With This Ring

Contact for Johnny Tucson (#10357)
Contact Name: Jones
Level: 1
Type: johnson
GM Note: Jones is the whisper in his ear and the oney in his pocket. He hasn't screwed Johnny over yet, but it's a matter of time before the roulette game ends, neh?

Contact for Kassandra (#9777)
Contact Name: Ocean
Level: 2
Type: fixer
GM Note: Sara Ocean is a fixer who doesn't specialize. Instead, she offers all sorts of wares, jobs, and information in exchange for the same, or cash, whichever the client has. While they have a new relationship, they are working hard together to accentuate their similar styles and make a great deal of money together.

Contact for Thistledown (#9317)
Contact Name: Ronald Turn
Level: 1
Type: biotech supply
GM Note: Ron works for the local warehouse of a biotech and medical supply catalog. Ron is responsible for liquidating damaged, recalled, and short dated product. Thistledown is now registered as a legitimate buyer, though Ron frequently charges him full price for clearance product for his troubles.

«Plot» Blindside says, " Please state your desired level of conflict, difficulty and payout."
«Plot» Kassandra says, "Moderate to Serious across the board."
«Plot» Johnny Tucson says, "I'm open to anything that comes my way. Moderate to Hard As Hell is welcome, easy is not so interesting. Payment to match the difficulty, cash not required."
«Plot» Thistledown says, "the harder the better, cash is good, medical gear is better, contacts would be best."

The meet

The meet comes down from Matt, Ronald and the cleverly named Jones; They have each in turn been touched on the shoulder by a fixer further up the food chain. The runners are to meet in a Matrix ChatRoom on a server based in Las Vegas. Anyone can tortoise it in, trode it in or directly jack in.

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A connection is made to the chatroom. An hourglass shaped female icon pops into the room, dressed in an approximation of a black dress, idly primping its long dark hair. The icon scans the chatroom, handshaking the various logon and authorization procedures.

Silk has logged in.

Thistledown logs in with a vanilla persona, the occasional hesitation in the reaction time indicating the user is definitely not flying at full speed.

Trodes are alright. A basic icon is selected. A low end cowboy hat with a sheriff's star on it filters into existence in the room, the connection alright, but the resolution what can be expected from the cheapest of connections. The brim of the hat announces a city: Tucson.

The room has been sculpted to look like a sultans palace, the sort of thing that one would find in a Thousand and One Arabian Nights. Sitar music drifts softly in the air while hookah smoke (Is this Turkish, or Arabian?) wafts, smelling faintly of cherries. The room is private, and only those who had the proper passkey (Provided by your contact) can actually get access.

Situated in the center of the room, on a dials, sits the Sultan, his large hat bejewled, his fat fingers bedecked in rings. "Ah! You have arrived! Very good, very good!" He speaks in Farsi, but his words are translated in real time, in to a sort of subtitle that is visible underneath him.

Thistledown bows as befits the room, "Thank you for having us your excellency."

Kassandra drops to her knees, pressing her forehead to the floor, "Salam, oh mighty Sultan." The words come out in flawless Farsi without the benefit of subtitles.

The hat is tipped as if tugged down by an invisible hand, the icon unable to really perform much in the way of social niceties, though it does drift closer to the floor, not quite resting on it. The connection doesn't allow for much in the way of voice over, and the mic isn't working properly. So it stays silent, text popping up: Greetings.

THe Sultan belly laughs, holding his belly for a moment. "Oh! You americans and your funny hats! I love you all! I love you!" He stands up, his pointy shoes looking pointy. As pointy shoes often do. "I have been told you are ShadowRunners! I love this American wild west gunsling culture!" His icon draws two guns, pointing them in the air. "Put them up, partner!"

All of this in farsi, save for 'Put them up, partner', which sounds like the worst john wayne impression you have ever heard.

It should be noted, the 'Put them up' is translated instead, in to Farsi.

The female icon smiles, rising only a bit to change positions, sitting on the floor, making sure her position relative to the sultan is lower. The speech interpreter disgorges the following, "Indeed we are, your Eminence. How may we assist you?" The subtitles flow underneath her words as well..

Thistledown's persona affects a smile, but otherwise stands still waiting.

The hat tips back, the invisible head lifting, as it were, so Johnny can watch the interactions - a force of habit more than anything.

The Sultan gestures to the hat. "Before we start, Say something shadowrunner-talk! Like Karl Kombatmage! So that I know you are -Real Deal-." Real Deal, like the 'Put them up', is clearly American Slang he is using, because its in English too. "Say something tough! SOmething like.. 'Oh! Varmant! Now I skin this smoke wagon and put you in boot hill!' Yes, Say that!"

Thistledown laughs, "Null sheen, chummer. We scan." The persona turns to the hat. "Tex, drop some wiz drek for the Johnson, so we can run for paydata."

The female icon turns towards the animated hat, waiting to hear the Americanisms the Sultan craves. She waits, patiently, the little legs folded as she waits.

Johnny Tucson closes his eyes in the flesh-world, momentarily seeking patience and guidance from that deluded part of his mind that believes in the One True God. A low curses follows, and he fumbles with the mic, popping the jack the rest of the way into the slot. A green light blinks in the periphery of his goggled vision. The hat cycles as the software is loaded, and the low, male voice can be heard. "Howdy, pahdnah." A second curse is kept to mind-voice as he caters to the Gluttonous icon.

The sultan claps merrily, seemingly placated by the words, despite the term 'varmint' and 'smoke wagon' being conspicuously absent. "Real American Shadowrunners! Allah be praised." He paces the room. "I! I am an important man! I! I am -veeeeeeery wealthy-. In my homeland, I am unto a king! A king is a lonely man, and needs a queen. But not just any queen! I need a proper queen. One descended from nobility, who has the blood of the Prophet(blessed be is name) in her veins! I have a woman! Her family has bartered well, and arranged the marriage."

The female icon's head nods once, paying rapt attention the Sultan. She doesn't interupt the important man; rather, she lets him get to the point.

Thistledown hesitates visibly for a moment as he keys up a query and finds the proper form of congratulations for the apparent sultan, "Blessed be your union in his name." he responds a moment later.

The hat, humiliated by being forced to play like a trained monkey, stays silent for now.

Thats a good hat. Gooood hat. Sit. Stay. The Sultan explains… "I have paid the dowery, but my wife, She has not come. I have pressed the issue, and they tell me she is 'finishing school' in the city of Denver. But my man cannot find her." His demeanor shifts slightly, turning from the Sultain to the Djinn, he who looks like nothing quite so much as a demon with a tornado for a lower body. "I WANT MY WIFE!"

The entire room shakes with his pronouncement.

Back to the Sultan now… "Find her. I am forwarding the information I have on her."

In the real world, Kassandra waits for the data download to finish, sending the command to the computer to display the various bits that have been forwarded. Her icon watches the Sulan/Djinn carefully, bowing her head towards the Great and Mighty King.

Thistledown's persona stands perfectly still as he accesses the files being streamed over.

Johnny Tucson grits his teeth, jaws flexing. Arrogant swine. Again he seeks the soothing calm of that inner place. Two deep breaths and he asks, "And if she does not -want- to come? Is a refund of the dowry enough to plac- please you, Sultan?"

Ahmeera Ghanem, Age 17, Student at the Polytechnical Institute of Denver(PCC). Native of Dubai. Daughter of the Ghanem family of Dubai, large in construction and Middle Eastern Finance. Rose to prominence after the destruction of Tehran.

The Sultan glances to the Hat. "I want -my wife-."

"We understand completely, Oh Mighty One. How much is the Sultan willing to pay these American Shadowrunners for the safe recovery of his most beautiful bride, the Glory of Heaven?"

Silk Says.

"My man has said that 25 thousand of the Japanese monies will suffice for this task, for the each of you."

Johnny Tucson falls silent again, the hat swaying in place faintly as it cycles through it's generic idle motions.

The star on the hat swings open, revealing a door. A small cowboy and a small indian on horse back ride out of that door, whooping and hollering, run around the hat, then chase each other back inside the hat.

Damned standard idle icons.

The Sultan pauses, to stare at the Hat. "I love the american cowboy! Yes yes! Do that again!"

Damned standard idle icons.

The Sultan pauses, to stare at the Hat. "I love the American cowboy! Yes yes! Do that again!"

«Plot» Thistledown says, "Does the information include where/how we are to transport her. Looking to read between the lines as to whether she will be a willing or unwilling guest."
«Plot» Blindside says, " The information is as given."

The female icon bows again, pressing her forehead to the floor. She rises back to a seated position, pulling a business card from the cleavage of her dress. The icon drops the card, the iconography translating that into a message to the Sultan, indicating a receive-only bank account address. Silk says, "I am interested in returning your wife to you, Oh Sultan. Please, tell us where we might bring your bride so that your glorious wedding may take place."

Thistledown's persona shudders as he resumes control, "I would also ask, Mighty Sultan, has your most deserving bride been made aware that you desire her presence personally? I would not wish to offend this flower of the desert with rudeness, when it is her family that is forestalling your glorious union."

The Sultan just sort of watches Thistledown for a long moment, trying to understand. Maybe theres a short in the translation circut, but it seems as though the American shadowrunner cares what the target of the run desires.

A simple text message pops up under the hat: Accepted. Johnny not trusting his voice at the moment. It breaks the idling cycle, though, resetting it to randomize again. Instead of Indians being chased, it's a pair of gunslingers that wind their way along the bring of the hat, a clock manifesting over the star and marking high noon. Guns are drawn and small puffs of smoke appear. When it clears, both men are dead. Then they fade out.

When the Sultan does not respond after a moment Thistledown adds, "Pardon, Sultan what I mean to ask is should we attempt to contact your bride to be, or has that route already be blocked by those who seek to prevent you from being with your wife."

That draws the Sultans attention back to the Hat. "Very good. I wish my bride delivered to Denver International Airport, Confederated Airlines, Flight #221 48 hours from now."

Now the Sultan swings back to Thistledown. "I do not understand. How can you retrieve her without… contacting her? You are a curious shadowrunner."

Kassandra copies the address, nodding quietly to herself. She sends a private message to the generic icon and the hat: We should meet to discuss a plan. One hour @ The Chat N Chew (roadside diner outside of Monument).

The female icon nods again to the Sultan, "We will return your bride, Oh Mighty Sultan."

Thistledown bows, "My apologies Sultan, we have some curious wedding customs in America. I see clearly now what you mean, thank you for enlightening me. I will also accept this."

"Go go! bring my bride to me! I desire her near!" Says the Sultain, as the chatroom fades, dumping all users back to the Bilago main host.

«OOC» Thistledown says, "To the Chat and Chew!"
«OOC» Blindside lets Kassandra set that scene, as its her place ;)
«OOC» Johnny Tucson says, "what's the relative security rating of the meeting place?"
«OOC» Kassandra says, "D."
«OOC» Johnny Tucson nods.
«OOC» Kassandra says, "Pretty much, if they dont see it, it isnt a problem. Interstate truck stop/diner, 5+ minutes trooper response for major explosions, much less for other"


The Chat N Chew is a typical gas and go truck stop and greasy spoon diner just off the main highway in Monument. The snow has partially melted in the day's mid-fifty degree temperatures. There are perhaps 10 customers of various walks of life inside, mostly truckers and people travelling, with one old man sitting at the counter, likely a regular.

Kassandra will be early, as usual, claiming a booth off towards the back of the place, but not the very back; she likes to break with tradition.

The Belagio is logged out of and Johnny tugs the trodes loose with soft suction cup sounds. A quick search gets him directions to the meeting place. Chat N' Chew. The girls are carried out to the Scorpion he rides and locked down into their metal lock boxes that are mounted along the side of the bike, something akin to built-in saddle bags. Nothing else needed for the simple man, he mounts up and rolls for the location, glad of the armored layers to protect him from the low temperatures.

Thistledown rolls up in one of the thousands of identical middle-class cars on the highway. He enters the diner, scans the room for a moment, before spotting Kassandra and walking over to her booth. On the way he stops by the counter to pick up a cherry cola and tip the waitress. "Greetings Miss." He says as he sits down across from Kass.

Kassandra looks up from her datapad as Thistledown arrives, tapping the screen clear. She nods, "Ah, a very good evening to you as well. And now we just need our hatted friend and we can decide what to do about our little problem." The woman has a cup of coffee sitting off to one side, untouched; the price of having a seat here.

Thistledown smiles as he sits down sipping at his cherry cola.

The rumbling Scorpion rolls to a stop outside the diner. For a moment Johnny sits still, astride the iron horse. And then he drops the kickstand and swings a leg off, the dirty duster swirling around his ankles. The matching shotguns are left in their lockboxes and he moves over, pushing the door open and stepping into the humble place with the jingle of spurs to mark the rhythm of a slow, almost lazily sauntering gait. The hat he wears is tipped up, blue eyes scanning the people, trying to play the old game: 'Two of these things are not like the others…'. It doesn't take long and he angles for the booth, taking his time in arriving. A tip of the hat to Kassandra. "Ma'am." A simple nod for Thistledown is followed by a second look over of the elf.

<Plot» Blindside says, " I am now along for the ride until legwork"

Silk picked out the man almost immediately, not acknowledging him until he closes with the table. She gestures towards an empty seat, "And a good day to you, my hatted friend. If you'd like to grab some refreshment we can talk a bit before going to get our paycheck."

Thistledown toasts quietly with his soda, "For some reason fetching a princess for a sultan reads as a bit more difficult than picking up a paycheck, but it's probably just the cowardice talking."

Johnny Tucson slides onto the seat, the duster allowed to fall open and reveal the dark red shirt beneath. "I'm fine, thank you, miss." he responds, then falls silent, working out the phrasing. "If we have to coerce the Blessed to go, I cannot say as I'll be… inclined to follow through. Never been one for helping the rapists. Hope you'll understand."

Kassandra taps the screen of her datapad, bringing back up her notes. She spares a glance for the rest of the room, not bothering to hide the screen. The words and icons on the device don't seem to be in English, Spanish, or Japanese, cutting down the likelyhood that some busybody will oversee anything useful. The woman replies, "Well, we may have an issue then. If the gentleman's man couldn't find the girl outside of what he told us, and she isn't already in his arms, that leans towards an unwilling traveller."

Kassandra pages: For the record, the notes are in a mix of Arabic and Sperethiel, in case we ARE being watched.
Long distance to Kassandra: Blindside nods.

Thistledown nods, "A further complication is we may not discover her true feelings on the matter until we have crossed a point of no return. Of course many would argue that having accepted the job we may have already crossed that point, but in this instance we would only have a very rich, very angry sultan after us now, whereas later we may have considerably more enemies at our heels when the young lady decides to protest."

"I understand, Ma'am. Though as an attractive woman, I had hoped you would understand." Johnny says, turning his attention to Thistledown. "I rather hope it's a simple miscommunication. Maybe she'll be willing if allowed to finish her course on the 'trix. Or perhaps it's her folks that bar the way."

And that, is why the Shadowrunners get paid more for two days work than most make in a year.

Kassandra allows a brief nod of her head, remarking, "I am less worried about the young woman's thoughts on the matter than the two of you. If you feel disinclined to force the issue, that could be more of a problem than a high strung bride-to-be, regardless of her reasons or decisions." The woman carefully sets the datapad down, glancing between the two, "We should likely clear that hurdle before we make any further decisions."

Thistledown's contacts do a good job of making his eyes hard to read, something he is often thankful for. "Well, let us start by finding the young woman, perhaps her location will be an indicator of her feelings towards the sultan. For all we know at this point she's in lockup at KE for a drug rap and the family is just embarrassed. Silk, how would you suggest we pursue her whereabouts?"

«Plot» Blindside says, " Let me take a moment here and make something clear: While this is not a Death-OK run, I do consider the actions you take to be consenting to the ramifications of them. If you go in to this run, and end up not handing the girl, I will file ques to have your rep docced and your Contacts removed as you burn them as bad, if not worse, as the man you're working for. Thats in addition to whatever personal insult the sultan takes."
«Plot» Blindside says, " Because, frankly, once you engage the girl, either you deliver her or you assist her to 'escape'."
«Plot» Thistledown says, "Totally understood."
«Plot» Johnny Tucson says, "Agreed."

Silk waits for several ticks, eyes traveling between both men. She leaves the unspoken unspoken, answering Thistledown instead, "I'd start by verifying the information we have. Following that, we narrow down our search to where she is supposed to be, find out her schedule, and then move in. We have less than 48 hours, which means we don't have a great deal of time for lengthy stakeouts. We'll need to pick the most viable path and move."

Thistledown nods, "So we find out her schedule, and check to see if she's been attending classes. Was the sultan kind enough to provide us her passport and information to book a ticket or do we need to attend to those details as well?"

"We have a name and a school. Does anyone know a decker? It shouldn't take long for one worth their weight to do a quick in and out on the school to snag basic information." Tucson says lowly. "Get an address, do a stake-out. Seems easy enough. I'd still rather ask the underage lass if she's willing to go and play Harem Girl with the Sultan."

"There will be a ticket waiting for her, I have little doubt." The elven woman suggests, "We should, perhaps, work whatever avenues we have available and meet again, in person or via the 'trix, in say … 18 to 24 hours? That will give us ample time to cover the necessary bases and .. give the mission some thought." The woman glances between the two men again, "After that, we move in and take care of business."

Thistledown nods, "Sounds fair, one consideration though. Airports are a bit high on security…will either of you have trouble with high level scans?"

Kassandra shakes her head, "I don't anticipate having a problem with the airport."


«Plot» Kassandra says, "1. I will contact Dumpshock (Deckmeister) and/or Network (SIN/ID fixer) to find me a decker with knowledge of the Polytechnical Institute of Denver campus. I want a full work up on Ahmeera Ghanem. They can expand outwards from the college. In 12 hours, i want to know everything about her, down to her favorite sexual position and toothpaste type. Also, I want a soft search done about whomever she might have a marriage contract with."

«OOC» Kassandra resolves any tests for that before moving to the next point.
«Plot» Blindside says, " Please roll eti+contact level"
«Auto-Judge[]» Kassandra (#9777) rolls Etiquette + 1 for "Not using pheromones, over phone, lack of time.":
1 1 2 3 3 5 8 11

Dumpshock scratches himself. "Some college kid? You want to know what… well, yeah, I can get that, sure. I mean, they're all over the trix, these kids. All kinds of social networking sites and no one thinks about what they post. Do you -really- want to know her sexual position? I mean, thats kind of hot, but creepy."

Kassandra smiles, the tiny video screen muting some of her natural charm. "I want to know everything about her. If she is a superfreak, that might help me find her. You never know with these kids these days." The fixer adds, "I'd really appreciate it. I'm looking to drop 10 large on this. I need it that bad."

«Plot» Kassandra says, "Drop payment by 10,000 for decker related payouts."
«Plot» Blindside says, " Payment dropped to 65,000 Nuyen"
«Plot» Kassandra says, "My payment, not theirs."
«Plot» Blindside says, " Divide it how you like ;)"

Dumpshock chuckles. "Sure babe, I'll get the work up for ya. Whats the time frame? Given the pay your droppen, I'm assuming fairly quick."

"Yesterday. Maybe a week ago. Fast is good, accurate is better. Twelve to eighteen hours is the max I can give this." Silk glances over the other tasks, shaking her head.

"Roger doger." And the link goes dead.

«Plot» Kassandra says, "2. I will contact Shigeo (Yakuza Solder). I'd like to borrow two guys that can pass airport security without any hassles to escort someone from a point I will choose to Denver International Airport, Confederated Airlines, Flight #221 when I call, within the next 40 hours. I will pay them for this task, as well as giving Shigeo and his people a very good rate for any purchases for the next week."

«OOC» Blindside nods. Eti+contact level
«Auto-Judge[]» Kassandra (#9777) rolls Etiquette + 1 for "Not using pheromones, over phone, lack of time. Contact rating 1":
3 5 5 5 5 5 5 7

"Hai. Two men, Airport, Flight 221… On stand by. No problem."

«Plot» Kassandra says, "3. I will contact Ocean (R2 Fixer). I need a full breakdown of the PCC campus, including floorplans, sewers, gates, etc. Accurate as of the last week. Schematics, blueprints, whatever she can get her hands on in the next 18 hours."

«OOC» Blindside says, "Eti + contact level"
«Auto-Judge[]» Kassandra (#9777) rolls Etiquette + 2 for "Not using pheromones, over phone, lack of time. Contact rating 2":
1 1 4 4 4 4 5 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Kassandra (#9777) rolls Etiquette + 2 for "Not using pheromones, over phone, lack of time. Contact rating 2, karma reroll":
1 3 3 4 5 8 9 11 14

"Funny you should ask, cause, I got those exact things sitting right here. I don't know why, but someone just walked in. I'll mail em over to you. 2,000 should cover it."

«Plot» Kassandra says, "Reduce payment by 2000 for ocean, 3000 for the yak."
"You are a lifesaver, Sarah. Payment sent."
«OOC» Kassandra says, "done until I have more data."

«Plot» Blindside says, " Payment reduced to 60,000"

«Plot» Thistledown goes home, washes the dye out of his hair and switches to jet black, he removes his contacts replacing them with ones that turn his eyes deep blue, he changes into his off the rack aramante. Heads down to the campus and does some people watching for a few hours while drinking a fashionable cup of coffee and writing bad poetry.

«OOC» Blindside nods. Give me an ettiqute roll.

«Auto-Judge[]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls Etiquette:
1 11

«OOC» Johnny Tucson says, "back"

«OOC» Blindside says, "Had a phone call"
«OOC» Blindside says, "Back now"
«OOC» Thistledown says, "That's it for me, just coffee and making small talk with the pretty college girls."
Bad poetry, discussions on the merits of the corporate structure of the PCC as selling out to the white mans ways or if its simply adapting to a superior structure. SOme neogoths discuss the enrapturing nature of the recent discoveries of magical nhils in the Grand Canyon…

That said, you do meet a few nice girls.

«OOC» Blindside says, "Anything else?"
«OOC» Johnny Tucson says, "Don't think so. If we're hitting PCC directly, that nukes my meager skill set"
«OOC» Blindside says, "Newbs are like that :) You'll get better."
«OOC» Blindside says, "Okay."

«Plot» Blindside says, " ROLLING FORWARD 18 HOURS"
«Plot» Blindside says, " FLIGHT LEAVES IN 28 HOURS."

Dumpshock gets back to Kassandra. "Okay. SO. This chick. Like, she was real off the radar until she arrived in Denver last year. Her family paid cash for her education. She drives a Eurocar Chevallier (Americar clone) and lives in a private condo owned by the family, near the Aztlan Border overlooking the platte river. Her credit cards were active until about 4 days ago, showing activity in malls, bars, movie theaters and also a strip club. Her car is currently parked in the Aztlan Sector, near Serpent's Feather Restraunt. It has not moved in 3 days.

«OOC» Kassandra clarifies: was the last activity the strip club?

«OOC» Blindside says, "Yes. Strip club was "La Herramienta de rosa", in english: The Pink Tail"
«OOC» Johnny Tucson rofl's
«Game» Backup to offline storage commencing. Game may freeze for a bit…

Kassandra nods, making copious notes as she talks to Dumpshock. "Interesting. Is there anything in her activity that would suggest she is lesbian or bisexual?" Kassandra circles the name of the club, making a few question marks next to it, putting "Cubans?" in parenthesis.

"Actually, she seems to be enjoying the cock well enough. She's got a profile on OKStupid, EWhoremany and HotOrElf.. And she's got a LOT of admiriers. And nipple rings."

«OOC» Johnny Tucson splutters water everywhere.
Tap, tap, tap.."Most recent activity on those?"

"HotOrElf and EWhoremany. She's flinging around cheesecake around a lot. I'm lookgin at her Trix activity and she's… wow. Uh, I'm gonna need… five minutes here…"

Silk smiles briefly, jotting a few extra notes, "Are these accounts active in the last three days?"
Kassandra fires up the computer while waiting on Dumpshock, working on making an account on these systems to check out things for herself.

"UH, no. No, not in the last few days. Got a video stream here to Las Vegas, that was 2 hours long… trying to get the content. Also a lot of phone calls to Dubai… A -LOT- of those, actually. Looking here, there was a burst of incoming calls from a trix-address that seems to have also accessed her HotOrElf profile… from Dubai."

Kassandra changes gears, asking, "Did we get any information on the arrainged marriage angle? Any husbands to be waiting at home? Andy any of these admiriers from Dubai, maybe, but have some local trixmail addys?"

"Let me cross reference here… No, but I do show the calls coming from her parents house. Same place the trix contacts from. I think maybe her family back home found out about her extra curricular activity."

Kassandra rubs at her eyes, the helpful time count in the corner of her visual range counting down from the fourty-eight hours they were given. Kassandra sighs, nodding to the vid-phone, "Alright. Anything else exciting or pertinent?"

"SHe's got a freckle on her left asscheek. It's endearing."

Kassandra snorts, "I'll keep that in mind. Solid, thanks Dumpshock. I'll be in touch." The elf kills the feed, looking over the information for the various social sites, checking the time till she meets with the others. She starts getting her notes in order…
In his time with the teenage masses of the Pueblo, Thistledown will learn a few pertinant facts.
«OOC» Thistledown would like to know more about the freckle…

1: A modeling agency did a headshot fair, letting girls get headshots for free, in return for first refusal.

2: One of the girls has gone missing, one of the more popular girls on campus.

3: Coffee is vastly overpriced.

Thistledown sighs as he puts the green back into his hair and eyes, muttering to himself, "6 hours as a brunette and I've got more numbers than 2 months with style. The women of this city are just tasteless." He heads out to meet up with the others.


Silk is waiting at the meeting site, the food court at the Cherry Creek Mall. The woman snacks on a small salad, a few shopping bags near her table. The woman works on her food, waiting on the two men to arrive.

Johnny Tucson rolls to the rendezvous, looking much the same as before. Scruffy and weather worn, but quiet and steely under the surface. The bike is parked and he moves towards the familiar, hard-to-miss elfess, the subtle susurrus of the spurs lost in the general mall noise. "Ma'am." The hat is tipped and he waits to be invited before seating himself.

Thistledown walks in and picks up a cherry coke and fries on his way over to the booth. "Heya folks, whaddya know?"

Kassandra gestures towards the seats, small children throwing fries nearby. The festive after-Christmas atmosphere of the mall would provide cover for an all out assault by the Army, let alone a friendly talk, "Good afternoon, gentlemen. I trust you have a pleasant time, managed to get some gifts?" The woman turns a datapad to face them, text notes there in English detailing what she has found thus far.

Thistledown takes up the datapad, "Good stuff, but I found some other items we'll definitely want to pickup." He adds briefly the rumors about the headshots and the girl that has gone missing. Before passing it to Johnny.

Johnny Tucson slides the pocsec closer and looks the information over, then shakes his head. "My presents are for those more… organized than I suspect our friends are." he says, sliding the pocket secretary back over towards Kassandra.

Kassandra nibbles on her salad when the men read, nodding to something Thistledown says, "Might be that our happy photographer could be related to the club. If she has that big a following online, it might stand to reason that she has moved on to real life .. and if the family is upset with her lifestyle and wanted her to quit, the boss might not be too happy. It is a pretty small chance, but .. if anyone has anything better?"

Thistledown shrugs, "I would caution that our Sultan may simply be a fan-boy she infatuated during that long call to Dubai, especially since you were able to turn up nothing on the marriage arrangement."

Long distance to Kassandra: Blindside didn't see a direct request for info on the marriage arrangement, so didn't provide any.
Thistledown says "I'm willing to go forward, Johnny?"
Kassandra remarks quietly, forking another bite of salad, "I don't care if it is Biff the Killer Troll out in the Warrens, in all honesty. If the check clears, whomever the 'Sultan' is gets a wife."

Thistledown nods, "Was more a recommendation that we make sure the check clears."

"Entirely possible. I say we look for her, ask her questions and find out. Specially seein' as she's underage." Johnny tosses his two yen in again and then settles back. "I'll walk the line, if someone's willing to draw it." A pause and he blinks at Kassandra. "I'll remember that."

d she's actually a spinster by local custom in Dubai…why are you calling her underage?"

Thistledown shakes his head, "No, nevermind, not important."

Kassandra sips her bottled POWERWATER! (now in hot orange!), nodding to Johnny, "I said it at the beginning, and I'm still clear on the fact: it is the job we took. If we aren't all together on that, I want to know before we are neck deep in security and screaming. It makes things go a lot easier."

Thistledown nods, "Besides we're being paid to get her to the airport, if she doesn't want to go she can always make a scene when we've made the drop."

"It depends on how the job plays out. If she wants to go, then it's fine." There's a pause and then Johnny shakes his head. "Nevermind."

Kassandra sets her fork down, wiping her mouth. The woman leans in, watching both men. "Let's get this all on the table now, guys. The /spririt/ of the contract is to deliver her; nibbling around the edges and hoping she can make a clean break at the airport is outside of the contract." She keeps her voice quiet, almost hushed, "If you don't want to do a forced snatch and grab, say so. I'll pay you out of pocket and you can walk away, your conscience clear. But, and I caution this is a but, if we get involved in this and then there is the decision NOT to hand her over or help her get away, there is going to be a rather heated discussion. I don't think that is a good idea, not given the stakes."

Thistledown shrugs, "I agreed to get her to the drop point, what she does when we put the ticket in her hand at the gate is between the Sultan and her."

Twenty-five thousand yen. Or the guilt of sending some chick off to be a foreigners whore in pretty silks. If it rolls right. Greed or redemption? Stained of soul and burdened by his own guilts, Johnny stands up. "No need, Miss." A tip of the hat, no sign of regret or bitterness in his demeanor, just simple acceptance of The Way Things Are. "I wish the both of you luck. I'll say nothing of the endeavor and be staying in a coffin at Sal's, if you need someone to double check in the in-house cams for the coffin. I'll stay out of the way and silent about the work."

Kassandra nods slowly to Johnny, letting out a long sigh, "All right, then, I wish you the best of luck as well." She shakes her head, looking towards Thistledown after Johnny Tuscon's opt out.

Thistledown nods to Johnny saying, "Be well." He turns back to Kass, "Did I read right that her car hasn't moved in 3 days?"

"That is what they said, yes."

Johnny Tucson nods to Thistledown and then turns to go. The Scorpion is claimed. No looks back as he leaves the two to the job, his own conscience unburdened in this instance.

Thistledown says "Do you think we can continue this or should we be looking for replacements and pay to get out of this with our reputations intact?"

Kassandra holds up a finger and pulls out a phone, "I have someone in mind who might be able to give us a hand with this." She flips through the maze of information on the item, selecting one that looks likely, labled simply: Annie. She hits the send button, sending out the call.

Annie answers after a couple of rings, "Hello?"

"Hello, this is Silk. Are you available for some work?" Kassandra speaks quietly, the sounds of the Cherry Creek Mall quite clear through the phone.

Annie considers for a moment and then replies, "Sure, where and when and how heavily should I pack?"

Silk says, "Well, we are meeting at the moment at the Cherry Creek Mall to hammer things out, so a pretty light pack for that. Afterwards, we may have to be rather forceful if things go poorly."

"Very well…on my way. ETA approximately 20-25 minutes", Annie states after another moment. *click*
Kassandra hangs up, mentioning to Thistledown, "She's on her way. About twenty-five minutes."

«Plot» Blindside says, " 23 Hours remaining"

Thistledown nods, "Remind me in the future to check for ethics prior to agreeing to a run."

Kassandra goes back to working on what is left of her salad, saying, "Ethics are part of every mission. The real test is what you do about it when the time comes."

Thistledown shrugs, and eats his fries. "Fair enough."

Annie arrives pretty much when she said she would, moving through the crowd with a surprising amount of agility for a crone her age. She approaches the table (?) and pauses a few meters away to look over the people present before choosing a seat for herself. "Hello all.", she greets those present after a few moments, "I understand there is some work?"

Kassandra nods to Annie, moving her shopping bags out of the way, "Indeed. In short, we have a young lady that is about to be a blushing bride for a far away sheikh. He'd like her on a plane in about twenty-three hours. The main complication is that she has vanished from her school. It pays twenty-five." Silk hits the high points.

Thistledown adds, "She was playing a bit on the wild side, may have either gotten in over her head or just caught the wrong peoples attention."

Annie nods to Silk and Thistle, "Sounds simple enough and the pay seems adequate.", she shrugs after a moment, "Silk would not be here if the run wasn't kosher. I'm in."

Silk raps on the table with her knuckles, "Alright. So we need to find this little lady." The elven fixer considers, glancing to Annie, "Could you find her, if you had something of hers?"

Annie frowns for a moment and chews on her lip absently as she considers the question. "Quite likely. How long has she been missing?"

Thistledown says "3 days."

Kassandra moves a stray lock of hair back into position, nodding, "Three days, that we can attest to. No credit activity, not sighted on campus, car isnt moving, no trix activity."

Annie shrugs, "Okay, best bet is to hit her home initially and see if we can locate a viable tissue sample. Unless she has an active medical contract, that is probably the most likely location to find what I would need for some ritual tracking." She sighs after a moment, "It would not be easy though since in three days she could effectively be anywhere. On the planet or in an orbital by now."

Kassandra nods, moving to rise. "Alright then, we know where she lives, where her car is, and have a whole host of information on her. I imagine, given her promiscuity, you'll find more tissue than you can shake a stick at." The woman gathers her bags, nodding to the others, "To the Azzie sector."

Thistledown nods, "We have a location on her car, would that be a viable source of items for you. I would imagine we can access it a bit easier than the house."

"Home would be better.", Annie replies as she also slowly stands, "But the car might serve in a pinch."

«Plot» Kassandra says, "the team heads to the condo"

«Plot» Thistledown says, "Condo it is"
The Pueblo Corporate Council, the nice river front sections where it borders on the Aztlan. The condo is in a high rise, secured apartment building, by which entry is controlled by concierge in the day, and a secure passkey system at night.

«OOC» Thistledown says, "On the lucky whim of the gods, any of the numbers I pick up happen to dial into this building?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Blindside (#2329) rolls 1:
«OOC» Blindside says, "Only the one for the fat chick with the overbite."
«OOC» Blindside says, "And you're unclear on the 'chick' part."
«OOC» Thistledown says, "My favorite type…."

Thistledown sighs, "Excuse me a moment, I'll see if I can't get the door opened for us."

Kassandra nods, checking her make-up in her compact. The woman mentally toggles a switch, prepping one of her skillsofts, just in case.
«OOC» Thistledown says, "Make a quick call, "I'm in the area, with my family, wanted to see if you wanted to hang out if I could give them the slip.""

«OOC» Blindside says, "Roll me your suave ass 'pity fuck' dice."
«OOC» Blindside says, "Translates to etiquette or charisma."
«Auto-Judge[]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls Charisma:
3 4 7 8

A pause. "OH MY GOD! Come on up! I mean, I've got snacks and I've got Dance Dance Evolution and I could get pizza and we could… oooh! I could help you with that bad dyejob!"
«Auto-Judge[]» Kassandra (#9777) rolls 4 (Disguise) for "Trying to look like a totally slutty and yet upclass college girl.":
2 4 5 5
«OOC» Kassandra says, "Wait, I already do. :)"
«OOC» Blindsidel laughs

Thistledown laughs, "If you thought that was bad you should see what happened to me last night over at the glitter club last night, I look like a bad neon sign."
Thistledown says "Can you buzz me, my mother, and sister in? They won't leave me be till they see you in person, they're a bit overprotective."

Annie waits quietly with her forensics kit slung over one shoulder. She does her best to fit in, 'Like, yeah. I am this dudes mother."
«Auto-Judge[]» Blindside (#2329) rolls 3 for "WHo brings their mom on a date? Are you that young? OH MY GOD, YOUR A FRESHMAN!":
5 7 8
"Thats… a little weird, Thistle…" Says the voice on the phone. "Like… a -lot- wierd."
Thistledown laughs, "
«Game» Backup to offline storage commencing. Game may freeze for a bit…
Thistledown laughs, "Like I said they're doing a day out on the town and were dragging me along, I saw your building and thought I'd much rather hang with you."

Kassandra adjusts her outfit, showing off more cleavage. She has a backpack with her with like, books. And stuff. She could pass for a college student, and if not, she has bewbs, as they say on the trix.
«Auto-Judge[]» Blindside (#2329) rolls 3 for "Uh, yeah, okay.":
1 2 9
«OOC» Thistledown says, "Wow, perceptive chick."
«OOC» Kassandra says, "You should keep her."
«OOC» Thistledown says, "I'm thinking about it."
She just kind of stares at her phone. "Look, I know, Ha hah, jokes on me, right? The fat chick puts out. You know what, freshie? SLOT OFF!"


Thistledown sighs, "Sorry, no dice there."
Kassandra nods to Thistledown, "She was probably pre-law. Alright, on to grift number two, con the security guard or RA to let me in, because I left my ID? If not, well, there are other ways to get a key."

Annie hmms, "Okay…let me see what I can do about this…"

Thistledown taps into his poc-sec an order to send that girl flowers and a card…Every day, for 2 months.
Annie closes her eyes and seems to concentrate for a long moment, her form shimmering and then reforming into a little less conspicuous appearance for the location.

«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 10 vs TN 4 (to Blindside) for "Physical Mask Alteration.":
1 1 1 1 1 1 2 3 4 4 4 4 4 4 5 5 5 7 7 10 = 12 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Thistledown (#9317) spends 600 nuyen for " Flowers for the nice young lady.".
And suddenly Annie tursns in to WHATEVER THE FUCK SHE PLEASES.
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Willpower + Sorcery Pool: 1 vs TN 4 (to Blindside) for "Soak 4M Drain. Need 2 successes with Trauma Damper":
1 1 1 2 4 4 5 5 5 5 7 8 = 8 Successes

Annie offers the other two runners a grin and flips her forensics kit back to her shoulder, "Alright. Let's get in this place."
Kassandra raises an eyebrow, moving to follow Annie.

Thistledown would follow that pair of pairs anywhere.

«OOC» Blindside says, "What does Annie look like now?"
«OOC» Blindside says, "Please be specific"
«OOC» Annie says, "Changed my desc"
«OOC» Annie says, "Is there an actual physical guard at a desk or behind a window?"
«OOC» Blindside nods.
«OOC» Blindside says, "Conseirge. upscale"
«OOC» Annie says, "Is he alone?"
«OOC» Blindside says, "Rotating shift of 3. One patrolling, one sitting, one spelling the other two."
«OOC» Annie says, "He have a name badge?"
«OOC» Blindside says, "'Lt. Currothers'"

Annie flounces up to the concierge, "Heya. My friends and I are visiting my cousin. She said to talk to Lt Currothers, and that he would let us in."
Annie pages: Influence spell on him to have him let us in.

Kassandra follows Annie to the concierge, checking her make-up in her compact. The woman seems to pay no attention to the man, primping her hair and clothing, making sure that the man has a good view of her.

Thistledown slouches along after the other two looking like he just got rejected by a fat chick.

«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 10 + 2 (manipulation) vs TN 4 (to Blindside) for "F6 Influence Spell. Admit the kid and her friends without any questions.":
1 1 1 1 1 1 2 2 2 2 3 3 4 4 4 4 4 5 7 8 10 11 = 10 Successes

1 1 1 1 1 2 2 2 2 3 3 4 4 4 4 4 5 7 8 10 11 = 10 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Willpower + Sorcery Pool: 1 vs TN 3 (to Blindside) for "Soak 3S Drain. Need 4 w/trauma damper":
1 1 1 2 2 3 3 3 3 3 10 11 = 7 Successes

«OOC» Blindside says, "Pose your spell."

----------—[ Shadowrun Denver ]—-
==============================> Annie <========================================

Standing at 1.57 meters tall and weighing in at around 41 kilograms,
this lithe and athletic young Elven girl appears to be in her late teens at
the most. She possesses a classic Oriental beauty with expressive wide almond
shaped black eyes with lush eyelashes. Her long silky black hair is currently
bound into a twin set of pigtails which she seems to take a great deal of
pleasure in flouncing about as she walks.

Currently she is wearing a pair of military issue black cargo pants
with a half dozen pockets along the legs and thighs which are tucked into a
pair of dull and battered black combat boots. Topping the above ensemble is a
black strapless halter with the words 'Mostly Harmless' emblazoned in
metallic pink letters.

She is wearing some heavy black eye-liner and a smear of slut-red
lipstick that defines her lips exquisitely. Her jewelry consists of a
well-worn medicine bag on a leather thong, a silver charm bracelet with over
a dozen dangling silver and gold ornaments, a matched pair of platinum rings
on her left hand, and a navel ring which is clearly visible due to the more
than scanty nature of her shirt. She has a pair of visible tattoos; the first
of which is a vibrant red circular tattoo which encircles her belly button
with an equal armed cross hitting the center. The second tattoo is a silver
crescent moon which is on the back of her left shoulder.

Somewhat at odds with her appearance, her motions are the quick and
occasionally jerky movements commonly associated with those who have had a
great deal of reaction or reflex enhancements.

----> Type '+view Annie' for more information <----

Annie flounces up to the concierge, "Heya. My friends and I are visiting my cousin. She said to talk to Lt Currothers, and that he would let us in.", she pauses a few feet away and flutters her eyelashes in a charming manner, "Puhlease let us in Lt Currothers" Someone watching closely might possibly notice a slight ripple in the air, reminiscent of heatwaves flickering over a desert highway passing momentarily between Annie and the guard.
«OOC» Blindside says, "Thanks. I just recall magic not being an act of will, but usually, an actual act."

«OOC» Annie says, "Nope…you can do magic without any visible effect. No handwaving necessary unless you are geased or that is your centering skill. Some mages just do it because of habit."
«OOC» Blindside ahhhs.
Lt. Currothers blinks once, then twice, and stands up. "Absolutely, I'd be happy to escort you, if you like. But, go right on up. I'm sure she's expecting you."
Annie grins brightly and spontaneously gives the guard a vigorous hugs, "Thanks mister!", she turns and gestures to her friends, "Let's go!"

Thistledown slouches along, hands deep in pockets.
The lobby is what you might expect from any high rise residential tower. The ground floor is used for the pool, gym, recreation commons, that sort of thing, with every available square foot above it used for rental space. Your target, lives on the 53rd floor, two floors down from the roof.

Kassandra snaps her compact closed, moving to follow Annie with a wave to the Lt. The woman plays the sightseer, looking around and marking where the exits and entrances are.

Annie stops in front of the elevator doors and punches the button several times as if that would actually speed the thing up. When the door opens she piles inside and waits for the other two. "53rd floor right?", she enquires after the doors finally swing shut.

Thistledown nods, as he steps into the elevator.
Kassandra cracks some gum, nodding, "That is what she chatted at me. Did you see that pool? She is SO lucky to live in a place like this. I remember my room, it was SO small. And I shared it with this girl who was a total slag." Kassandra will keep up the conversation, filling in the silences for the nice elevator camera.
Its a nice turbo elevator, and a few moments later.. DING!

Thistledown just make a pssssht noise of derision at your chatter and steps out into the hallway swinging his head left and right checking the numbers on the doors.
Annie exits the elevator and waits for the other two to lead the way to the apartment. She is not really the B&E type…hopefully one of the other two can cover it.

The apartment is at the end of the hall, the furthest unit from the elevator, meaning its probably a corner unit. Swanky.
«OOC» Annie checks for hallway cameras…
«Auto-Judge[]» Kassandra (#9777) rolls Intelligence for "Here camera camera camera":
2 2 3 3 4 5 9 9
«Auto-Judge[]» Kassandra (#9777) rolls Security Procedures:
3 4 4 7

Cameras are at the end of the hall, facing the elevator, and at every junction.

Kassandra lowers her voice as the team heads towards the girl's condo, mentioning in a quiet voice, "Unless one of you two have a faster way, I'll have to bypass the lock. Cameras might make that an issue."

«OOC» Annie says, "How many cameras covering the target door? Just the one?"
«OOC» Blindside says, "One, covering 3 doors. One to each side, and hers on the 'back' wall."
Thistledown whispers in return, "Just go stand by the door for a moment, I'll take care of the camera's."

«OOC» Annie says, "Wait…so only one camera is actually giving a continual image of her door…or is that 4?"
«OOC» Blindside says, "One camera is in position to give continious feed."
Kassandra heads over to the door, "I think this is hers!" She shifts her backpack, still talking about her days at St. Paul U.

Annie peers around Kass toward the numbers on the door, "Yup, that's it."
«OOC» Thistledown says, "Trid Phantasm, of the girls standing by the door, I stay outside the illusion and move around a bit. When she gets the door show the door opening from the inside, drop the phantasm so the look right entering."
«OOC» Thistledown says, "BGcount 1?"

«OOC» Blindside says, "No BG Count."
«Auto-Judge[]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 3 vs TN 4 for "Girls chilling by the door. Force 3 Trid Phantasm":
1 1 2 4 5 5 5 5 8 = 6 Successes

Huh? (Type "help" for help.)
«Auto-Judge[]» Blindside (#2329) rolls 1:
«Auto-Judge[]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls Willpower + Sorcery Pool: 3 vs TN 3 for "Soaking vs D":
1 2 2 2 3 4 4 5 5 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls Willpower + Sorcery Pool: 3 - 5 vs TN 3 for "Soaking vs D 1kp":
1 2 4 4 = 2 Successes

«Plot» Thistledown says, "Takes a Light Stun."
«OOC» Blindside says, "I hate that spell. It seems harder than it should to soak."

Thistledown says "You're good, we can wait till she's out of the shower."
Kassandra nods, dropping to one knee and removing one of the books from her backpack. She flips the book open, several pieces from her electronics tool kit inside. She closes her eyes, mentally shifting modes; immediately, memories and talents flood over her system. She runs a quick look over the lock plate, selecting a tool and getting to work.
Thistledown thumbs up the volume on his pocsec music, loud enough to cover the odd clicking noises.

«OOC» Kassandra says, "Ok. Removing lock case, base time 60 seconds. TN?"
«Game» Backup to offline storage commencing. Game may freeze for a bit…

«Auto-Judge[]» Blindside (#2329) rolls 1:
«OOC» Blindside says, "Looks like a Rgt 6 magloc. Good high security residential"
«OOC» Blindside says, "So 6"
«Auto-Judge[]» Kassandra (#9777) rolls 4 (Electronics.BR) vs TN 6 for "Base time 60 seconds, removing lock case.":
1 4 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Kassandra (#9777) rolls 4 (Electronics.BR) vs TN 6 for "Base time 60 seconds, removing lock case., karma reroll":
4 9 9 10 = 3 Successes

«OOC» Annie says, "Woo"
«Auto-Judge[]» Kassandra (#9777) rolls 4 (Electronics) vs TN 6 for "Base time 60 seconds, hotwire lock.":
2 4 5 15 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Kassandra (#9777) rolls 4 (Electronics.BR) vs TN 6 for "Base time 60 seconds, replace lock case.":
1 5 5 10 = 1 Success
«OOC» Kassandra says, "total time 2 mins 20 seconds"

The plate comes off, and then the lock is overridden, then the plate is removed… and the door clicks open.

Thistledown sighs as the door opens, "What was your cousin doing, a hot oil treatment?"
Kassandra works not quickly, but she does work cleanly. The woman mutters to herself in a faint Yiddish accent, tsking quietly at the state of the lock. She reigns in the desire to rewire the lock to function better, prying off the plate and setting it gently down. She attaches the leads and runs the bypass, the lock eventually cycling. After that, she replace the plate and makes sure it fits just so, wiping it clean afterwards. The elf kills the softs, shaking her head. She replaces the tools in the book, the book in the bag.
Down at the end of the hall, the Elevator DINGS.. someone is about to get off.

Thistledown steps into the middle of the hallway, stretching and yawning, coat flaring out taking up as much a view as possible, "Finally, hey cous." He says through the yawn.

«OOC» Annie says, "Does the door have a little peephole?"
Kassandra moves to scamper into the condo, shifting to a new soft. She clicks the mental trigger, trying to get out of the hall before they are seen. The skills flood her system, a new set of variables, movements, and knowledge driving her form.
«OOC» Thistledown says, "Hold illussion as till the I hear the doors opening, then drop and get into the condo."

«OOC» Blindside says, "It does."

Annie follows behind Kassandra, pulling the door closed when everyone is inside the suite, then stands up on her toes to peer through the peephole to see who is exiting the elevator.

Kassandra lets Annie worry about the hall. The small woman keeps low, her balance shifting as she looks around, trying to see if there is anyone else in the condo, any threat to her person.
«Auto-Judge[]» Blindside (#2329) rolls 5 vs TN 3:
2 2 2 2 3 = 1 Success
Just as the door closes, the elevator opens, and Guard Palcon steps off the elevator, he has a radio in his hand and is talking in to it. "Yeah… I know the watcher said there was magic… but I don't anything. No ones up here. I'll do a canvass of the appartments. Check the logs, see if any doors opened in the last few moments."
Thistledown whispers, "Keep in mind this chick was a broadcaster, watch that we don't walk in front of a webcam."

Annie sighs and whispers to the others, "We got some company incoming. Said something about a watcher. They are bound to notice this door opened on the logs. I might be able to alter his memory and send him on his way."
Thistledown curses, "If they're already watching for magic that might be rough, any chance you can mimic our girl and just say you let us in?"

«OOC» Annie says, "Peek around astrally and see if I can spot a watcher nearby?"
Kassandra nods slowly, keeping close to the wall. She lets the other woman work, keeping quiet, mulling over the information in her head. She forces the memories associated with the skills down, eyes scanning the area for cover and weapons, planning for a possible ambush.

«OOC» Blindside says, "Your inside a room now. You can't astrally see through walls, I don't think?"
«OOC» Annie says, "Nope."
«OOC» Blindside says, "You'd have to go through the door or open it. NO spirits inside the house though."

«OOC» Annie says, "Hrmm, go to the telecomm unit. See if there is a audio and visual representation of her on the answering function of hte machine."
«OOC» Blindside says, "Clarify?"
«OOC» Annie says, "I want to see if there is a recorded message on her telecomm unit that depicts the residents image and voice pattern"

«OOC» Blindside says, "You want a picture of her and a voice sample."
«Auto-Judge[]» Blindside (#2329) rolls 1:
«OOC» Blindside says, "Pictures of her all around, no voice sample ovious"
«OOC» Annie says, "Right. A 'Im not here right now' message on her phone seemed reasonable"
«OOC» Annie says, "Ok"

«OOC» Blindside says, "Hrm. You're right.o"
«OOC» Blindside says, "That is very reasonable."
«OOC» Blindside gives it to you.
«OOC» Annie says, "Cool, thanks. Okay, I am going to Physical Mask into her. The mask covers image and voice if I have it."
«OOC» Annie says, "Then relock it to my sustaining focus."
Thistledown looks around, taking a stab in the dark while Kassandra is looking around he calls out in a firm command voice, "Lights on, Stereo on, Volume Medium, Genre Rock."

«OOC» Blindside nods.
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Centering vs TN 4 for "Centering for successes":
1 2 3 4 4 13 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 10 vs TN 4 for "Physical Mask into the resident.":
1 1 1 1 1 2 2 2 3 3 3 4 5 5 5 8 8 8 11 11 = 9 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 10 - 9 (successes) vs TN 4 for "Physical Mask into the resident. kp 1/19":
1 2 2 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 8 = 6 Successes
«OOC» Annie says, "So 16 successes with a f6 spell"
«OOC» Blindside says, "Ain't no one seeing through that."

«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Willpower + Sorcery Pool: 1 vs TN 4 for "Soak 4M drain.":
1 2 3 4 4 4 5 5 7 9 9 9 = 9 Successes
«OOC» Thistledown says, "I wanna roll like that someday…"

The Guard stops a few doors down, doing a quick knock. No one answers, so he moves on to the next, while waiting for his main desk to report back on the logs.
Annie crosses the room with a distinct purpose to her stride, then accesses the telecomm and flips through the menus for a moment before stopping at the recorded 'Away' message. She watches the image for a moment to get an idea for accent and appearance, then begins chanting a melodic string of Sperethiel. Her physical image shimmers again and a moment later the resident of the apartment appears where Annie stood a moment ago.
«OOC» Annie says, "Yeah, takes practice. :)"

Kassandra finds a place to 'hang out', tossing her backpack to the side. She sprawls in a chair or on the sofa, just listening to the music and chatting, officer, we swear.
«OOC» Annie does a quick fashion spell also, changing the clothes from what the guards saw me wearing earlier. Want me to roll it, or can we assume I can handle it? :p

Thistledown heads to a better hang out spot as well saying, "Don't forget they may not have record of you getting in, pulled an all nighter and friends had to carry you home, you've been sleeping it off, whatever."
Knock knock knock… on the door. "Ms. Ghanem? ARe you home, Ms. Ghanem?"

Annie goes to the door and opens it a crack to peer outward, "Hello?", she inquires tremulously, "Yes…I am here. Is something wrong?"
"We had an alarm on the security… have you seen anything odd?" He asks, as his radio indicates the voice print matches…

"No.", Annie responds after a moments, "It's been relatively peaceful. I've some friends over and we are going out in a bit for some shopping.", she pauses again, "But if I see or hear anything I will let you guys know. I really appreciate you checking on me though."

The man straightens his tie. "Just doing my job, Ma'am. Have a good day."
With that, he turns back to the elvator. "YEah, just a false alarm. Those spirits they seem to get twitchier every day. Log this one to the main server."
Kassandra sings along with the stereo in between regaling Thistledown with a multitude of stories, some of them bizarrly intertwined, involving all sorts of people and situations. The woman just chatters, popping gum.
Annie smiles, "Thank you. You too.", she shuts the door and locks it up before turning back to the team and picking up her forensics kit.

Thistledown smiles as Annie closes the door, "If all else fails, How'd you like to be a sultana?
Now, inside the house, its absolutely gorgeous in the way a young woman from a family with more wealth than good sense can be. Spacious, luxurious, sumptuous. The 5 room palatial suite of a girl with everything.

Kassandra rolls off the sofa as Annie closes the door, her mouth closing at about the same time. The woman is already moving towards the master bedroom, gaze sweeping over the luxurious home.

Annie opens up the forensics kit and begins sweeping the apartment, looking in the common locations for viable DNA samples. Hairbrushes, bathtub and sink drains etc.
«OOC» Blindside says, "Perception checks, everyone."
«Auto-Judge[]» Kassandra (#9777) rolls Intelligence for "Perception Check":
1 2 2 5 5 5 10 17

«Auto-Judge[]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls Intelligence for "Perception check.":
1 2 2 3 4 15
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Intelligence for "PErception.":
1 1 3 4 4 4 4 4 4 5 5 10

It will be clear, after only a moment, that while large electronics and such is the like are present, minor valubles such as jewelery and designer labels are gone.

Thistledown tsks, "Either we're the second visitors or she's running. I'll check the answering machine, and trix terminal to see if there's anything pointing to a destination."
Kassandra nods, checking all the rooms for clues, dead bodies, and so forth.

No dead bodies, and she doesn't seem to have PACKED for anything. Just certian high profile items a woman of her station should have had, holes in her wardrobe and such. An empty jewelery box (Save for some costume peices).
«OOC» Annie says, "Want me to make a forensics check for the samples I need?"
«OOC» Annie says, "And any bonuses for the Forensics Kit?"
«OOC» Blindside says, "Naw."

«OOC» Blindside says, "You get what you want. DNA from hair."
«OOC» Thistledown says, "Keep an eye out for signs of drug use or btls."
«Auto-Judge[]» Blindside (#2329) rolls 2:
4 5
Annie finishes her sweep, bagging up some viable samples. "Okay, I think I got what I need", she murmurs to the others, "Anything else interesting?"

«OOC» Blindside says, "You don't see anthing obvious, no."
«OOC» Kassandra says, "pictures of boyfriends/men, anything that might indicate places she frequents, like the strip club, bar, etc"
Thistledown says "Everything small and saleable seems to have been either stolen or sold."
Annie chuckles and responds to Thistles other comment, "And no…I spent enough time in the middle east with people blowing themselves up. I don't need to go back unless there is a lot of money involved."

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