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Post by Braddoc on Nov 14, 2006 0:47:17 GMT -5
(Sorry to have deleted your post Xeno, but you have enough pizzas now to bury your sorrow under cheese and meat..oh and here's a map of Seattle, check out the Barrens to help you figure out where the blazes you are www.wizkidsgames.com/shadowrun/shadowland/article.asp?cid=37607)))A quick 45 minutes drive around the Barrens land you on the other side of high Bridge Road into the area known as Avondale, South-West of the Crash Site, South of the Plastic Jungles. John parks his bike across from a brick building, still in good looking shape by the looks of it, with a medium sized blue neon sing, flashing randomly the letters forming "The Leaking Pussy". In front is a parked pizza delivery car, and Xeno and someone, the delivery boy no doubt, taking piles of pizzas into the strip joint. As the couple crosses the street, Xeno hands out a pizza to the middle-aged bouncer, dressed in the latest street-chic leather vest and clean jeans pants, pointing in thumb backward toward the Elven woman and the cybermonster, before heading inside again with a pile of boxes. "Yeah, th'guy with th'tail said you were with him, so no cover, but I have to frisk'ya." Putting his hot meal on the ground he began patting down John, and Jorinda quite professionally. "All right, so you ain't naked, so I'll make it snappy; don't touch the girls dancin' 'cept in the booths, but even there she says no, it's no, or you're outta here. No fights, no gun pointin', wavin' or shootin', no flippin' out, it's only pussy, nuthin' to be crazy about." He turned to Jorinda "Amateur hour starts in about 30 minutes, if you wanna try-out, just ask the 'tender he'll fill you up with the rules and such. So, keep it clean and have a pleasant evenin'."You walked in just behind Xeno, who carried out the last of his pizza order, as the door closes behind you, the delivery car speeds out in the afternoon. The strip club wasn't that bad for the Barrens; it almost looked like a low-class downtown joint. The small entry hall was the weapons check for long arms and otherwise non-pistols sized weapons. A few shotguns and a SMG was in the gun racks, behind a menacing, but well-street dressed, Troll. The bar area made the whole facade of it, directly at the right when exiting the entry hall. On the opposite wall, was the dance scene, forming a T, covering all the front wall and reaching to about the middle of the place. 3 poles where on it, on in th center of the room, and the 2 others were at the corners. Tables were all around the floor, while a small sitting counter was around the central scene. Booth were covering the 2 remaining wall, with red leather bench (even if they were more duck-taped bench with leather patches), half of them had a table, while the others were more fore lap dances. A door was on each side of the stage, one marked 'employees only', the other 'bathroom'. With the dim lights and the easily noticeable recycled air, that place wasn't the best place on Earth, but it's probably one of the best the Barrens have to offer. The 30 patrons and the small staff of 7, maybe 10, were all busy on a pizza, digging happily on the free, hot food that just arrived. Time is now 4:58
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Post by jblack on Nov 14, 2006 1:11:58 GMT -5
Jorinda can only roll her eyes when she sees the place. She'd heard it was a pretty low class place, so she hadn't even bothered to try out there.
She lets the bouncer frisk her, and is glad the guy's hands don't linger. At least the male help was trained pretty good. She half listens to the 'rules'. She had no intention of breaking any. As for amateur hour, well, she wasn't exactly an amateur, but she was here to do a run, and was hardly dressed for an audition.
Walking alongside John, she heads toward where the 'guy with the tail' was. The smell of pizza hits her long before she sees him, but the smell reminded her that she was hungry.
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Post by Falindraun on Nov 14, 2006 1:45:58 GMT -5
John thinks he might have seen this place from the outside a few times...he thinks.
After he gets frisked and wonders if he has to leave his arms at the booth, but then what would he use to pick up the pizza with. John whispers to Jorinda "I wonder if he knows that I'm a walking weapon."
John then looks at Xeno with a raised eyebrow, "Enough pizza chummer?", then John puts his arm around Jorinda to make it appear that we were more then just acquaintances, and finds a place to sit and talk about what happened, what we saw and what should be done next.
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Post by Xenomarch on Nov 14, 2006 14:14:49 GMT -5
After handing out the pizzas I'll go tothe center stage and ogle the current dancer till Hardcastle makes his comment. "Never enough pizza m'friend, never enough. So did you guys get a read on the site and what opposition we're going to face? I got a retired armored patrol car that we can use when we do this. Oh yeah, I reserved us a booth over there in the corner."
With that I'll head to the mentioned booth. On the way I'll motion a waitress over, "A bottle of your strongest for me and an umbrella drink for him. She's the designated driver so a Long Island Ice Tea." I'll toss the waitress my smallest cred stick, "Come see me when/if this runs out."
At the booth (a semicircular u-shaped affair with formica top and cracked red plethor cushions) I'll let Jorinda scoot into the middle with John and myself seating on the outsides. When the waitress comes back with our drinks, "Could you see that we're given some privacy please, thanks doll."
To John and Jorinda: "So spill what'd you girls find out?"
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Post by jblack on Nov 14, 2006 22:54:45 GMT -5
(A long island for the designated driver? Dang!)
This was the Barrens. They probably see a lot of cyberguys here. Jorinda thinks to herself, but to John she offers, "Probably. But he figures you're on your best behavior tonight."
Jorinda nods, but for the moment says nothing more, because they didn't exactly have a lot of privacy to do so. She follows Xeno to the booth he indicated, keeping a fair amount of distance between herself and his tail.
Jorinda looks at Xeno with a raised eyebrow. A Long Island wasn't exactly a soft drink, or an iced tea. And she was supposed to be the designated driver? There were times when she really wondered about how sane Xeno really was...
Jorinda looks at Xeno. "The Crashers are guarding a factory of some sort. If we take it out, it would probably hurt them. " She looks at John, letting him finish the rest of the story, just as he had finished the bum.
(OOC: Probably won't post Thursday...parents will be visiting.)
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Post by Falindraun on Nov 16, 2006 3:44:52 GMT -5
John looks at Xeno with a raised eyebrow, "An umbrella drink? I think not. Miss, how bout a bottle of beer instead." Then continues with the story where Jorinda had left off and finished off till the end, to include the bum.
To Xeno: "So wheres this car at?"
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Post by Xenomarch on Nov 16, 2006 11:08:42 GMT -5
As Hardcastle winds into his spiel about the recon, Kitten Kupps slinks down center stage and grabs my attention. Wow now there's a fine piece o'tail. Xenomarch get your mind out of... oh you mean her actual tail. Man you must be rubbing off on me, she does look good. Heh heh I wonder if she has group rates?
To Hardcastle: "Sorry you were saying? You guys wasted a bum? Oooookay, and I'm called nuts."
To Both: "Here's how I see it; 1) We need to send a message to these punks to not mess with Jackson's places of business; 2) We need, at least Jorinda and I need, to avenge Gunther's ignominious handling by Lone Star; 3) Lastly Jorinda and I need to make some Nu¥en off these jokers, some big Nu¥en now! Anybody think of anything else that we need to do?" I'll wait for one to start to say something. "Good. Now we need to figure out how to do these things. That's where the princess and you, Jorinda, come in. With your rather intimate knowledge of this gang, how do you propose that we accomplish our objective?"
Either due to some dark and maleficent force or the poor lighting quality, the longer Xenomarch talks the more shadowy he appears.
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Post by Braddoc on Nov 16, 2006 11:17:17 GMT -5
((Great another tail-wearing person..hehehehe a match made in the Barrens....Well Jonh ain't showing up..so since Xeno did like John explained the whole hobo killing and running away thing, guess you're at to figure out how to approach this.))
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Post by Falindraun on Nov 17, 2006 16:30:52 GMT -5
To Xeno: "I said wheres this car at?"
"Well I shot the first hobo cause he shot at us first, and I shot the second hobo to prevent him from enlisting help that might have had bigger guns then us. Well what else did you want me to do, let him go to Lone Star?"
"Well we could try to pop them off one at a time from a distance and let them wonder whats happening and kill them as they walk through the front door, but thats just one idea."
To Jorinda: "I didn't even know he was here, what happened to him?"
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Post by jblack on Nov 18, 2006 23:14:13 GMT -5
Jorinda considers her reply. She was a researcher, and wasn't all that hot at strategizing. She did miserably at chess and pretty much every other game that involved the use of strategy, to the point where she stopped playing them.
"Picking them off probably won't work. They'd scope out our positions fast enough, and we'd have to retreat before we made enough of a dent in them. They're guarding something important. We use some grenades or explosives to take it out, and if we've got time, we can collect what copper fragments are left of the tank and sell them." Copper was a pretty precious commodity in Seattle.
"As for getting even with Lonestar..." Jorinda looks to Xeno. "Are you nuts? We try that and Lone Star will roast the lot of us. We were lucky they let us off the last time they pinched us."
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Post by Braddoc on Nov 18, 2006 23:48:14 GMT -5
As Jorinda finishes her plan, the waitress comes back with your drinks; a glass of synth-whiskey, a Long Island ice tea for Jorinda and a yellow-ish drink with an umbrella for John. She also had Xeno's credstick "It's missing 15 Nuyen and the tip pizza-boy, just so you know. You must pay now, I can't start a running bill."
she waits for Xeno to cough up the cash, while throwing a few glares at John.
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Post by Xenomarch on Nov 19, 2006 0:17:15 GMT -5
To the waitress: "Keep the stick." handing it back to her, "I may want something else."
To John: "The cars out front and don't forget your Rooty Tooty Fruity Drink there. As for attacking the gang head on or even sniping them... well it has merits but this is what I was thinking. Night time is y friend and even with all the sensor technology out there I can evade most of it very easy. Jorinda's idea of blowing things up makes a great start and will thin the opposition out greatly. Once their disoriented by the explosions we can implement your sniping to pick off the stragglers while Jorinda plays your eyes and ears."
To Jorinda: "Yes I'm nuts. Lately Xenomarch has been speaking to me and aiding me in tight spots. I just haven't had time to have him shrunk yet. You misunderstood me though when I said that we should avenge Gunther. I was just thinking of making life more interesting for Lone Star by way of increased criminal activity in low crime areas. I was going to farm out the job to other gangs though so as to not have our fingerprints on it"
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Post by jblack on Nov 19, 2006 0:26:11 GMT -5
Jorinda can only shake his head at the man's reply. At least he was honest about it.
"Well, if that's what you hand in mind, sure, go for it, just as long as you make sure they don't reveal that we paid them."
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Post by Braddoc on Nov 20, 2006 22:55:48 GMT -5
The Waitress takes the credstick, smiling a little at John's exotic drink. The Bar seems to be now with at least twice as more patrons than a few minutes ago. It seems that the word about a crap-load of pizza being (surely) spoiled, went around. While most people seems to be your average Barrens Dweller, you did catch about half a dozen young guys, all wearing some green and blue armband. Gangers no doubt.
Kitten Kupps finishes her numbers, and the home announcer gets on the mike "A big round of applause for Kitten Kupps. Kitten Kupps ladies ang gentlemen. I noticed a few woman around, amateur hour starts in about 20 minutes, so get in the dressing room if you're clear whit the bartender. I'll take 5 to get something to eat. The pizza is a nice gift form that man there with the tail. The man points at Xenomarch "Give him a hands folks, it's better than soy, am I right?"
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Post by jblack on Nov 21, 2006 1:27:24 GMT -5
Jorinda takes a look around and notices the appearance of a group of gangers. Blue and green. What gang did they belong to? She wonders, trying to recall it. Very quietly, she says to Xeno, "Those the gangers you had in mind?"
Kitten wasn't bad, but she knew gals at the Beaver who could do better. Heck, she could probably do better. But to do so would attract a bit too much attention. She watches the other ladies heading to the dressing room, but doesn't follow suit.
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