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 Donna Kilcannon, a.k.a. Alice O'Cree, a.k.a. Nurse "Me last comped drink," Alice says, taking a soft sip of the mostly-warm beer. "poo poo's piss on the best o' days, but ain't quite as bad when s'free." She doesn't reach up for the bottle, let someone with full sized hands take care of that, and begins walking to the back. Halfway there she catches an alert from her guitar, or more accurately the sprite within it. ::Yeah, ye can go.:: And with a shimmering dissipation of digital signals, the sprite dissipates, leaving her instrument uninhabited once again. Alice knocks on the door once to give anyone in the back notice she's coming in, and then opens it and walks to Bernard, climbing onto whichever booth or stool is nearby and taking another sip of her beer. "Salmon. Eya." pre:Metatype C: Dwarf. Attributes D. Resonance C. Skills C. Resources E (20k).
Karma: 6 on First Aid 2. 12 on Complex Forms. 12 on Sprites.
Karma: 6 on skills, 12 on complex forms, 12 by registered sprites.
== Info ==
Street Name:
Name: Donna Kilcannon / Nurse
Movement: 4/8
Karma: 0
Street Cred: 0
Notoriety: 0
Public Awareness: 0
Dwarf Female Age 28
Height 4'0" Weight 154
Composure: 10
Judge Intentions: 8
Lift/Carry: 6 (45 kg/30 kg)
Memory: 9
Nuyen: 720+59 (left over) = 779
== Priorities ==
Metatype: A - Any metatype
Attributes: B - 20 Attributes
Special: C - Adept, Magician, or Technomancer
Skills: D - 22 Skills/0 Skill Groups
Resources: E - 6,000¥
== Attributes ==
BOD: 3
AGI: 2
REA: 2
STR: 3
CHA: 5
INT: 3
LOG: 4
WIL: 5
EDG: 1
RES: 4
== Derived Attributes ==
Essence: 6
Initiative: 5 + 1d6
Rigger Initiative: 5 + 1d6
Astral Initiative:
Matrix AR Initiative: 5 + 1d6
Matrix Cold Initiative: 3 + DP + 3d6
Matrix Hot Initiative: 3 + DP + 4d6
Physical Damage Track: 10
Stun Damage Track: 11
== Limits ==
Physical: 4
Mental: 6
Social: 7
Ballistic Mask [+1] (Only for intimidation, Must be visible)
Astral: 7
== Active Skills ==
Biotechnology : 1 Pool: 5
Compiling : 4 [Machine Sprites] Pool: 8 (10)
Computer : 4 Pool: 8
Cybercombat : 2 Pool: 6
Cybertechnology : 1 Pool: 5
Electronic Warfare : 2 Pool: 6
Etiquette : 1 Pool: 6
First Aid : 1 Pool: 5
Hacking : 5 Pool: 9
Leadership : 1 Pool: 6
Medicine : 1 Pool: 5
Negotiation : 1 Pool: 6
Performance : 1 [Guitar] Pool: 6 (8)
Registering : 4 Pool: 8
Software : 6 Pool: 10
== Knowledge Skills ==
Area Knowledge: Boston : 3 Pool: 6
Area Knowledge: Manhattan : 1 Pool: 4
Music : 4 [Wizpunk] Pool: 7 (9)
Security Design : 2 [Bank] Pool: 5 (7)
Sports : 3 [Baseball] Pool: 6 (8)
== Contacts ==
Connor Kilcannon (4, 6)
Sandra Kilcannon (2, 3)
== Qualities ==
POSITIVE:
Analytical Mind
Codeslinger (Hack on the Fly)
Gifted Healer (Stabilize)
Quick Healer
Resistance to Pathogens and Toxins
Technomancer
Thermographic Vision
NEGATIVE:
Combat Paralysis
Prejudiced (Specific, Biased) (Tir Elves)
SINner (Criminal) (UCAS)
== Lifestyles ==
Bar Basement Downtown 1 months
== Armor ==
Armor Jacket 12
Ballistic Mask 2
+Autopicker Rating 6
+Image Link
+Respirator Rating 2
+Single Sensor Rating 2
+Ultrasound
+Smartlink
+Trid Projector
== Weapons ==
Unarmed Attack
Pool: 1 Accuracy: 4 DV: 3S AP: - RC: 1
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Living Persona (ATT: 5, SLZ: 3, DP: 4, FWL: 5)
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AR Gloves
Autopicker Rating 1
Datachip x20
Earbuds Rating 1
+Select Sound Filter Rating 3
Fake SIN (Alice O'Cree) Rating 3
Light Stick x4
Medkit Rating 4 x2
Miniwelder
Miniwelder Fuel Canister x2
Restraint, Metal
Restraint, Plastic x10
Standard Tags x10
Tag Eraser
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Burf "Big Rig" Adams "Well poo poo." Big Rig sets down the stack he hauling to the truck and grabs the bottle and a few tumblers. "Guess we gots to pay our respects." He thumbs his comlink and orders the Flyspy to watch the gear and turns on his rig's sensors to warn notify him of any assholes floating around. "Thanks a load Three-by-five." Big Rig slides a few nuyen over the table as a tip and heads to the back room. Rolling etiquette to BE COOL for the fish murderer: Etiquette: 5d5t5 1 Edge Second Chance on Etiquette roll: 4d6t5 4 For a total of Five successes! That's my max! Go Burf. Big Rig walks into the back room with a steady gait and a blank face. Mob folks like that sorta slouchy-professionalism. "Mr. Bernard, big thanks for letting us use your place." Big Rig slides the bottle and a glass over to the mob man. "What can we do for ya?" code:
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 Limerick "Croí" O'Kelly 1/9P, 0/10S, 0O After The Gig Between the time they left the bar and the time they got to Decker's little 'office', Croí had taken the bottle from Big Rig, taken three huge pulls, and replaced it in his hands. This wasn't the first time she had cheated ol' Sammy of liquor, and it wasn't like to be the last, either. But they had just pulled a huge crowd, and a huge show for him, so she didn't mind drinking five dollars of his liquor before he got it. It wasn't like the bottle was sealed in the first place, anyway, and the warm burn helped relax her nearly-sore throat muscles. It was, however, safely back in Big Rig's hand before they got into Decker's sight. Etiquette (Defaulting): 7d6t5 5 The band's unofficial frontman (not because she was the singer, but just the best talker), she gave Decker a soft smile. She was soaked in sweat and her whole body were sore from sustaining the spell for the whole show, but that didn't stop her from being charming. "How are you this evening, Mister Decker? Three-by send us back with a bottle to get you good an' steamed. Anythin' else we could be doin' for ya this fine evenin', 'fore we're off bit a bit of a mend?" pre:Attributes
BOD AGI REA STR WIL LOG INT CHA EDG ESS MAG
2/6 2/7 2/6 2/6 4/6 3/6 4/6 8/8 3/6 6 4
Derived Attributes
Essence: 6
Initiative: 6+1d6, Astral: 8+2d6
Limits (P/M/S): 3 / 5 / 9
Phys/Stun/Over: 9 / 10 / 2
Drain: 12
Karma: 1
Qualities.
Focused Concentration 3
Spirit Mentor: TBA
Allergy (Moderate, Uncommon): Melons
Spirit Bane: Guardian
Distinctive Style
Prejudiced: Protestants
Magic.
Spells: Lightning Bolt, Improved Invisibility, Trid Entertainment,
Opium Den, Increase Reflexes
Bound Spirits
Force 6 Air Spirit (3 Services)
Force 6 Fire Spirit (2 Services)
Contacts.
Cavan O'Bryant, Elf Mobster Lieutenant. 4/2
Mick Flannigan, Human Fixer / Club Promoter . 4/3
Jameson O'Kelly, Human Mobster Brother. 3/4
Tully, Human Street Shaman Talismonger. 3/3
Skills.
Spellcasting 6 [Illusion]
Performance 6 [Singing]
Arcana 2
Con 4
Negotiation 3
Pistol 1 [Semi-Automatics]
Counterspelling 2
Summoning 1
Perception (Spec: Visual) 1
Athletics 1 (Gymnastics, Running, Swimming)
Stealth 1 (Disguise, Palming, Sneaking)
Knowledge
English N
Sperethiel 2
Fashion 2
Club Music 5 [Spec: WizPunk]
Resources. [1,005 + 420 = 1425]
Magical Lodge 4 2000
Fake SIN 2 5000
[Lacey Limerick]
- Magical License 2 400
- Pistol License 2 400
Ares LightFire 75 1250
- Silencer
- Smartgun System
- Hidden Arm Slide 350
Contacts 3 600
- Smartlink 2000
- Image Link 25
- Thermo Vision 500
Earbuds 3 150
- S. Sound Filter 3 750
Erika Elite 2500
- Trodes 70
Low Lifestyle 2000
Armor Jacket 1000
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Burf "Big Rig" Adams Right after you activate your sensors, you are notified that there is a piece of offical-looking paper taped right on the driver's side. Apparently, someone shot, er struck first but you can't tell what it is yet. The group open the door to reveal a well-lit small room with a poker table and two rows of 3 chairs several feet away from the poker table. Sitting on top of the poker table is a disgruntled human male in denim, attire seemingly from another time tapping his foot impatiently for you guys to file in.  Burf "Big Rig" Adams Limerick "Croí" O'Kelly Opposed Roll: Etiquette: 12d6t5:4 net hits Salmon snorts good-naturedly back at you two, somewhat impressed by your moxie. "Yea, and it is Salmon, not Mister ah Deckard, not one of those high sounding guys walking around demanding respect. All I ask you give me some respect, don't gently caress with my booze and my ah, oh drat it not jobs but it isn't a poo poo errand, I'll give you the same respect." Salmon pauses for a moment to study the group while he receives the bottle from Big Rig, seemingly taking a cursory glance at the bottle. No, it isn't cursory. Perception to observe bottle. 15d6t5: 4 hits After his 'cursory' examination, he glances up to look at Croi, seemingly showing nothing but curiousity "Cause well, Ms. O'Kelly, knowing your brother with all due respect, what do you think of the saying that there is no I in team?" AmyL fucked around with this message at 16:17 on Dec 2, 2014 |
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Oh God drat it, I posted it on TG, not the sub-forum.  Could a mod move this over in The Game Room please?
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Alice O'Cree "Aye. All down for side jobs, but work can't be done if I don't know what it is." Under her breath, Alice mumbles, "No I. No I. There is a 'me,' though." To save everyone from having to read through it, just imagine it this way: Alice/Nurse has an extremely thick Irish accent. Instead of typing out a shitload of vernacular and forcing everyone to slog through it, just imagine it. Thanks -- The Mgmt. Swags fucked around with this message at 17:05 on Dec 2, 2014 |
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Salmon slowly sets the bottle in the center of the porker table, smirking over what Croi said. "Funny how ya say teamsters cause you know, this is an actual physical job moving certain stuff from point A to point B. To keep it simple, someone didn't take care of his obligations to the guy above me and I need a bunch of nobodies that can't keep track of whatever the hell your band is called to grab one of the items that was put up for collateral." "Said item happens to be a desk down in a seedy part of town where the august presence of myself and your brother which runs around the same company is not that welcome due to a certain lack of community respect and to how things are done. So this thing needs to be done in a well, ya know, subtle." "Now, why you should do it? Cause I'm putting down 30k for it. Now, you might have to knock someone out, disable a network or whatever, steal a truck to transport it and whatever but you punks, no disrespect, are better at showing disrespect to the law than certain other people, you catch my drift?" "Also, it comes with the licenses and paperwork to register your band as a cultural something, drat it, I got to get with my lawyer to whatever the legalese terms are so you don't get screwed by the corps, feds, local, state and anyone else. With a small processing fee for renewals but considering you don't wanna lead the same life your brother leads, it is understandable." After a few seconds, he stands up and walks over towards Croi, leaning down to plant his well-callused hands firmly on her shoulders Feel free to interrupt that action. "Also, you loving drank my whiskey. I don't mind the loving moxie you showed considering you are a punk and against authority, but no one touches my God-drat whiskey without my permission. You got a problem with it, go ahead and cry to your brother." Limerick "Croí" O'Kelly Right before the squeeze play... <<Darling, your band doesn't have a loving name, for crying out loud. Considering your group needs some capital AND needs the loving licenses for the names which I told you time and time again to settle on it before you started playing. Oh, and don't piss off Salmon Cakes. The word on the street is that he got that name by mixing the remains of 'The Mick's enemies' into salmon cakes so he can feed them to the dogs. Anyway, you are a big girl lass so I have confidence you will go out and grab the world by the balls. TTYL>> Edit cause the Fixer, not the brother regarding messaging  Brevity is not your fixer's strong suit when texting.... Oh and Salmon is a bit, well, I don't want to use Suspicious regarding his attitude so I'll say he is Disgruntled towards the group in general regarding the certain booze incident. -1 Dice modifier regarding any future social influence skills. AmyL fucked around with this message at 17:35 on Dec 2, 2014 |
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Alice O'Cree "I need information on the subject," Alice said immediately. The group would accept, and she knew they would accept because they were a punk of low-level punks who went through money so fast that affording a place to squat was a problem sometimes. She motions with her (currently turned off) AR gloves like she's tapping away in AR on her HUD, but honest fact is that she controls everything just by thinking about it. "Locations, object, the networks that might be useful, that sorta stuff. Need to know what it is I'm looking to take back so I know where to point the muscly ones." She's hoping the willingness to get started right away may smooth over the bump Croi made against Salmon's big hangers. Assist in Negotiation: 6d6t5 1 Swags fucked around with this message at 17:15 on Dec 2, 2014 |
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Limerick "Croí" O'Kelly 1/9P, 0/10S, 0O, 2/3 Edge It's Gotta Be Punk to be WizPunk Croí gingerly removes his hands from her shoulders, and give him the sort of death stare reserved for people trying to mug her. Alice had hoped to covered it with a distraction, but at this point Croí was determined to make this a scene. "Oi, motherfucker, what the gently caress do you think yer doin'? I can't rightly fuckin' touch ya, but that don't mean I don't know people who can. And how do you think your lieutenant'll take it if he hears that you were manhandling another soldier's sister for taking a few slugs a' yer whiskey? How about you pay us the fuckin' thirty, plus an extra ten for the troubles, and you throw in that bottle on top so's I don't go tell my brother and loving Cavan that you laid your loving hands on me." Talking This Out (Negotiation Edged): 18d6h5 10 (should've been 17, but truncates to 10 hits anyway) Her poker face was gone, replaced with a snarl and a hand held out expectantly for that bottle of liquor. When (if) he complies, she takes another slug of it and continues. "Alright, now you tell us about this desk." QuantumNinja fucked around with this message at 18:44 on Dec 2, 2014 |
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Alice O'Cree In a DNI message to everyone but Croi, Alice quips, <<Dibs on Croi's share when Salmon decides to feed his puppies.>>
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Counter-offer Neg Croi: 8d6t5: 3 hits 7 hits towards Croi! Salmon pulls his hands from the fiery, pissed-off Croi presenting a threatening counter-offer. "Alright, alright, I admit I want to throttle the hell out of you for loving around with my whiskey," he steps back, reaching for the bottle to hand it towards Croi, "I can't go 40 thousand but 33 thousand, one-third now along with two crates of whiskey, the same drat stuff I drink." "gently caress, you are deadlier than your brother and he has a way of playing cutthroat with the numbers. Anyway," he sits back down, staring at Croi warily for several seconds, then turns his attention towards the group as a whole. "The deadbeat, who used to sling magic, has an antique desk that he purchased somewhere over in St. Louis. It isn't magical, thank God, but it is a 20th century antique made out of wood that bit it. You know, no longer exists or something. Something that can support the dead guy's weight. No, I don't know what it is made of exactly since there was a complication but a friend of a friend of a friend that knows about these things say it is the real deal." He takes several deep breaths to calm his composure before continuing. "The guy's business was in the sale and resale of 19th-20th century pastiche stuff. He wasn't a real good magic-user, only enough to get by with simple parlor tricks, and he certainly didn't have a way with business. Sure, he was a lady's man constantly inviting broads over to the office so he can show them his, ah, style, but otherwise, he wasn't that special." "The security is somewhat lax, and the grid is on local grid because he was a cheap tightwad. But ah, you need some oomph to lift the desk and you got to use the service elevator and you got to be subtle about it cause I don't want anyone sniffing around to snatch that desk." "This isn't something where you go to the corp's property and go steal something underneath their noses, all it is deal with something in the backyard of Boston without anyone knowing you who are."
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Shaemus (Irish Dan) O'Neill Struggling Elven Artist, not a terrorist no sir.  It had been a great night. No really, Great, that had been his best performance yet and Irish Dan as he was calling himself here in the states had been feeling great. So good he had been behind the rest of the band due to grabbing some groupies numbers so he didn't see Croi do whatever she did to get Alice sending a message out that she was gonna end up dogmeat. Grabbing up his Lifestyle Roll. 1000 nuyen on hand I'd like to purchase a subvocal mic because I forgot to earlier so really 950N code:AtomikKrab fucked around with this message at 19:39 on Dec 2, 2014 |
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Alice O'Cree "Sounds like a job for the muscly ones, alright," Alice says, casting a wry glance over at Shaemus and Simen. The dwarfish lass takes a long draw of her beer and then begins to flit through different Matrix screens with staggering speed. "I need a name. Address. Comm-code, if you got one." She's searching the 'Trix for antique dealers, sure, but little if anything is coming up. <<I could do, maybe, a fire alarm a few blocks away to cause a ruckus ain't pointed in our direction.>> <<Should we get a genuine moving truck so they can't trace it back to Burf>> <<Why does Boston have so many damned antique dealers? This is ridiculous.>> <<If he's a big driver, bet I can brick his car while he's out.>> <<Security could be a factor. Ever seen a pissed off hellhound? Well, I don't wanna. I've heard some of the antique guys in Boston like keeping paras instead of two-legs and spirits as wards. Guy I knew -- briefly -- got himself Yeti'd.>> These messages and more flash across everyone's AR with nearly no pause in-between.
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Edit: I will probably not be posting till Sunday because I have an aliment that requires treatment but I will say that the desk in question is around 76.5" W x 54" H x 17.75" D on the conservative side. I'm sorry about this but something came up at the last minute literally this morning. AmyL fucked around with this message at 01:30 on Dec 4, 2014 |
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OOC: you might have the height and width mixed up, 76.5 inches is over 6 feet tall.
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Limerick "Croí" O'Kelly 1/9P, 0/10S, 0O, 2/3 Edge Whiskey You're the Devil Croí's anger had receded by the time the DNI conversation was in full swing with her band. It had gotten tense there for a moment, but Salmon wasn't the first sleazy club owner to try to lean on her. A tough offense was often the best way to resolve it, and in this case it had been the perfect play. It helped that she regularly played cards with someone who outranked Salmon, though. Her entire body language started to soften, and she gave Salmon a nod. "I'm glad we could work out our differences an' all that, Salmon. Your arrangement sounds more'n agreeable, This sort of thing seems like exactly the sort of thing up our alley. It'll be done in a jiff, an' you just worry 'bout gettin' us that whiskey." She picks up the bottle, pouring herself a large helping of it in one of the glasses that Big Rig had so kindly brought in. Then she brought it off the table and took several long sips before continuing. "I've got me a couple a' questions, 'ough, we gonna do this thing fer ya. First, does this chap have connections? I mean, is he in someone's pocket, or is someone in his? I'm not exactly set to go stomping around Vory turf without knowin' what 'm doin'. Second, this guy got any vices ya know of? The sorta thing we could exploit, make him look left while we shuffle on by him on the right? Third, where do you want us to be leavin' it, once we've got it?" Then she responds on the DNI. <<What are you talking about, paras?>> <<This guy _is_ small-time, right? I mean we shouldn't have to worry about that. I can give the place an astral pat-down first, if you think it's worth it.>> <<Where do we get a moving van and outfits? Do we steal them? Surely that will look like a random theft, not some specially-planned operation to repossess a freaking desk right.>> <<Whose moving place do we knock over? Or maybe I could call around, see if someone I know can just supply them.>> <<Before we go handing off entire crates of the booze, why don't we say we're gonna hold onto the stuff for green-room parties? That was my plan>> <<Alice, can you get us blueprints of the place? And maybe look into who owns it, and what else shows up on the owner?>>  SEVEN FEET TALL
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Irish Dan <<Hell we steal more than the desk and it looks like a planned job to knock over some random place. Remember take the goods, then everything small and valuable, then anything not nailed down, and if you can pry it out of the floor it ain't nailed down.>> <<Also I only need one really we can keep the other for our own uses, but help a poor sod down on his luck out here Croi, it's not like the booze cost you any, what with that clever manipulating job you put over on Salmon there, nice bait and switch there.>>
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Alice O'Cree <<I would get you blueprints, but rear end in a top hat over here is trying to be all 'I'm a sly thief thinking sly thief thoughts' and speaking in riddles and runarounds like slang is his native loving LANGUAGE so he won't give me an address or the guy's name. Can't plan with information I don't have.>> <<I don't care who gets the whiskey. Powers is right poo poo at the best of times, and aging poo poo twelve years ain't gonna make it honey. Trade my bottles for Dan's cut. 'Sides that, I've got a direct line to better drink should I want it.>> <<Small time guys keep paras, Croi. Hell, my da's cousin used to breed the drat barghests for the local thug boys. Pups sell cheap, the adults eat the thugs, and he gets to reclaim a dog he had in the first place. Nice guy, my da's cousin.>> <<Given these dimensions, we are definitely going to need a truck. S'a big fuckin' desk. Problem with snatch-n-grabbing other things is 1) if they're stealth tagged, it's going to take me some time to find them and wipe them and 2) say a thief breaks into your house, right? He steals all of your jewelry, all of your tiny valuables, and a then a five hundred pound desk fit for a king. What was that thief actually after, aye?>> "Ey, Salmon. You want the actual desk or something in one of the drawers? Just asking for, uh, ease of transport." <<If we steal a moving van, like one of them 'rent-for-a-day' dealies that anyone can get, we can still look legit. Just takes a bit of tinkering with the AR displays on the sides. Change it from 'Tom's Self Storage' to whatever we want, aye?>> <<Might know a guy what has a truck, one sec.>> <<No, he's out. Some big move down to Philly. Damnit.>>
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Burf "Big Rig" Adams Burf thinks about complaining about the kids texting at the business table, but refrains. When in Beantown. <<Copy, let's grab a van and get some work done. I can handle the plates and pulling out the wireless bits, but I"ll need Alice's help with the fancy Matrix biz.>> <<We gotta watch out for those loving KE parking ninjas. I bet they done pinged me during the show, and if they catch us with a hot ride it'll be trouble.>> <<Also gotta set up a drop point for the burner van. Maybe hookup with a chop shop?>> <<As for larceny, I got no connects with a fence. How we gonna move the stuff?>> <<BR over and out>> "Salmon, I know this a longshot, but you heard anything 'bout them new KE parking enforcement thugs? Been a pain in my rear end. I'd pay for some info on the drat smokies." tokenbrownguy fucked around with this message at 20:18 on Dec 4, 2014 |
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Irish Dan <<Alice, I didn't mean just the desk, I meant in about this order. Desk, Valuables, EVERYTHING ELSE WE CAN HAUL OUT including at least some more furniture. I mean we will have a nice big moving van, be a shame to leave it almost empty with just one lone suspicious desk in it.>> <<Well, Big Rig I could use a new sofa and some chairs, so we can always use the furniture for our own needs, everything else I'll be a loss on though.>>
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Alice O'Cree <<I should be able to get it moved. I know people. They know people. Networking is what I do, neh?>> <<As for keeping some gangster's couch? No telling what's been done on that. Or who. Or what's hidden in it, including tags from cops. We're going to need one hell of a jammer.>>
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Game on! Salmon Swags: "The actual desk with all the drawers. You can do what you need to do for ease of transport but if the desk doesn't come with the drawers and is damaged, well, useless and if it is useless, I can't take it." "Blueprints, the name, where you need to drop off the desk, that isn't a problem. The blueprints are easy to get, the guy's name is Kevin Wescot, and the drop-off point depends on hot things get. I got to watch out where I store this thing because it is a nice desk. Solid enough that you could have a pair of trolls get on it for ah 'stuff' and not have it flattened. Verr: He blinks several times over the words parking and ninja. "No, what da gently caress? Are you sure? No, I know nothing about it but if you do know, you should pass it up to the right people where it counts. You might get something nice about it." Everyone: "Folks, all I want is the desk with everything that comes with it without any troubles leading to me. You can strip the place clean, have a bon-fire and roast soymarshemellows or whatever. Actually, they make soymarshmellows? Anyway. All I want is the desk WITH the drawers. If you want to take the time to play clean-up INSIDE the desk and take what you want, fine but I want the desk undamaged and I want it in less than a week, alright?"
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Burf "Big Rig" Adams Burf nods."Ya for sure Salmon, if I get any good paydata I'll pass it up." "One week? No problem, we'll get the goods." So should we say want to do for the legwork? Burf's gonna try to do the following: 1. Steal a van. Could use some help from Alice for the digital masking/lockpicking biz. 2. Clean the van. Probably gonna get parking ninja'd so we need to make sure we just get a ticket, not a call from a HTR unit. Also, Alice's help would be appreciated. 3. Call Officer Riley and get the lowdown on KE units and politics in the area. 4. Do some research on the go-gangs around the area. Need to make sure we can buy/fight for a clean exit. Knowledge: Go-Gangs: 6d6t5 2 5. Find a abandoned warehouse or sketchy garage we can make the swap from the hot van to my Gopher. e: spell gud tokenbrownguy fucked around with this message at 07:02 on Dec 8, 2014 |
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Irish Dan <<See, Our mr. Johnson don't care if we strip the place to the framework as long as we get him his desk. I think my plan is a good one, I can scout out the place, nobody really notices me... I don't stand out, I could do some busking as a street musician for additional cover while i'm checking out the location.>> OOC: I can do a physical scouting run of the location and surroundings, I should be fine being i am bland enough and sneaky enough to get away with it. However I don't know if busking as a street musician would be a good plan ie: would KE let me slid or bust me? is there a roll I could make for that?
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Burf "Big Rig" Adams <<Sounds good, might bring Noise and Croi with ya for backup.>>
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Alice O'Cree "Thanks much," Alice says, holding out a gloved hand for Salmon Cakes to shake. She then hops down out of the table and starts to walk out while downing the last of her beer. <<Should look up our boy. I'll need time to meself tonight to search up what I can.>>
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Burf "Big Rig" Adams Big Rig nods to Salmon before collecting the cred and walking out. He's sure to catch everyone together before they finish the wrap-up. "Alright folks, we gotta do some thinkin'. Thought ya'll should know about something I sorta-already mentioned. There's a new KE parking enforcement crew in Boston and they're stupid-good. drat smokies are a menace. We need to make sure our ride stays indoors or-" BR hocks horrendously into an empty beer bottle, "-legally parked." "We outta rent a workshop or garage space to store whatever ride we pick up." He looks around to the group, "Mind spending some of that downpayment on a little shop? Just for a few days before and after the ride."
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Verr posted:
1. To clarify, you want to steal a van, a pick-up truck, a moving van or the first thing that meets your requirements? 2. A tag eraser would be a great asset. Also, for anything else, corporate police officers USUALLY like to go for the low-level fruit that is hanging. Exceptions have been been known to happen of course but as long as the transportation you are stealing is not blazing in the police banks, how bad could it be? 3. "Officer Riley here, if you are one of my lost flock trying to contact me, I will be out for the next day or so. Leave a message at the sound of the beep. BEEP!" He has been known to go away for a few days but where, no one other than KE knows. 4.  The go-ganger scene is in a bit of disarray around Boston due to the Ancients stranglehold around any smuggling activity. There is a NON-go-ganger scene around the area named "House of Defunct Boston" comprising of horrible UCAS-Irish rappers that accepts recruits that can belt out something while under the influence of meth. Total losers but dangerous due in numbers and assorted surprises like the Red-Sox Weeaboo Samurai Incident down on Fox St. 5. You might be better off with a fixer ensuring when and how long regarding finding a spot to make that transfer. AtomikKrab posted:Irish Dan Disguise, Performance, and the mood of any KE cops making their way to the beat. The area isn't one of KE's high-profile area so if you are not casting a SIN, they probably won't care that much but if you are loitering around with nothing to do, well.. Croi posted:"I've got me a couple a' questions, 'ough, we gonna do this thing fer ya. First, does this chap have connections? I mean, is he in someone's pocket, or is someone in his? I'm not exactly set to go stomping around Vory turf without knowin' what 'm doin'. Second, this guy got any vices ya know of? The sorta thing we could exploit, make him look left while we shuffle on by him on the right? Third, where do you want us to be leavin' it, once we've got it?" Salmon shrugs over Croi's questions, "He's a fool, some East Coast guy interested in Asian mystic mystic somethings but he HAD some projects going till he had a bad few investments and other stuff so he went bankrupt and other stuff. Vices? Sex, drugs, and rock n roll," Salmon snorts at Croi over his attentive witticism, "Get it? Heheh, eh heh, once you get the desk, I'll tell you where to leave it. You know, in case those fantasy parking ninjas come after you. Bwahahaha." Edit: You might want a dollie and rollers leading to the van/truck at the least to help with moving the desk in case your muscle drops dead. Also, he wants the desk undamaged, not in MINT so there is some leadway. Just in case. AmyL fucked around with this message at 02:26 on Dec 9, 2014 |
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Limerick "Croí" O'Kelly 1/9P, 0/10S, 0O, 2/3 Edge Whiskey You're the Devil Croí smiles and offers her hand to Salmon. "'S a sure thing, then, Mr. Salmon. We've have it right and proper prepped for yer grand delivery to, ah, whoever it is we be really stealin' this thing for. Now if you'll excuse us for the evenin', we've a bit a' plannin' to do, don't we?" I think we should probably end the meeting with Salmon now. I think we need the following things:
Once they're back in the van, their equipment loaded, Croí calls up Mick Flannigan. "Oi, Mick, looks like we got us a lil' piece a' work. Listen, I was wonderin' if you got anything in the precise area. We need us a quiet spot, a place to leave a truck and make a swap that ain't right likely t' be seen. Think you know a place?" After that conversation, he calls her brother. "Heya, Jamie! How ya doin'? Yeah, just now. Yeah, I stole his liquor an' he was right pissed, just like you said! Haha, nose turned a proper shade a pink an' all. Listen, you still talk with Frankie, guy who ran that chop-and-stop? I've a bit of work, and I need someone'll clean a van, loan it out, and vanish it right after. Think he'd do you a solid, do me one, too? There's a small profit for the van, and a nice bottle in it for 'im."
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Burf "Big Rig" Adams I do have Hardware! But it is only a dice pool of 4, so we should consider getting a pro OR a nice shop. If we can find a shop that'll convey a bonus, BR can handle the extended test. Either way I'll pickup a tag eraser to blow the van's electronic bits after we snatch it. BR could also go on the stakeout, he's got some talky skills and can use his flyspy to find some hard to reach places. Otherwise, I agree. Your option 2 of the mover plan seems best. If we can separate our target and the desk before going for one or the other that'd be great. tokenbrownguy fucked around with this message at 04:32 on Dec 9, 2014 |
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Alice O'Cree Edge 1/1 "I need to get home," Alice says. "Cranking through and dodging GOD is going to take its toll on me, and if I get brain-burnt I wanna be able to fall into my bed." The technomancer was still relatively new to this, and she used sprites to do most of the heavy lifting. That is, when they weren't fighting back so hard that she could barely stand. "Drop me off, neh?" I'm fine with renting a van if need be, or stealing one, etc. Alice is reluctant to use her contacts on any of this, because they'll probably expect a cut. If we get a van with AR on the sides (which should be most of them) I should be able to alter it to be something else. Amy, as soon as Alice is home she's going to compile Force 5 Crack sprite. Then she'll hot sim and start doing Matrix searchs for information on this guy. Addresses, businesses, blueprints, etc. Compile is 8 (resisted by 5.) Drain Resist is 9. Alice will then have the sprite assist her It rolls 10d6 She rolls 10d6+its hits on matrix search.
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 Simen Christiansen Simen stood silent as the rest of the band slung ideas and plans around each other. He wasn't the best when coming up with plans for runs, especially when he didn't have all the information in front of him. When he saw Alice take her leave, he followed suit. "Good night. Guess we'll get together tomorrow and go over this, right? Uh, anyway, night." I'm gonna volunteer Simen for meeting the gangers, if it come to that. If it's not required, then he'll go with the group hoisting the desk.
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