Session Start: Fri Sep 21 22:12:03 2001 *** GM- changes topic to '"Zero Cool? Crashed fifteen hundred and seven systems in one day? Biggest crash in history, front page, New York Times, August 10th, 1988. I thought you was black, man! Yo, man, this is Zero Cool! Oh, shit!"- Lord Nikon, Hackers' The rain outside has increased to the normal downpour that Seattle gets every other day. (its everyday havent you ever lived in seattle?) Everyone managed to steal away from the last encounter more or less intact...although Chalk & Stitch look decidedly red... ((Snicker ;-)) (( ....not so pretty as I recall :) )) It's about 3am, and you have an hour to get back to the gothic-industrial club, Insomnia to meet up with the others... * ChaLk is gonna shower and change if he can * Stitch decides that a good idea. "Dude, get your own shower" ((/me just doesn't go there....)) " get off my phone! " * Stitch showers and dresses. (i am already there dressed per my usual goth attire) ((are you on the dance floor, or did you try the back door?)) * Stitch then heads to Insomnia. * ChaLk goes to the club, dressed in new clothes * Stitch goes to the back door VIP pass in hand (i am on the dance floor of course ) You try the back door, only to find it shut and locked. Nobody seems to be around back there... * ChaLk goes in the front door...showing off his new suit * Stitch knocks good and hard. * Macavity finds Crystiana on the dance floor and taps her on the shoulder as he glides past, dancing... The bouncer's look Chalk up and down before gesturing him inside... * Crystiana nods to him and keeps on dancing (im doing the whole dazzler thing) ((LOL)) ((You're dating yourself ;-)) 7d6 0 Macavity rolls 7d6: 1·1·2·3·3·4·5 - T#=1 , 7 successes. ((dicebot needs to be reseeded)) ((Well... hm. so it does)) has reseeded the die roller - 1000 dice - total of 3522 - average of 3.522 - error of 0.62857 % has reseeded the die roller - 1000 dice - total of 3503 - average of 3.503 - error of 0.08571 % (lol hows that dating myself lol) ((There we go)) ((Dazzler's from a WHILE back, last I heard ;-)) (early to mid marvel) * ChaLk struts along to the bar, keeping an eye out for others the corridor jinks after you reach the top of the stairs, and around the corner are a pair of bouncers, orks in tight-fitting black standing on either side of the corridor, frisking people as they pass (her and longshot ended up in th mojoworld) ((chalk, you carrying any weapons?)) * Stitch heads back around front and goes inside. The bouncers stop Stitch for a moment outside.. * Stitch flashes vip pass. ((Like that's gonna work.)) Bouncer: "Yo chummer, we can't let you here unless you've got some kind of pass from the boss." ((to chalk)) * ChaLk pulls out his vip pass The bouncer examines it...and then lets him head inside... The bouncer outside does the same with Stitch's pass, and then calls up to his fellows on the radio headset he's wearing.. * ChaLk extends his middle finger and razor when the bouncer turns his back then closes it and walks in * Stitch heads inside. * ChaLk goes in The speakers blare Sisters of Mercy - This Corrosion as you walk in.. * ChaLk spots Stitch * ChaLk walks up to stitch * Stitch doesn't spot chalk. ((Heh... I see, a classical music kinda place...)) ((eh..goth is timeless..the goth clubs today play the same music they played 10 years ago)) * ChaLk is wearing a dark blue suit, with lacey cravat (good song) for once, Chalk is actually dressed for the music (damn i am going to through some techno in now) ((/me listens to particle man!)) ((LOL!!!)) (TMG rocks) ((TMBG rules ;-)) ((it's totally what's in ChaLk's head)) ((You're scarin' me... ;-)) * ChaLk hums..."they have a fight...triangle wins...." The music changes over to The Ramones - I wanna be sedated ((/me hrms and cranks the Offspring's cover... ;-)) * ChaLk glides along, takes a small fiber line and plugs into his datajack (Radio on) * Crystiana is dancing to the music her magic moveing in sync with the music * ChaLk gets a drink, Gin&Tonic, and pays (i am shure the regulars are used to this with her) (since she is there just about every night she is free lol) * Stitch goes to the bar to grab a drink. Stitch notices chalk finally. " hey there spike. " * Macavity drifts around talking to all the old regulars...the guys in their 30s & 40s sipping drinks and watching the younger crowd dance.. * ChaLk turns to stitch and nods " Seen the others? " * ChaLk looks around (i wonder how many suspect chruystiana is a mage ?) * Macavity dances to Cyndi Lauper as the DJ goes through his 80's kick for the night... ((um...everyone?)) " Where are we supposed to meet? The back door was locked. " (play pop goes thw world, or Safty dance) (yes?) "Just...Try to blend in" (yes, I'm playing that now :) (lol ) (you really need to show me some good clubs ) ((Although anyone glancing into the astral finds an environment that looks like being in a rave high on Ecstasy)) (hey thats fun) (done it before but it was 3 hits of acid) (and what astral looks like that most of the time :P) ((Where is everyone?)) ((by bar)) (( by chalk. )) (on the dance floor of course) * Macavity grabs Crystiana by the hands and swings her around on the dance floor, as Pop Goes The World plays... ((LOL)) ((hey, next to Moonlight, she's the cutest girl around..)) * ChaLk tries to spot Mac in the crowd (percep?) * Crystiana starts dancing with mac hands moving in a blur as she shapes the energy into interesting fractals and other patterns in the air ((go ahead Chalk, roll perception, tn 3)) * Macavity lofts Crystiana into the air, so everyone can see her hands better... 4d6 3 ChaLk rolls 4d6: 3·5·5·9 - T#=3 , 4 successes. Chalk notices Natch just... abdruptly standing there next to him, a slight smile on his face and Moonlight, dressed in a really kinky looking pseudo kimono... sorta dressed, at least, plastered to his side * Crystiana continues moving totally engrosed in the music ((pseudo as in it's only 'just' there?)) * Macavity drops her to the floor as the music fades away, and brushes her cheek to get her attention... "Come on...the others are waiting at the bar for us." * ChaLk spots the pimples on Mac's neck * Crystiana looks at him eyes becoming focused again ((pimples?)) * ChaLk nods to Mac * Crystiana nods and walks off with Mac ((Well, mostly... it seems to be made of layers of transluscent silk, silvery, kinda oddly cut... glimpses of glowing underneath it, sort of flexing and moving, emphasizing her breasts and groin)) * Macavity is dressed in partial form-fitting body armor over fishnet sleeves, with his face elaborately done up with makeup, black slashes through his eyes from brow to cheek, with black synthleather pants, armored greaves, and boots on. ((Thermoluminescent otherwise transparent corset on under the layers of "silk" ;-)) * Stitch waits at the bar for the others to show up ((She looks like a REALLY expensive sex toy, tbh ;-)) * ChaLk is dressed like Austin Powers * Crystiana is dressed in her typical goth gear, black knee high boots with stilleto heels, tight fitting black lace corseete her hair tied in a long pny tails and tight black leather pants (('cept he makes it look somewhat decent)) * Stitch is dressed in black, remember that. * Natch seems dressed in a formal romantic goth period reproduction suit, frock coat and all, black with blood red garnet accents, including his ruffles & such)) * ChaLk greets Mac and crew "Shall we go upstairs?" * Stitch nods. * Macavity indicates an exit doorway.. * Crystiana nods * ChaLk mutters to his breast pocket while walking up the stairs * Macavity leads everyone up flights of stairs past the rest of the club floors to a level above the club. * Natch shrugs and sets down his drink, along with cash to cover it and the cover charge, steering Moonlight with a hand on her ass after the others "yes...i know...kinda...odd...we'll see" The doors open to a corridor, and the double doors at the end of the corridor open on what looks like a standard board-room, with one long bank of angled windows set from the floor to the ceiling, leaning out over the dance floor below. As she moves, Moonlight's dress flickers and flows around her, the daihonous material hiding and revealing in glimpses * Stitch finishes off his pitcher and heads up the stairs. * ChaLk brings his drink, half finished, glowing in the blacklight "So...we got info, we got location, whats the next move?" * GM- walks over past the table to a set of cases set on the floor *** TheSaint has quit IRC (Quit: How can you hope to defeat me, when I am forever, and you are just a man?) * Macavity walks over to the cases and opens one, checking the contents... "The next step is to decide if we're going to try to rescue Chria tonight, or do some surveilance first, and attempt the rescue tomorrow..." "We could scout, and you know...decide on the spot" ((When's that Meet set up for again?)) " I say we just go in and do it know. " "We know were she is at?? * Macavity has a slight quaver to his voice that he tries to cover by clearing his throat ((the night after tomorrow night)) * ChaLk looks tired, but oddly calm (for him) * ChaLk polishes off his drink ((Did Whatsis's brother no how long it takes for programming?)) ((Err... no = know)) "I've managed to scrounge up some additional gear for you folks, in case I need backup at any point in the matrix...actually, my deckmeister had a few chips lying around that didn't quite make the grade for my deck, and he threw together a few decks for the rest of you tonight." * Natch quirks one eyebrow "I dont run the MAtrix even with trodes" * ChaLk greedily charges in "...i...hmm...matrix is fun..." "No. But you, my dear...can watch the rest of our backs while we're in, and see what we're seeing on this.." "No I cant" "I CAN... but anything that'd leave you needing back-up would eat ME or Moonlight alive." * Macavity taps a small computer with a trode set attached... "Trodes are to disorinting for me" " uh..I don't think you want me doing that. " "Not necessarily...sometimes all that's needed is a little distraction. or an extra set of eyes." "My eyes can process the signals anyway you know I am blind right" "We'll see, if the need ever comes up." (cant even) "What I did discover before about the warehouse location that 'Tiger' Chou revealed to our friend Natch here... me indicates Natch * Macavity indicates Natch * Natch snorts. "Do I tell you your limits, Mon Ami?" 6d6 4 ChaLk rolls 6d6: 1·3·3·5·7·16 - T#=4 , 3 successes. 4d6 4 "Revealed a very wide-bandwith, high speed matrix series of lines running into the warehouse complex when I checked out the layout coming here..." ChaLk rolls 4d6: 2·2·2·4 - T#=4 , 1 success. "For programing BTLS?" (BTL's eveN :P) "I don't think so. Most BTL programming usually takes place locally, in teh same building...it's troubling enough that I wanted the rest of you to have these..." "besides, with the decks, we can stop meeting publicly, and conduct future meetings online, wherever each of us feels most secure." " so what do you expect us to do with these. I don't know how to use this thing. " * ChaLk is digging through the decking gear getting completely absorbed...he removes his coat, muttering quietly about the various 'good he could do with the equip' he spots a particular piece and begins tweeking his left nipple ((does stitch have a datajack?)) (( yup. )) "Here, Stitch, plug in this into your datajack." "I'll bring up the image onto the main screen here for the rest of you to see." (she cant see it) "no names....man, we have no Names...1984, that's a fragging typo man, orwell is living large"....*see's group* "what? Hackers...1995...good..vid..." *ChaLk stops and puts his coat back on The screen lights up with a formless white screen... * Stitch takes it. looks at Mac and puts it on the table. "Not my style thanks." * Crystiana seems to be lost in thought not really here * Macavity hooks up an electrode net to the display unit on the board-room table, and holds the trodes towards Crystiana.. "or rather, where YOU'RE most comfortable." he shrugs, and inspects the Deck "Will you allow me?" * ChaLk pulls out his own deck and compares "I think mine's a bit bigger, by an inch or so..." * Natch grins Wickedly. "Or perhaps, if it's our comfort that's the issue, perhaps Crystiana and I can visit you astrally?" "Dude, don't be a pusher man, we'll just turn up the volume, I'll do a runnign commentary, she'll watch that way" * GM- looks at Chalk...and nods. maybe find a Spirit willing to Gate you in?" * Natch smiles "Now that...would be interesting..." * Stitch frowns as he watches the others and the screen. * Natch smiles and, p[oint made, goes ahead and jucks himself and Moonlight in * Crystiana shakes her head, "dont touch trodes astral I can do" rolls 4d6: 2·4·5·11 - Target number undetermined "Alright...then I'll join you inside and demonstrate." * Macavity sits down in a chair and jacks in. onscreen, Natch, Moonlight, and Macavity all appear in this white environment... * Stitch says fuck it and plugs in. (What is the MAtrix LOL) ((Natch plugs the deck into his cigarette lighter, btw, not himself)) Stitch also appears there, curiously, instead of standard icons, all four look exactly as they do in real life...similar clothes, not exactly the same, but the right style for each.. ((lol)) "This chipset allows someone unused to decking to perform actions in the matrix exactly the way that you would in the real world." "You'll note that you look remarkably like you do normally, the clothes are a bit different, but then I can't very well encode whatever you happened to be wearing today on the Icon chip." * Stitch gets a weird feeling in his head and shrugs it off. * ChaLk finishes the crossloading between his personal deck and the one Mac gave him * ChaLk jacks in * Crystiana is limp in her chair like she is asleep * ChaLk appears and yelps twice... "in this programmed reality, you can use your normal skills to accomplish anything that a decker could do with advanced knowledge of computers.." "You'll be limited by the fact that you're stuck in one reality, and unable to manipulate your point of view to an alternate paradigm, and magic, I"m afraid, is just too out of my league to create the effects with programs." *** Barbie has joined #Burned-Ice *** Macavity sets mode: +o Barbie ((Fuck!)) *** Barbie is now known as Moonlight * ChaLk 'loads his attack prog' also known as draws his biggass ruger superwarhawk * ChaLk checks his load, the puts it away "impressive!" ((Reaction for Natch, Stitch, & Moonlight is 12, Initiative is 1d6)) * Natch says, succinctl;y "Where the HELL did you get these?" * ChaLk checks his 'icon' * ChaLk stops looking down his pants "Through your decks, you can load equipement, weapons, armor all recreated by dumb frames hosting multiple programs." "Icon programming is detailed" "But not entirely accurate" "Well...when I was building my decks, these were some of the chipsets I created. Not quite as up to 'snuff' as my own now. But you go through a lot of bad chips, and some good ones, when you're doing your own programming and burning..." * Macavity indicates the pistol he draws from what looks like a very detailed leather holster, that creaks and snaps slighly as he unsnaps it. * Natch comes to the conclusion the Decker's feeling miffed about everyone else accomplishing things, and wants an audience to show off for. Your pistols by comparison, lack the weathered look that his do...and the holsters are simple, flat black ones without as much detail.. * Stitch notices that his bat has travelled along with him and pulls it from behind his head. (( ie strapped to his back. )) ((of course, where else would it be.)) * ChaLk marvels at his 'green dufflebag' "But in any case, we can experiment with them later. Feel free to take these home with you and try them out afterwards." * ChaLk nods * Natch seems pretty neutral, and doesn't inspect his gear, since he has no intention whatsoever of using it ((natch has, unfortunately, come to exactly the right conclusion about the decker)) ((LOL ;-)) ((There's no earthly other reason to want a load of totally unskilled duffers with him on a run, except as cannon fodder... which Natch has NO intention of cooperating with. ;-)) ((As I said... Natch knows just enough about Decking to know how unskilled he is ;-)) ((i'm not entirely unskilled)) ((actually, other runners can do simple tasks, and keep the security tally of everyone down to less than it would be with just one person doing everything himself)) (( apparently we are all experts now.... )) ((Natch is ;-) His Matrix experience consists of fiddling with molecular models and configging synthesis machines and other lab gear.)) ((no...but Matrix iconography is so simple, that even computer illiterate people can deck in Shadowrun)) ((Yes, but not well, and not against any real opposition ;-)) " So what exactly are we in here for? " ((And Natch LIKES his brain, and has no intention of getting it fried ;-)) ((Chalk's brain is arguably already fried)) * Natch refrains from answering that question with a sardonic ghost of a grin "Something I had along that was in my field of specialty. Everyone here can fight to a greater or lesser degree. Now everyone here has the ability to go after simple things in the Matrix." "but back to the case at hand." * Macavity jacks out and his form dissappears from the white room on screen... * ChaLk jacks out..."ahh..." "I pulled up blue prints for this warehouse, but I have several blank spaces inside that I have no reliable information on." * Macavity shows the building plans to everyone else on the screen... * Natch slides his lighter back into his pocket and unjacks Moonlight ((this is going to feel...a little wierd)) * Stitch jacks out...he thinks.. * Natch skims through the data abstracted from Tiger ((And repeats his Q to the GM on what Tiger knows about the brainwashing widget, especially how long it takes)) * ChaLk hooks the two decks together again, and jacks in, fiddling with settings a bit...just a bit mind u 12d6 10 Crystiana rolls 12d6: 1·1·2·3·5·5·5·5·5·5·8·11 - T#=10 , 1 success. "What do you know about the device?" says Natch softly, almost sympathetically to Mac "I don't want to wait TOO long to get her out... but really, the BEST time to extract her would be during, or just before, the Meet." "But not if it means we'll be too late to get HER back..." he says softly, giving Moonlight a squeeze, a grim look on his face 12d6 10 Crystiana rolls 12d6: 2·2·2·3·3·3·4·5·5·5·7·17 - T#=10 , 1 success. 3d6 0 ChaLk rolls 3d6: 2·2·3 - T#=1 , 3 successes. * Macavity says helplessly, "I don't know anything about the device" * Moonlight cuddles tight to Natch. "I would go tonight if I could. With the rain, daylight won't really come for another 4-5 hours.." "And if we wait until the meet to rescue her, then we could be too late...and you would definitely miss your chance to capture the 'suitcase' they're trading at the docks." *** Natch has quit IRC (Excess Flood) *** Natch has joined #Burned-Ice *** Macavity sets mode: +o Natch * Natch smiles slightly. "Well, no. I rather figured doing both wouldn't be an issue... but a snatch on the girl will warn them in no uncertain terms of our intentions." * Natch looks more serious. "However, tactics must needs take second place to rescuing her in TIME, I agree." "There are probably a great many other girls there. It might not clue them in. And it's a chance that I'm willing to take. But I'll leave the choice whether to join me up to the rest of you." "What are they wanting the girls for?" * Natch thinks a moment. "Actually, letting them ALL go should cause enough distraction that maybe things will be MORE open for the meet. We'll have to see what we can do to encourage them to jump at shadows..." 3d6 4 ChaLk rolls 3d6: 2·8·13 - T#=4 , 2 successes. * Natch stares off into space for a bit... * ChaLk jacks out "Just putting some finishing touches on it " "So...we rescue the girl, kill the badguys and save the day?" "Well. No." Natch smiles nastily. "Saving the day isn't in the prospectus. Just ruining the Bad Guy's day" "That, sounds like it would make MY day." * Natch smiles faintly, still pondering 12d6 10 Crystiana rolls 12d6: 1·1·1·2·2·2·3·3·3·4·4·11 - T#=10 , 1 success. "Hmm, how they get the girls?" * Crystiana wakes up "Okay I got some intel on the place (( sorry man I gotta go My sister just called and she needs to be taken to the hospital. )) (( Chalk is gonna drive. )) ((aw, that sucks..)) (( so he needs to come too. )) ((ok, go, we'll bring you up to date next time)) (( since I don't have a car. )) ((i've gotta go to lower lot to get my van. i'll be there in 10)) (( k thanks man. )) *** Macavity sets mode: -o Stitch (( seeya guys. )) *** Macavity sets mode: -o ChaLk * Crystiana begins to collect her thoughts (( make something interesting up for us will ya. :) )) *** Stitch has left #Burned-Ice ((bye guys, hopefully this isn't a big deal)) ((/me nodsnodsnos)) *** ChaLk has left #burned-ice ((continue planning?)) *** SpuN has joined #burned-ice *** Macavity sets mode: +o SpuN "Okay I just did a recon of the place and on the astral it is surrounded by a rather strong astral barrier, but I think Natch and I can take it down when the time comes * Natch ponders, tossing interim drawings to Mac as he fiddles in his headspace "Well, may i ask again, how they are getting the girls?" bah...autorejoin... *** SpuN has left #burned-ice "How strong? And how far out from the warehouse?" "There is one low level hermetic mage not even iniate yet, bout 60 guys half of those are cybered but a low level of cyber mainly relfex's and a few limbs "They probably get the girls through drugs or BTLs...pick ones without families or loved ones who know that they're here." "there is one male in there with an ungodly strong aura of one unawakened, and most of the guards are guarding him, there were some vey dim auras on the second floor but i couldnt get all the way through the barrier" "it was right up on the warehouse and the force seemed stronger than the mage could of done so either he had help from foci or ally spirits" "The strong Mundie aura is probably no such thing. Likely a Masked initiate... or at least, that'd be the danger" * Moonlight nods, "was just thinking that maybe i could be sold to them to get insinde." "No...we'd have to get you there through the Pimp, and their own sources..." "It was just notable considereing the other normal mundane auras" "We could try it, but it would take time....probably too much time...2-3 days at the fastest..." * Natch shakes his head regretfully... "Too suspscious, and too risky, in my oppinion... also, unnecessary. If we want it to NOT alert them, we need to stage it as a resource raid... some rival gang stealing their stable, perhaps." "That might work....the Yakuza?" "I say we go in tonight Natch and I take down the barrier and it will cause the mage to suffer some serious backlash, and while the mage is disorented we go in and take out the guards" * Natch smiles slightly "I'd as soon not start a full-scale gang war, but... Hm..." "Well, I'd at least like to go there, see what the situation is first hand, and then decide if we simply reconn or try something while the night is left to us." "Maybe with a frontal assault to draw initial attention... move the guards that direction... while M'sieu Le Chat hits their Host... THEN dropkick the Barrier, and hit from the back as well. Those lowered strength auras... where would they be on the map...?" "The Triads are constantly sniping at the Yakuza...and vice versa...probably be considered more of the same buisness.." * Natch hm. "This IS true..." ((second story rooms, small rooms, in a row)) "I think we should try to get all girls out." "I agree" * Natch nods. "Best way to be sure that WHICH girl we were after is obscured." "Those low stretgh auras could be drugged individuals" "That was my thought. Likely the girls" "since drugs do lower the aura" "Or simply individuals whom have been beaten down into submission..." "true" "Either way, likely the girls. Not guarenteed, but likely." "I've noticed that mages usually talk about powerful auras being bright..." * Natch reviews the other operations going through the warehouse according to Tiger, the dealers, and the pimp..." ((Err.. no ")) "There's an elevator shaft here...we could use that to access the second floor, from the ground or from teh roof..." "And Moonlight has demonstrated her ability to dissappear, right in plain view." "I am good for astral and magikal thats bout it" "Rooftop entry should be no trouble." "And some hand to hand but thats it" "The magikal threat is not a problem, I have that undercontrol" "I was thinking Mac running Matrix security bollixing, Stitch and Chalk making an initial probing attack, mundane, focused on something on the opposite side of the warehouse from the girls... then Moonlight and I, with Crystiana's help to blast the barrier as soon as security begins to respond,m penetrating from the roof." "Given that we know of three POWERFUL Magically active individulas trained to work in concert... good enough to make the Triad cell leader abandon his own brother in their favor, I'd say more that it's LIKELY handlable, as opposed to no problem..." * Crystiana shrugs "I just hope that you're as good as your reputation says you are, Natch.." "However. Once we punch down and in, we gather up the girls, and begin to punch our way out. Preferably as messily as possible... at which point Stitch and Chalk's tentative and elusive attack once again spikes. With luck, they'll be too busy bouncing back and forth to coordinate before we're gone." * Natch shrugs. "I am or am not. If you want her out tonight, I'm afraid that's the best I can think of on the spur of the moment..." "Hard, fast, and precise seems the best bet for a situation like this. An off-balance foe is a foe whose ability to block ot retalliate is crippled." "Lets get over there and take a look at the site, at the very least." * Natch nods "I agree" "I have just one question for you and Crystiana... "that is?" "You mentioned that you could see the mage in astral, Crystiana, what prevents him from seeing the two of you?" * Natch stands, his conspicuously goth outfit shimmering into a far more conventional, if still black, trench, shirt, pants, etc gear "I can mask us" "Unless he is of a higer iniate grade than me he wont be able to see us in the astral" * Natch smiles slightly. "Nothing, really. Which is why I'm not suggesting astral recon once we head in for serious work." * Macavity nods... "If you're not astral, is there anything that would draw the mage's attention to the two of you?" * Natch lifts an eyebrow at this, and shrugs, since she's a higher grade than he is (Apparently) * Natch smiles. "Yes. Me at least" They dont need to go astral" "Alright then, give me a moment to grab my gear and we'll go." Though he can't use any of it to DO anything to me" "Is there anything that the rest of you need, gear-wise?" "They can percive with out going astral and that isnt detectable" ((Quickened spells)) "I can mask myself so as to not show up as active" ((astral preception is perceivable....)) ((Masked, but only at Init Grade 1... err, 2, in SR3, iirc. Didn't they change it to start at Grade 1, instead of 0?)) ((/me nods. Yep, 'tis)) (it is hmm interesting yah you need to be at least lvl 1 to mask) (so unless he is a lvl 4 iniate or higher he can see me) ((Natch is Grade 1 SR2 style. Just not sure if that alters on SR3 rules)) (no it doesnt) (can even see me unless he is lvl 4 or higher) (cant ((Ah, I thought Initiation started w 1 in SR3... No matter)) ((Well... if you decide to mask that way, yeah)) (well if you are a lvl 1 iniate you can mask yourself) ((grr...I've got a pair of bit parts here that I typed up quickly for Chalk & Stitch...I think they're going to get hurt badly in this attack, and not be around the next game)) (just anyone who is lvl 2 or higher can see you) ((Yep. Unfortunately, he has Quiickened spells on him that exceed his automatic Masking capacity)) "Just let me know what you need me to do" * Natch nods. "Run High Guard, primarily... since this is off the cuff, I have no Elementals on call.: "I can summon some Spirits" "Shaman?" he asks politely with a questioning glance * Crystiana nods "Cat Shaman" "Concealment would be distinctly helpful..." "I was thinking that as well" "I think i should redress if we want to go in tonight." * Macavity looks questioningly at Natch & Crystiana... "when do we plan on going?": "Now sounds good..." "I am a shaman MAcavity" time waits for none, after all." "Concealment?" "I can summon a spirit to help us and make us invisable in the astral" "Yes, we can talk on the way there... "A Nature Spirit of the right sort is able to... divert attention. Often quite effectively" And even at lower strengths, will offer a decent boost to my own abilities in that department" * Crystiana nods "I will summon him on the way there" * Natch blinks, since this doesn't much match with what he knows of Shamanic magic "I am not a normal Shaman" "We will have one when we get there" * Natch nods, lifting Moonlight to her feet. "Then sooner is better..." ((FF along the way?)) ((ok..ff to the warehouse)) ((how are you approaching, building next door?)) ((Surroundings look like what? My bet is the side of the building the girls are on, hopefully opposite from the siude teh enterence is on)) * Moonlight changes dress while on the drive http://IsleOfShadows.Tripod.com/blueprint/warehouseA01.gif http://IsleOfShadows.Tripod.com/blueprint/warehouseA02.gif Sorry, but the page or file that you're looking for is not here. ((/me is fighting a cluster headache and needs a pill. brb)) ((sorry, it's blueprints, with an s)) http://IsleOfShadows.Tripod.com/blueprints/warehouseA02.gif http://IsleOfShadows.Tripod.com/blueprints/warehouseA01.gif ((do people want to press on or pause it here for tonight?)) ((doesn't matters to me)) ((nor me, we'll wait for Tim to decide, Kendoshi I know can go on)) (i dont care if we wait we have a chance of getting spun and chalk killed) ((YES!!)) 13d6 5 Crystiana rolls 13d6: 1·2·3·3·4·4·4·5·5·5·5·5·7 - T#=5 , 6 successes. ((And then I'll bring in TheSaint's Troll merc, and Hunter's ex-Tir Ghost Assassin)) 10d6 5 Crystiana rolls 10d6: 1·1·3·3·3·4·4·5·5·10 - T#=5 , 3 successes. (i summoned a force 5 hearth spirit with 6 services and took no drain) <> *** Disconnected Session Close: Sat Sep 22 01:01:37 2001