Shadowrun 4th - In the beginning(IC)

[lawful_evil]

[[Pop Up News(PUN)]] - Good Morning Seattle. Today is Tuesday June 3rd. Acid ash predicted across all Tacoma and Renton today. Bloggers report a clash between the Metroplex Guard and group of mutant lead Barghest in eastern Redmond. Gubernatorial hopeful Kenneth Brackhaven is holding a charity campaign fund raiser for abandoned metahuman children in Bellevue this afternoon.

[[Seattle Independent News(SIN)]] - Health warning for Tacoma and Renton through 10pm tonight. Partly Cloudy in other areas with rain predicted tomorrow through Monday. City officials report that the hackers allegedly involved in defacing the Emerald City AR will be caught and punished.

[dauphinous]

Sabrina

Tuesday. I have to set up Annika's interview with Martin today, because I didn't get around to it yet. And I should call Dr. Vrock first thing when I walk out the door. I need to find someone to make up a gown for that awards dinner next month. She wanted teal this time, but she looks horrible in that color...

Sabrina finally opens her eyes. The alarm hadn't gone off, so she sucks in a breath when she sees the time, 8:37. Sitting very fast, though, brings a pain to her face and she shakes off the fog of sleep enough to remember. Oh yeah, I got fired. The day before yesterday. Dammit. Stupid slitch. She thumps back down into her pillow, wincing a little. How many more days until I can wake up without thinking I need to get things done for that cokehead glitch?

Unable to get back to sleep, she rolls out of bed slowly and pads out of her room, grabbing her green satin robe from where it is hanging off the light fixture on the ceiling and putting it on over her white, small floral print nightshirt as she goes. She closes the door to her room carefully and quietly behind herself, so as to avoid disturbing Sinkalip. Not that she has any idea when he gets up in the morning. She's usually well gone by then.

In the bathroom, she pokes at the bruising around her left eye very carefully while watching in the mirror. There is still plenty of purple to it, but some of it has faded into her brownish skin tone by now. A little makeup would probably cover most of it up. If only she had some. Damn, she has a mean right hook. If it just hadn't been in the same place as the first one, it might be a lot better already. While she's there, she takes a look at the one on her shin. That one, at least, is hardly noticeable already. It hadn't been nearly as bad, so it makes sense that it should heal sooner.

An hour later, she's in the kitchen getting some soykaf, showered and dressed in a navy suit skirt and white sleeveless blouse. I'm going to need some regular person clothes, I guess. Haven't needed them for 3 years. Three whole years I wasted on that damn tramp. She sits on the couch with her cup and her commlink, running through the real to-do list for today.

It seemed like everyone's lives were falling apart. Sinkalip's job had gone poof, her mechanic, Damien, hadn't been there the last time she'd brought in her scooter (Which was upsetting, as he'd come to get a really good feel for the damnable thing and all it's 'quirks'. She'd even gone so far as to track him down and pay him to do the work personally instead of trusting it to the shop), Renko, Johnny, and Onyx had all become unemployed recently, too. Not that she knew all of them all that well. Renko is kind of a casual acquaintance. But a big, strong one.

It had been a wild idea. probably inspired by just talking to Sinkalip yesterday while the trid was on, playing some drek flick about shadowrunners. If I hadn't already contacted all of them, I would would wimp out right now. But I did, and they all said they'd come. I'm not backing out now. What do I need to get for this? Some real food is probably in order. And alcohol. No one is going to agree to this sober.

[Mythknight]

Alright, the plan is set. Break at a 45 for the side and beeline to the 50 yard line. Slide into the nearest bunker and hope like hell that the backrow is covering you good.

A group of people are gathered in a tight circle all facing one direction. Some with what looks like large pistols in their hands aimed above the heads of those in front, all wearing masks and long sleeved and panted clothing covering all body parts. Across the field is another group all in a similar position awaiting a similar time.

BUZZ!!! An extremely loud buzzer sounds and everyone on the fields break into motion. For the backrow it is like everything is in slow motion. Two people from each team step out to the sides from the back and start a nearly constant stream of shots across the fields. Both sides know they are too far to have any effect much past the 50 yard line but this shooting is more for cover than anything else.

The other 8 players per team make what seems like mad dashes across the field towards the other team. Some head towards side lines some directly center. After about 20 yards 4 of each team slides in behind their respective bunkers filled of air and begin calling out positions of the other sides. 2 more members stop short of the middle field, also called the 50 yard line, and take cover behind a long low pipe-like bunker just before the 50 yard line. The final 2 runners each took separate sides of the field and are sprinting and shouting down the outside of the field towards the 50 yard marker.

20 yards, 10 yards, what was that!

A blur of movement catches Onyx's eye and he instinctively fires sever rounds as he dives headfirst into the backside of a bunker. One shot got lucky and blasted the side of his opponents mask. Quickly that person's gun is raised in the air and he runs off the field at a referees direction. Opposite side of the field Onyx can see that a mid field player is also being escorted off. One of his teammates must have gotten lucky as well.

2 down, 8 to go.

The rest of the match goes fairly quickly. Onyx makes two more desperate moves and sinks two more opponents as he does. His backrow steadily moves up providing the right amount of cover fire to keep his enemies heads down. Another perfect match for team IronStar. Between matches Onyx rests with his team and cools down after a fast victory. Today his team is going to take 1st place and earn it's place on the world tour. Paintball has a limited following but the one's it does are loyal. This fast action sport is growing more and more as the world rebuilds.

"Onyx, do you feel that the rest of yours games will go this smooth", a reporter shouts over the small wall seperating his team from the fans.

"Well that I do not know, but I can say that we are ready to finally show the world our colors!"

"Onyx, can I see you a moment", the team trainer says with a concerned look on his face. After Onyx steps into his small tent currently being used as an office. "Bad news son. These gentlemen have come to tell inform you that your parents had an accident on their way home from London. Apparently some there were some diplomats aboard that a group of terrorists though deserved to die and your parents were caught in the violence. Please take some time to yourself son."

At that moment Onyx sat bolt upright in his bed. Sweat pouring off his body and shaking all over. Every night it's the same thing. Every night he remembers the day he was told his parents were dead. Onyx never returned to paintball after that. He left the field and never looked back. Ever since then he has maintained some odd jobs and had some issues here and there. Lately he has been getting more and more depressed remembering the day more vividly. Sometimes I wish I never quit those BTL's. Granted he knew if he hadn't he would be dead right now. His short but lasting addiction left him vulnerable in many ways.

[[Pop Up News(PUN)]] - Good Morning Seattle. Today is Tuesday June 3rd. Acid ash predicted across all Tacoma and Renton today. Bloggers report a clash between the Metroplex...

"Ahh drek!" Is today Tuesday? Damn I have a dinner meeting today. Ugh I wish I could take pain pills for this damn headache! Perhaps I shouldn't drink so much the night before I have plans."HA! Like that'll happen!"Well better get to it then. It must be early still. Yup 1pm, nice and early. I hope they got booze there, it will take the edge off. Man how long has it been since I seen ol' Sabrina. High School days at least. Maybe I can find out why she was so secretive about the occasion.

Onyx drags himself out of bed, not really sure how he even got to the bed last night. He picks up his commlink and pulls up Sabrina's number. Maybe I should call her to check if I should bring anything. I got a few nuyen around here for an emergency and lack of booze at a party can be considered an emergency!

A picture of Sabrina pops up on the commlink as she answers."Yo Rina, whats the haps? Need me to bring anything to this party tonight? Yeah yeah I know you keep saying it's not a party but come on 6 of us is enough to call it a party!"

As he closes the commlink Onyx is glad as the images of last's nights dream begin to fade away. Always at night. Always the dreams...

[Santanya]

The problem wasn't the window, it was the sun, he finially decided. Sinkalip opens one one eye, then immediately closes it and lets out a yawn. He stretches out for a moment then relaxes. It was time to get up though, that's why he liked this room. Unless it was raining, he always knew what time to get up because the sun told him.

He rolls out of bed and to his feet, already fully awake. He gives a slight frown as gets clothing out. Laundry would be needed done today, he decided as he walks to the shower. Sabrina's towel hung on the rack, barely damp from earlier. A quick shower, a blue shirt and a pair of black jeans completed the out fit for the day. The clock was glowing 11:45. Before noon, a full day and night ahead of him.

He wanders out into the apartment, glancing around. Sabrina was already gone it looked like. He thinks for a moment then knows why almost immediately. They had the get together tonight, and knowing her, she was out getting things ready before 9. He walks to the kitchen and rumages around for something to gnaw on, noting her mug sitting in the drainer. She had definitely been up early.

He drops onto the couch, grinning slightly as he stabs the remote for the Trid. Nothing much to do today for him, especially since there was no work to goto. A smile started across his face as he was met with nothing but static on the trid. Fraggin' thing.

He wanders back to his room and gathers up his clothing, taking it to the back room and dumps it into the washer. That's done, he thinks to himself then walks back to his own room, leaving the door open as he settles cross legged on the floor, closing his eyes. Let's see what's going on in the meantime.

He grins slightly, then leans back the edge of his bed. His eyes open, their shade a deep golden color as he grins, his teeth ever so slightly more pointed then usual. His head drops to his chest suddenly as he's off to see what's happening locally.

[darkzucchini]

A thousand face moved about his consciousness, friends, acquaintances, everyone he had ever known or would know was there; an ocean of memories. With a sigh and a smile, Johnny rolled over, sinking into his memories, letting them flood over him. With a feeling of weightlessness, Johnny felt at peace and wished that such dreams would never end...

With a start, Jphnny Starr bolts upright, rubbing the aching back of his head with his hand while looking up at the bed he had just rolled off of. Drek! Always gotta be doing something to ruin a good thing, eh? he thinks to himself as he extricates himself from a mass of tangle of sheets. Having freed himself, Johnny slips into a pair of leather racing pants that had been lying on the floor and tosses a white longsleeved button-up shirt into a pile of clothing in the corner after giving it a sniff. Pulling on a pair of combat boots, Johnny stumbles into the bathroom and twists the nob on the sink, first one for hot water, then the one for cold, neither of which meets with any results. Frag! I told that motherfragger that my water wasn't working. Can't depend on anyone to get drek done these days.

Pulling open the door of the dilapidated fridge, Johnny scans the empty shelves for some nutrasoy or any other form of food, finally settling on the only form of carbohydrates there, a lone bottle of beer. Taking a swig, Johnny grabs his shades and CommLink. Might as well check whats going on in the world... [[Pop Up News(PUN)]] - Good Morning Seattle. Today is Tuesday June 3rd. Acid ash predicted across all Tacoma and Renton today. Bloggers report a clash between the Metroplex Guard and group of mutant lead Barghest in eastern Redmond. Gubernatorial hopeful Kenneth Brackhaven is holding a charity campaign... Hey, looks like I've got some mail. Maybe its a response to one of those job applications I sent out... Hmm, Sabrina. Haven't seen her since Renko lost his job at Spike's. Guess I should pick up some brews and swing by there later today, it will be good to check in with old friends, seeing whats going on.

Grabbing a pack of smokes off the counter, Johnny runs down the steps of his apartment, pulling his bike off the landing and locking the door behind him. Revving up his bike, Johnny races off towards the Seattle Downtown, tossing the empty beer bottle into the gutter as he goes...

[Destro_Yersul]

He had always been a mechanic, always wanted to be a mechanic. Still was a mechanic, according to the tag he'd taken three hours attaching to his name on the resident listing. "Damien Carr, mechanic for hire". He almost laughed at that. So far the only one who had hired him to do anything was Sabrina.

He did laugh then. Sabrina and that damnable scooter of hers. She was always bringing it in, broken for whatever reason. He'd had a hell of a time fixing the pink screen of death. But that was back when he had a job. Back before Ron's Fix-it had been bought out by Hartford Mechanical.

At least she still went to him. Only job he'd had for weeks.

Damien pushed himself out from underneath his van. His arm clicked at him. Probably needed maintenance again. He sighed and left the little parking garage underneath his apartment building.

When he got to his apartment his commlink was beeping. Good mornin' to you too. He hit the switch and opened the fridge. Sabrina's voice played in the background, over the sound of the trid saying something about rain and hackers. Right, dinner at her place tonight. Wonder what she sounds so excited about.

He thought about it while his breakfast heated. Him, Sabrina, Sinkalip, Renko, Onyx and Johnny. None of them had jobs anymore. Maybe she's got a couple opportunities for us out of one of those bigshots she knows. The microwave beeped, his arm clicked, and three lights lit up on the central command console. Damien smiled and shook his head. Just another day in paradise...

[lawful_evil]

Onyx

Onyx's commlink activates at 10:05 am with an incoming call. The call originates from The law offices of DC&H. The caller chooses to go direct to voicemail rather than speak with Onyx.

The commlink message is from one of the secretaries at DC&H :

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Greetings Mr. Harper. Mr. Howe has asked me to call on his behalf. We are pleased to inform you that Boeing Federated has agreed to the proposed settlement we discussed in November. As a result, the account you provided has been credited with 15,000 nuyen, minus our legal fees and a good faith tax disbursement.

This concludes the contract you hired us for. If you have any questions or future legal matters feel free to contact DC&H.

[dauphinous]

Laden with two shopping bags, Sabrina bumps the door open with her backside, then kicks it closed once she's inside, around 1 or so. Everything goes onto the table for now. "Sinkalip? You've got to be up by now, but are you here?" She busies herself putting everything away (properly, neatly, and in it's place) while she waits for him to either respond or not. In the end, she'd bought more alcohol than food. She knows of three different things Sinkalip will consent to drinking, and got all three, along with the stuff she's pretty sure Onyx likes and a few other high-end varieties that she knows are supposed to be good.

The food is simple stuff that doesn't take much effort or skill. She hasn't actually cooked a single thing since Mom and Dad moved to Wishkah. That was five years ago. She hardly ever ate at home over the past three years anyway. Once everything is put away, she stands there with her fists on her hip and does pretty much what she did yesterday - feel very strange to not have anything specific to do.

Walking through the apartment, hunting for something to do, she finds the laundry in needs of switching into the dryer, so she does that. And that's it. She'd done her own laundry yesterday. She'd vacuumed, cleaned the bathroom, dusted those silly eagle things from Dad, and swept the kitchen.

With no response from Sinkalip, she finds herself today standing in the doorway of her own room, surveying the chaos. Yesterday's skirt is hanging on her closet doorknob. one blue pump is in the corner where she'd tossed it. The other one somehow ended up on top of her 4 foot tall bookshelf. Her shirt is mixed in with the completely disheveled covers on her bed. There is a smattering of garbage on the floor - a couple of shiny food wrappers, and the plastic from the new tube of nanopaste trodes she'd bought last week. Oh, and there's that stupid eagle mask from Dad. Have to remember to put it on the wall before they come out to visit again. I can do that now, I guess. And clean up.

At least Mom gives us practical gifts. Towels. That was the best present I've ever gotten, I think. Definitely better than this stupid mask thing, at least. Her commlink beeps, and she answers it immediately.

"Yo Rina, whats the haps? Need me to bring anything to this party tonight? Yeah yeah I know you keep saying it's not a party but come on 6 of us is enough to call it a party!"

She smiles at Onyx's image. "No, just yourself. My treat tonight." That seems to be all he needs to hear, as he cuts off the call with just barely enough time for her to say "See you later." Hasn't changed a bit. Hardly leaves time to answer a question before he moves on, just like always. After hanging the mask on the wall over the couch, she starts in on her room, cleaning it from top to bottom. And playing music - some techno-trash her Dad hates.

[Santanya]

Sinkalip

Sinkalip emerges from his room, stretching out his arms and legs as he walks. "Mornin' Sabrina," he says glancing in at her and chuckling. He makes a slight face at the mask hanging over the couch on his way to the kitchen to investigate her purchases for tonight. He can't help but laugh as he observes all the alcohol. "If I didn't know better, I would say you were trying to get everyone drunk," he call out over the music.

[dauphinous]

The music shuts off abruptly. "Oh, you're here," comes from Sabrina's room. She pops her head out the door, her expression that of mock incredulity. "Would I do that? Just because this whole idea is crazy, that doesn't mean that I necessarily think people would have to be sauced to agree to it." She ducks back into her room for a moment, then pops her head back out again, grinning. "But it will undoubtedly help."

She steps out of the room and, knowing he will have noticed it, gestures over at the mask. "Sorry, I found it in my room. I guess it's been there since Christmas. You know how Dad'll be if it isn't hanging someplace prominent the next time he visits." She does her own personal impression of their father. "Hmm. That's funny. Didn't I give you an eagle mask? I could have sworn that it was my kids I bestowed that fine, expensive expression of our noble heritage upon. One would almost think they were ashamed to be Salish." She drops the impression.

"Easier to just put it up there and leave it then forget the day before they get here and get his crap about it." She looks over at the mask now. "Maybe you could move one of your coyote thingies next to it. Make it look like it's growling at the thing, or about to eat it."

[BRC]

10:00
"zzzz"
11:00
"zzzz"
12:00
"zzzz huh"
"woah who am I, right, two hands check, two legs, must be metahuman, horns, right I'm a troll, name, names are important, Renko, yeah, that sounds right, what am I, job, I remember jobs, Bouncer, guy at a bar, yeah, thats what I am".
The morning (okay, afternoon) Amnesia having faded Renko looked around his apartment, his eyes fell on the large revolver sitting on the coffee table and then at the dent in the wall near the door
"right, WAS a bouncer, then I was an idiot who had to pull a gun on some drunk drekhead, now I'm just an unemployed idiot. I was mad about that. Lesse, coffee, coffee would be good"
Renko got out of bed, pulled on a t-shirt and some sweatpants, put a boxed breakfast in the microwave and made some coffee, as the pot bubbled he started to think.
"Right, no job, where have I heard that before, oh yeah, Sabrina, that nice girl who would come by and chat while her drekhead boss hung out in one of the back rooms doing drek knows what, her brother, sinkalip, said she got fired, I heard he’s out of work too, and Damien wasn’t at the shop when I went to pick up the bike yesterday. And Johnny who lives upstairs, I heard he’s out of work.
Renko sipped his soycaf, the horrid taste waking him up better then the caffeine as he scanned through his commlink
“Hmm, mariners lost 4-3 against Denver after Romero got a homer in the ninth, hmm, ninth,nine, something is happening at nine… oh yeah, Sabrina is having a get together at her place , I said I’d go, I can’t go, I have work. Wait, no I don’t, that’s right, I got fired, Spike was nice about it though."
Renko put on his shades and turned on the AR, pulled on his jacket, grabbed his taser (fraggin gangers, can’t be too careful), moved a band poster to cover the dent in the wall so the landlord wouldn’t give him drek about it, and walked out of the apartment.

[Mythknight]

"Just myself? Now that suits me just...BEEP!!Ahh drek what is that? The commlink beeps again in Onyx's ear. BEEP! Quicker in action than in thought Onyx clicks the button indicating he had a message.

Greetings Mr. Harper. Mr. Howe has asked me to call on his behalf...

Hmm this sounds interesting. 15k!, HELL YEAH! This was the best news Onyx had received in a long time. Quickly the haze of the hangover begins to pass as he remembers why the lawyer was calling really. The money was nice but Onyx's mind quickly drifts back to the day he found out his parents were dead. That was the reason the lawyer was calling. Onyx had no interest in the legal battle that his parents former company wanted to put up over the fact that "terrorism" was not covered in their policy. As the flashback of images that were only creations of his imagination begin to dance through his mind again Onyx realizes that the other feeling in his head was a hangover. A hangover meant he was not drunk. Not being drunk meant he had to think...and remember.

A half-empty bottle of Jack Daniel's was conveniently lying half-exposed under the box that was serving as a coffee table in his living room. I always wonder how Jack stayed in business all these years past the Ghost Dance. Bah means nothing to me just glad there is someone making something hard still. Aww drek, I wonder if she is still there.As Onyx snatches the bottle out he realizes that Sabrina was on hold. He looks down to his commlink and there is no connection. Damn! She probably just hung up thinking I was in a hurry again. As Onyx cracks the bottle open he hears a scream from where seems like very far off. It sounds like a woman screaming as she is ripped out an opening in the side of a plane while it plummets to it's own doom. The woman's face is his mother's. Onyx tips back the bottle as he thinks to himself, Well the party is not until 9 so I got time for another nap., as the bottle empties Onyx stumbles back towards the kitchen his head colliding with the wall as he missed the doorway. The bump was enough to lay Onyx out on the floor barely conscious. Not the intended method but the results were the same. he thought as the world began to spin faster and the alcohol begins to work it's way through his system.

[Santanya]

Sin'ka'lip

Sinkalip drops onto the couch and looks up at the mask. "Yea, I can here him already," he says, grinning slightly as he raises his hand making a little mock blathering person. His eyes take on a deep golden color as he peers up at the mask. Suddenly, its mouth starts mimicking speech as Sabrina does her impression. Sinkalip laughs softly to himself, glancing over to make sure she notices.

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Casting Animate on the mask:
Spellcasting: [3, 4, 5, 6, 3, 5, 3, 6, 4, 6] = 5 hits
Overcomes the Object resistance (Manufactured low tech) of 2.
Force Level: 1 Drain: 1/2
Drain Resistance = 4 + 5 = 9 dice, so just buying off the hit to resist the drain.

[dauphinous]

Sabrina

She takes a moment to get what's going on, but then she gets it. And starts laughing. "Yeah, exactly." Once the laughter fades, she sighs. "Okay, so this room is clean. The kitchen is clean," she uses her fingers to count out the points she's making, "the bathroom is clean, the fridge is stocked, the dishes are done, my room is basically clean, the library is clean, the laundry is done, The windows are washed, the shelves are dusted, and the food will only take a half hour to get ready."

She glances at the nearest clock. "It's not even two o'clock." She crosses her arms and rocks on her feet a little. "You want me to put away your laundry? Because I have no idea what to do with myself until 8:30."

[Mythknight]

Zzzzz......Alright, the plan is set. Break at a 45 for the side and beeline to the 50 yard line. Slide into the nearest bunker... zzz...Always the dreams....always the dreams...

[Santanya]

Sinkalip


"If you really feel you want to wait on me, ok, but you don't have to," he says, raising his eyebrow at her. "That woman did a number on you," he says shaking his head slightly. "Makes me glad I..." he says then shrugs. "Sit down, relax," he says, laughing softly as he turns to make room on the couch. "Maybe you can get the Trid to work."

[dauphinous]

Sabrina

Makes me glad I-? Sabrina gives Sinkalip one uplifted eyebrow, but doesn't say anything. She shakes her head a little and walks around to pick up the remote. "I'm screwed up now because I don't like wasting time? Or sitting around on my butt doing nothing?" She hits the button to turn on the trid and sticks her tongue out at Sinkalip. Pulling off her shoes, she sets them neatly next to the couch, toes facing out, then sits down and folds her legs up onto the couch. "Free time just feels weird." Then she starts channel surfing.

[Santanya]

Sinkalip

Sinkalip chuckles softly. "You just cleaned your own room and offered to put my laundry away," he says, smiling to her as he pushes himself up off the couch. "Its an obvious sign of mental trama," he says as he heads to the laundry. "Everythings ready, so relax, its not like we'll be able to later."

Sinkalip heads into the laundry and takes care of it, leaving Sabrina to relax til tonight. He spends a while back in his room, crosslegged on the floor and watching the Trid with Sabrina, waiting for the evening to start.

As time approched, he glances over to Sabrina. "Everyone knows what time, right?" he asks curiously.

[Destro_Yersul]

*click... click... whirrr* Damien pulls the wrench out of his arm and closes the maintenance panel. Nothing but routine today, all it had needed was a quick check. Ok, that takes care of you and breakfast. He grabs the premade dinner from the microwave and flops down onto an old couch. Party at nine. Wonder if I need to bring anything...

He shrugs and reaches for his commlink, punching in Sabrina's number. Hey, it's me. You want me to bring anything to this dinner party of yours? Like tools, maybe? He grins. Knowing that scooter you've got, it'll probably break down halfway through appetizers.

[dauphinous]

Sabrina

Shae answers her commlink when it beeps. "Hi Damien." She smiles at him, chuckling a little at his joke. "No, you don't need to bring anything. Just yourself and an open mind."

Sabrina stands up at exactly 8:28pm and begins bustling around in the kitchen. "They'll all be here," she replies absently. Real food is a lot harder to deal with than soy. "Though I can't vouch for 'on time', just appearance in general." By 8:50, she's putting out the first batch of food items - just cubes of plain, ordinary cheese with plain, ordinary crackers. But it's all real. No soy crap tonight. Next she puts out bowls of genuine potato chips, genuine tortilla chips, and actual tomato-based salsa (extra hot). The little pizza things will be done at precisely 9pm.

All the food in the fridge has been moved and stacked carefully as far to the back and bottom as possible to make room for the four kinds of beer, all in bottles, and there is a small selection of bottles of hard alcohol lined up on the counter next to plain plastic cups. Plain plastic plates are on the table with all the food and with plain white napkins. With a little luck, the audience would appreciate that she hadn't gone overboard. That natural food store had a lot of things to choose from. She'd tried to stick to things that this crowd would actually recognize and like.

[BRC]

Renko parked his bike outside the building and set the saftey to "deter", guarenteeing a loud noise and mild electric shock to any idiot who decided to steal it and walked inside, his thick dreadlocks still wet from the shower he'd taken at the gym 20 minutes ago. Checking his commlink for the apartment number he plodded upstairs and knocked on the door to Sabrina and Sinklip's apartment.

[dauphinous]

Sabrina

Before Sinkalip can even get partway off his butt, Sabrina is at the door opening it. She smiles broadly at Renko and stands aside so he can come inside. "Welcome." At the moment, she's wearing a navy suit skirt and a white, short-sleeve blouse. Her straight hair is down, just hanging free, which makes her look a little less...uptight, maybe? Normally, it's up in a no-nonsense bun, and she looks very professional that way. Like this, and without the glasses she usually wears, she seems more like a normal, everyday, attractive person. Of course, the black eye doesn't enhance her looks any.

"Kitchen's that way. Drinks are in the fridge and on the counter. Plenty to eat. Make yourself at home."

The front door opens into a small entry, which leads in two directions through open doorways. One way looks like it is probably the laundry room, and the other is obviously the kitchen.

[Santanya]

Sinkalip

Sinkalip just watches Sabrina all but sprint for the door. He chuckles softly and keeps watching the trid until he hears her talking, then stands and walks towards the kitchen. "Hey there," he says waving to Renko. "Enjoy, she's gone all out," he says, grinning slightly as he steals a cracker and munches on it.

[BRC]

Renko ducked through the door and walked over to the snack table where he helped himself to some tortilla chips.
"Thanks for inviting me by the way, kinda weird to throw an unemployment party, not that I'm complaining."

[dauphinous]

Sabrina

She lets Renko get past herself, then pops her head into the hallway. If any of the others are there, she smiles and holds the door open for him. Otherwise, she just closes it.

"Misery loves company, right? I'm about to go insane with nothing to do here. That's some kind of misery. For Sin, at least."

[darkzucchini]

Johnny swings into the parking lot of the apartment complex on his blue Mirage, quickly grinding the bike to a stop on the asphalt. Pulling off his helmet, Johnny runs a hand through his light blond hair, back to front, pushing the gelled strands back into their upright position. He unstraps a large case of beer from the back of the bike and hoists it onto his shoulder before running up the stairs and pulling open the door to the building. Seeing one of the doors down the hall beginning to close as he enters the building, Johnny rushes forward, jamming the door open with a boot and sticking one arm, covered in dark blue star tattoos of various sizes, through the entryway.

"Heres Johnny!!"

[Mythknight]

As the time rolls around to 8:45, Onyx begins to groan. "Ugh...What? what time is it?" Looking at the clock reveals the late hour. "Well better late than early I always say."

Onyx pulls himself off the floor wiping a little blood away from the back of his head. "Must have been a good party." he mumbles to himself. Gotta find something clean to wear. "Must be the maids day off." After a bit of searching Onyx pulls on one of his old jersey's he found in the corner. "Heh, fitting for the occasion I guess." He sprays it down with some deodorant and heads out the door.

Heading out the back door he chirps the alarm on his Midnight Black Mirage. He swings a leg over and turns over the slightly modified engine. With a roar it leaps to life and within seconds he is screeching down the road. Sure hope I remember where her place is.

Two lefts, then a right and Onyx pulls up to the address he was given. "Not too far from home. I like that. Makes it easy to stumble my way home after the party."

Onyx chirps the bike's alarm again and heads up the stairs taking two at a time. He quickly finds the number on the door and rings the bell. After only a monent the doors swings open and there is Sabrina in all her glory. 9:15 "Sorry I am late. I missed lunch I heard there was some food?" At about that time Onyx notices the spread on the other side of the room. "Whoa you went all out Rina!" With a quick kiss on the cheek Onyx makes his way towards the food.

On his way past noticing Sinkalip, Damien, Johnny and Renko. Onyx nods and greets them."Damien, been awhile. Renko, still working out I see? Sink, your sister is looking good as always. Johnny, well there is Johnny."
So Rina, whats this really all about? I know you didn't want to slum and feed your old high school sweethearts here. Last I heard you were hanging with some big time and were too good for us." Onyx throws her a wink and a smile. "So how 'bout it? Is this a 'catch-up on old times' party or what?"

Onyx swings by what is set up as the bar and grabs a bottle of Jack. "I see you haven't forgotten my favorite drink." With that he flops himself, his bottle and a plate piled high with snacks into one end of the couch and props his feet up. "Oh and nice place you got here Rina. Seems you and Sink been doing well for yourself. So where is the celeb you are babysitting anyway?" Onyx begins to eat what food he was able to fit on his plate and take large drinks of alcohol as well. Time to enjoy...and forget.

[Destro_Yersul]

Damien nods. Sure thing. He closes the link and heads for the garage, locking the apartment behind him. The battered old van that served as his main transportation was right where he had left it. He climbed in, thumbed the starter a couple times and waited as the gate raised itself far enough to let him out.

The van rolled off down the street, headlights switching on automatically. In the way, he thought about the others. He hadn't seen any of them but Sabrina since his job went kaput. Well, he might have seen Johnny a couple times in bars, but that was about it. No more Renko at Spike's, no more Onyx on the trid... Damien grinned again. This would be fun.

He arrived at the apartment right behind Johnny, catching the door before it closed. Hey everyone. How you all doing?

[BRC]

Renko turns at the sound of Damien's voice.
"Damien! Long time no see, do you still have your ace shot at the pool table? Jimmy's still got your luck cue behind the bar."

[dauphinous]

"Come in, come in." Sabrina just stays at the door until Onyx shows up. That makes everyone. She rolls her eyes at him. "Yeah, way too good for you guys. Or, you know, BUSY." Then she chuckles. "Grab some food, have a seat, relax." Sabrina waits for everyone to get whatever they intend to get. She leans up against a wall, trying very, very hard not to look impatient or nervous.

She doesn't touch any of the food, but does get herself a stiff drink and knock it back in one gulp. Then she moves to where everyone can see her at once and steps into her professional self. The one that can handle meeting a drug dealer at 2 in the morning, being slapped for something stupid, calling around to get the best price on sex toys, negotiating with a snotty concierge about the ruined wallpaper in the hotel room, refraining from calling her boss a 'total bitch', and all the rest...and just starts. "So, I think we all know that we're all basically unemployed here. For me, I know I just can't stand not having anything to do, and after," the next six words are said through a clenched jaw, "dealing with Annika for three years, I'm not exactly excited to find a new job in my previous line of work. So."

She glances at Sinkalip, in a somewhat furtive way, then away from him. Candy coat it? Let them discuss that point while they drink? Frag it. "So, I kind of had an idea. For which I would need everyone's help. All of you, I mean. Because I happen to think that everyone here has the skills to maybe pull off something really great if we're all just willing to do it. We could start small, and slow, get our feet wet, see what we're good at and what we're not. I think I know enough people that I could line things up, but I didn't want to call anyone until I knew if you guys were willing." She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

"I want to start shadowrunning."