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TannTalas
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Asking for some help

Night City Hightower’s BBQ | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 1:15 PM PST Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.) Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

“There’s an app that allows direct communication with any others who sign onto that group. Just download the CircleMic app to your agents and I’ll set up the group. Give me your agent IDs and I’ll shoot you an invite,” Blossom rolls the diminishing sucker around in her mouth and holds up her own agent to show a screen with a baby blue background marred by white spots displaying a group she’s already set up. “Problem with this app is that it relies on the network, and it isn’t exactly the most secure method of chewing the fat. It’ll do in the short and short though.”

“Vegas and I are well versed in code talk so I’m sure he can give you all a quick walkthrough and set something up. So when are we looking at heading out?“

(Assuming a small discussion as to time frame)

With a time set to head out Casino moved to catch Blossom before she got too ingrossed in getting the needed info from the net.

“Blossom, can I talk to you privately a moment?” Letting her pass him he moved back to the same area he had talked to Vegas. Pulling out the 2 ‘aqquired’ Agents he handed both to her.

“Hoping you could be me a favor. I don’t have a an agent of my own but I grabbed these two off a pair of dead guys from the fight at the ER. The expansive one I took off a dead asian bodyguard, the other from the leader of the people who attacked the ER. They were after the old man the bodyguard died trying to protect.”

(Again assuming she asks if old guy is alive)

“Yeah he’s alive, the leader of the attackers wanted me to kill him. When I refused all hell broke loose and I had no choice but to fight it out. But I was lucky and saved the old guy and got out before I was caught by the cops. I was hopping you could crack their security codes and tell me who the old guy was and who the attackers leaders was and why they wanted the old man dead. I don’t want us caught by surprise because of what happened at the ER and if anyones going to come looking for me, other then the police of course, before this run is over. Once all that’s done I’m hopping you could scrub both clean and set one up for my future use. I know its a lot to ask with everything else going on, but I have no one else to turn too.”

Standing looking at the Netrunner he hopped she would help.


Posted on 2017-11-16 at 19:46:16.
Edited on 2017-11-16 at 19:48:03 by TannTalas

Keeper of Dragons
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"Of course I'd love to set up and watch but I probably fit in better than most of you in that area. I can hold my own close-in if need be and Bloodbank will be there if thing get hairy. Not looking to get involved, just a recon."

Posted on 2017-11-16 at 20:34:25.

Aletheia
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And we have a plan ...

******* “Problem with this app is that it relies on the network, and it isn’t exactly the most secure method of chewing the fat. It’ll do in the short and short though.” *******


Echo nods in agreement with the Netrunner, grateful she's clever and so very good at what she does, and that they have her on the team. She goes forward to tell Blossom her ID, then steps back to her previous spot.

******* “Vegas and I are well versed in code talk so I’m sure he can give you all a quick walkthrough and set something up. So when are we looking at heading out?" *******


"I would be okay to go now," Echo says with more confidence than she felt, "But I know some of us are hurtin' in the sleep department and could use a few hours of shuteye." She then turns to Fixer. "Would it make any difference to go at nighttime," she asks, "or are all the critters just as active during downtime?"

***waits for an answer one way or the other, then movement by Blossom catches her eye***

Echo sees Casino going over to the little Asian. He says a few words, then they leave the room to presumably speak in private. Echo couldn't blame him, she is a pretty little thing, but if he's interested he's got some serious competition from a certain crooner ...

Posted on 2017-11-16 at 21:46:46.

Bromern Sal
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Hightowerâs BBQ | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - March 8th, Day 2 (Saturday),

Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)
Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

“With Fixer here, we might not need to get Blossom inside the Mallplex,” Vegas smiles softly at the Asian woman. “Can’t see us needing to break through any security intense enough to require someone of this doll’s expertise.

“So, I say we do some eyes-on recon while this angel works her heavenly magic,” he continues. “Casino, Echo, and I could go in with Ghlahn taking up a point of advantage to cover a hasty retreat if we need to dance our way out. Fixer can go along with us and Bloodbank, of course. No reason to go in hot, but if Fixer really can resolve our comms issue on the way then we’ll be better set to act on any data Blossom mines.”

"Of course,” Ghlahn remarks. “I'd love to set up and watch but I probably fit in better than most of you in that area. I can hold my own close-in if need be and Bloodbank will be there if things get hairy. Not looking to get involved, just a recon."

“There’s an app that allows direct communication with any others who sign onto that group. Just download the CircleMic app to your agents and I’ll set up the group. Give me your agent IDs and I’ll shoot you an invite,” Blossom rolls the diminishing sucker around in her mouth and holds up her own agent to show a screen with a baby blue background marred by white spots displaying a group she’s already set up. “Problem with this app is that it relies on the network, and it isn’t exactly the most secure method of chewing the fat. It’ll do in the short and short though.”

“Yeah sounds good, get me to a electronics store and I’ll see what I can do about comms.” Getting his gear ready, Fixer sets about downloading the CircleMic app to his agent and waits for the others to head out.

Echo nods in agreement with the Netrunner, grateful she's clever and so very good at what she does, and that they have her on the team. Following the wardriver’s advice, the nomad chica navigates through her Agent to send the AI in search of the app.

“Vegas and I are well versed in code talk,” Casino offers, “so I’m sure he can give you all a quick walkthrough and set something up. So when are we looking at heading out?“

Completing the download, Echo steps forward and shows Blossom her new CircleMic ID, then steps back to her previous spot. Fixer offers his up verbally followed by Bloodbank showing his Agent to the laid back coder. Vegas takes the opportunity to lean down and whisper in Blossom’s ear. Whatever he whispers causes her to briefly smile and lift her shoulders a bit as though his breath tickles her ear.

"I would be okay to go now," Echo says with more confidence than she feels, "But I know some of us are hurtin' in the sleep department and could use a few hours of shuteye." She then turns to Fixer. "Would it make any difference to go at night time," she asks, "or are all the critters just as active during downtime?"

“Probably moreso,” Fixer shrugs. Neighborhood activity doesn’t seem to bother him too much. “I like the idea of sleep ‘s’much as the next fella, but I don’t know how much time this kid’s got so I’m voting we pull up our big boy pants and push through.”

“Trust me,” Bloodbank adds, “I’d like to support the idea, Echo, but I’m going to have to vote we forego anymore downtime as well.”

“It would seem to me that now is as good a time as any to continue this little jaunt,” Vegas slips his hands into the pockets of his designer slacks and tilts his head to the side while raising his eyebrows. The crooner starts singing softly...

“Fly me to the moon
“Let me play among the stars
“Let me see what spring is like
“On a, Jupiter and Mars…”

With a time set to head out and the crew gathering their gear together, Casino moves to catch Blossom before she gets too engrossed in getting the needed info from the Net. “Blossom, can I talk to you privately a moment?”

“Kinda busy…” the Asian glances up from behind her heart-shaped, girlish sunglasses and sighs. “Fine, but the delay’s on you, Choomba.”

Letting her pass him as they head out the door, Casino moves the two of them back to the same area he had previously used to talk with Vegas. Pulling out the two ‘acquired’ Agents, he hands both over to her. Echo watches Casino approach the little Asian. When they leave the room to presumably speak in private, Echo couldn't blame him. Blossom is a pretty little thing, but if he's interested, he's got some serious competition from a certain crooner.

“Hoping you could be me a favor. I don’t have an agent of my own but I grabbed these two off a pair of dead guys from the fight at the ER. The expensive one I took off a dead Asian bodyguard, the other from the leader of the people who attacked the ER. They were after the old man the bodyguard died trying to protect.”

Blossom raises her well-manicured eyebrows and stares at the devices like they’re about to explode.

“Yeah he’s alive,” Casino informs her, “the leader of the attackers wanted me to kill him. When I refused all hell broke loose and I had no choice but to fight it out. But I was lucky and saved the old guy and got out before I was caught by the cops. I was hoping you could crack their security codes and tell me who the old guy was and who the attacker’s leader was, and why they wanted the old man dead. I don’t want us caught by surprise because of what happened at the ER and if anyones going to come looking for me—other then the police of course—before this run is over. Once all that’s done I’m hoping you could scrub both clean and set one up for my future use. I know it’s a lot to ask with everything else going on, but I have no one else to turn too.”

Standing looking at the Netrunner, he hopes she will help, but Blossom isn’t one to do anything for charity and thinks about the request for a few seconds while clicking her teeth on the small, round ball of candy still attached to the white paper stick protruding from her lips.

“Sure,” she nods slowly and allows her eyes to drift up and peer over the rims of her pink sunglasses at the gruff-looking man. “I can attempt it, but I’m not doing it for a song and a dance, go-boy. Seeing how we’re running together right now, I’ll discount the price tag to a serious blue light special. One hundred NCD’s apiece to break ‘em and wipe ‘em. I’ll give ya whatever data I crack as a bonus. ‘Course, this’ll come secondary to the run. We kosher?”

(OOC: Casino’s answer…)

“You save some ancient from being whacked, shoot up an ER, kill some sardines bent on icing the ancient, and steal a couple of agents?” Walking casually past the bruiser, the small Asian takes the sucker from her mouth and waves it at Casino. “And you’re wondering if anyone is gunnin’ for you?”

Blossom’s laugh is touched, perhaps, by a bit of sympathy as she makes her way back into the office. Before Casino can return to the team his attention is caught by Granger. The tall Swede has apparently been waiting for his friend’s conversation to end before motioning the solo to join him near the lobby door.

“How long are your friends going to be interfering with my business, Keith?” he asks quietly so as not to draw attention from his staff.

(OOC: Casino’s answer… assuming it contains something about Blossom sticking around.)

Frowning, Hightower’s proprietor clenches his jaw and considers his options while he stares at the open door to his small office space and the crowd gearing up inside. Finally, turning back to the injured man he nods, “It is good. She can stay until the dinner rush. Then I must insist that my business is unobstructed.

“I do what I can for you, Keith,” Granger sighs. “But it is not always easy.”

“Hey!” Vegas calls out as he saunters into the kitchen. “You ready, or do you need some more time to hug and kiss out your good-byes?” The smile on the Frank Sinatra look-alike’s rugged face softens the inferred insult. “We’re ready to dance.” True to his word, the others follow the well-dressed solo into the kitchen.

“Five-thirty, Keith,” Granger mumbles in a very low voice. “Then, your friend must leave.”

(OOC: Time is 2:25 PM)

Wind whips coats about and sends stinging, ice cold rain into the party’s exposed skin. With the air quality warning in effect, combat masks and air filters are affixed the moment the edgerunners exit Hightower’s and make their way down the stairs to the street level.

Pushing through the door, Vegas leads, confident and full of his usual attitude. Carried upon the winds and accenting the biting rain are angry voices just off to the right. Vegas glances that way but then tugs his long coat about him and turns to the left, striding towards the nearest bus stop.

Casino is next through the door and his attention is also drawn by the noise. Crowds are not uncommon, especially in the business sectors of the City, but this one is not moving. This crowd is gathered and seem to centralize their attention on whatever or whomever is in the center. Fists shoot into the air and foul language is draped across the mob like Holiday ornaments on a tree, but for the life of him, the rugged solo cannot see what has their attention.

“If we take the Five, we’ll go straight past a iQuality Outlet,” Fixer almost runs into the solo’s back as he follows the pair of gunmen through the door with his eyes glued to his agent. Stepping to Casino’s left, he narrowly avoids the collision and looks up a bit irritatedly to find out what all the ruckus is about. Peering through the slivers between his lashes and the dark lenses of his mirrorshades, the techie surveys the crowd and shakes his head in disgust. “Seen this sh*t before,” he mutters. “Nothing good comes of it.”

“What’s going on?” Bloodbank asks innocently while staring at the frothing gathering.

(OOC : Time is 2:29 PM)



Posted on 2017-11-28 at 14:02:25.

TannTalas
Trilogy Master
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5867 Posts


Catching up

Night City Hightower’s BBQ | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 1:15 PM PST Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.) Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

Standing looking at the Netrunner, he hopes she will help, but Blossom isn’t one to do anything for charity and thinks about the request for a few seconds while clicking her teeth on the small, round ball of candy still attached to the white paper stick protruding from her lips.

“Sure,” she nods slowly and allows her eyes to drift up and peer over the rims of her pink sunglasses at the gruff-looking man. “I can attempt it, but I’m not doing it for a song and a dance, go-boy. Seeing how we’re running together right now, I’ll discount the price tag to a serious blue light special. One hundred NCD’s apiece to break ‘em and wipe ‘em. I’ll give ya whatever data I crack as a bonus. ‘Course, this’ll come secondary to the run. We kosher?”


“Yeah seems fair, got no choice really now do I. Need an agent and need the info on them, so your terms.”

“You save some ancient from being whacked, shoot up an ER, kill some sardines bent on icing the ancient, and steal a couple of agents?” Walking casually past the bruiser, the small Asian takes the sucker from her mouth and waves it at Casino. “And you’re wondering if anyone is gunnin’ for you?”

“Oh no I know someone’s gunning for me now, one way or another besides the cops. I just want to know who that is. I couldn’t let them kill the old guy cause that‘s not my style. Plus true be told I’da been next so saving my ass took presdence. Look Blossom after this run I’m on my own, no Vegas thanks to his lack of common sense, so might be nice if I can make some new friends, maybe with the old guys people.”

Blossom’s laugh is touched, perhaps, by a bit of sympathy as she makes her way back into the office. Before Casino can return to the team his attention is caught by Granger. The tall Swede has apparently been waiting for his friend’s conversation to end before motioning the solo to join him near the lobby door.

“How long are your friends going to be interfering with my business, Keith?” he asks quietly so as not to draw attention from his staff.


“Not long sir, we are all taking off but Blossom. She needs a place to do some info digging and then she too is gone. I know bringing them here was tight and I thank you and owe you. After this run things will be different as my partnership with Vegas is over.”

Frowning, Hightower’s proprietor clenches his jaw and considers his options while he stares at the open door to his small office space and the crowd gearing up inside. Finally, turning back to the injured man he nods,

“It is good. She can stay until the dinner rush. Then I must insist that my business is unobstructed.

“I do what I can for you, Keith,” Granger sighs. “But it is not always easy.”


“Yeah I know and for that I’m gratefull and will always be in your debt”

“Hey!” Vegas calls out as he saunters into the kitchen. “You ready, or do you need some more time to hug and kiss out your good-byes?” The smile on the Frank Sinatra look-alike’s rugged face softens the inferred insult. “We’re ready to dance.” True to his word, the others follow the well-dressed solo into the kitchen.

“Five-thirty, Keith,” Granger mumbles in a very low voice. “Then, your friend must leave.”


Shaking Hightower’s hand then moving in to hug the old man the big solo smiles at him showing a wealth of love. Releasing Hightower Casino gives him a last smile then moves into the office to gather his own gear. Checking once more to make sure everything still works he glances at Fixer nods his head in thanks once more. Pushing through the door, Vegas leads, confident and full of his usual attitude. Carried upon the winds and accenting the biting rain are angry voices just off to the right. Vegas glances that way but then tugs his long coat about him and turns to the left, striding towards the nearest bus stop.

Casino is next through the door and his attention is also drawn by the noise. Crowds are not uncommon, especially in the business sectors of the City, but this one is not moving. This crowd is gathered and seem to centralize their attention on whatever or whomever is in the center. Fists shoot into the air and foul language is draped across the mob like Holiday ornaments on a tree, but for the life of him, the rugged solo cannot see what has their attention.

“If we take the Five, we’ll go straight past a iQuality Outlet,” Fixer almost runs into the solo’s back as he follows the pair of gunmen through the door with his eyes glued to his agent. Stepping to Casino’s left, he narrowly avoids the collision and looks up a bit irritatedly to find out what all the ruckus is about. Peering through the slivers between his lashes and the dark lenses of his mirrorshades, the techie surveys the crowd and shakes his head in disgust. “Seen this sh*t before,” he mutters. “Nothing good comes of it.”

“What’s going on?” Bloodbank asks innocently while staring at the frothing gathering.

With a quick glance at Vegas, Casino turned to the rest.

“Whatever it is, its none of our concern, so lets just keep walking.....”


Posted on 2017-12-03 at 16:14:06.
Edited on 2017-12-03 at 16:18:33 by TannTalas

   
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