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:

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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)

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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?"