Having watched the plant for a day or two, you determine start time seems to be around 8am, at least for the day crew (there are people there around the clock).  Loading yourselves up, you head out to the plant.  Sliding in with the rest of the traffic, you pull into the parking lot and take a space midway.  Many others file along with you, heading off for a day of work.  Scanning around the lot you spy the guard you dosed.  He is heading towards the main gate with the rest of the crowd.  While you can't see details, there does seem to be a small hold before entering...probably a security check or clearance.

In reply to That Which Knows All (msg # 350):

We will take time getting our gear ready to give the guard time to take over his shift...

The parking area begins to empty out as the procession of workers make their way through the entry gate.  Before long, a sense of quiet returns to the lot (as quiet as a plant parking lot gets anyway).  The gate now stands empty save for two guards, neither of which appear to be your initial target.

Kick puts on his shades, which means he’s finished all the lollipops and is ready to get down to business.  He slides his hands into the front pockets of his Levis and bends his knees slightly.

In reply to Kick Woods (msg # 353):

HmmI did not want to wait that long. Intended to try to pass through with the tail end of the workers. I would use some fake business cards as ID...

Ah fair enough, well no reason we can't backtrack a little.

Slowly progressing forward, the line inevitably moves onward till only a few remain to pass through security.  As the two of you approach, it becomes clear that one guard is human, probably a private firm, and the other is most definitely one of them.  Stepping forward, the human guard turns himself into your path...

"Badges please."

In reply to That Which Knows All (msg # 355):

"We are electicians. We were told you had some new wiring that needed to be done."

Flipping through the pages on his clipboard, he turns towards the second guard...

"I'm not seeing anything on the list.  Do you know anything about this?"

He returns to the clipboard once more for a secondary look.

"Who did you say you were with again?"

In reply to That Which Knows All (msg # 357):

She will give the name of a local electrical company she may have had dealings with in the past.

Then she will ask if her associate has more details....fast talk anyone?
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This message was last edited by the player at 22:06, Fri 24 Apr 2020.

OOC: Kick, you can certainly try one of your skills on them, you have at least one that may work.  Also, Natasha, given your extensive background, you may be able to bullshit your way in just with technical jargon and whatnot.  Say an IQ check if you wanted to try.

In reply to That Which Knows All (msg # 359):

Natasha tries to assist Kick with some technobabble, but is not so good at it...

Failed IQ roll by one...

The guards are seemingly unimpressed with Natasha's explanation.  They seem to stick with the old adage of, "if you're not on the list" and are adamant on proper ID.

“I suggest you let us in.  This is a matter of some importance to the Leader.”  He lowers his voice at the end of this last sentence for dramatic effect.

04:32, Today: Kick Woods rolled 5 using 3d6.  Intimidation.  (Succeeded by six!)
This message was last edited by the player at 08:33, Mon 27 Apr 2020.

OOC: Well, we know you don't have my luck with dice!

The human guard seems visibly shaken by your words, his head immediately twisting towards the second guard.  A noticeable stammer in his voice as he speaks.  Cutting him off, the second guard, quiet until now, steps forward...

"Is this about tonight?", his voice sings through the air with sound of a bad robot; clearly not human.

Kick sneers as if to say, Of course it is, stupid!

The guard eyes you cautiously but with a facial expression that bordered on concern.  After a few moments he tells you to wait and proceeds to radio somewhere for an escort.  Several minutes later another uniformed guard appears from one of the buildings.  The two guards converse briefly (the other is also not human) but without hushed tones making it easy to listen.  It would seem the guard believes you are here to repair something for an important event.  With instructions given to your escort, he turns and motions for you to follow him.

The complex itself is not the largest you'd ever seen, but the multitude of buildings, pipes, etc., certainly gave it a labyrinthine fell.  The guard leads you along a path with little rhyme or reason...twists, turns, stairs up, catwalks...before finally throwing open a windowless, metal door and motioning you inward.

"The stage is straight ahead."

OOC: Is there just one guard?

In reply to Kick Woods (msg # 366):

"Instructions were not detailed, and I was told that the details would be given here. So, where is the patient and what are the symptoms?"

"I'm sorry I don't have the details, I was only told to escort the repair team to the stage area.  Shouldn't you guys know why you're here?"

OOC: Yes, currently there is only one guard in sight. 

In reply to That Which Knows All (msg # 368):

"We were given only scant details over the phone. Some security bullshit, which is probably why they have a guard escorting us. Hey, I don't tell you how your company is supposed to run, I just do what the tell me and collect my paycheck. You want me to look over the whole system and find the fault myself? May take some time but we are good for that."

"Ma'am, if I were someone that knew what was happening around here, I wouldn't be the one leading repairmen around.  Something is screwy with the sound is all I know.  The mic stand is right there, I believe there's an access panel just under it.  The sound booth is right up on the top over there.  I really can't explain much more unless you want me to hunt down a manager or supervisor."

In reply to That Which Knows All (msg # 370):

She looks at Kick.

"Screwy with the sound...we can work with that. Johnny be a good lad and get my toolbox out of the truck, will you? I will start up the system to get a better idea. Don't get lost now..."
This message was last edited by the player at 02:06, Tue 05 May 2020.

“What’s THAT?” Kick shouts, and then thumps the guard on the back of the neck, assuming he turns to look.

20:29, Today: Kick Woods rolled 4 using 3d6.  Knock guard out.
This message was last edited by the player at 00:29, Thu 07 May 2020.

Like most people, his gaze immediately turns toward you with a confused expression.

"What exactly, sir?"

OOC: Guess I'll have to try to knock him out without him turning around first.  May I keep that roll (please)?