert Challenge teams. Behind me are Alpha Company, led by Company Commander Ricardo Juan Guetti, Bravo Company, led by Company Commander Anatya Kova, and Charlie Company, led by Company Commander Mazi Keishi. These are the best and the brightest: Commander Guetti used to lead Ares Firewatch, Commander Kova previously oversaw all Ares Europe covert operations, and Commander Keishi was hand-poached from the Red Samurai by yours truly." "I'd like to personally welcome all of you to the official Ares Macrotechnology Media Meet and Greet. I hope you'll enjoy some food prepared by world-famous Gaston Vanlaere, consult some of our top-tier engineers about the new line of Ares products on display before you, and, last but not least, get to know our Desert Challenge competitors." "Now before I turn these people loose to mingle with you, I understand that there was a Berber rebel attack in the early hours of this morning on a major reporter housing facility. I would like to first convey my deepest condolences: without this crowd of people, this brave group, the Desert Wars would not be possible. I understand that Saeder-Krupp had a team training nearby and were able to quickly dispatch units to secure the area, but the Berber rebels dealt critical damage to a large collection of transportation vehicles necessary for coverage of the upcoming games. To help show our appreciation for your hard work, day in and day out, Ares is prepared to loan a factory-new Ares Venture to every single reporter that needs one. See Sandii Shar in the back there, the woman with the ARO over her head, to arrange this." "Again, thank you all for coming, and I hope you have a fantastic time here. I give you the 2072 Ares Macrotechnology Desert Challenge Companies." Then Damien strode back off-stage as reporters shouted questions after him, and the crowd started to regain its old volume as Commander Guetti turned to you and said,"Disperse, and have fun. You've about to spend four months in sand and heat, so get the crepes while you can." The Ares companies start to disperse and mingle. Mark the new threads as inventory. What do you do?
|
|
#
?
Apr 28, 2014 19:33
|
|
|
Mr. White/Tony ¥: 33,380 TV Rating: 8.5 Cards in the Deck: 51/52 Edge: 0/4 White needs sleep, he needs it bad. Still things must be done during the day. He comms his decker to set up a face to face meet in his quarters, making it appear to be a social call and promising to bring him a crepe or three however he wants it made and heads out. Soon as he's face to face with him and stuffing his face with him, he slips him the microcamera. "Edit the trid and pictures on this. I need metadata cleaned, anything that would implicate the company in any way, the works. Be thorough. Just the relevant points of interest for dissemination to the top. Give me a hard copy when you are done as well." White tells the guy as he skims through the trid and points out the stealth helicopters and the saeder krupp guys coming out of them. "Comm me when you get done, I'll bring you lunch." After that, he goes to to medical to try to get a SIQ (Sick in Quarters) chit so he can get 8 hours of sleep and skip the inter unit training. Or at least some more drugs to keep him alert and going through that training till he can shut down finally and get some sleep. He'll handle the drop with the Shiawase exec later but for now this is what matters. And that would require some serious tradecraft to get done without any connections being made in the slightest. In regards to slipping away from the crowd and getting away clean from the meet after enjoying some crepes. Also some perception Rolls to see if I notice or hear anyone trailing my rear end. Sneaking: 16d6t5 6 Perception: Visual (Mirrorshades): 13d6t5 6 Limit on this is 7 due to Vision Enhancement 2. Perception: Audio (Regular rear end Knife Ears): 9d6t5 2 On the way back from the Decker meet. Sneaking: 16d6t5 8 Limited to 7 hits due to physical limit. Perception: Visual (Mirrorshades): 13d6t5 7 Limit on this is 7 due to Vision Enhancement 2. Perception: Audio (Regular rear end Knife Ears): 9d6t5 4 Viva Miriya fucked around with this message at 20:24 on Apr 28, 2014 |
|
#
?
Apr 28, 2014 20:20
|
|
|
Matches Nuyen: 5480 TV Rating: 7 Cigars: 15 Edge 5/5 Karma: 0 Reg you motherfucker, you really know how to make a girl feel fuckin loved. Let me know if you can sneak out for a fuckin drink sometime. Matches hurries back to the barracks to stash his new toys. Then he heads off to the meet-n-greet, excited only for the food tables. Upon arriving at the venue and seeing the loving outfit he was supposed to wear, Matches almost stormed out right there, gently caress them and their contracts, let those motherfuckers try and cut his loving 'ware out of him. But moments later, he calmed down and remembered his current mantra, "Revenge is a dish best served by lighting those motherfuckers on fire". And his chance to light said motherfuckers on fire would only get better the longer he put up with this loving pansy rear end poo poo. Wardrobe, hair, and makeup were only able to do so much to improve his appearance. In fact, the heavy stage makeup somehow made him look worse, like a corpse who's relatives really cheeped out on. No loving matter, he went right into the bathroom and washed that poo poo off the second he was released into the room. The suit was loving awful as well but he didnt think he could get away with ditching that, and anyway, he had no loving idea where they stuck his loving street clothes. Having already had some time on the new hardware, Matches decides to head right for the buffet and then see if he can sneak off for a fuckin smoke. bongwizzard fucked around with this message at 21:13 on Apr 28, 2014 |
|
#
?
Apr 28, 2014 21:07
|
|
|
You meet up with the decker, who has a room room two buildings over and forty floors up. After making a quick drop, he rolls his eyes. "Don't worry about lunch. I've got four other things to do first anyway, so this won't be done until eight or nine tonight. What's on it, what am I stripping out? And why do you look like a burned-out Jazz junkie that hasn't slept all night?" When you get to medical, one of the nurses looks you over and offers you a pair of small, red pills. "Take these of these and get out here. Mr. Knight sent a memo: the companies are to be at the Meet and Greet, and we're to give you anything you need to stay on your feet for it. So get back out there before they start calling here looking for you. They should keep you up for about eight hours, but go to bed after that." Before you know it, you're back in the Media Meet and Greet, bleary-eyed but awake. A reporter approaches you, an older man with cybernetic eyes that were clearly recording you. "Hello, Tony, right? I caught your interview the other day: good stuff! I was wondering if you had a few comments about your experience in the Desert Wars so far. What's it like to be part of such a huge competition, where your actual life is on the line?" The make-off came off easy, unlike combat paint, and you even managed to do it without getting your shirt too wet. A few reporters try to strike up conversations as you head to the buffet, but a stiff shoulder and a slight growl are enough to get them to look for a quote elsewhere. You get a number of well-made crepes at the buffet, and while you do one of the Ares troops attempts to strike up a conversation with you. "So, what do you think about this whole Meet and Greet thing? Just a big loving dog and pony show, huh? But you see Mr. Knight on the stage: he eats that stuff up. You're part of Alpha Company, right? I'm in Alpha Company Armored: I'm the gunner." He points out the datajack behind his ear, and from the extensive scarring across his neck and collarbone, it's clear this guy has seen some action before. "This is my third time out. First time for you? Worried about anything? Got a cigarette?"
|
|
#
?
Apr 28, 2014 22:04
|
|
|
Darius Nuyen: 29030 TV Rating: 8 Armor: 18 Condition: 0/11P 0/11S Edge: 2/3 Darius's immediate attention was focused on fighting the anxiety inherent in the meet and greet when he first arrived. He didn't much like all the people fussing over how he looked. In the end he was forced to confess that he did look rather dashing after all their efforts. When it comes out that Dess is missing he becomes rather concerned and asks after her with his teammates and if unsuccessful then he attempts to ask the Alpha Company Commander. Even though she'd taken a lot of punishment she had seemed like she was going to pull through fine, you never know with these things though. OOC: Are we counting that as enough sleep to refresh edge or no?
|
|
#
?
Apr 29, 2014 07:35
|
|
|
Karl Bradford Rating 7 / Nuyen 24683 / 8 Karma http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=3616949&userid=0&perpage=40&pagenumber=1#post427111195 Karl navigates through the meet and greet as professionally as possible and considers it a major success that he didn't say frag, slag, or douchebag even once! He did his best to play the "strong, silent type" and answer when spoken to as succinctly as possible, and hopefully nobody noticed his profusely sweating hands or shaky, watery, nervous eyes. ("Why can't cybereyes be made to not cry?") he wonders, and files that thought away in the Great Ideas folder.
|
|
#
?
Apr 29, 2014 13:05
|
|
|
Birch Rating: 7.5 HC: 9/9 SC: 9/9 Birch wakes up after a long nights sleep with only the merest of headaches from the dumpshock the night before. Before heading out to the Meet & Greet, Bitch takes this opportunity to download a few programs for his RCC. A biofeedback filter, an encryption protocol, and a matrix shell. Among other things, this gives him a significant edge should another drone of his come under fire or be destroyed. The Kestrels death was not an experience he wanted to repeat. At the meet and greet itself, Birch shuffles around, impatient. He hadn't eaten in since yesterday afternoon. He had every respect for Mr. Knight. The man paid his bills after all. But WHY did he have to keep talking? There was bacon that was getting cold! Birch sighed with relief when Commander Guetti dismissed them. Now, to make it to the buffet, and that delicious bacon he KNOWS is there, without being accosted by some nosy inkslinging paparazzi type. Can he make it?
|
|
#
?
Apr 29, 2014 16:51
|
|
|
Bell 'Casustic Bell' Underhilde Body 12/12 Stun 10/10 Edge 3/3 Rating: 7 Nyugen: 28k Karma 8 Beards optional, oh loving ha. The time will come where we burn Tolkien's works in a fire for him perpetuating that piece of bullshit lore, Bell angrily erases the message. After a few moments, she taps her comm-link to look for a listing of tailors that sell formal attire along with emergency tailoring. Several hours later... Crepes....,Bell heads over to the buffet table, nodding and smiling towards the milling crowd while taking advantage of her status to snatch a few for herself. A shame she probably couldn't catch a few for the road but probably not the best idea to ask for take-out at a fancy place.
|
|
#
?
Apr 29, 2014 17:21
|
|
|
Matches Nuyen: 5480 TV Rating: 7 Cigars: 15 Edge 5/5 Karma: 0 Yeah, parta Squad A3, assualt. And nope, fist loving time at this loving thing. Matches removes a small plasteel case from his jcket and removes two cigars. No cigs but I got a few of these beautiful motherfuckers, assuming you know a spot we can slip outa here from. Matches figures that making some allies outside of his team might be a good idea, and anyway, with Gunners you usually have something to fuckin talk about.
|
|
#
?
Apr 29, 2014 17:50
|
|
|
Mr. White/Tony ¥: 33,380 TV Rating: 8.5 Cards in the Deck: 51/52 Edge: 0/4 With The Decker. "Whats on it: I just showed you. Cut the explosions out and any metadata that can tell you when it was taken or where. Focus only on helicopter and soldiers. S-K's the word." White says low. "And Its been a long night friend, believe me. Also don't leave this lying around your dorm, keep it secure. Later bud." White says as he heads out. At the Meet and Greet "Oh hey whats up, didn't catch your name there. Tony White, Consultant Ares Seattle hows it going. How's it feel, feels like another day at work in an exotic location my friend. The stakes are my life, nothing new, but the benefits and the lifestyle before we go to war, nothing else comes close. I'm looking forward to seeing what I get to try out during the challenge and what missions we get. What else you wanna know?"
|
|
#
?
Apr 29, 2014 23:24
|
|
|
Your squad doesn't know much, so you catch up with Guetti in short order as he finished up talking up Alpha Company to a group of reporters. When you ask after Dess, he gets quiet for a moment and motions you to a less-crowded area of the room. "Look, uh, Private Jones? I got a memo this morning, something about losing Dess. She's been pulled. I don't know how long, or if she'll make it to the games. When Ares wants a spook, and wants them bad enough to pull them from a public event like this, I don't ask those kinds of questions." He gives you what he must have thought was a decisive nod, and then grabbed a nearby reporter and said, "Hey, this is Darius Jones. They nicknamed him 'Wolf' at his last gig. This is his first year here. Why don't you ask him about it?" As Guetti strides into the crowd, you find the reporter motioning his camera man over and starting in on the questions. "First time in Desert Wars, huh? What kind of nickname is Wolf? Where did it come from? What did you do for Ares before this, and how did it land you here?" Edge refresh is 8 hours, so probably not? You walk through the crowd trying to keep to yourself, but it sort of fails when you notice a few reporters with UCAS tattoos. One of them hits you up at the drink table, holding a fresh glass of orange juice. He's got a few service tattoos along his lower arms, and a few more that seem specifically related to Desert Wars. He catches you looking and grins. "Yeah, I got ink put on just covering the games. I've had two camera men shot doing this poo poo, you know? Even the bystanders aren't exactly safe. Where did you serve? How long? How'd you get from Uncle Sam to Uncle Knight?" You grab the programs off of an old decker site, dumping about 750 nuyen for custom-tuned hacking programs for your Lone Star. They seem to start up and idle okay, but you weren't really up for putting them to the test. Stupid Kestrel, stupid orc salesmen, and stupid uzis... Since the programs are 4R, you probably should have made a Cha + Neg or, since they were program, Matrix Search check to find them. I'll let it slide this time, though, because you really need 'em and you could've bought them at chargen. At the meet and greet, you manage to duck two reporters and get to the bacon before it's all gone, finding it next to a wonderful assortment of pig's meat: ham, bacon, and was that pancetta? Soon you've got a full plate and a full stomache, and then one of the riggers you saw in Bravo company, a large orc, slides up next to you. "Sup? Name's Dozer. I'm the rigger for Squad Bravo Three. You look like you've done this whole thing before. It's my first time in the challenge, and I was wondering if you had any advice for me, rigger to rigger." You find a suitable dress shop that opened at 11 AM, but by the time you're suited up at the Meet and Greet you're considering double-dipping with your new clothes: the suit certainy looks nice enough for whatever the Guild wanted this evening. As you collect a warm raspberry crepe, a Dwarven reporter approaches you with her Dwarf cameraman / bodyguard. She gives you a smile and offers you her hand, clearly presenting the Stonecutters Guild signet ring she was wearing. "Pleasure to meet you, Bell. We're looking for an interview with a Dwarven competitor for the Stonecutter Guild's quarterly magazine. There are a few interview rooms set aside for things like this. Could I have an hour of your time?" The guy gives you a huge grin and accepts one of your cigars. "Ah, I know just the place! It's up a few floors, though. We're going to have to be a little sneaky ducking out of here so that we don't get stopped by reporters." You two head for the door, trying to cut through the crowd, while he makes small-talk. "I'm Winger, earned that name after I shot four loving Sammies in the arm my first time out. Who are you? Assault's not really the kind of thing you see a dude your size working. You artillary support for the team?" Make a stealth roll to slip out. The man gives a moment's pause as you feed him the line of bullshit. Then he drops his own bullshit and gets to the real questions. "Mr. White, I'll cut to the chase. I'm writing an article on drug use in Desert Challenge competitors, and it looks like you're seriously addicted to a heavy drug. Given your twitchy nature, I'm guessing either Cram, Jazz, or Kamikaze. What do you think about the use of performance-enhancing drugs in Desert Wars, and how do you think that the rise in drug use will impact viewership and the pressure on other competitors to start using them?" The drug the nurse gave you was a toned-down of Long Haul, 12-hour duration. At 8 PM, you're going to fall asleep for 1d6 hours, non-resistable, unless you find some real Long Haul or more of these fun little pills.
|
|
#
?
Apr 30, 2014 00:29
|
|
|
|
| # ? Apr 23, 2024 09:02 |
|
|
 Bell 'Casustic Bell' Underhilde "Of course, of course," Bell nods back, inwardly sighing that she has to let go of the raspberry crepe. Maybe another time. "Lead the way so we can get this thing started up."
|
|
#
?
Apr 30, 2014 00:56
|
|