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Sitting on the far side of the room from the bar was Big Jim. A massive hulk of a being, and despite the warmth of the room, he was wearing a massive long coat that if he was standing would still drag on the ground. Over his head he had a hood drawn, a pair of goggles, and a scarf mostly wrapped around his face, leaving just enough room for him to drink a beer, or smoke if he wanted to.
He saw Johnny roll into the bar, and decided he needed a fresh beer, even though this one was still about half full.
"Hey Johnny," Yelled Big Jim as he throws what remained of his beer at Johnny's hat. "How's it hanging?" after which Jim got up and walked over to the bar.
"Hey give me another beer, think I spilled my last one when johnny came in."
OOC so quick question can I do MD with a thrown object that isn't made of MD material, I don't wanna break the borg.
"Hey, look pal, the trouble you went through to get this shit ain't my problem. I pay according to demand, and right now that demand puts this coke at about 750. Tell you what, though - I like ya'..."
The Rat that Damon is dealing with ruffles through his own pack of bartering goods, hauling out a book-sized device with six ports for standard sized E-Clips and shoving it onto the bar.
"...so how about the 750 creds, plus this personal E-Clip recharger? Technomagic hardware; pulls in juice from any leyline within about 200 miles, brings 6 empty clips to full in 45 minutes to an hour. Probably worth more than 250 creds to some burbite if you don't wanna hang on to it yourself. That's the best offer you'll get outta me."
OOC: You can pawn off your Black Market stuff right now for 750 bones in cold, hard creds + an E-Clip recharger.
"Done deal, fair and square" Deimos says, attempting to snatch the charger and creds away.
As he notices the gigantic figure (Big Jim) grow closer to the bar, he visibly recoils- "Back up, snaggletooth!" he shouts to everyone and no one, clutching his new posessions. His left eye twitches involuntarily.
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rucdocCrazy guy in the cornerClassifiedRegistered Userregular
edited January 2011
Big Jim overhearing the haggling going on while waiting for his beer Smiles to himself.
"Hey Brother if you don't want that charger I'll give you 350 for it."
Deimos cranes his neck to inspect you and speaks somewhat to himself, "Fh, I didn't know its grasp of the American language could be so strong," he begins to speak louder, as to a child, "I doubt you have the psychoflexitive powers to operate such a device," (growing louder and slower), "but feel free to stare at its shiny buttons."
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"Brother all you do is plug in your clips, hit the start button and it charges them, the kids back home use them to help the Supply section keep up with how fast we go through clips. Tell you what I'll buy you a beer, you seem like you might need to relax a bit."
Tossing a few credits on the bar and waves for the drinks to be served.
OOC: Deimos & Big Jim each earn 1 Ask Questions First point!
"What the Hell is that?"
These are point I will be giving out during the game for creative (re: not simply saying, 'lolz. atomize problem w/ plasma cannon') solutions to problems and/or using social roleplay to flesh out your character.
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rucdocCrazy guy in the cornerClassifiedRegistered Userregular
edited January 2011
WOOHOO, and violence while fun, tends to ruin a fun time drinking.
A young man with thick, dark hair in a long coat animatedly haggles with a horned D-Bee in the corner over what looks to be the remnants of a rather thoroughly destroyed coalition hovercycle.
"Look, I can't do anything with a handbrake and a pair of vector flaps. That don't even work, wow. Maybe you should have thought about resale value before you launched those plasma missiles."
The D-bee looks nervously at his companion, obviously concerned at how he found himself in such a poor negotiating position. There was no way this skinny kid could know about that firefight, was there?
As the hapless Borg trundles in on his treads and the first of the drinking implements begin to crash down around the bar, the young man turns with almost superhuman speed, obviously on edge. His hand dips into his coat, resting on his weapon and revealing to those close enough to see a chemical harness. Having recognized the Borg, not even a split second after his initial reaction, the young man droops at the shoulders and relaxes, still shaking from the sudden punch of adrenalin.
His now heightened senses hear another group haggling over an E-Clip charger, and he finds his attention wandering in that direction.
"Tell you what; you find the rest of that bike and we'll talk," he practically shouts over the din as he walks toward the bar, and the other conversation. Sidling up closer to hear the exchange, the young man takes a moment to concentrate, in an attempt to communicate with the E-clip charger. He'd been looking for one of those, as he was pretty sure the makeshift charger he'd rigged up using his jumpbike's power supply was probably already giving him a tumor.
From the far side of the bar, Patty eyed the Adventurers, mercs, D-bees and would be champions through single eye of her triax body armor, trying to find some folks who could make her dreams happen.
It had been two weeks since she'd walked out of Smilin' Petey's (guy's name should have been happy hands for gods sake) garage, figuring that she could make more money by signing on with a decent merc company as a salvage expert and go between with the black market, and in that time she had been spending an irritating amount of time in the town's dives having to either put up with chauvinistic bullshit or listen to people with moronic plans that were only going to get them killed. She wanted a big score but she wasn't going to try and storm chi-town to get it.
Turning her head to look at the young man ((OPTIMUS ZED)) who mentioned the bike problem she begins walking over towards him. "Whats this I hear about you needing parts?"
The woman's sudden appearance startles Joshua from his psionic trance. His head twitches around toward her, almost too quickly. A look of mild nausea flashes across his brown face as he blinks down the artificial hormones.
"Lady, I'm looking for anything that goes fast enough to get me out of here."
With that, he extends his hand as though to shake hers, and smiles amicably.
His demeanor eased by the grackletooth's amity, Deimos muses, "100 copies of Erin Tarn Uncensored and no Dead Boys around. Probably can't even make back what I bought them for. I might have better luck back in Odessa."
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"You can spend 1 point on any roll to add a d20 to that roll (the d20 is added *AFTER* any multipliers)."
His hand still extend to shake, Joshua's head swivels nearly fast enough to blur.
"Who is 'Erin Tarn'? Some kind of holovid starlet?"
Holding his extended hand in place, the young man loops his other hand over with a quick motion, extending it as though in greeting to the strange man pushing porn.
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Turning at the mention of "Juice" Jim looks and the kid and a wicked looking smile crosses his face.
"Juicer, man I've hunted Fury Beetles alone, but you guys are crazy." Jim said chuckling
Then extended his tail and shook the kids hand.
"Nice to meet you kid, names Jimmy Smith, Most people call me Big Jim, the really smart ones call me Slim Jim. A guy call me Big Slim Jim once, but he won't do that again. As to miss Tarn, depending on who you ask, she's either the only person on this planet who seeks the truth, or the biggest dissident and trouble maker to ever walk it's surface."
"Ley lines should be close enough. Feel free to try it out- I don't have an E-Clip on me. If it doesn't work..." he trails off, turning slightly to eye 'The Rat' maliciously.
"Oh, it's one of those. I don't really have a whole lot of experience with techno-magic gear, so I think I'll pass.
I'd rather risk a faulty containment seal than being turned into a frog."
Josh looks the tradesman up and down for a moment.
"You know what I am looking for, though? An Icarus Flight System, or maybe even a SAMAS. Something light, fast and tough. You look like the kind of guy that might have the pull to find something like that."
Patty Shakes the hand of the juicer as she listens to the conversation over some piece of Techno-wizard googawery.
"You should show me your bike sometime. I know a few things about them and how to get them working right."
"As to the device... I personally wouldn't trust it. Putting aside my skepticism in devices that defy basic mechanics theres also the way that every dog boy, Psi-stalker, and god only knows how many demons will be able to sense it a mile away."
Glancing at the grackletooth she says to the big D-bee "Don't suppose those factors would be as much of a concern for you."
"So aside from smut peddling and drinking what brings you boys to town?"
"I imagine the Coalition might be a bit... reluctant about barging in here, whether or not they thought we were using TW machinery. There are a lot of unfriendly guns in this room."
"So, you're a scrap hunter too? Or are you some kind of hardware dealer?"
"I imagine the Coalition might be a bit... reluctant about barging in here, whether or not they thought we were using TW machinery. There are a lot of unfriendly guns in this room."
"So, you're a scrap hunter too? Or are you some kind of hardware dealer?"
"Pfft. Places like this never last, and even if they did I can guarantee that as soon as you left town there'd be enough assholes smelling that thing since it's always on. Like I said: Personal taste, your milage may vary.
Reaching up, she cracks the seals on her helmet and takes it off, shaking her hair lose so that she can see her companions without targetting information coming up on the heads up display.
"Icarus units are in super high demand these days. I had a real beat-up set of wings just last week that went for... well, let's just say it was plenty. I could point you to a likely dealer, but in these parts, you'd better come packing at least half a million credits for anything like that."
He leans a little closer to the Juicer.
"Now, a SAMUS unit, that's a little more in my lea--"
"ARRRRR! I BE LOOKIN' FER' A CREW! WHO HERE BE FEARLESS ENOUGH T' JOIN JOHNNY CLANKSWAGGER AND REAP THE BOUNTY?"
The 'borg's amplified voice smashes through the din without any trouble. When he's finished, nearly the entire establishment shakes with laughter.
The Rat slaps the palm of his hand against his forehead, remarking to nobody in particular, "...Here Johnny goes again,"
There's a soft whirring noise as Deimos plugs the E-Clip into the charger; the clip itself immediately becomes warm to the touch, and a display on the charger seems to indicate it's working correctly. Of course, only time will tell if the clip itself is actually being charged - but the Rat seems unconcerned about the testing of his wares and also seems like he might be a regular vendor here, so it's doubtful he's trying to hoodwink a customer with some junk.
"That's Johnny Clankswagger,"
The Rat points to one of the many posters on the wall depicting the 'Borg,
"Russian-made 'Borg. Nuttier than a Crazy. Thinks he's some kind of notorious pirate, and is always swinging by to try and round-up some fools to go off... to go off..."
The Rat's eyes go wide and his cheeks go pale.
The 'borg had just pulled two enormous briefcases out from under it's cloak, slammed them down on a table and popped them open to reveal row upon row of crisp, high value credits.
"TEN MILLION CREDITS, Y' MANGY MUSKRATS! TEN MILLION CREDITS UP FRONT T' SPLIT BETWEEN THOSE A Y' GOT TH' WITS T' FOLLOW JOHNNY CLANKSWAGGER!"
The Rat vaults over the bar and, alongside perhaps a dozen other patrons, makes a mad dash toward the 'Borg.
The sudden burst of motion from all sides kicks Joshua's biocomp system into high gear. As the near entirety of the bar charges Clankswagger in slow motion, Josh spin-jumps out of the fray and toward the outskirts of the flash mob.
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He saw Johnny roll into the bar, and decided he needed a fresh beer, even though this one was still about half full.
"Hey Johnny," Yelled Big Jim as he throws what remained of his beer at Johnny's hat. "How's it hanging?" after which Jim got up and walked over to the bar.
"Hey give me another beer, think I spilled my last one when johnny came in."
OOC so quick question can I do MD with a thrown object that isn't made of MD material, I don't wanna break the borg.
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"Hey, look pal, the trouble you went through to get this shit ain't my problem. I pay according to demand, and right now that demand puts this coke at about 750. Tell you what, though - I like ya'..."
The Rat that Damon is dealing with ruffles through his own pack of bartering goods, hauling out a book-sized device with six ports for standard sized E-Clips and shoving it onto the bar.
"...so how about the 750 creds, plus this personal E-Clip recharger? Technomagic hardware; pulls in juice from any leyline within about 200 miles, brings 6 empty clips to full in 45 minutes to an hour. Probably worth more than 250 creds to some burbite if you don't wanna hang on to it yourself. That's the best offer you'll get outta me."
OOC: You can pawn off your Black Market stuff right now for 750 bones in cold, hard creds + an E-Clip recharger.
OOC : No, you cannot (well, in certain situations you might be able to, but not via throwing a glass mug / bottle).
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OOC: Yes.
As he notices the gigantic figure (Big Jim) grow closer to the bar, he visibly recoils- "Back up, snaggletooth!" he shouts to everyone and no one, clutching his new posessions. His left eye twitches involuntarily.
"Hey Brother if you don't want that charger I'll give you 350 for it."
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Deimos cranes his neck to inspect you and speaks somewhat to himself, "Fh, I didn't know its grasp of the American language could be so strong," he begins to speak louder, as to a child, "I doubt you have the psychoflexitive powers to operate such a device," (growing louder and slower), "but feel free to stare at its shiny buttons."
Tossing a few credits on the bar and waves for the drinks to be served.
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"What the Hell is that?"
These are point I will be giving out during the game for creative (re: not simply saying, 'lolz. atomize problem w/ plasma cannon') solutions to problems and/or using social roleplay to flesh out your character.
You can spend 1 point on any roll to add a d20 to that roll (the d20 is added *AFTER* any multipliers).
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"Look, I can't do anything with a handbrake and a pair of vector flaps. That don't even work, wow. Maybe you should have thought about resale value before you launched those plasma missiles."
The D-bee looks nervously at his companion, obviously concerned at how he found himself in such a poor negotiating position. There was no way this skinny kid could know about that firefight, was there?
As the hapless Borg trundles in on his treads and the first of the drinking implements begin to crash down around the bar, the young man turns with almost superhuman speed, obviously on edge. His hand dips into his coat, resting on his weapon and revealing to those close enough to see a chemical harness. Having recognized the Borg, not even a split second after his initial reaction, the young man droops at the shoulders and relaxes, still shaking from the sudden punch of adrenalin.
His now heightened senses hear another group haggling over an E-Clip charger, and he finds his attention wandering in that direction.
"Tell you what; you find the rest of that bike and we'll talk," he practically shouts over the din as he walks toward the bar, and the other conversation. Sidling up closer to hear the exchange, the young man takes a moment to concentrate, in an attempt to communicate with the E-clip charger. He'd been looking for one of those, as he was pretty sure the makeshift charger he'd rigged up using his jumpbike's power supply was probably already giving him a tumor.
OOC: Want me to roll telemechanics for this?
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It had been two weeks since she'd walked out of Smilin' Petey's (guy's name should have been happy hands for gods sake) garage, figuring that she could make more money by signing on with a decent merc company as a salvage expert and go between with the black market, and in that time she had been spending an irritating amount of time in the town's dives having to either put up with chauvinistic bullshit or listen to people with moronic plans that were only going to get them killed. She wanted a big score but she wasn't going to try and storm chi-town to get it.
Turning her head to look at the young man ((OPTIMUS ZED)) who mentioned the bike problem she begins walking over towards him. "Whats this I hear about you needing parts?"
"Lady, I'm looking for anything that goes fast enough to get me out of here."
With that, he extends his hand as though to shake hers, and smiles amicably.
They tried to bury us. They didn't know that we were seeds. 2018 Midterms. Get your shit together.
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"You can spend 1 point on any roll to add a d20 to that roll (the d20 is added *AFTER* any multipliers)."
ANY roll?
"Who is 'Erin Tarn'? Some kind of holovid starlet?"
Holding his extended hand in place, the young man loops his other hand over with a quick motion, extending it as though in greeting to the strange man pushing porn.
"I'm Josh, got anything besides movies?"
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They tried to bury us. They didn't know that we were seeds. 2018 Midterms. Get your shit together.
"Juicer, man I've hunted Fury Beetles alone, but you guys are crazy." Jim said chuckling
Then extended his tail and shook the kids hand.
"Nice to meet you kid, names Jimmy Smith, Most people call me Big Jim, the really smart ones call me Slim Jim. A guy call me Big Slim Jim once, but he won't do that again. As to miss Tarn, depending on who you ask, she's either the only person on this planet who seeks the truth, or the biggest dissident and trouble maker to ever walk it's surface."
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He turns back to Josh.
"I don't profess to know how you like it, but you've definitely got juice coming out of every pore."
"Crazy, sure. Mostly just unlucky, though," he replies, nervously rubbing the harness on the back of his neck.
"So is that your E-clip charger?," he asks just a little too enthusiastically
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"I've got a rig that does the same thing, but I'm a little worried about potential... safety issues. Hold on."
Suddenly the young man appears to zone out, looking peaceful in a way that is extremely rare on a juicer.
OOC: I'm using telemechanics to examine the E-Clip charger.
"You sure that thing even works?"
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I'd rather risk a faulty containment seal than being turned into a frog."
Josh looks the tradesman up and down for a moment.
"You know what I am looking for, though? An Icarus Flight System, or maybe even a SAMAS. Something light, fast and tough. You look like the kind of guy that might have the pull to find something like that."
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"This ones only half charged, if you want to give it a test run."
Draining the last of the beer from the bottle he wrapped his tail around it and then hurled it at Johnny. As it smashed home he let out a deep laugh.
"A round for my friends bar keep, on the house if you please."
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Patty Shakes the hand of the juicer as she listens to the conversation over some piece of Techno-wizard googawery.
"You should show me your bike sometime. I know a few things about them and how to get them working right."
"As to the device... I personally wouldn't trust it. Putting aside my skepticism in devices that defy basic mechanics theres also the way that every dog boy, Psi-stalker, and god only knows how many demons will be able to sense it a mile away."
Glancing at the grackletooth she says to the big D-bee "Don't suppose those factors would be as much of a concern for you."
"So aside from smut peddling and drinking what brings you boys to town?"
"So, you're a scrap hunter too? Or are you some kind of hardware dealer?"
They tried to bury us. They didn't know that we were seeds. 2018 Midterms. Get your shit together.
"Pfft. Places like this never last, and even if they did I can guarantee that as soon as you left town there'd be enough assholes smelling that thing since it's always on. Like I said: Personal taste, your milage may vary.
Reaching up, she cracks the seals on her helmet and takes it off, shaking her hair lose so that she can see her companions without targetting information coming up on the heads up display.
Josh glances around the bar nervously, as though scanning for danger.
"So do you have anything that goes nice and fast? I'm looking for something with a pair of wings, preferably."
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"Icarus units are in super high demand these days. I had a real beat-up set of wings just last week that went for... well, let's just say it was plenty. I could point you to a likely dealer, but in these parts, you'd better come packing at least half a million credits for anything like that."
He leans a little closer to the Juicer.
"Now, a SAMUS unit, that's a little more in my lea--"
"ARRRRR! I BE LOOKIN' FER' A CREW! WHO HERE BE FEARLESS ENOUGH T' JOIN JOHNNY CLANKSWAGGER AND REAP THE BOUNTY?"
The 'borg's amplified voice smashes through the din without any trouble. When he's finished, nearly the entire establishment shakes with laughter.
The Rat slaps the palm of his hand against his forehead, remarking to nobody in particular, "...Here Johnny goes again,"
They tried to bury us. They didn't know that we were seeds. 2018 Midterms. Get your shit together.
"Yes, what is the talking can opener up to?"
OOC want to double check the functionality of this magic charger
"If that thing explodes, you're buying me a new jacket."
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"That's Johnny Clankswagger,"
The Rat points to one of the many posters on the wall depicting the 'Borg,
"Russian-made 'Borg. Nuttier than a Crazy. Thinks he's some kind of notorious pirate, and is always swinging by to try and round-up some fools to go off... to go off..."
The Rat's eyes go wide and his cheeks go pale.
The 'borg had just pulled two enormous briefcases out from under it's cloak, slammed them down on a table and popped them open to reveal row upon row of crisp, high value credits.
"TEN MILLION CREDITS, Y' MANGY MUSKRATS! TEN MILLION CREDITS UP FRONT T' SPLIT BETWEEN THOSE A Y' GOT TH' WITS T' FOLLOW JOHNNY CLANKSWAGGER!"
The Rat vaults over the bar and, alongside perhaps a dozen other patrons, makes a mad dash toward the 'Borg.
What in the hell is going on here?
They tried to bury us. They didn't know that we were seeds. 2018 Midterms. Get your shit together.
He turned towards Johnny moved the scarf covering his face smiled real big and lite a cigar.
"And anyone else who thinks they are getting the job can have it, if they can beat me in a fair fight.'"
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