Fixer's Delight

For the runners: It’s a sunny day no rain this aint Seattle. You are in whatever mood suits you… After going through your morning ritual or getting upset you have to wake up. You decide to check your messages. Nothing last Job offer came in three days ago. You do however note that your pass for wondering the city has changed its color. You now have a blue pass. Then it hits you! You remember you have a meeting with, what did he say his name was? Monty. You smile who has a name like Monty. You look at the clock three hours till the specified time. Might as well get started!

Out of towners: The train ride into New York City proper gives you a little view of the famous rebuilt island of Manhattan. The metro north mono rail slows down a bit as you cross the bridge. The city is beautiful in the morning day sun. The tall buildings giving cover to corporate takeovers, and shady underhanded deals. As you enter the city, the train goes through a scanning terminal. Your com beeps and you pull up message from the MDC itself. Greetings Traveler Welcome to Manhattan, please note a few rules before stepping out. It goes on about the rules and regulations to be adhered to in Manhattan you start to wonder how a runner gets around in a place so tightly wound up, and under such constant scrutiny. Moreover the message has an attached file a temporary pass has been added to your COM the message goes on. This pass will allow you access to certain sections in the city your pass is to be broadcast at all times, and please stay in the area your pass is allotted for. Thank very much and enjoy what Manhattan has to offer. Your… Pass… designation… is.. Blue

Shasta: You who do not sleep, and or have no residence: At the appropriate time you feel compelled to the meet. Weather you show yourself or not seems irrelevant for the wage slaves go about there daily toils and travels without noticing your presence, either way… it’s the New York way to ignore others, mind your own business is the motto


(OOC: you guys have three hours till lunch feel free to jump in and say a little about your players activities, do you wanna check out the area use your pass to go some where or you might want to look up the place the meet takes place and ill chime in later k)

"Huh... Shasta said to herself, out loud. She "smiled" in response to the bum she had been watching. He jumped in surprise as one of the "Garbage Bags" he had been napping next to just spoke. Shasta was a little surprised herself, since she hadn't been planning on speaking. But the sudden "pulling" feeling was curious. She could vaguely remember, what seemed like a long time ago, a similar feeling. But back then it was much more powerful.
Shasta decided that she would go and take a look at the place she felt "drawn" to. She started to move in that direct, of course, using the most direct route possible. In this case, that meant heading down the alley toward "mid town", and over the building which blocked a direct route after crossing the next street. Shasta started to glide sedately in that direction, leaving the ground behind as was quite natural to her.
Her reverie, of course, was shattered by the startled gasp, following by a bout of coughing, from behind her. She turned, noticing the bum she had been watching before. He was standing up, no longer standing straight, and holding his neck with one hand as he chocked. He was pointing down the same alleyway she was traveling, and there was a look of terror on his face. Shasta gave his aura a quick look, and confirmed his sentiments. He was certainly terrified of something. She turned to peer down the alleyway in the direction she had been traveling, and could see nothing worthy of his terror.
A few moments passed before it dawned on Shasta that she was still in the physical shape of a garbage bag, and that the Bum was most likely reacting to the "Garbage Bag" floating down the alleyway, after speaking out loud. She laughed while amending her form. In this case, Shasta figured it would be just as easy to leave the Physical plane behind entirely. Astral travel was faster anyway. Her "Garbage Bag" form vanished for existence, as she started to sail toward mid-town unfettered by her former physical form.

A good 20 minutes later, Shasta arrived "near" to the location of her pulling and settled in to begin reviewing her surroundings. For convenience, Shasta decided to take one of the more common forms she had seen in the city. She materialized near the edge of one of the big cement driving-surfaces, and took the shape of one of those yellow or red metal things that the four-legged creatures loved to pee on. She chose to be yellow this time, in recognition of the beginning of the day. Perhaps she would shift to red if the reviewing wore on beyond noon.

Actions:
Stealth (Disguise) test to look like a fire hydrant: 1 hit.
Perception for "Observation Purposes" (extended test, perhaps 30 minutes of continuous watching): 0 hits; not a glitch.
Note: the Perception test is for Astral and Physical at the same time, as Shasta is dual natured and sees both simultaneously.

Samuel walked up and down in his appartment. Allright, the meeting is in three hours. I got everything ready, except I never been to this location. He grabs his commlink and reads the message again. "Café Lalo 201 West 83rd St. New York City", hmm realy never been there. Let's just check this new blue pass thingy. He take his stuff [OOC: Armor Jacket, commlink, sports glasses, earbuds] and walks out the door, taking the next public transport towards the West 83rd.

Shasta: The homeless man looks at the bottle he'd been cradling in his pocket, as the trash bag disappears into nothingness before him. "Gotta lay off the sauce." He mumbles, shivering but having rationalized the situation. He puts the bottle back in his pocket "Not today though."

Time passes you see nothing out of the ordinary, but your attention to your surroundings pays off as you notice what this feeling is that compels you... It was an energy signature you are familiar with... It was Jim's spiritual pressure. The only time you would feel this was in the presence of your fixer, but here on this street you feel it also... Then you here it. Jim's voice and you understand. Somewhere in this city Jim or someone he hired was preforming a ritual. But it was not a summoning ritual more of a guidance thing. "They will come... Wait and they will come." The voice echoed in your mind. Then it hits you almost as the voice stops beckoning, and the ritual ends you get a glimpse of a man in your minds eye, an elf with very fancy clothing. You've never seen this man but for some reason he is important...

Also you remember a recent conversation in the astral you had with Jim. Not so much a conversation with words, but more of an empathic meeting of the minds. How it could have slipped your memory you don't know. Conversations with Jim were rather enlightening. But you do remember him speaking of a what was it. A Job, a task. A RUN! yes he had mentioned that this would help you to further your own goals... What ever they might be... You agreed to meet the person giving the Job. But you never said you would do it. As he did not have all the info you wanted.

(G feel free to fill in anything else you wanna do I'm waiting on the others to post. k?)

Havoc: The ride on the transport is uneventful, and mostly annoying as it is public trans. There is a lot to deal with. Its over crowded, and you could not get a seat. The air conditioning dose not work, so its muggy... But wait there is more! A women and her misbehaving little kids were having a battle of wills. The children jumping about and complaining about what they want!, what they want! The mother trying to calmly talk them down, But getting no where. Much to everyone on the transports dismay... And if that was not enough. There were two pungent aromas startlingly strong. One a women in front of you. Wearing a disgusting amount of perfume, and the sanitation worker man behind you. The two smells made out in your nose and you cant imagine at the moment anything worse then this. You curse your blue pass, and get off at the stop you were looking for... about a half a block down from the Cafe...

(Sorry stampy but i travel in Manhattan alot this is all true stuff lol)

OOC: NICE!! I love the "sauce" reference! That's awesome!

Shasta smiles to herself, finally coming to some understanding of where this feeling was coming from. Of course, there was no "outward" smile showing on her Fire-Hydrant current body. Perhaps the yellow was shining the slightest bit brighter than it was before. No, the smile was to herself. And, of course, to anyone who was watching within the Astral. Her Astral signature would be showing a bright sunny smile, just like the face of a metahuman would when his begging paid off.
With the memory of the homeless guy fresh in Shasta's mind, she had the good sense to disappear before moving to another location this time. Since the resolution of the "pull" on her, she had some sense of the time she had left, and figured it would be amusing to go watch the actual "meet" for a while, just to get a feel for it.
Shasta flowed through the doorway of the Cafe, looking around at the glowing brightness of the occasional person representing the magical metahumanity. As they intermingled with the moderate brightness, often tinged with darkness, of the non-magical metahumanity Shasta glided through the steadily changing groupings of them. Some of the time they would all stand in a line. Other times, they would bunch up in small groups. And almost all of the time, there would be interspersed groups of 1, 2, or 3 of them spread out around the open floor of the Cafe. These movement patterns were nothing new to Shasta, and she had enjoyed observing them, many times, in many locations.

The real challenge with working in a space like this is to choose a shape, or face, which would neatly blend in with the crowd, but would give unfettered access to observation. Shasta's favorite "fall-backs" were all outdoor objects, and they simply wouldn't work well here in the Cafe. She couldn't be a street light, or a garbage bag. She couldn't very well be a Fire Hydrant... She didn't want to be a table or chair, since her view would eventually be limited by the guests using her space. She couldn't be a broken chair, since this place was busy enough that the staff would want to clear it out immediately.
Shasta "sighed" to herself, deciding that she needed to assume a human form for the moment, in order to better see her surroundings and choose her next "observational viewpoint." She headed toward where the bathrooms were usually located. She turned herself around, facing the door, and grabbed it with her mind, pulling it closed. As soon as the door closed, she shifted her form in to that of an entirely non-descript woman. Perfectly average in every way, including boringly earth-toned clothing. Shasta reached out to the door handle, turning it, and started to walk out. Just as she exited the bathroom, she remembered the one vital piece of her disguise she needed to carry. She materialized a coffee cup in to her hand, after the pattern of the patrons.
Disguise Check for the "Non-descript woman with coffee cup" look: 1 hit
Shasta wandered around the room for a few moments, getting a feel for what the room looked like. Shortly, she had a good idea of the details she couldn't clearly make out in the Astral, and a plan began to formulate in her head. Once she had it, she was quite happy with what she thought would work. She turned and stood in line for the Bathroom, annoyed that the line had grown so much since she had visited before.
Following her actions from the last time, Shasta entered the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind her. She immediately shifted, releasing her Materialized body from the physical world, and opening the door to reveal an empty bathroom. The first girl in line had a puzzled look on her face, but Shasta didn't think there was much chance they would have been studying the girl in front of them.
She glided over to the "fixing" table, where all of the coffee modification chemicals were stored. There were pump-bottles with some strange group of chemicals in each of them. They also had things labeled "Soy," "Almond," "Rice," and several others. Shasta grinned at herself for the cleverness of this plan. She located an uncovered section near the edge of the counter, and turned to see if anyone was watching her.
Perception to see if anyone in the crowd was watching in this direction; Assensing to see if there was anyone in the crowd with a special interest in her: 2 hits for Perception, 3 hits for Assensing

When she found that it was clear (pardon my assumption Ghost), Shasta quickly Materialized in to a Table-Trash-Receptical, identical to the one on the other side. (Stealth/Disguise roll: HOLY GODS! CRITICAL SUCCESS!! 5 hits!)

Just another normal time surfing around information on the Matrix, sleep an unknown to this being. Curious about everything and unaware of the many rules of the world besideds what had originaly been experienced by it while as a simple program it moved about wanting to learn as much as it could. it came across something that caught its intrest, it was the matrix location of this gahering but as it being a word that was unfamiliar "cafe", what could this posibly be. what does this word's meaning hold a quick search of the onmatrix dictionary brought up the definition. and as it asimilated the information it grew even more curious as what posibly could a "drink" be or this "federaly mandated standard for Miles Per Galon" noticing as its atention finaly came back to this strange word it was conected to a node and that was somethign of which it was familiar with so it figured it would gather more information on what this 'Cafe" was by going into this node

Hacking into the Node (exteded test 1 intititive pass per = 3 seconds)
Hacking 3 + Exploit 5 + Codeslinger 2 (15 seconds hacking = 11 hits)

having access to the node it starts to sift through informaion in all the files to learn anyting it can about a "Cafe" it learns that this "Cafe" serves drinks called "Coffee" and some other items labled as diferent kinds of "Snacks" it runs across some more information for this buisness such as its financal information. this was some thigs tht it understood. as having been a program that a hacker had made for extra support hile working it had access to his bank accounts so it had a rudementary idea of whatmoney was and what it was used for. It started to think about what It needed money for as it had learned that while it inhabeted a nexi it added stress on the nexi's proccesor and that it needed regular mantenance and upgrades, so it knew that money could be used for such a thing. but how could it get money? well it know that it needed something like a bank account but how did it geta bank account? it was thinking over this and the types of upgraded its new home would need then its thoughts were brought back to the "Cafe" it was inhabiting at the moment and it began runing throught the files again for more information untill it came across the files with the camera footage on it, it taged those as soemtigninteresting to go back to in a bit to watch the people to see what they did. It soon found that other devices were conected to this nexus so it decided to get into those devices as well to gain more information. but this time it knew from its previous programing that the users didnt like things poking around there comlinks so it decided to start running its stealth program.

all of a sudden Its matrx form became inshrouded and transparent wih the light of the matrix passing through it and for those who were observant enogh and had the skills to detect it would notice only a faint bending of the light in there VR displays if they even noticed that.

Concelment mdoe active
Stealth 5 + Computer 3 = 1 hit stealth = 6
Initiating hacking sequence,
Cracking algorithms
inplanting new data
Hacking 3 + Exploit 5 + Codeslinger 2 = 13 hits

after sucesfuly establishng a link onto the patrons comlinks it began sifting through information it learn what it wanted to from the patrons and it returned to sifting through the information again on the "Cafe" nexus and then it went to the cameras file and begain to observe the patrons



((OOC: Let me know if you ant me to change the color for this, and i decided to only do 1 roll agains hacking all the patrons comlinks just as a time savor as i dont knwo ho many there are and i honestly dont realy want to mak 20 or so rolls and post them all up for all the patrons, however if you as the GM wish me to then i will))
(edit: perception rolls came out to 2,2,0. I Cant get the link to them anymore but Ghost did get the rolls link sent in a pm so i did roll)

Standing squeezed between people in the transport watching the crying kids he was astonished how calm the mother was reacting. While many people looked annoyed at her and her kids, she was acting a little like a bastion of calm. That might be an interesting aura, someone hiding her embarrassment and at the same time acting calmly trying to set a standard for her kids he thaught by himself. Switching his view to the astral he assensed the mother, while trying to ignore the mix of scents around him.
[Intuition + Assensing + Mod, 4 + 3 - 2 = 5 dice, 2 hits]
Arriving at the target station he tries to take a look at the city map displayed in his AR. After fighting with the scrolling function and finally seeing the correct part of the city, he decides on a tour arround the block.
[Because of his shabby look (old jeans, simple sport shoes, old t-shirt under his armor jacket) he might catch a little attention roaming around]

Cafe: This cafe is a little piece of France right here in Manhattan. its decor is quite beautiful and its seats comfortable it is well lit and some patrons take there orders right outside the front door, in the roped off area allotted to the establishment. People here are enjoying them selves Drinking there Coffee and eating there Creme Brulee's (french: burnt cream) which is what this Cafe is known for. Specifically is the staff's ability to make and serve it while the top is hot and the bottom cold at optimal temperatures for maximum enjoyment. And it is written on the patrons faces. The Breakfast crowed is fast fading as the brunch and lunch patrons poor in so the amount of people there dose not change much, it is very busy...

No one at the coffee station is aware of the new "receptacle." They just go about there business making there coffee, dropping there trash in said receptacle, and paying. Then leaving... Very assembly line drone like to the observer that understands such things.

Shasta: Your ability change form has slaved itself to your use. As you have taken a perfect form. Whether that is a good or bad thing remains to be seen. As you are filling with tissues, and straws, and plastic spoons, and well you get the picture...

HAL: Jumping around from COM to COM is uneventful you find out very little useful info. Other then shopping habits, what they ordered (mostly pastries, Coffee, and Creme Brulee) and there are a few calls going on. As you pass from node to node, some people tap there ear buds as there is minor interference in there comcalls. But no one is the wiser. lastly you jump back into Cafe server...

(That roll was a 2 hit roll sooo Rolls to check you) (OK i got nothing your free to continue)

As you make your way through the nodes of the system your in. Menus, Current orders in and out, and of course Security you settle on the camera node. You watch the waitresses bustle about in the main area, chef's Filling orders, and the side walk business is also bustling.

(OOC: Hal make to perception tests. hmmm? Oh you don't have the skill. Well default then to notice stuff k?) (don't forget defualt means modification i think -1 to the roll k)

Havoc: You notice as you walk the street, that people are eying you. It dose not feel uncomfortable, considering what you wore to the meet. You expected as much... Then You catch site of an Nypd inc. officer headed your way as you pass him he gives you the once over and a look that says. Yeah buddy i got my eye on you. Strangely enough he does not vocalize his distaste for your demeanor's statement. And he moves on... (that is unless you wanna eye him back tough guy lol no I'm kidding)

(Wow this was harder then i thought but soo much fun! thanks all participants, Remind me about this during Karma give out time awesome RP. that said anybody missing should post something up about there time spent soon or im going to move on )

Drake walks casually into the cafe remembering the last time he had been at this fine establishment the service was by far the best. He stands near the wall waiting for the line to die down or so it appears like. he sighs as the few people ahead of him start to get impatient with how slow the line were moving.

Khyber drives his luxury SUV over the George Washington bridge. At the checkpoint, he flashes the Vehicle Pass he paid good money for. Here's hoping that it was worth it.

Fake License Roll for verification: 4 dice: 2 hits

Assuming he makes it across the bridge, he will find a place to park, not wanting to stretch the limits of the pass; it might be good for entry but every time he crosses a checkpoint is another chance to get caught, so leaving it parked is probably the better option. He decides to stretch his legs instead of making use of his Transys Steed to get around the city; the Steed was useful for many reasons, but it was also a little conspicuous, which was undesirable for meeting with a Johnson.

Regardless of whether he can sneak his car onto the island, he makes his way toward the meeting with a minimum of fuss using the now-blue pass attached to his public commlink, and the public transit system. Keeping his headware 'link in Hidden mode, he broadcasts his legal SIN from the cheap throw-away link he wears on his left forearm. It's his first time to the city, and he doesn't want to get thrown out before he even finds out what his job is.

Having hours until the meeting, he takes the time to canvass the area, keeping to the public streets and moving constantly along with the flow of foot traffic to avoid appearing like a loiterer. He feels almost blind and naked without the multiple sensor feeds he's used to receiving from his numerous drones, but operating them until he has a reason to is stupid in Manhattan. While the average citizen wouldn't think anything of seeing hoverdrones fly about and Ferrets flitting between buildings, they'd look conspicuous to the sensor grid without a purpose.

He purchases a cup of coffee from a corner shop during his walk, one of those fancy chain places popular with the corporate set; with too many options and no way to order just a plain cup of coffee. So he ends up with a Soy Latte (as if any place so mass produced and mass-marketed would have real milk). Sometimes he wishes he'd stayed in Salish country. They'd had real cows, with real milk there. And real beef. That could have as much to do with his father's position as any abundance of 'simpler life' on the Reservation.

As often when his thoughts cross to his father, and his home, his sister pops into his mind. What a beautiful, vibrant young woman she'd been. He'd exhausted pretty much all of the avenues he had trying to find her, legal and otherwise. He just had no leads. Maybe Knowitall's matrix tagging programs would find something for him, or he'd catch a lucky break and hear a tidbit on a run. When Shiawase had taken her all those years ago, it had become a nearly unhealthy obsession of his to find her and bring her home. Now, who knew if he'd ever be able to.

Lost in his musing, he almost didn't notice the AR messsage pop up to the side of his vision stating that his feet had brought him to his destination. Noticing that he was right on time, he entered, keeping an eye open for his contact.

Cafe: It's about five minutes to meeting time. (Everyone move along into the Cafe lol). The lunch crowed settles in.

Drake: Melisa only the hardest working, shortest, and the prettiest waitress there heads up to Damian, and says while popping her gum "Soo sorry mista Drake. Please don't tell i had ya waiting so long..." She smiles like your cute to her, but she seems a little intimidated by you, as she is very young... "Your the first of ya party, please let me take you to your seat." "Melisaaa!" The french chef yells! "Order up!" "Yes chef!" Melisa Says in a meepish tone... and she pulls out the chair for you in the corner, then runs off to see about the order.

Khyber: As you enter the Cafe you draw a look or too but nothing special. A cute little waitress run/walks past you at warp one point nine, But says to you Discretely "Mista tall tree Be right with you!" She dashes to her table gives over the order with grace and agility... Then she Hurries back to you. This way sir she says, and she leads the way... to where Drake is already sitting... "Can i get you um Gentlemen anything...?"

(Thanks guys one more person to go feel free to RP stuff and Khyber don't worry about getting in the city. that's free its getting out that the problem lol thanks for the roll though )

HAL: Sorry not what i was looking for roll wise well not for this lol: You notice two out of the ordinary ( when compared to everyone else)Gentlemen come in separate times and they are seated together which is strange to you... All the other carbon based life forms coupled came together...

Let's just hope this blue pass works Havoc thinks by himself as the police officer inspects him from afar. Smiling politely he walks on towards the meeting point. Without paying attention to the looks of disgust some of the high-establishment-quests give him he waits in the queue until it's his turn to speak to the waiter assigning tables the oldschool way. Showing the waiter the same polite smile he had just trained on the police guy he looks the waiter in the eyes and says: Uhm hey yo, a guy named Monty asked to meet me here y'know?

Watching the waitress, and the two, so far, men who had walked in who didn't match the general populace of the cafe, Shasta decides that it's about time for her to join the crowd. She allows her physical form to vanish, and quickly moves over to the bathroom again. She closes the door behind herself, remembering to lock the door, and creates a body. This body was nearly a standard form for her, so it wasn't difficult for her to decide what she wanted to look like.
Note: no disguise test needed for this one, it's her "standard" form
Looking in the mirror over the water receptacle, Shasta saw "her face" looking back at her. A brown haired human girl with brown eyes. A nice, but forgettable face, with no visible markings, none of the "chiseled" look of an athlete, but not overweight either. She looked down at her body, and designed an outfit to match the clothing that the group outside was mostly wearing. She created the Blue pants that everyone seemed to have a pair of. Strangely, by Shasta's observation, people generally preferred fine fabrics to coarse ones, except with this kind of leggings. The coarse fabric was an interesting look to her, and she rather enjoyed the way that light played off the fabric. For her shirt, Shasta chose one to match what other people were more or less wearing as well, a baggy moderately fine fabric in grey with large bold writing on it. Since she didn't have the least notion as to why she was seeing this kind of long-sleeved shirt, she had to copy one she had seen recently. The letters spelled out HARVARD, although Shasta didn't have any real notion as to the meaning of this word, and she hadn't had time yet to find out what it was.
Shasta turned and pulled open the door, smiling at the next girl in line, and walked out of the restroom in to the Cafe. She was just in time to see another new person walk in. Curious, Shasta took a look at him, wondering in the back of her mind what kind of person he is, what he chooses to fill his days with, and what he does for fun. She quickly banished the questions from her mind as she walked over to the large table with only two people sitting at it, thinking that perhaps these two were here for the same reason as she was.
"Uhmm, hi." Shasta said to the two men sitting at the table already. She stood at the table, awkwardly, looking at the two men. It seemed as though she was waiting for one of them to invite her to sit down. That wasn't precisely correct, though it was as good an outward appearance as the real reason. She was really trying to decide which seat she would be least likely to sink through. Of course, that was no problem, since she was more than capable of controlling her form, but she still remembered some of the early times when she had forgotten about the rules of the physical plane. Even now, she had to remind herself from time to time to move her legs while she moved across the ground.

Havoc: as soon as you speak to the only male waiter there, he looks at you as though your interrupting his daily toils. Then looks over his shoulder and yells Melisa! You got another one...! Melisa looks up and curses under her breath yet again her name is called aloud this has been the worse day of her carrier and it was about to get worse... She approaches you and stops in front of you. Looking you up and down... since your the only one that looks like you need spare change she think this must be an off day for you and she tries to brighten it with her smile. "Mister umm? heh... Havoc" She says in a low tone not wanting to draw attention to you... Anymore attention anyway. Were very busy today but if you follow me ill take you too your table now and take your order" she leads you to the back, to the corner table. Where Khyber and Drake already sit.

Shasta: Since you were looking you notice another fellow being seated at the same table, as the previous two. That makes three. Something is happening but your not sure what.

(OOC Gala you don't have a COM. Nor are you humanoid form. There for at this juncture i can not reel you in. I have a plan for that. All be it a slight one. Depending on these little dotted cubes in front of me. Or you can take matters into your own hands, and go sit next to them. Probably for realism let me but idk feel free is all)

(Everyone feel free to engage in conversation you don't have to though this is a job not a social club lol)

Hal: You notice that another carbon based life form is in route to the table, but there is no microphones to hear them.

(HAL: perception test please if your still monitoring camera that is)

OOC: I am going to try and combine Ghosts GM post with my previous post...

Shasta, just as she was coming to a decision as to which of the available chairs was the right one, heard two sets of feet approaching her. Shasta took an inadvertent step to the side, allowing the waitress to direct the newer man to the table. Shasta took this as a sign that she was missing something that everyone else had. She noted that two of the now-three men at the table had cups with some liquid inside of it. This was beyond her materialization powers, and she needed to go procure one of those for herself.
Looking around, Shasta saw that the cafe had a divider which separated the room in to thirds. The side where the "patrons" were was about 2/3 of the room, where the other side of the divider was about 1/3 of the room. At one end, the line of people coming in from the door ended. There they would discuss things with the clerk. They would then go wait at the other end, where the cup of liquid would be placed for them. Shasta kept looking for a moment, trying to decide how she would get her hands on one of those cups. After a moment, she decided that the easiest way to do it was to lift it from the divider before the patron had a chance to realize that it was there.
Shasta looked back at the table, framing the problem in her mind, and was entirely oblivious to the waitress and the now-three men sitting there. She chose a seat which faced the divider and sat down, without even another word to the three men. She directed her entire attention toward the divider, trying to pick the perfect cup of steaming liquid to take.
Perception roll to pick a patron who isn't paying attention; second roll to pick out which cup belongs to that patron: 2 hits, 3 hits
Shasta takes a moment to choose a patron who was looking at his commlink for some reason or another. Shortly after she had chosen her patron, she noted that a different clerk walked over to the end of the divider with a cup and placed it down, shouting out it's contents. The patron started to react, but without looking up from his commlink, which gave Shasta a few moments of time for action.
First Shasta put a concealment on the cup, so that only someone who was paying close attention would even notice that it was floating away. This time, the patron was distracted, and wouldn't notice, and the clerk was already moving on to his next task, so he wouldn't notice. Perfect.
Second, Shasta grabbed the cup with her psychokinesis, lifted it high in to the air so as to assure that no one would bump in to it, and floated it over to her at the table. Shasta rotated the cup in the air quickly, looking to see if there were any individually identifying markers which would give this one away as "not hers". Satisfied, she reached out her hand to snag it as it came within reach. She settled her hand down, steaming cup now claimed, and smiled at the three men she was sharing her table with. She removed the concealment from the cup as soon as she had it firmly in her hand.
"Oh, sorry, were you saying some thing?" Shasta said, realizing that she had just spent the last several moments completely ignoring these men, and that they may have been attempting to speak with her. Copying the actions of the other patrons of this cafe, Shasta lifted the cup to her mouth and poured a small amount of the liquid in. She couldn't, of course, taste it. So she was unsure what the particular appear of this liquid was, but that wasn't really what was important at this point. It was, more or less, a part of her disguise as a patron of this establishment.
"My name is Shasta, by the way." She smiled warmly at the three men at the table.

[EDIT] Perception test, Assensing test.
Perception is general on all three of the guys at the table: 1 hit
Assensing, in order, Drake, Havoc, Khyber: 2, 3, 2

Havoc follows the waitress silently to the table. He nods at the people sitting there, takes a seat and observes the other people sitting there. Havoc doesn't order anything.

[2 Perception tests (s. ooc threat): Intuition 4 + Perception 3 + Vision Enhancement 3 (assuming its visual perception in this case): 5 and 2 hits]

Out of habit he also assenses all three persons at the table.
[Assensing: Intuition 4 + Assensing 3: 3,1 and 2 hits, just choose the people belonging to the hits Ghost]


You can call me Havoc, nice meetn ya.

Ok Cafe:A fourth Gentlemen is escorted to the table nothing is said at first there is also minor mexican stand off of staring going on for a minute then he intro's himself to the non discriminant who intro'ed herself to the others. A little more time passes and finally the last runner is escorted to the table he sits and intro's himself as chedda after his own staring of course (runners are a paranoid bunch) during that time but after he's seated Melisa looks to the women in the Harvard top. "Excuse me mam but this is a private table i may be wrong but. I need your name if you wanna sit here. There is a list..." Just then! Melisaaa! The chef calls "This customer did not get his coffee!" "But chef I..." she says as she looks at the steamed man who thought he got his coffee "yes chef right away chef" she says aloud in a subservient tone. Then as she hands the man his coffee she got real quick! Something else pops off. "Melisaaa!" "Coming chef" she runs into the backroom where meals are being prepared. Then exits a moment later in tears. She hangs her apron up next to the runners who are near the rack in the back. And says "I'm sorry but miles will be your waiter for the rest of your stay as i am fired, for not taking care of my coffee station duties please enjoy the rest..." and she runs out the cafe in tears... Anyone looking to the coffee station will notice that it is a mess with garbage piled on top in a pretty noticeable pile...

(I got more for you, but I have a live dnd game im late for ill pm everyone there perception rolls as well as assensing k be back lata also i need a perception roll x2 by Havic/HAL k lata)

while still watchign the camersa waiting for the guy who is suposed to be runnign the show Hal continues to watch the actions of te people through the eyes of the cameras
Default Perception -1 (4d6.hits(5)=0, 4d6.hits(5)=1)

(ooc: sorry for the short post but i didnt want to add these as an edit to my previous post as it was on the other page, and i didnt realy havemuch to throw in the way of RP at the moment )

When all runners are present: Any one watching their surroundings will note a white limousine pull up to the front of the establishment. This is seen through the front windows.

The driver opens the door in the back of the stylish vehicle, an intimidating looking blond haired human steps out. Wearing a sleek and expensive Black suite, white dress shirt, black tie, combo, and sporting a pair of scary looking black shades. Though you doubt he’s secret service agent. You do believe he could have been once. The man looks around… Then covers his left ear, with his left hand, over the wire attached to some kind of earpiece. And says a few words before stepping to the side, and standing at ease, hands behind his back, legs shoulders length apart. A greasy, dark, spiky haired, olive skinned human man, in a less expensive grey suit, and sporting and obvious left Cyber arm steps out of the car next. Followed by, an elf with dark purple long curly hair, and an even more expensive suit then the first man, or anybody else in the area for that matter…

The clothes the Elf is wearing are very eccentric Royal and midnight blue in hue with gold trim. Something a man who was a cross between chairman Kaga (the guy from iron chief), and The artist formally known as prince, might wear. He also sports a cane with a silver horse head on it. On closer inspection you see that it is not a horse’s head per say, but the skull of a horse instead. The purple haired elf taps his Very stylish glasses, and looks around his surroundings. He stops looking when his head turns to the Establishment and the team. He points his cane in the team’s direction, and the other two men start on their way to where you are seated. As he follows the men the Elf waves to you emphatically! And when he reaches you he looks around at the runners gathered. Then bows and says “Ladies Gentlemen thank you for coming, I am Monty…” Pauses for effect, then lifts up and points to the guy that looks like a G-man, and introduces him as Sergei. He points to the spiky haired guy, and says “This is... Tony the Slick” he grimaces as he mentions the name you notice. “He is a personal friend of yours truly” Tony puts his hand out to each of you for a hardy shake and says “Hey Slick Tony here. Nice to meet yous. Monty said good things about all a yous.” Looks at Shasta “Well not all of yous” Sergei pulls a chair from someone who was about to sit down. The patron scowls at him, but says nothing. As the want to be G-man pats his left breast! Indicating trouble for the patron. The unremarkable man moves on. The chair is slid smoothly up to your table and behind Monty… Slick Tony finds his own chair…

Khyber appears to be a fairly average elf; possibly a bit on the young side, for an elf, but then with elves it's hard to tell. His brown hair is cut like millions of others in the city would be; neither long nor outlandish. He wears a long duster which is probably armor-lined, and a cheap commlink peeks out from under the cuff of his left sleeve. He could be any of a million low-to-lower-mid-level wage slaves in this city. Which is exactly how he wants it. Pretty much the only thing memorable on him are his bright green eyes. Not a luminous color that would point to cyber eyes, but natural-appearing green.

Khyber studies the others, who he assumes are a hand-picked team of runners. Looking over each in turn, he studies them to see what he can see.

Perception in order: Havoc (1 hit), Shasta (2 hits), Drake (1 hit), Slick Tony(2 hits), G-man (1 hit), Monty (2 hits)

After doing so, he turns to Monty. "Nice to meet you, Monty. I'm Khyber."

Drake sat there at the table with one hand above the table the other on the butt of his predator. He glances at Sergei,Slick Tony and Monty.

"Lets get down to business shall we?" he glanced at Monty waiting for the info on the job before he fully puts his head on the chopping block. He has had some bad experiences with fixers setting him up.

Sergei lifts an Eye brow at Drake while standing behind his master. Monty holds a hand up to stop the onslaught, Dose not even look at Drake. His confidence in Sergei's ability astounding, and down right insulting after you worked so hard to be intimidating...
"Well met mister Khyber. I would like to know whooo..." he looks around the line of faces and stops on Shasta.
"Now now who might you be and how did you know this meeting was happening hmm?" (one sec gotta roll the dots) (ok back) Sergei leans forward and Whispers in Monty's ear... Monty's eyes light up and he smiles, when when Sergei is done.
"Shasta It is so very good to meet you... But who are the rest of you. And, mister Drake I'm sure you would rather make money instead of kill me am i right...?"
"We can get to the business, after you introduce yourself; and be so kind as to tell mister Slick Tony why he should trust the likes of you... When you act like this." He gives Drake a cold stare, finally laying eye on the man
"You may start!" He says, finally, and then he smiles a beautiful smile again giving drake the floor...

Ghostmaker wrote:

Sergei lifts an Eye brow at Drake while standing behind his master. Monty holds a hand up to stop the onslaught, Dose not even look at Drake. His confidence in Sergei's ability astounding, and down right insulting after you worked so hard to be intimidating... "Well met mister Khyber. I would like to know whooo..." he looks around the line of faces and stops on Shasta "Now now who might you be and how did you know this meeting was happening hmm?" (one sec gotta roll the dots) (ok back) Sergei leans forward and Whispers in Monty's ear... Monty's eyes light up and he smiles, when when Sergei is done. "Shasta It is so very good to meet you... But who are the rest of you, and mister Drake I'm sure you would rather make money instead of kill me am i right...?" We can get to the business, after you intro yourself, and tell mister Slick Tony why he should trust the likes of you. When you act like this." He gives Drake a cold stare, finally laying eye on the man you may start!" and then he smiles a beautiful smile again giving drake the floor...

Drake smiles as he is given the floor to address his new boss man " Please excuse my manners My names Damian Marcus. Not even caring he just gave the group his real name , but people call me Drake I have just got discharged from the service so i am still a little jumpy and new people get me on edge sort of speak."

He glanced over at the rest of the runners then back at Monty giving the floor back to him.

Khyber chuckles at Drake's explanation. "In our line of work, Monty, paranoia plays no small part in survival. I'm sure he didn't mean any offense. I know military types, and they're not usually taught about being polite and graceful."