"Mr. Birwin, it might be best if you led the way"  She moved aside, giving a rather violent hip thrust to the groin of one of Jonas' boys who was carrying the Elvis thing a little too far.  "She might respond a little better to you"

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snow takes up position by the door outside of the suite like he did the first time they were there.

He picks up the ham and cheese sandwich and tears it roughly in half and offers the larger piece to St. V before taking a bite.

St. V hip thrusts people aside as he exits the elevator.  The burly troll Elvis heartthrob knocks quite a few over, but doesn't have time to care.  There was half a sandwich with his name on it!  After stuffing the entire half into his mouth and standing at the ready on the opposite side of the door frame as Snow, he urges Birwin into the room as well.  "Fi'fox 's righ'."  He swallows his sandwich to avoid spitting more crumbs all over Birwin's face, then starts over.  "Firefox is right.  You're the one with the freaky nature skills and all the cameras.  Go see what ya can find."

"Ri', you all stay back, these fellas pack quite a wollop!"

Birwin leaps into the room. A moment later the camera crew leaps in after. The bushes shake and rattle. Bears growl  and drop. Baz, the trainer, comes dashing out of the room in his underoos, glowers at the lot of you, then runs for cover. A moment later you hear a crash of glass and a CRIKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!.

Birwin's assistant peeks his head out. "There's been a bit of an accident. He's subdued the majority of the animals, but it seems Mr. Birwin himself may be in need of some medical assistance."

"Gents, Ladies, Hunks of burning love, if you will excuse me it sounds like I have a devout naturalist to attend to." Carver points a hip gyration to the assistant, "You can lead the way". He swings his hips back to the party, "I figure the rest of you can escape under the cover of armed medical intervention teams, but I'd like to make sure he survives long enough to take advantage of them. Meet you back at the car in ten. Fifteen tops."

"Umm, don't we need the bear first?"

Firefox ponders briefly why she hadn't had a spike welded to the top of her helmet as she summons a swarm of watchers and prepares to enter the jungle environment.

"I thought the plan was to let Birwin take the bears and loose them on the elf.  Now if Birwin is out of play then i guess we have to make the delivery."

"Yeah, it looks like we have no choice but to grab the bear ourselves.  We gotta be sure it's the right one this time though."  He points a finger at the pile eucalyptus bundles and says, "But there's no way we have time to check each one in there..."  He assumed there was probably one for each drop bear in the room.

He looks at the bundles for a moment, then at the elevator full of Elvises, and then at the bundles again.  Then, addressing the elevator of rock and roll legends he says, "Yo, kings!  Everyone grab a eucalyptus bundle and a bear then pack back into the elevator.  We can sort everything out later."

"I think we should give them all to Q or whatever letter the elf is going by today."

St. Velveteen gives Snow a great big congratulatory pat on the back.  "Perfect!  If we deliver them all, we deliver Becka too.  Which makes our goal gotten!"

<gold>"Hubba hubba,"</gold> the Elvises pile out of the elvisator and pick up the large bundles of eucalyptus, carrying them back. Once the packages are cleared, some of them start getting the potted plants and carrying them in as well. As they're moving the jungle into the elvisator (possibly with some still stalking drop bears) one leaps at the glittery gangers. There's a brief scuffle, a lot of sequined blood, but eventually the animal is put down.

As the room clears, you find that three more of the animals seem to be sleeping soundly, stretched out in the middle of the floor, apparently somnified mid-leap. And there is a broken window out of which, presumably, Birwin has taken the Great Drop. (I expect Carver is willing to provide medical expertise, but I don't want to presume his method of transit).

Carver will perform a grappler-assisted hip-thrust-shuffle down the side of the building whilst repeating "Medical professional, pay no attention pretty lady" to anyone who looks out the window.
I'll do my best to stabilize Birwin and have someone get a Docwagon response team in.

(OOC: I went ahead and rolled for climbing. I see your athletics is 2. You have climbing equipment, and you're going down, so both big bonuses, but the surface of the building is all glass, which is a penalty. Rolled 2, 1, which I believe qualifies as a critical failure (granted, just about every failure is 'critical' dangling from 13 stories up). You want to do anything about that, or just let the dice lie?)

Grappling hook, dude. I can rappel down without a problem.
Or I can be a weenie and take the stairs.
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(I included the grappling hook, but also penalties given the slippery 'terrain', hence the TN of 3. Even with the minimum TN of 2 though ...

Had to crack open the rule book. In SR3, it's ALL 1s are a critical fail. They changed it to half in SR4. So that's my bad. I don't have my Companion book on hand either. So I'll rule that Carver doesn't make the Great Drop, as exciting as that would be (Thaden would have bounced, not sure about the new guy). But he won't be moving very fast.)

While Carver is gradually shimmying his way down the side of the building, the remainder of the group crowds into the Elvis-filled elvisator. About thirty of you stand, shoulder-to-shoulder (or shoulder-to-hip, in the case of St. V), many of you holding eucalyptus shrubs or packets, so the whole ceiling of the elvisator is filled with thick foliage.

The doors close and the car descends. One of the gangers poots and apologizes. As you pass the eighth floor, some of the canopy shakes, and low growl echoes through the elevator.

St. Velveteen sweeps one of his massive arms through the rustling area at cyber-enhanced speeds, his eagle cape trailing behind, and hoping to pin what he assumes is a cloaked drop bear to the wall.  "I thought you found all of 'em, 'Fox," he says with a grunt as he swings.  He did NOT want one of those little buggers gnawing on his brain-meats.

12:47, Today: St. Velveteen rolled 3 successes using 6d6 with the Shadowrun system with a target of 4 with rolls of (6+3)9,4,2,1,(6+4)10,2. Unarmed combat. Pinning a suspected drop bear.

The Elvises react immediately; some start banging on the doors and walls. Another pulls her gun and starts firing wildly into the bushes (and the ceiling above). St. V stabs a sexy, glittery arm in and comes away with an adorable drop bear cub, gnawing eagerly on his wrist.

The elevator arrives at the bottom floor and the group tumbles out and back to your party wagon/motorcycles/camera van.

Carver arrives soon after to the ground floor and releases his grappling hook. A  quick diagnostics shows Birwin is in the Deadly Overdamage boxes. Carver though is an expert, and can stabilize the man until DocWagon arrives.

Carver is not about to let a damn seven story fall get in the way of a lifetime of educational achievement! Medical skills yo!

Snow heads over to the truck and fires up the engine, the sooner they get away from here the better.

Saint Velveteen rips the cub off of his wrist and holds it by the scruff of its neck.  He considers tossing it aside, but the cuteness factor quickly overpowers that impulse.  The big troll soon finds himself fashioning a little hanging bag out of his cape to carry the cub in, stocking the little critter's new private quarters with a eucalyptus bundle.  By the time they reach the truck, St. V had already moved the cub into its new quarters and named him Little Velveteeny.

Once he got Little Velveteeny squared away inside the truck, St. Velveteen says, "Well, I s'pose we should get on with this job so we can go home sometime today.  Looks like Marilyn and I may need to make some living adjustments..."  He looks among the bears that they have to make sure they obtained the correct one this time.

Four not-quite-successes...
10:04, Today: St. Velveteen rolled 4 successes using 4d6 with the Shadowrun system with a target of 4 with rolls of (6+1)7,4,5,5. Perception. Is Becka here this time?

(OOC: I'll post a longer game post later, but to answer your question... probably?)

Firefox joined the troll in examining their acquisitions, seeing if she can recognize the aura of the critter she'd seen on stage the previous night.  She really didsn't want to come back a third time.  Who knew what she'd have to wear. . .

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09:30, Today: Firefox rolled 1 success using 6d6 with the Shadowrun system with a target of 8 with rolls of (6+4)10,5,2,3,2,2. Identifying Bella.

That should do it, even without a bonus from astral.

She gives a wave to Jonas as she returns to her bike.  "Presume the next step for you guys is a bar.  Be sure to send me pictures"

Once everyone is on board Snow starts the car and heads off to where they can find their johnson.  they have a deliver to make.

As they head out with the drop bears in tow, St. V gathers the little beasts around for story time.  He figured it would be a good idea to keep them occupied until they reached their destination.

12:33, Today: St. Velveteen rolled 2 successes using 3d6 with the Shadowrun system with a target of 4 with rolls of 4,2,(6+3)9. Childcare.

Short chapter, but so worth it. +2 Karma for everyone.