Joe Q. Public

Today, July 26th, freeplay has been booted out of his charcter.

Sorry Freepllay, but you were holding up the game. You needed to let me kow if you weren't able to keep up the pace.

Sorry to see you go.

( in the tradition of puff puff pass, action will resume)

The raving psycho that is kown as Nick hops full on across the table to attack Mr. Jack who is eyes back and starting to gurgle a bit incoherently.

Reaching her body between the flying psycho and thier living employer, Corrie grabs the maniac around the top of the head to pull the one armed throw of a body in motion to incapacitate her new team member.

One thing is forgotten, and that comes quickly to Corrie in the primal reminder of pain. While reaching to throw the big ganger Corrie feels polyceramic rip flesh and blood in her arm as Nick sinks his teeth into shoulder as she tries to snap him free and maintain a sleeper hold on him. Nick growls with delight like a dog on a rag.

Meanwhile at the table. Hector starts to squeeze as he comes around to introduce his monnoknuckle to the young man's face. As he sqeezes he feels the distinct sensation of bo0ne shatterin against bone as he hears a loud bang from the direction of the boy's gunhand.

"Lights out leo!" grits between hector's teeth as he hits the young one right between the eyes. The sound of percussion, like tow hunks of log smacking together, reverberates over the slight buzzing sound in Hector's breast pocket.

Running towards the bathroom, Slyvaine hears the sounds of gunfire and beating as she makes it to the bathroom doors, only to discover the orignal young man she saw in the lobby drag himself out of the mens room door, leaving a snailltrail of blood running across the tops of both of his collar bones.

Everybody, make another roll.

Ok so here is the situations,

In order of reaction for this run now that everyone but Freep has posted thier action.

Nick is on a chair about to destroy the employer, he goes first.

Hector is about to incapacitate the young man.

Young man is gonna try to remove himself from Hector

Slyv is heading for the stalls

and Corrie is trying to keep her psycho of a teammeate from doing in the boss.

ALL WHILE EVERYONE IS STaRTING TO NOTICE/ GET DOWN OR LEAVE AT THE RESTURANT> Cops being called anyone, only time will tell...

IN THE OMNIPOTENT VOICE OF THE GM:

Rock, I was looking for flavor and reaction of your charcter, we're not playing if they this them I change my mind mid-stream and decide to pull it in mid-piss. You have the scene set before you, describe the motions that she will take and what move that she will do with your character's body to pull of said move. (Since you lost the roll to Nick and all....)

Rock: actually, yes, yes I would (considering that Nick is on the chair I would like to know just how you are getting Corrie close enough with the leverage to pull of such a throw.

SC: There are several table with diners at them, the way out(50ft away), the way to the kitchen (50ft away) the bathrooms (30ft away)

after we get the info striaght I will set te clock back in motion

OK in order:(seconds one thru 3)

Corrie reaches across the table and yanks onthe plugs ripping them out of the silver box onthe table. A scream eminates from Mr. Blackburn and his eys roll back into his sockets as his head falls next to his coffee in an audible thump. (are you going over or around the table?)

Nick stands up and screams "You try to Fuck Firehead over, now you are gonna get it!" as he jumps up on his chair and flares his eyes about to pounce on Mr. Blackburn's now unconscious body that twitches intermittantly.

Slyvaine sees this and the end of second three she is one step behind Mr. Blackburn when she notices a beeping comming from her purse.

Hector grabs the boys arm, but the young man fights to his left putting the table between himself and the raging mexican. he is trying to raise the pistol in the direction of Hector while glancing at the door.

Hector notices two gentlemen running much faster towards the entrence of the resturant and feels a slight buzz coming from inside his vest pocket.

(end of second 3, more numbers folks and what are you doing?)

OOC: So I know everyone is at the right place.

OK so update of where everyone is at.

At the meeting table, if I have Mr. Nick, who for lack of action from Freeplay is sitting irate at the Mr. Jack. Corrie is rushing across the table to pull the jack out of siad Mr. Jack's Deck to get him under the table and out of harms way.

At the Courier's table We have Slyvaine, eagerly ducking behind Mr. Hector and making her way back two tables to her bag. Hector, on the otherhand is coming thru the table to connect the metal parts of his leg to the soft meaty parts of the young man, who BTW has just pulled out an automaic hand cannon and is edging back away from Hector, who is also reaching for said hand cannon.

meanwhile some partons who are aware are ducking down and the waiter is moving towards one of the pictures hanging on the wall.

Is that everything?

Well as of now, Nick the Psycho is going, "God I hate this guy in a suit in front of him (that is until you post Freeplay, come on, say whats up)

As Slyvaine reaches the shoulder of Hector, a Colt AMT comes out from the jacket of the young man. Yellow tinged fear is permeating the smell of the air out of his breath as he leans back away from the table and Hectors hand the sad unsuspecting life of the kid is flahing before his eyes.

Corrie: You see Hector walk over and do the prison sex speech to a young man, brown hair and a defiantely scared look on his face, which upon the Phrase "Gouge you fucking eyes.." slides back from the table pulling his large automatic as he pulls away from Hector's Grasp.

(you are first)

Sylvaine: The momnet you look over the shoulder of hector to talk him down, you see that the kid is too far gone, and has moved into fight or flight mode, and has decided that he needs to put some pain between him and the Intimidating mexican in front of you.

(you are next)

Hector: This corpie bitch is trying to get away from you, the smell of being soft and scared is pouring out his putrid lungs. The little bitch has just pulled away from you and is trying to end your day quick. The hammer on the Colt is back, and a punk bitch like this could just have one up the pipe.

There is a look of fear and revolting coming from the waiter 2 tables to the west and the guest at the table to the south have just looked towards the door.

Mr. Jack is still tuned out in the Net.

The young man who already looks visibly shaken now looks like he is about to swallow a bug.

Reaching down into his side he reaches for something as he says, "No, oh God no, this wasn't supposed to happen..."

EVERYONE: Roll a D10 and give me a number, no cascading D10, and I have a random chart here so the Number will mean a different one on the chart.

Oh, and the shit has just hit the fan.

"let me see that." Jack reaches over to look at the invite.

looks at it for about 5 quiet seconnds and a look of amusment and displeasure comes across the usually flippantly hapy face of this pawnbroker.

"Looks like you are right there Hector, and from the look at the text." blinks eyes twice and loooks up at Slyvaine, "Looks like it's high style medieval dress. Wait just one second and let me get a message off to the host."

He reaches into the right inside jacket pocket of his suit and pulls out a grey and silver box, at which piont he pulls out a retracted interface plug in his right wrist. The eyes of your employer roll back into his head for a few seconds...

Slyv: The young man who winked at you is looking your way as if in desperate search for a lifeline.

Hector and Corrina : You notice a young man in his late twenties looking over at your table as if someone ther is a contact that they are trying to cue help from.

Nick: The sight of this suit rolling out on you just makes you sick. Freaking mark has the nerve to trap you and make you eat his freaking food and doesn't even have the decency to stay in on the whole meeting. this shit is getting old real quick.

Oh yes and considering that this will get a bit more involeved soon, here is a Chicago citysearch guide to help you in your shopping and service needs (various options attached) the only thing to remember is tell me where you are going.....

OOC: that just the thing w/ invites, inferr this or infer that, and is it really right either way? Are they really showing up for a 'slide show' what kinda costumes, oh yeah, the thing is in three days and being that today is Tuesday?!?

Mr Blackburn smiles and chuckles slightly while sipping his coffee, enjoying the exchange, although still looking a bit suspect on how Nick is gonna react when in a social setting.

The adress is a house in Glencoe, IL looks to be something off Sheridan. The reason seems a bit ambiguous (for the presentation of the Host's Africa slides) but one thing comes right up as a bit off.

Costume is suggested, Unvieling at 10pm.

IN the INfernal Voice of the Omnipotent GM:

Hey folks that last OCC exchange, sounds like group planning to me, let discuss this IC IG otherwise this is pissant metagaming.

If you are done with the meal, just say it and run from there....

not like I'm not giving the options

Slyvaine :You notice taht the runners that you saw on the way in, the one that flirted with you is gone and his counterpart is looking real unconfortable when the other chap arrives back at the table and takes oth briefcases and gets up to leave...

Jack smiles and actually gives what could almost be regarded as a chuckle at the comment Hector gave. " As professionals, it will be included in your fee, a point that is $2000 up front the rest upon completion. The party is in two days, during which I want you to become acquainted with each other. If you are to look like a pair of couples representing our client, you must act like a pair that have known each other a bit, otherwise things may get too sloppy and you will be escorted out." he waives down the waiter and orders some coffee. the Waiter takes all other orders including Jack's request for a mango.

Reaching into his pants he pulls out a key.

"This is the key to one of my safehouses. It is at 239 N Ridge Ave in Evanston. The territory is posse so let's all keep teh neighbors happy. It is a 5 bedroom flat with two bathrooms and a kitchen and reasonable acess to transportation. There is a computer with access but no real deck per se, to allow you to acquire your needs. The rest ," smiles at Hector, "is on the invitation. Be prompt but stylish and maybe if I get time I may just drop by the party to see how you are all doing."

Mr. Blackburn looks distracted across the room, gazing slightly on a pair of young men sitting 3 tables over from you. "That will not be an option Corrie. The issue with that is that his madame is still living in the dwelling and is shook up enough already." passes the eyes back to you, with a sense of taking inventory on something in the back of his mind. "discreation is teh key pharse here, no one should be overwhelmingly shocked by you looking for this gentleman, but there will be no turning his domicile over for clues to his whereabouts."

Jack finishes his drink and looks across the table, "Dessert anyone?"

Jack looks at Hector, and smiles a bit about the suspicion, "No it was his frame, a dragoon that he acquired through private channels, he did the civilian consultant thing in Belieze and Panama for 5 years, and when he left the system, he had all the money that living with Uncle Sugar and private billables would allow. He traded the Dragoon in to Mr. Public and exchanged it for a Gemini frame w/ enhanced speed for his civilian body."

Jack finishes his glass of wine and pushes the empty goblet out of the way and pulls his first cocktail closer. "As for spheres of influence, bountyhunting, imports, and it is also somewhat rumored that he has a penchant for fine classical instruments. His friends range from brokers needing thier bail back to luthiers and, for lack of the obvious, cybernetically able phyiscians."

OOC: The swordfish is present in a steak configuriation, therefore hearty enough for a standard fork, and boneless to boot.

IC:

The flavor of the food wafts from your plates as you see, with out a doubt, the best meal you have had in ages. The fish, though firm as chicken, is flakey and sweet/savory, the noodles perfect in every detail.

The Good Mr. Blackburn smiles at Sylvaine and says, "Dig in folks, but I need questions."

upon getting the question from Nick, he smiles "Shure it will, it is just a party after all. Afraid that you won't be popular Nick, you with your sparkling personality?"

Smiling like a cat playing with a crippled mouse...

"Dr. Xu had some pressing concerns that she needed to attend to at home, that is all." wabving his hand nochalatly in the 'yadda yadda yadda' style.

For a bit more detail.

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Mr Blackburn smiles again, this time a bit unnerving and almost with a tinge of evil to it.

"Dragon is just what my client is, and the what for is why I have taken stock in my sources and tracked down people like you Corrie. If there was a better group to find this out, they don't exist in 312, 847 or 630."

With that he leans back a bit in his chair.

"But I digress, and here comes the food." he smiles jovially and unfolds the napkin and places it on his right knee.

Blackburn looks over at Hector and takes a drink. "That's just it. If he slipped teh lease he would've taken some of his assetts with him, and possibly his woman."

Sets the glass down.

"That is what is fishy about this whole affair. If it were a slip and grab, you knowing my client as well as I do, know that he would have no problem hunting him down and extracting travel fees on his tin behind. The issue is what happened and just where did a Gemini, that for the most part runs on metaheme, up and disappear with thier new frame. For christ sake, if you are gonna do someting like that why would you pay for Daley immunity and naturalization into the upper crust of Chicagoland?"

Looks across the table at the rest of the group.

"That just too much money and influence to spend without staying to see what becomes of your new life, don'tcha think?"

Looks over at Hector, "Four, sure as long as it gets done clean, may be a bit harder later, but is still very do-able."

Smiles as the table for the most part shows the same enthusism for orginallity, and raises an eyebrow at Corrie as she dares to be different.

"So, since I dloeing out the meal, i will befine the order. Since by ordering you have all stated that you are up to the poistion of a professional subcontractor here is the deal. A certain genltman, Clive Nakamora, has recently left the central American hot zones in order to persue a normal life here in Chicago. As a fully mechanized vet, he talked to my employer and signed up for a Gemini replacement for his work frame. Well, Mr.. Nakamora is missing. Being that my employer goes through great lengths to protect his items, as well as his clients, believes that the only way that this could be done is by someone in thier close circle of associates. This is where you folks come in. Using his invite, which is here (hand the envelope to Hector) I will have your group come in his stead, regretfully apoloigizing to the host for his loss of a friend and the inavailablity of my client. Since we are lucky and it seems to be evenly matched at boy-girl, boy-girl, this will not be noted as perculiar in any way. You are all to attend, play nice and find out what you can about Mr. Nakamora's disappearence. You all were chosen for your ability to stand in case any physical issues, as well as diveristy, considering that the party will have not only the black tie, but the Black ice crowd to contend with. It is a social gathering, and should be prepared for as such, so no walking in (looks at Nick) with guns blaring. If you are capable and able to do this contract, thiere is the great possiblity of follow-up work and as Hector can assure anyone here, discreetly, my client is a man of his word and rewards a job well done."

Waiter walks back with large glasses of Chadonney for everyone at the table, except Corrie, who recieves a riesling instead, as an appertif. Places them down, and Mr. Blackburn smiles and looks for reaction tothe proposal.

Slyv: the young men at the other table, the egdy one has gotten up and gone tothe restroom with one of the other men that they met.

Looks across the table at Sylvaine,

"No, no, there was another one, who came w/ great credentials from a local source. "

he flags down the waiter. "we are ready to order. I will have the Scallops ans Orage to start with, and the swordfish. and the rest will have,"

he looks around the table starting on his left...

Jack looks at the sorry excuse for restraint in front of him and says in a minorly displeased manner,

"Nick, professionalism dicataes that the team be here in its entirety before i Conclude the details of the first part of the assignment. So please, show some decoram, figure out what you want to order and until everyone is back with thier food before them, shut the fuck up."

looks slightly apologetice (corporate cool) tot he others at the table, and waives down the waiter. During the waive of his hand he stops, a flash of his pupil left to right and a look of disappointment crosses his face.

"It seems that Dr Xu may not be joining us at this time...."