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Elf You.

Posted by Papa BearFor group 0
Papa Bear
GM, 5324 posts
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Thu 3 Jul 2014
at 18:24
  • msg #1

Elf You

The group regroups at the Secret Hideout. Everyone is alive and safe, and the bear is in the bag (and by this time, effects of knock-out gas have worn off). Now it's time for the next part of the mission, whatever that was!

(Hint: The next part is to call F and drop off the bear.)
St. Velveteen
player, 117 posts
Fri 4 Jul 2014
at 17:01
  • msg #2

Re: Elf You

By the time St. V got back and changed into his regular clothes, he was feeling much better.  His vest and coat covered all the right parts of him, not to mention the pants.  It wasn't long before he was taking all his gear out of his purse and putting it back in their appropriate places.  He was going to have all of his things along with this time.  He didn't want to meet their fixer, the kitty eater, without being prepared.

He patted his carved cricket-style club and tucked it into his belt.  He carefully inspected his ares predator and placed it in his concealed holster.  And he gave a quick kiss to his upgraded ingram valiant before strapping it to his back.  After strapping on his shock gloves, few types of grenades, and a bag with other assorted equipment, he was ready.

"So is Pants doing the talking, Firefox watching the astral, Carver watching the physical, and me, Saint Velveteen, being the intimidating presence?"  He snacked casually on some slices of salami as he waits for the others to get prepared.
Carver
player, 223 posts
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Sat 5 Jul 2014
at 15:46
  • msg #3

Re: Elf You

Carver arrives on the Scooty-puff-jr trailing a cloud of paper slips. Adverts for the local underground muzac scene, a "save the were-seals" leaflet, two "enhance your bank size and reproductive prowess with these free* seminars" adverts, a few business cards with "private" telecom numbers and "winks" written on the back, a couple dozen "stop driving on the sidewalk" tickets, and three citations for littering.
Pulling into the warehouse, he mutters "and who steals a bike lock & a sandwich, I mean really?" With a grumble and a grouch, he moves into the private rooms to put on some better fitting clothes and replace the crotchless undergarments.
Snow
player, 112 posts
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Sat 5 Jul 2014
at 21:12
  • msg #4

Re: Elf You

Snow nodded.  "Sounds about right V."

He then pulled out a phone and made a call, "Yes sir, the package is all wrapped up and ready for delivery.  I just need to know a time and place."

That call was to the J if that wasn't obvious
Papa Bear
GM, 5326 posts
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Mon 7 Jul 2014
at 17:59
  • msg #5

Re: Elf You

"F" answers the phone. "You got her? Thank god, I thought I was going to have to wait through another mana cycle before hearing back from you. I'm about to leave the city. I've arranged a drop-off point in Tacoma, a building off East K and 62nd street. They're still packing up my truck, so hurry on over. You'll get paid upon delivery."
Snow
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Mon 7 Jul 2014
at 18:09
  • msg #6

Re: Elf You

"Yes sir," Snow said to the phone before disconnecting the line.

"Alright folks, its payday and hopefully not 'remove deniable asset' day.  Kitty eater want us to head over to Tacoma to drop off the package asap.  Clean and lets go. Y'all know your positions so lets go.  East K and 62nd."

Snow went over to Castenova's truck that he left behind when he went off on his bender and fired it up.

"gods this thing is obnoxious."
St. Velveteen
player, 118 posts
Wed 9 Jul 2014
at 15:24
  • msg #7

Re: Elf You

"I call shotgun!" Saint Velveteen runs over to the truck and tries to be all cool and smooth by jumping into the passenger seat through the open window.  He gets up to his hips before the puny human-sized window squeezes him to an abrupt halt.  He flops backward ungracefully and scrapes his horns along the floor.  He hangs there for a moment, dumbfounded by the realization that his undeniably flawless suave demeanor had hit a snag.  "You guys see nothing," he informs them as he struggles to wiggle himself free.  After a few good pushes against the door and a couple of new rage-dents added, St. V rolls out and back to his feet.  He brushes himself off and calmly opens the door, taking a seat inside.  The troll jacks into the truck to monitor maps and vehicle statuses before saying, "Shall we go then?"
Papa Bear
GM, 5327 posts
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Wed 9 Jul 2014
at 19:56
  • msg #8

Re: Elf You

+1 karma to St. V!
Carver
player, 224 posts
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Thu 10 Jul 2014
at 13:38
  • msg #9

Re: Elf You

Properly attired and fully kitted out for all manner of combat, Carver grabs the Becca-bolsa and checks it for any imminent "critter eruption and murder" signs.

Carver hoists his moped in the back of the truck with a "crunch" (never know when you're gonna need the moped), and considers St V's entrance.
After watching the troll mimic the grace of a robin into a window, he figures the best way to defer any embarrassment is to keep to the cowboy routine. So he clambers up one side of the truck, scoots across the hood like a slow moving Duke boy, and climbs down the other side before strapping himself and his charge into the opposite passenger seat.
"Let's punch it off."
Papa Bear
GM, 5328 posts
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Thu 10 Jul 2014
at 15:41
  • msg #10

Re: Elf You

(As a note, I still can't read anything about Carver without picturing your last character, who was a dwarf. Somehow it makes everything funnier.)

The address is easy enough to find. You roll on out. The quaint and picturesque warehouses of Carver's neighborhood give away to run-down old warehouses. Hobos urinate on street corners with no appreciation for property values. You also notice the gang tags change; you leave behind the pink carrot markings from Carver's local gang, the PinKBunneez. Instead, you see hate epithets, and "SPIKES" scrawled across building walls. There are pictures of elf heads placed on pikes. You pass a giant troll, bristling in leather armor, watching your van as you roll by. On his head he's wearing an ear-flap hat, apparently made of an elf's head. As you're passing out of sight he shouts after you, "Spikes rule! Fuck elves!"

(Anyone who has the skill can make a roll to see if you can identify the dominant gang in the area.)

You eventually pull onto 62nd and bump along for a while. At the corner with K a warehouse is open, and three men are hoisting boxes into a truck.
St. Velveteen
player, 119 posts
Fri 11 Jul 2014
at 23:44
  • msg #11

Re: Elf You

Saint Velveteen keeps his finger in his nose and an eye on the streets as they roll on by.  Taking note of the changing gang tags, he scans his memory for any recollection of who's turf this might be this week.  Or which hate group rolled into town, judging by their attitude toward elves...  Naturally he would share any pertinent information with his team before arriving at the Johnson's.

18:38, Today: St. Velveteen rolled 2 successes using 3d6 with the Shadowrun system with a target of 4 with rolls of 4,2,(6+1)7. Street Rumors.  Current gang turfs.
18:37, Today: St. Velveteen rolled 2 successes using 2d6 with the Shadowrun system with a target of 4 with rolls of (6+1)7,(6+1)7. Metahuman History.  Elf hate groups?


When they pull up and see guys loading boxes, St. V can't help but let out a groan.  "He isn't going to ask us to help him move, is he?  I do NOT feel like carrying sofas up flights of stairs today."
Firefox
player, 4131 posts
itty bitty finger
160 foot inferno
Sat 12 Jul 2014
at 04:20
  • msg #12

Re: Elf You

Firefox decides this might be a good place to keep her helmet on.  Playing with the Spikes was not on her list of fun things to do today.  She decreased her follow distance behind the van as close as much as was safe, though she increases the distance again as they approach the warehouse, looking for any location that might provide overwatch.
Papa Bear
GM, 5329 posts
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Sat 12 Jul 2014
at 11:11
  • msg #13

Re: Elf You

OOC: Firefox, I rolled your gang identification for you. Unfortunately, it failed (by SR4 rules, it would be a critical failure!)

However, St. V does successfully recognize them as the Spikes, a very large troll gang (both readings of 'very large' apply here; lots of over-sized members) headed up by a nasty troll named Torgo. They apparently have an issue with elves. Not sure how Firefox's player called that. You been reading the splat books?

Firefox
player, 4132 posts
itty bitty finger
160 foot inferno
Sat 12 Jul 2014
at 17:16
  • msg #14

Re: Elf You

Sixth sense, I guess . . . :>
Snow
player, 114 posts
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Sat 12 Jul 2014
at 17:31
  • msg #15

Re: Elf You

ooc: I think the tags saying 'fuck elves' game it away,  something tells me they aren't talking about some matrix porn site either
Carver
player, 226 posts
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Sun 13 Jul 2014
at 17:16
  • msg #16

Re: Elf You

Nah, that would be the RuddFuckers out of Snohomish.
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