Ears is a high-class restaurant in the Elven District of Downtown. Its storefront is relatively small, almost demure, clearly a place that gets business by name recognition rather than glitzy advertising.

Firefox and Carver both arrive at Ears early.

Also Cloudbreaker, St. Nougat, Warlock for you, and PCO Spvnky (did I say that right?) are also there.

By 'there' I mean 'outside', because the doorman, who is the orkiest looking elf you've ever seen, won't let you enter. One look is enough to tell him that you rabble have no business in a place of class, refinement, and mandatory pants. Firefox is the possible exception, except she has the poor taste to associate with people wanting in said class, refinement, and pants.

He crosses his arms as you approach. "The homeless shelter is in Bellevue. You need me to call you a cab?"

In reply to Papa Bear (msg # 1):

I take a look around this glitzy establishment, hoping that my good kilt is enough crotch coverage to enter this fine establishment. It shouldn't really matter my rocking mage sigil robes cover up most of it anyway, although the cool wind does rustle a jimmy now and then. I look the faux ork up and down as he dares speak to me, I slide the hood down and look directly at him and say in the best dead pan baddass mage voice I can muster. "Can you afford the cab back to your house?"
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In his grungiest Americanese accent possible, Carver replies with "We're here to see a guy named Big Johnson who's name isn't Johnson. We were also told you guys have the best spinach puffs in town. The first is forgiveable, but the second... That I have to see for myself. With my tongue." damnit that sounded cooler in my head. And in filipino. Pants or no, Carver is not about to be upstaged by some ork-faced daisy-eater.

Apparently "wear pants" was Rock's version of "dress to the 9s".  And unfortunately most of this group was barely able to pull off a 2.5.

The size of the team was both promising and worrisome.  You didn't order this size of a crew unless it was a pretty big job.  And a big job meant decent nuyen.  Unfortunately, based on the way everyone was eyeing each other just as much as they were the doorman, none of her fellow drek-heads had worked together.  And that had cluster-frag written all over it.  Though she supposed that with the job being from Rock that had likely been a given anyway.

Her lithe form slipped towards the front of the group, her hands subtly straightening her leather jacket to further accentuate the ample cleavage visible through the cut-out of her neon tube-top.

"It seems our future employer neglected to mention that an alternate door would be more appropriate.  Perhaps we might enter in a manner that would be less 'disruptive' to your other guests?"

Her smile and voice were both pleasant, but still made it clear that disruption was pretty much a given if their little group didn't make it inside somehow.

She held the bouncer's gaze, waiting for the slightly blank look that signified he was talking to someone inside - preferably confirming and locating the private room of "Mr. Johnson" rather than summoning a KE squad.  Once that look appeared, she leaned non-chalantly against the wall beside the door, regarding the assembled rag-tag band with a slightly bemused grin.

"Firefox".  The nod of her head addressing both everyone and no-one in particular.

OOC: A quick check, Firefox, are you wearing pants?

Is anyone else in the party wearing pants? Anyone?

Considering the trouble I went through to get them, Carver is wearing pants and his jacket, but shirt and underwear are optional.

I believe I specified I was wearing leather pants.  Snug ones.

The HELL WITH PANTS!


KILT FTMFW!

Noug watches impassively as the rest of the team banters with the hired muscle.  he could get in if he had to but going in without the team would look bad for biz.  for now he just stood back and watched.

(for the record yes, Noug is wearing pants.)

Twitch walks up to the establishment, wondering if everyone else got the same message that he did.  Having researched the place before coming he knew there would be a dress code and has dressed appropriately.  Walking up to the doorman he hands over a business card and an ID, "Excuse me, these are my associates, if you could please let us by?  We have an important meeting to be attending." he says indicating the others.

"I am assuming that You are all at least dressed as shadowrunners so I am leaping to the conclusion that we are all here for the same thing.  Have any of us done any runs together before?