It's 10:30pm. Most of the normal execs are out getting drunk, meanwhile the lower-level bars and restaurants are full of wannabes, starlets, hanger-ons, and other low-level critters in the social ecosystem.

There is a guard by the door, scanning SINs to ensure only invited guests are permitted access. He's keeping pretty busy tonight, as there seems to be a few parties going on in the restaurants and guests are flowing through pretty fast.

Carver shakes the rain off his shoulders, and takes a long drag. How did it come to this? He used to be quality, top of the shelf merc-work. Now, sneaking in to steal some damn man eating panda bear from a tween-show with a gimp mask in his pocket and his pistol hidden among a pile of multicolored male members? Assuming he had a mother, she'd be ashamed of how her son turned out.
More ashamed.
Probably.
He shifts the straps on his shoplifted bra, and pushes the flesh-colored water balloons back into place. Aaand, he chipped a nail.
Sonuvabitch.
He curses in tagalog into a cloud of cigsmoke, and tosses the stripped butt into an overflowing gutter. Seattle can't even get the temperature of its fraggin rainstorms right. Seeing the crew assemble around him, he grumbles another expletive and shifts off the wall.

Snow put on the pimp hat to complete the very outlandish outfit and lit up a Swisher Sweet.

"Alright guys, follow me and let me do most of the talking.  V, keep your goat on a short leash."

07:59, Today: Snow rolled 16 using 5d6, rerolling max with rolls of 1,5,4,5,1. Stealth Disguise. snow is obviously to white to make a good pimp, anyway...

Snow walked right up to the security guard and starting talking to him to try to talk the team through the check point, "Yo, my man." Snow slaps the guards hand that is held out for an ID and then goes through about 20 different handshakes with him, "We are on the list, you know the very special list. There is gonna be a Party here tonight. and you are going to want to join in with us because you ain't never seen a show like what these folks can put on...."

08:10, Today: Snow rolled 48 using 7d6, rerolling max with rolls of (6+1)7,(6+3)9,(6+2)8,(6+4)10,(6+1)7,4,3. Fast talk.

Frost keeps talking as he tries to just walk right past the guard

Nice roll :>
Firefox places her arms on the security desk and leans forward, providing the guard with a more than ample view of her cleavage.  (He'd have gotten an ample view without any leaning at all.)  She gives him a pouty smile and slowly runs her tongue around her bright blue lips.  Internally, she curses her decision on the 6 inch heels.  Her toes feel like they're in a vice and she's going to be in a dreckload of trouble if she needs to move anywhere in a hurry.

Summoning roll for a force 6 fire elemental from earlier in the day:

quote:

07:34, Today: Firefox rolled 6 successes using 19d6 with the Shadowrun system with a target of 5 with rolls of 5,1,(6+2)8,1,1,2,4,5,5,2,(6+1)7,2,2,2,4,(6+1)7,3,2,2. Summoning.

Name: Pyro

I keep forgetting Stealth includes Disguise rolls. Oops. Rolling 10d6, 5,5,1,2,1,2,5,5,5,(6+5)11; 6 successes. Carver is quite convincingly a woman, even if a very hairy one.
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Saint Velveteen straightened his wig and resituated his mini skirt as he followed the others.  He pulled his purse up onto his shoulder (filled with his climbing gear, shock gloves, and other assorted ropes, straps, and clamps) and walked with as much purpose as he could muster.  He knew he looked nothing like a lady, but hopefully he still could pass as a man in drag.  This had to be the strangest run he had ever been on...

When they reached the door, St. V. let the others do the talking.  He stood provocatively as he held onto Marylin's chain (it was amazing they were able to find her a spiked collar on such short notice!).  Whenever a guard looked his way, he made sure to flash a smile and show a little leg.

12:34, Today: St. Velveteen rolled 2 successes using 3d6 with the Shadowrun system with a target of 4 with rolls of 3,4,(6+4)10. Stealth Disguise.

Stealth (if required)

quote:

10:14, Fri 02 May 2014: Firefox rolled 3 successes using 3d6 with the Shadowrun system with a target of 4 (((6+4)10,(6+2)8,(6+3)9)).

Did I mention that my cleavage is *very* impressive? :>

The guard looks from one uhh ... person ... employee? of the night to the other, then back to Snow.

"You're new here, aren't you? Just give me a moment to call in a guide for you."

He gets his radio and calls in to the front desk, "Nyson party here. I need a guide to take them up?"

He waits patiently with you as the cool weather causes goose bumps on all of the exposed flesh, and the exposed flesh causes goose bumps on everyone else.

The radio crackles again, "Nyson party just arrived via the garage. Woods, who did you say you have at the door?" The guard seems for a moment confused, then looks up at this maladjusted band.

Pray for a good roll here guys:
16:16, Today: Snow rolled 22 using 7d6, rerolling max with rolls of 2,5,1,3,5,4,2. etiquette or negotiation (with proper settings).
16:16, Today: Snow rolled 32 using 7d6, rerolling max with rolls of 5,3,3,3,(6+1)7,(6+4)10,1. Karma Reroll (with proper Settings).
Edge: Friendly Face

Used karma to reroll any failures

"You see what is going here don't you?" Snow moves in uncomfortably close to the security guard and whispered in his ear.  "Obviously there is someone trying to get in here on our ticket.  We cant have that now can we.  Think about it, if the client doesn't get their party then I don't get paid and the client doesn't get Marlyn.  If the client doesn't get Marlyn and the rest of us then the client is going to be pissed.  If the client is pissed then who do you think they are going to blame?  Try the guy who stopped the proper party while a bunch of freaks in drag slipped in through the back door."

Snow moved away to let that sink in for a moment.  "I'll tell you what," looks at the name tag, "Officer Sphincter, you let us go take care of our client and we will hit you up on the way back out and you can have your choice here and the two of you can have your own little party.  And dont let Golddust here scare you with those tusks, the things she can do will blow your mind. But if that's not your speed..." He looking meaningfully at each member of the crew (and the goat) then back to the guard.

"Savvy?"

(Wow, this guard has clearly been paying attention during his security awareness courses! He is well due a raise. Awesome rolls for a not-bright guy.)

The guard peers around at the goat, then back at Snow. He visibly considers for a moment. "Listen, that's... that's a very nice offer and everything. But I just need to call it in and get authorization."

The officer turns away from the party to speak into the radio, "This is Woods. Hold up that other group. I'm also going to need an ID check here, over." He listens for a bit to the radio chatter, before turning back to the group for SINs or at least phone numbers he should call to verify everything.

Firefox exhales on the counter before bending over and digging in her purse, giving the guard a nice view while she's at it.  At the same time, she switches to astral and scans for anyone who might be able to pick up on astral activity.  Assuming the coast is clear, she summons pyro - manifest only on the astral plane.

There's a group being detained by a guard in the garage two floors down.  Go cause some chaos, make some grief for the guard and make it seem like you're taking orders from someone in the group.  Have fun, but don't kill the guard.  If you feel under real threat, you can leave.

This was already not going as smoothly as St. V would have hoped.  He begins rummaging around in his purse like Firefox, but then gets an idea.

"Oh Ms. Moxy," Saint Velveteen says to Carver in a more feminine and breathy version of his usual voice.  "I believe you still have my ID in your bag of goodies from the other night.  Would you be a doll and fish it out for me?"

Carver does his best to giggle demurely, before rummaging through his satchel. After a few minutes, he lets out a frustrated sigh and begins pulling things out of the bag, stacking them on a security desk. Gimp mask, hand cuffs, "Black Thunder", "Woody", "Buzz", "Slick Willie"...

PM

The guard looks distraught at the ... tools of the trade piling up. "I really can't... I can't take these!" Soon his workspace is piled up and he calls in to the control center for assistance. His radio call is interrupted by a squawk, "There's an incident by garage entrance 2! Require immediate backup!"

The guard jumps up from his post, "You all need to get out. Now." He gently pushes Snow towards the door, as though he'd maybe forgotten where it was. "Out!"

Once it seems the party is at least moseying towards the door, he radios in, "Station 2, checking in. Yes sir, locking down." He hits a button on the desk then scurries off to the elevators.

If your group is polite enough to leave, you'll find the doors are now locked from the outside. However, they can still be opened from the inside (albeit, with a loud beep from the door alarm). There's still people going out and, even if somewhat diminished, in.

"Go on guys, I'll catch up," Snow says to the team as he slowly begins to pick up all of the tools that Carver started to unload on the desk.  Holding up one that looked like a squid, "Hey! This one's mine!" and then starts to proceed towards the door trying to time it so that the guard is on his way and hopefully gone by the time he gets there.

once the guard is gone he will hold open the door and let everyone back in.  If the guard isn't going to bug off before Snow is gone then the team will loiter until someone opens the door and then slip in.

"Well that definitely could have gone better.  Lets hurry up and get this done, the stairs are this way."

Carver shrugs "I figured you weren't going to miss it yet. Don't ask where the others came from, LoneStar keeps some weird shit in their impound lockers." As they mosey into the stairwell or elevator (depending on which will likely be smarter), Carver will start sneaking his assorted holsters into their usual concealed locales under the (squat) longcoat. "Shit, pistols clash with my satchel and I think my holster got tangled in my bra. Someone mind checking my tights' seams?"

With a huff, he trots towards the lethal fuzzball, allowing St V to take the lead if he so desires.

There's no indications of alarms yet, and the security desk is momentarily unmanned. Crowds flow around you, without anyone seeming to think you're at all out of place. Marilyn takes a nibble out of someone's scarf, but the poor lady only shouts for a few moments before she decides she's outmatched and goes off in a huff.

While you have access to the lobby, the elevators are still locked without a badge.

Stairs.

Snow will lead the way to the stairwell where he jimmied the lock.  If its still jimmied he will open it, if not then he will get to work on opening it the hard way.

14:25, Mon 12 May 2014: Snow rolled 20 using 7d6 ((2,1,5,5,2,1,4)).

14:26, Today: Snow rolled 42 using 7d6, rerolling max with rolls of 3,4,(6+4)10,5,(6+5)11,4,5. Electronics, bypass circuits.

14:26, Today: Snow rolled 28 using 7d6, rerolling max with rolls of 4,1,5,3,5,5,5. electrnics, replace case.

Firefox takes a quick look at the security desk.  If there's a labeled control set that will give them elevator control, control over the doors or anything else useful, she'll do that.  An extra badge or two would be handy as well.  Plus she looks at the label for the button the guard pushed.  If he's summoned Lone Star, that'd be a good thing to know . . .

"Well that's not very lady-like," St. Velveteen scolds Marilyn when she tries to eat the woman's scarf.  Even so, he shoots a dirty look at the woman who dares shout at his goat.  If Marilyn wanted a scarf to be her potential last meal, he wasn't about to stop her.

St. V follows the others and prepares for the trip either up the twenty or so flights of stairs, or (if they are lucky) a trip up the elevator.  If the stairs is their destination, St. V will need to adjust his mini skirt before hoisting Marilyn to his shoulders.  Hopefully his wig won't suffer the same fate as that scarf...

Yay, goat-hats.

The door is relocked, but Snow makes quick work of it. Somehow someone jimmying open the door lock while a troll wearing a goat stands next to him doesn't seem to attract too much attention.

Firefox swings by the security desk. There are cameras displaying images from different spots through the hotel. Empty hallways, cooks in the kitchen, party in the restaurant, limousine pulling into the driveway, raging vehicle fire in the garage, two maids canoodling in the janitor's closet ...

The button does appear to be a silent alarm. It is still lit, suggesting it's active.

One of the drawers has a pack of gum, an extra tie, a stun baton, some ketchup packets, and a handful of visitors passes.

Firefox happily grabs sufficient visitor passes for the group, tossing one to whoever's standing nearest.  "See if this'll work for the elevator"  If the button appears to be a toggle, she flips it off.  Time allowing, she pops the battery cover off the stun baton and wads a piece of gum over the contacts before closing it again.

She really hoped the elevator was gonna work.  18 floors were going to be a bitch in these heels.

The card reader flashes red--no dice, it would seem.

Snow bypasses the lock on the stairs door and hold the door open for everyone.

"I prefer the stairs for unauthorized entry, usually less cameras and much harder for security to shut down and trap up.  I can usually get through maglocks but trying to open a locked elevator door is another problem.  That and camera and easier to avoid."

St. V frowns when the visitor passes fail to open the door.  "I was really hoping that would work.  I'll still take a pass though.  At least we will look more at home."  He shifts the weight of the goat on his shoulders and holds out a hand for a pass.  Then he turns toward the stairwell and starts the long monotonous journey upward.  "If anyone feels like they're going to pass out, let me know and I'll carry you."  Then after only going up a few steps he pauses and adds, "On second thought, if a few flights of stairs end up being too much for you, maybe you should have stayed home."  Then he continues up the stairs, giving everyone a real good view of his mini skirt.

"Damn, i was looking forward for a chance to ride the troll."

Firefox considered taking the troll up on his offer, but wasn't sure being nose to butt with a goat was her idea of a team building exercise.  On the other hand, a single flight was enough to convince her that some sort of a change of plan was necessary.  Bending over, she unzipped the boots and flung them over her shoulder, amazed that her toes weren't yet bleeding.

Okay, I need to stop rolling, because all of my bad guys are getting 13s and 14s.

Four brave professional err... creative? shadowrunners and their goat hike it up the steps until you come to the 13th floor of the U-Luv-It office building. The door is locked and still unresponsive to your cards, but Snow of course is a whiz and ... door is jammed. No helping it, definitely jammed. And these fire doors are well reinforced. It would take a troll in a miniskirt and sequined bra to get this thing open.

Carver will assist the troll in miniskirt and sequined bra after he has finished trying to take a gander up StV's skirt.

"Finally, I get to use one of my preferred skill sets.  Here, someone hold my purse."  He tosses Snow his purse. "And my goat."  He tosses Firefox his goat.  "Now watch the magic happen."  He then limbers up his cyber-enhanced synthetic muscles, backs up into a crouch, exhales, and rams into the door with his shoulder full force.

09:27, Fri 16 May 2014: St. Velveteen rolled 3 successes using 6d6 with the Shadowrun system with a target of 4 ((1,4,2,1,5,(6+1)7)).

It takes the troll a few good hits before the door flies off its hinges. The troll, followed by the goat and the transvestite dwarf, tumble out into the hallway. A pair of elves coming the down the hall in evening wear pause, "we'll just take the elevator." They turn and head back the way they came.

The hallway has dimmed lights, a nice, patterned carpet and mauve wallpaper. You do spot a security camera. You seem to be the 1360s. It shouldn't be too far to find Becka's room.

"Remind me to go to the security control room and erase all of the data from tonight. unless anyone can link their decker to the system from here."

actually thats not a bad idea: Boss can we remote link a decker?

Do you have a particular decker in mind?

Saint Velveteen pulls himself up to his feet and brushes himself off, taking a moment to rub his sore shoulder.  He then reapplies his wig which was dangling haphazardly from one of his horns.  "Piece a cake."  After retrieving his purse, St. V fishes out his shock gloves and begins putting them on.  Subtlety was probably not much of an option anymore.  "Room 1213, right?"  The troll looks at the numbers visible then grabs Marilyn's leash and starts leading them toward the smaller digits.

It doesn't take long to find the room. The door is currently locked. You can smell the pungent scent of eucalyptus from under the door.

Snow took a deep breath, "Well that will clear your sinuses."

He pulled out his tools and went to work on the lock

08:56, Today: Snow rolled 32 using 7d6, rerolling max with rolls of 4,5,(6+1)7,1,4,4,(6+1)7. mag lock case.
08:56, Today: Snow rolled 25 using 7d6, rerolling max with rolls of 1,1,(6+1)7,4,2,3,(6+1)7. mag lock circuits.

{falsetto with a spanish accent} "Housekeeping, you want fresh towel?"
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Carver begins carrying on loudly in Tagalog while strapping his guns and knives into place, every once in a while interjecting "and so he say" "puta madre!" "No way am I fitting that unless me compras cena first" "be gentle senpai" and "bakka!"
With a grenade out, his tazer plugged into the Smartlink, and his knives in place, Carver takes position off to the side of the door, offering Valentine first breach.

Snow pops the lock and opens the door. It opens about half way before hitting a large, potted fern. Peering into the room, the entryway is stuffed thick with rubber and real plants. The interior of the room is otherwise only barely lit by a few concealed lights.

Reaching the top landing, Firefox pulled her boots back on, giving the troll ample room to bust down the door.  While Snow busied himself with the lock, she focused on summoning up a gaggle of watcher spirits.  Fixing the aura of the drop bear clearly in her mind, she sent them forth into the room.  Find this one and show me where she is

10 force 4 watchers - let me know if you want rolls

Saint Velveteen takes a deep breath before picking Marilyn back up (being careful not to accidentally shock her with his gloves) and holds her gently on his head.  She would be his drop bear barrier and bait. "Hope this doesn't turn out poorly for you girl," he mutters.

St. V squeezes himself through the half open door, using his thermo vision to help augment his normal vision in the dim light. "Hello?  Has Elvis left the building?  I was in the building and heard Becka was in this room, and oh isn't she just adorable?  Huge fan.  Well I know people say drop bears love goats and I had this extra goat with me... so I figured, hey, why not?"

Carver peers around St V to see how big the room is. If possible, he wants to lob the grenade somewhere far enough in that the smoke won't come back out into the hallway.

There's no wind to speak of. The suite seems large, but jammed with cover.

The runners and Marilyn peer through the door. Marilyn gives Velveteen a look--she's not quite sure about this plan. Meanwhile, an army of invisible spirit watchers fly through the runners, searching inside and around them for any drop bears.

The watchers spread out into the suite, "hello? Hello! Is anyone here?""I'm here! Me!""Are you a drop bear? Do you look like a drop bear?""No, it's me! I'm a spirit! Are YOU a drop bear?" They continue to shout and chirp before one flutters back out, "Hello, I found one! I found a drop bear. You should come see him!"

"I'm looking for a She drop bear.  Can you fly to where she is?"

The watcher slowly floats a few inches with an invisible gust as it tries to understand this concept, 'she', then perks up. "Come with me!" With that, it zips back into the room and out of sight.

snow pulls out his taser and sets to keeping watch in the hallway.

Can I tell roughly where it went by tracking it astrally and/or by sensing it through my summoning link?

Yes. It went inside the suite.

So there's no sense of left/right near/close? (won't bother asking high/low as that's pretty much a given . . .)

Reaching out, Firefox retrieved her elemental.  "Go find drop bear and show me where she is"

Forward (into the suite).

Carver sighs, It's going to be one of those days, isn't it?
Nodding V off to the side, he pulls the pin and tosses the grenade to the far side of the room. "Mask time, choke if you got 'em." He smirks, and pulls out his gas mask.

elemental?

The fire elemental appears in a puff of flames. The elemental proceeds into the suite.

Firefox gave the elemental a short period of time to locate the bear while she pulled her respirator out of her purse and fastened it into place.  "Ok, lets go get this thing"

Snow pulled out a cigarette and lit it up blowing smoke into the hallway and a lame attempt to cover up the smell and smoke coming out of the suite.

With the goat on his head, St. V couldn't grab his mask from his purse,  but he takes a couple more steps into the room anyway.  He'll try holding his breath and though it out if he has to.  The troll continues scanning the suite with his thermo vision for their target.

10:20, Fri 06 June 2014: St. Velveteen rolled 1 success using 4d6 with the Shadowrun system with a target of 4 (((6+5)11,2,2,2)).

The team masks up (well, except St. V, who could try to use Marilyn as a face mask if he wanted). Snow takes up the rear, as he has the highest Cool score.

Inside, the group is moving almost by feel alone; the foliage blocks any line of sight, and the smoke obscures everything else. They 'slice the pie', establishing overlapping fields of fire to clear the room. There's an Elvis wig and a sequined white coat stuck on a tree branch, but otherwise nothing of note. The team move son to the next room, with Firefox taking the lead following her elemental.

As you enter, the smoke alarm from the bathroom shrieks, now deafening everyone (who is already blind). The room is stacked high with a couch and entertainment stands, all pushed against one wall to make space for more trees. The wall to your right is floor to ceiling windows, and there are three doors out of the room. The team quickly scans for targets, and a shadowed figure stumbles out of the foliage towards you. He might be shouting something or incanting a spell, but no one can hear a thing over the smoke detector.

With a free hand, Carver snaps out his Supershock. With his Smartlink slotted into place, he slips the crosshairs to center of mass and tosses two supercharged Hi-V darts at the figure.
Quickdraw roll (5,(6+3)9,1,1,1,4) just barely below a crit fail, whew!
Lightning round! (4,(6+6+4)16,5,5,4,5,5,1), 7 successes. Combat Pool held in reserve.
With a snarl, he slides his forearm snap blades out with a "snikt".
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Carver hits the figure. There's a CRACK CRACK and the figure drops hard.

Firefox scans the room. The mask and the smoke make it nearly impossible to see anything, but the elemental is clearly visible, glowing red hot, pointing at a hole in the bushes.

St. Velveteen is gradually shifting from strawberry to grape as he holds his breath. Marilyn is getting wobbly around the knees and giving the most adorable little coughs.

Snow meanwhile realizes this cigarette is stale. Absolutely foul, and not doing anything for him. The life of a shadowrunner is a hard one. The door to the suite is still ajar and smoke is pouring into the hallway. A few people come out of their rooms in various stages of undress and are looking around.

Firefox takes Light stun. St. V is still holding his breath, but will take Serious stun. Marilyn takes Serious stun. Snow takes no stun, because he's chillin' it outside. Carver takes no stun, because he was smart enough to take 'immunity: Neuro-stun VII'.
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Saint Velveteen watches Carver impressively take down the surprise guest.  Then the troll starts to notice a strange tingly feeling even as his head begins to note the lack of oxygen from holding his breath.  "Wait, this isn't just smoke?" St. V manages to ask Carver as the effects of the gas start to take hold.  Well this sucks, he thinks as he crashes to the floor, much like the other figure just did.

Snow looked at his cigarette with a look of disgust before taking another puff and realizing that it just isn’t worth it.  He pulled the cherry off and dropped it onto the carpet and smothered it with his boot before pocketing what was left of the offending cigarette.

As the smoke alarms went off and people started exiting their rooms Snow saw an opportunity.

“Alright folk, this is not a drill.”  He walked up and down the hallway trying to take control of the situation, “Everyone please proceed to the stairwells in a neat and orderly fashion.  Anyone not doing so with be tased and left for the flames.” He stopped barking order and looked at hot little thinking in matching bra and panties standing in the hall.  He pulled out a business card and started handing it to her, “Are you over 18?  Yea, good” he handed her his card, “Call me later, I’d like to buy you dinner but first you need to get out of here safely.”

“Alright people, let’s move”

Over the comms he called to the team, “Alright guys this is a nice distraction, get the mark and we can get out of here with everyone else as they evacuate.  Foxx, when your pet is done with the Mark have it move around and set a few more small fires.  We walk out with everyone else, security wont be able to stop anyone.”

08:40, Today: Snow rolled 24 using 7d6, rerolling max with rolls of 5,2,5,3,4,4,1. Security Etiquette.
Leadership would be default to charisma of 6
Bonus from friendly face
and that roll sucked
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So Firefox can see her elemental on the astral, but can't see Becka's signature on the astral?

Firefox, with all of the distractions going on and the concealment of living plants, plus the shrieking smoke detector and knock-out gas, you're having trouble perceiving anything right now.
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Carver slots another pair of darts onto his tazer, and moves to stand over St V. If any murder teddybears were about to chew on his buddy, Carver was going to have 20 thousand volts to...
wait...
Carver sighs and makes a mental note: if Becka clings to StV's head, drop the tazer and stab. Taze the unconscious troll is no-no. It would screw with their table tennis tournament thursday.

Thursday, so I'm going to move forward with another turn ...

There's a rustle in the bushes and a furry ball launches out from the shadows as though launched from a furry cannon or somesuch. Carver is ready and takes the shot. There's a crack of electricity and a fluffy cuddly bounces harmlessly off of Carver's chest to land on St. V's body. It does appear to be a drop bear, and has been effectively dropped.

OOC: Any reaction to Snow's attempt at crowd control and egress cover?

Firefox squints and woozily points her finger toward the area her elemental appears to be pointing at.  "The target's over . . .".  She spins, her arm attempting to track the bundle of fur until it stops pointing at St. V's chest. . . . there.  She pinwheels her other arm trying to avoid falling over in her way too high heels.

Stabilized, she bends over and attempts to verify whether the teddy bear is, in fact, out.  Finding her astral vision more than a little cloudy, she settles for giving it a poke.

If it's non-responsive, she'll grab it by the arms and attempt to lug it out of the room.  No way she's going to attempt to lug St. V . . .

Carver hands off Marylin's leash to Firefox and tries to pull StV to his feet. (TN 4 STR test, 4 successes)
With a grunt, he hauls the majority of V's weight onto his back and awkwardly drags the troll to safety. When they are no longer in the room, Carver breaks open his medkit to see if he has any doses of Freeze-Foam prepped for casts. If there are, he will spray the foam over her forepaws and mouth (the foam does not inhibit breathing)

St. Velveteen tries to help Carver move him out of the room, but isn't sure if his help is actually providing aid to the dwarf.  His mind feels foggy and he can't seem to keep himself oriented correctly.  Out in the hall, now that the gas isn't so thick, he sits against the wall and tries to regain at least a moderate amount of control over his senses.  He sluggishly reaches up and reapplies his wig that was hanging off of one of his horns, but doesn't really care that it doesn't go back on straight.  "What's a lady gotta do to get some help around here?" he asks nobody.  "Just give me a couple seconds.  I'll be good as new."  Exaggeration of the century.

Carver starts rummaging through his purse satchel, making room for Becka amid the many ramrods. He pockets the few pieces of equipment he had concealed therein, and tosses Snow's borrowed party favor back at him. "Well, ladies, looks like it's time to exit stage right."

Firefox manages to lead the goat (or possibly vice versa) towards the doorway.

Carver is definitely leading St. V out. Despite the human's aid, the troll is wobbling back and forth, stumbling, almost taking you with him.

St. V is very nearly leading Carver out a window. The world is a blur of green and grey and cinereal tufts.

In the hallway, Snow successfully scores digits from the cute lady in the underwear. Everyone seems to be filing out neatly. Then the elevator bings. Out rolls an ork in thigh-length boots, a bright purple afro, and a skirt that looks to have been air-brushed in (much to your chagrin; it ain't the cutest ham you've ever seen). Flanking her is a dwarf in day-glo orange lipstick, a whalespout, and a shirt that says "My Tits Are Down Here", and a troll in leather carrying hand cuffs and a whip. You seem to recall them from the camera footage.

Snow informs her of the fire, et al. She brushes him off, "Oh lordy it's a fire elemental. Ain't nobody got time for dat. I got big money riding on riding on me. Now I already cracked me two security guards. Do I gotta go through you too?"

Carver and crew manage to clear the smoke into the hallway. (Carver can spray his freeze foam if he feels the prostitutes aren't an immediate threat.)

Snow continued to play the role of security guard relying on demeanor and orders to make up for the fairly obvious lack of uniform.  When the other group of transgendered freaks gets onto the floor Snow stands aside and lets them by.   If they are trouble then he is in a position to flank them, if not then he is in a position to help guide the residents off of the floor and use them for cover.

“Hey sweet cheeks, it’s your choking death.”   He does pass the squid shaped ~ehem~ marital aid to the lead to the ork, “You’re going to want to take that with you.”

After the new transvestites (sounds like a band name) pass him he calls on his radio, “We got guests.  Do we have the mark, head for the stairs, use the crowd as cover”

OOC and someone hit St. V with a stim patch.

Carver gently stuffs Becka into the bag and does a quick spray job to secure her in place. (Stealth check to do it covertly, 4,2,3,4,3,5,1,4,5,5. Bonus if my trench coat applies.)
With the package secured, he clasps the top of the bag shut and props Valentine up, leading the poor troll in a drunken ramble down the hall. Carver mutters a "damn, they're good" as they pass the second group of Women Of the Night, and gives the ork a thumbs-up.

Firefox struggles to get out of her boots without toppling over.  If the plan is to use a fire evacuation as cover, she can certainly handle that . . .

She reaches out to her elemental.  Wanna have some fun?  Go fly around various common areas of the floors near this one and make lots of smoke.  Try not to burn too much though.  Avoid anything threatening.

Saint Velveteen stumbles along, still pretty messed up.  At this point he is probably resting more of his weight on the wall than the floor.  "Don't forget Marilyn," he manages to say halfheartedly, not even bothering to look back to see if anyone had heard him.  "That hair is nicccccce," he comments as he nears the orc with the colorful afro that is swirling in his vision.  He flashes a humongous smile her way and readjusts his own hair as it starts to slip again, then continues to stagger toward the steps.  Those would be interesting...

Snow hands over his Mr. Squidy and the prostitute glowers, but the confrontation is disrupted when the rest of the party piles out of the suite. Firefox is now barefoot and wearing a gas mask; St. V is leaning heavily against the wall, hair askew, as Marilyn wobbles out and snuggles with him. Carver immediately turns on his heel, opens his trench as he leans over the body in his duffel, and sprays his foam all over before zipping it up and rejoining the group.

The ork reaches for her hand cuffs, the dwarf for a night stick, the troll pulls her business card. "Why don't you just keep on movin', if you're all done here? Amateurs like you make life tough for the rest of us." The ork shakes her head as you roll out (but the lady troll slips Carver her card).

Firefox's elemental appears in front of her with a flourish, "Wheee!" it flies down the hallway, leaving the carpet burning in its wake.

(At this point, I'm assuming you're making good on your escape. Rolled for Stealth for everyone; everyone passes, oftentimes by quite a wide margin.)

The party follows the group flowing towards the stairs and elevators. An older gentleman is bellyaching to his staffer that the elevator isn't arriving fast enough, and the staffer needs to go downstairs to see what's causing a delay. In fact, most people seem a little confused on how to operate these manual stairs. Still, enough people are flowing out that it's a bit of a jam. Outside, the area around the hotel is jammed with Lone Star and Mitsuhama security cars, as well as fire trucks and fire drones. The sidewalk is littered with broken glass; it seems someone jumped, although there's no sign of a body. As you're going with the flow of the crowd, you all see Firefox's elemental in hand cuffs, being guided into the back of a squad car. Marilyn looks up at St. V for guidance as to where you're going next. Meanwhile, the duffel wiggles a bit, as the bear gradually comes to.

Snow will lead the way, now that they are out of the building he drops the Security guard role because it would just draw attention at this point.  He tries to stay with a large group of half naked and other eccentric guests as they make their way to the getaway vehicle.

snow gets behind the wheel of their car.  Fox and V are to effed up and carver is on Bear Duty.

St. Velveteen makes his way along with the group, leading Marilyn toward their vehicle.  He is still having trouble keeping his balance and all of the noise and lights are disorienting, but he presses on.  When he sees Carver's bag twitch, he isn't sure if it is because of the drop bear or because of the gas, but Saint V tries his best to keep his excessive bulk between the bag and the officers in the vicinity.  Normally he would be making comments as his normal suave, witty, and charismatic self, but right now he just wanted to be out of this place and rest.

So with you guys out safely, where are you regrouping with your loot? Also, how are you getting there? Finally, who is responsible for bringing food?

St. V already bout some "meat" at the butcher shop for just such an occasion! Lets all ride with Snow back to Carver's place and chillax before getting ready to meet the fixer.  St. V is planning to collapse in the back of the vehicle and work off some of that psychedelic gas Carver dosed them with.

I dont remember who but someone had a vehicle.

Snow starts the car and heads away from the scene of the liberation with a brief stop by white Castle for a crave case before heading back to Carver's safe house.

"Right, So now what?"

Firefox moves away from her little party before replacing her boots, taking her time and bending over just a touch more than necessary to ensure the Lonestar goons have something more pleasant to look at than a disheveled tranny troll and a dwarf humping a bag that may or may not be wiggling.  As the officers struggled to shove the elemental into the back of the squad car without lighting the seat on fire (unsuccessful), she casually dismissed it causing both the handcuffs and the officer who had been doing the pushing to fall unceremoniously onto the singed plastic.

Seeing her compatriots successfully make it out of the building and moving rapidly toward their vehicle, she headed to the nearby alley where she'd stowed her bike and set off to follow at a safe distance, keeping an eye open for other tails or anyone who might decide to snatch their prize.

Presume we're headed back to the hideout where we planned things, given that I don't think anyone's shared any alternative addresses?

Carver slings the satchel and moves towards his beloved powder-blue scooter, strikes up the two-stroke motor... strikes up the two-stroke motor... strikes up the two-stroke motor... briefly applies percussive maintenance... strikes up the battered, 80-year-old two-stroke motor, slides one of the authentic "FlowerPower^TM" decals to cover the newest dent, and scoots at a responsible 34kph towards his hideaway.
When he has ridden about 10km from the job site, he pulls into an acceptable alley, doses the koala with a safe amount of tranquilizers (erring on the "groggy" side of unconscious/dead), and clears up some of the extra freeze foam to check Becca for any obvious transmitters. With that out of the way, he more carefully applies the foam to minimize discomfort and "accidental dismemberment" of teammates, seals the bag, and meets up with the party.

I think Castanova had the vehicle.

Saint Velveteen made himself comfortable in the back of Snow's ride.  Which is to say, he was sprawled out like a spilled sack of potatoes.  Potatoes  dressed up in a mini skirt and blonde wig.  Normally he would have helped watch the road, maybe even jack in to the vehicle, but the way his mental state was right now, he probably would have done more harm than good.  He took it easy the whole way back, occasionally mustering up the energy to scratch Marilyn behind the ear.  The poor goat was cuddled up on the floor in a similar state.  "Hope you plan on sharing that crave case.  I think I might be getting the munchies."  Or maybe it was just regular hunger, but he intended for the end result to be the same.

I wonder what transvestite trolls wear as undergarments ...

ANYWAY, great job! Scene closed, 2 karma for everyone. Fantastic!

I think by this point we've all had a peek, but no-one seems to want to talk about it . . .

rule 34, and no i'm not going to go looking for it