Seattle2041-Log-EnterBilo

Session Start: Sat Jan 12 03:44:02 2008 Session Ident: #shadowrun [03:44] * Logging for #shadowrun started

[03:45] * GM changes topic to '[#S-Run...'Shadowrun: Noir -- Seattle 2041': Prologue - "Enter Bilo" - Session 01] [Game is on, please chat in #S-Run -- thanks!]' [03:45] * GM sets mode: +m

[03:45] <@GM> ok [03:45] <@GM> last time you met the twins [03:46] <@GM> and one of them filletd you [03:46] <@GM> and you woke up in the dr's office with a smartlink installed as a stfu payment [03:47] <@Bilo_Ignatov> ((what twins?)) [03:47] <@Bilo_Ignatov> ((I remember the smartlink bit)) [03:47] <@Bilo_Ignatov> ((but its been so long)) [03:48] <@GM> well, they're a team [03:48] <@GM> but they're called the twins [03:48] <@GM> a couple of organleggers in your village [03:48] <@GM> lemme find this stuff [03:48] <@GM> omfg [03:48] <@GM> wait [03:49] <@GM> i lost the sr:noir folder in my crash [03:49] <@GM> i didn't even think of the log [03:49] <@Bilo_Ignatov> >>:( [03:49] <@Bilo_Ignatov> wasnt I a member of the fire brigade or something? [03:49] <@Bilo_Ignatov> :P [03:50] <@GM> yeah [03:50] <@GM> the 'volunteer' fire brigade, mandatory for all males aged 16 to 35 [03:51] <@GM> lemme find this log [03:51] <@GM> i had to have backed it up [03:51] * @Bilo_Ignatov does a cartwheel as he runs through the third world streets of the Soviet General Public City for Excellence of Mother Russia. [03:53] <@GM> hold thine horses [03:57] * @Bilo_Ignatov lets the horses run loose everywhere! [04:00] <@SR_Dice> omfg [04:00] <@SR_Dice> this is pretty disheartening [04:01] * @Bilo_Ignatov teaches the horses to be carniverous and eat SR_Dice's head! [04:01] <@Bilo_Ignatov> whatever [04:01] <@Bilo_Ignatov> lets start over [04:01] <@Bilo_Ignatov> call it a practice session where I was able to get bilo's character down [04:01] * @Bilo_Ignatov does a cartwheel as he runs through the third world streets of the Soviet General Public City for Excellence of Mother Russia. [04:02] <@GM> no wait [04:02] <@GM> whew [04:02] <@GM> we ran it after an a-team session,r ight? [04:02] <@Bilo_Ignatov> fuck if I know [04:02] <@GM> we ran it after a session of something [04:04] <@Bilo_Ignatov> whatever [04:04] <@Bilo_Ignatov> lets start over [04:04] <@Bilo_Ignatov> call it a practice session where I was able to get bilo's character down [04:04] * @Bilo_Ignatov does a cartwheel as he runs through the third world streets of the Soviet General Public City for Excellence of Mother Russia.

[04:23] * @Bilo_Ignatov scarfs down on a hoagie he swiped from a hospital lunch counter as he wanders the streets in the rain. He sucks the grease off his thumbs and pitches the remainder into a garbage can, which a hobo quickly snatches up and begins to lick the wrapper! [04:26] * @Bilo_Ignatov pulls out a newspaper and looks for a somewhat dry alley to lay low in for awhile until he can get his bearings in the sprawling metropolis.

[04:07] <@GM> no no [04:07] <@GM> we're done in russia [04:07] <@GM> hold on [04:07] <@GM> heh [04:07] <@GM> almost that time... [04:07] <@Bilo_Ignatov> exactly

[04:21] <@GM> *** GAME ON!** *

[04:26] <@GM> * Bilo Ignatov files off of Sorosub Airlines Flight 129 -- non-stop from D.C. Int'l to Sea-Tac -- with the rest of the East Coast's metahuman refuse. The black-skinned ork in front of you is dressed in traditonal Jamaican garb from the relatively new Carribean League region. His dredlocks are extremely long, and sway with their own accord, occasionally brushing past your nose, leaving you with the scent of petuli and marijuana on your upper lip. * [04:27] <@GM> * Sea-Tac International Airport. Concourse B. Gate 69-C. * [04:28] <@GM> * Tacoma, Seattle. UCAS. * [04:28] <@GM> * Wednesday, March 13, 2041. * [04:29] * @Bilo_Ignatov exits the plane, trying to keep away from the powerful odor, waiting until the ork walks forward several feet before proceeding after him in the queue [04:31] * @Bilo_Ignatov waits impatiently, poking his head out to glance ahead at the line in front of him. [04:31] <@GM> * You allow a small family to pass you, putting some distance between yourself and the enlightened ork. Following the signs to your baggage claim, you find yourself again standing in line, as an automated floor strips brings everyone down the massive expanse of the temrinal's interior. The holoscreen in the corner of the terminal flashes a bright red, drawing not only your attention, but everyone else's as well. * [04:31] <@GM> * 'BREAKING NEWS!'* [04:32] * @Bilo_Ignatov frowns, half-watching the news as he tries to make sure the line keeps moving. [04:36] <@GM> * 10:47am, PST. * [04:36] * @Bilo_Ignatov furrows his brow. [04:38] <@GM> * The image on the screen breaks into a static, replaced by a stream of garbled colors and loud static. Collectively, the terminal sighs as one, and the complaints begin. * [04:40] <@GM> * The screen goes blank, and is then graced with a rough-looking young man behind a desk. His spikey hair is gelled solid as a rock, and colored lime green, as are the accents to his slimline wraparound mirrorshades. A pike pierces the bridge of his nose, and he wears a shit-eating grin about a foot too long on the large display. * [04:42] <@GM> * Around his neck are a few slinky Glowstik(tm) necklaces, and he looks around, as if seeking someone else in the room from whatever shitty broadcast point he might be transmitting from. * [04:42] * @Bilo_Ignatov sneers at the man's clearly distasteful appearance, and nudges the person ahead of him to keep up so he can grab his luggage. [04:42] <@GM> * For the first time, he speaks... * [04:42] <@GM> * "Uhh, is this thing on?" * [04:44] <@GM> * The man laughs to himself, and looks to his left. "Really? Oh..Shit.. " He clears his throat. "Breaking News comin' at you LIVE and to the minute from KSAF -- Piracy Network of the People!" He pauses, inciting gravitas of Shatner-esque proportions. * [04:46] * @Bilo_Ignatov watches with bemused curiosity, more excited by the hightened technology than the broadcast itself. [04:47] <@GM> * "Minutes ago, EuroAir Flight 329 was destroyed over the Atlantic Ocean. While our earliest reports are extrmemly varied and our sources widespread, we have determined that a _dragon_ is responsible for the wholesale slaughter that took place in the skies today. There are, sadly, no survivors." * [04:52] <@GM> * "One of our more interesting sources says that apparently a magician was on board the plane at the time of the attack, and was able to deter the beast for several minutes. As outlandish as that sounds, we're told this information...was gleamed... from a Flight recording to Atlanta, intercepted by pirate networks. We'll bring you more on this breaking story as new news becomes available." * [04:57] <@GM> * The guy grins again, obviously eating this shit up, knowing the hacked broadcast will make headlines -- along with the distaster story -- in minutes. "Again, that was Flight 329...From London to Atlanta...Destroyed by a dragon over the Atlantic Ocean while a lone, brave magician fought to defend its passengers. There are...no survivors." His voice, having taken on a more sombre tone, returns to its former excited urgency. "Remember, folks, you heard it first from KSAF! Live and to the Minute!" He raises the power fist. "As always....Live Long, Be Strong, and Fight the Power....This is J.C. Derton reporting." * [05:00] <@GM> * The image on the holoscreen breaks up into static, once again assaulting your ears with a loud hissing. It drops back to its parent network once again, catching the WNN reporter mid report about a hacker attack on their network. They also interject the news that EuroAir Flight 329 was destroyed over the Atlantic Ocean. No other facts are yet in. * [05:02] * @Bilo_Ignatov asks the person behind him whether he heard right, and realizes the report said London! He considers briefly to invest in cyberears. [05:03] <@GM> * The middle-aged white gentleman looks down disapprovingly at you. "Yes, that's what he said." * [05:04] <@Bilo_Ignatov> "Yes. I not hear so good." [05:05] <@GM> * Bilo, as you pass a restaurant on the automated lift, a woman screams at a bank of trideo screens and falls over, sobbing loudly. A few other restaurant-goers move to her side -- the news obviously has had an effect on her, be it personally jarring or otherwise. * [05:06] * @Bilo_Ignatov shakes his head, disapproving of a culture that is so unaccostemed to death and grief. [05:07] <@GM> * You eventually make it to your baggage claim area, exiting the lift and walking of your own accord through another few cooridors. Soon the news of the disaster is on every trideo you pass, and the reports are starting to confirm that it was likely a dragon that was responsible for the attack. * [05:08] <@GM> * Score one for KSAF, it seems. * [05:08] * @Bilo_Ignatov looks around the area and weighs his chances of picking up an extra bag of someone elses belongings without getting caught. [05:08] <@GM> * The crowd is distracted enough that you may be able to get away with it... Roll perception. *

[05:10] <@Bilo_Ignatov> !dice 4 [05:10] <@SR_Dice> Bilo_Ignatov rolled -+ 4 1 5 8 +- Succes -> 0

[05:12] <@GM> * You think you could get away with it, as the crowd is quite distracted by the breaking news, carrying on buzzing conversations amongst themselves and determinedly watching the many readily-visible trideo monitors lining the terminal. You also notice a young street urchin in an oversized hat and a big gold chain getting the same idea. He slips between two businessmen and plucks up both men's briefcases, ducking off into the crowd. * [05:14] * @Bilo_Ignatov looks towards a security agent and points him out! Then uses thier distracted attention to take a less obvious suitcase. [05:16] * @Bilo_Ignatov makes sure that he grabs his own bag at the same time so that he doesnt have to wait around for it [05:16] <@GM> * The security agents aren't watching the bags or you, currently, and are busy watching the idiot box -- hanging on every rehashed word. You would have to call attention to yourself through verbal yelling, and still may if you so desire. * [05:17] * @Bilo_Ignatov decides that if thier so oblivious that the urchen got away with it, it should work for him too. [05:17] <@GM> * This, being the main reason you could get away with the theft in the first place. * [05:17] * @Bilo_Ignatov grabs his bag and another nearby and wanders out to a taxi. [05:17] <@GM> * Stealth. *

[05:19] <@Bilo_Ignatov> !dice 3 [05:19] <@SR_Dice> Bilo_Ignatov rolled -+ 14 1 7 +- Succes -> 0

[05:22] <@GM> * You snatch up your chealy-sewn nylon 'Adidass' bag and another smaller black leather bag, and head for the terminal doors. You don't think you were spotted, and are pretty sure you're in the clear by the time you hit the pavement. The sun is out and shining brightly -- which is uncharacteristic of the City/State, you learn -- while eavesdropping on a rich-looking couple in designer Tres Chic clothing with matching luggage as they chattily slip into a taxi. * [05:25] * @Bilo_Ignatov tries to race them and jump into the cab as they open the door. He gives them a dirty look if they get in his way. [05:26] <@GM> * "Where to, buddy?" asks the cabbie. * [05:26] * @Bilo_Ignatov pulls a slip of paper out of his coat pocket and rambles off the address to his brothers place that he got [05:27] <@GM> * "Hey, that's our bags in the trunk!!" scream the couple as the cabbie pulls away from the curb. He's an ork, with an old fashioned chauffer's hat on his head and a white dress shirt and black bowtie, wearing a suitcoat about three sizes too small for his frame -- the buttons strained to conceal his chest. * [05:28] * @Bilo_Ignatov grins at all the booty he has acquired and paws casually through the black bag that he stole in the back seat. [05:32] <@GM> * The black doctor's bag opens when you release the snap. Inside you find a first aide kit, sealed in plastic. A grapefruit. Two cans of Budweiser. Three hotel-sized bottles of cheap liquor. A small baggie of white powder. A small baggie of unmarked but obviously black market Simsense chips. And a small parcel wrapped in brown paper and tied with a string. * [05:32] <@GM> * There is also a large Buck knife inside. * [05:33] * @Bilo_Ignatov frowns, hoping he hasn't gotten himself in trouble with some dark agents, and transports everything from the black bag to his suitcase. He then unrolls the window and caughs casually as he tosses the black bag out. [05:35] <@GM> * The cabbie eyes you as you toss the bag out. "You know I ain't payin' de' fine fer'dat," he says casually. * [05:36] <@Bilo_Ignatov> "Yeah yeah." [05:38] <@GM> * He shrugs, and asks for the address again. "Sorry, but it's hard te' unner'stand ye' wit' 'dat accent'n all. Whur you from, anyways?" * [05:39] <@Bilo_Ignatov> "I from Russia. Great republic of people's city for general excellence of the mother land." [05:41] * @Bilo_Ignatov repeats the address. [05:42] <@GM> * "Nicoli? Is'sat yer' name?" * [05:43] * @Bilo_Ignatov remains silent for a moment. "Is someone I know. Why do you ask?" [05:44] <@GM> * "You said it right there before the address." * [05:45] <@GM> * "My name's Pete," he smiles. "Good ta' meet you, NoName." * [05:46] * @Bilo_Ignatov frowns, not remembering having given a name. "I Bilo." [05:48] <@GM> * "Bilo, eh? Yeah, yer def'nately Russian," he chuckles. "Don' worry, boss...I'll have you ther' in'no time." * [05:52] <@GM> * "Dis' yer' first time in Seattle?" Pete asks, regarding you through the rearview mirror. * [05:55] * @Bilo_Ignatov nods [05:57] <@GM> * Through the glass of the taxi's window, you get you first glimpse of the Seattle Space Needle. Pete goes on to explain that it's been newly resurrected atop that skyscraper, and that you're now apparently in some place called 'Down Town'. Down Town has many shops, and the sidewalks are literally packed with throngs of metahumans in all shapes and sizes. Many carry umbrellas, most of them clear plastic; and some with neon tubing for the handle. Others hide their faces with breather masks, which vary from utilitarian no-nonsense facecones, to flashy designer models with airbrushed designs, scultped fabrications, and full-face covers. * [06:00] <@GM> * Ground traffic is heavy, and Pete explains that it always gets this way close to lunch time -- especially in Down Town. You have also seen no less than 3 different non-jetliner aircraft in the skies since you left the airport. You recall how the weekly supply chopper to your village is still louded like the second coming back home. * [06:02] <@GM> * "Speakin' o' lunch, you hungry, Mis'ser Bilo?" * [06:04] * @Bilo_Ignatov wonders where this conversation is going. "Not really." [06:08] <@GM> * Pete shrugs, and continues to drive. He keeps telling you about different landmarks, and swings you by a truly breathtaking sight -- one completed base wall of the Renraku Arcology. You've never imagined a structure so large, but here you are, driving past one. Pete explains that it began construction last year, and that they haven't even completed the base of the structure yet. It's rumored, he says, that they're not only building above ground, but also deep in the earth as well. * [06:09] <@GM> * "Leastwise, tha's the only thing 'dat makes any sense ta' me, anyways." * [06:10] <@Bilo_Ignatov> "I not paying for the scenic route." [06:11] <@GM> * He scowls at you in the mirror. "Jeez, relax, chum'ner. I's jus' showin' you 'round a bit. Ain't nuthin' on yer' fare fer it." * [06:13] * @Bilo_Ignatov nods "Good." [06:13] <@GM> * Being somewhat adept at reading people, you think you may have genuinely hurt his feelings. He drives you directly toward the Sound, to the warehouse district, but you don't learn any of this because he doesn't tell you another word about your new surroundings. Eventually, he stops outside a rundown-looking white plasticrete squat of a building. * [06:13] <@GM> * He puts the car into park and pops the trunk. * [06:14] <@GM> * "Fifty cred, pal," he says. The meter behind him reads 87.50¥ * [06:15] * @Bilo_Ignatov grumbles thinking that its too expensive, but does not raise a complaint, and hands him 51 nuyen. [06:18] <@GM> * He laughs at something, and hands you back a single nuyen scrip with a business card on it. "Whatever, chum. Jus' make sure you get the bags outta the trunk when you leave. I don't like them slags anymore'n tha' nex' guy, but if'n they got my cab numah an' them bags is still here, tha's my job -- y'know?" * [06:19] <@GM> * The card is for the Dixie Cab service, and has his name, 'Pete Weller', in the corner. On the back, written in ballpoint, is an LTG. "Thas' my private num'mer on'na back 'der. You need a driver 'r anything, jus' gimme a call." * [06:20] * @Bilo_Ignatov nods. "Thank you." and hands him the dollar back. He then climbs out with his bag and takes whatever luggage is in the back of the taxi and sets it on the curb. [06:21] * @Bilo_Ignatov also pockets the business card. [06:23] <@GM> * You retrieve a hot pink vinyl suitcase that is quite heavy, and a blue silk suit-carrier. * [06:24] <@GM> * Pete pulls off the curb in his Dixie Cab, honking twice before merging. You are left alone on the sidewalk, only knowing that the last place you were was Down Town. * [06:25] * @Bilo_Ignatov asks a passerby where to find the address. [06:27] <@GM> * You try asking a few people, and they avoid you at all costs. One couple crosses the street instead of answering, and another man jumps back and says, "No money! No Money..." before jogging off, frightened. You know how to read a street sign, and discern that this is the right address. * [06:27] * @Bilo_Ignatov attempts to carry all three pieces of luggage at once and drag them towards the house. Session Close: Sat Jan 12 06:48:38 2008

Session Start: Thu Jan 24 20:08:53 2008 Session Ident: #shadowrun [20:08] * Logging for #shadowrun started

[20:10] * GM` changes topic to '['Shadowrun: Noir -- Seattle 2041': Prologue -- "Enter: Bilo" -- Session 02] [This is ONLY a gaming channel! Please /join #S-Run for Chat! Thanks!]' [20:10] * GM` sets mode: +m

[20:10] * @Bilo_Ignatov is a well groomed somewhat stocky dwarf standing just over 4 feet tall. He appears to be of East-European descent and speaks with a heavy accent. His hair is in a short ponytail beneath a floppy grey hat and has a chipjack in his left temple. Unlike most dwarves he has recently shaved. He wears a well tailored charcoal colored suit under a heavy wool overcoat. He seems extremely confident and secure in his manner. [20:12] * @Bilo_Ignatov drags his newly acquired luggage, as well as his origional suitcase up to the door of his Brother's house. [20:15] <@GM`> * Bilo, you stand outside the squatty gas station with peeling white paint, your own luggage and stolen goods surrounding you in a cluttered pile. The tail lights of Pete's Dixie Cab dissapear into the dense clutter of lunch-hour traffic. The area is quite low-rent in comparison to the majority of 'Down Town' that you caught a glimpse of. Picking up all the bags, somewhat awkwardly, you approach the white building -- believing it to be your brother's address. * [20:16] * @Bilo_Ignatov steps over a homeless man passed out on the stairway to the building, then looks quizically at a piece of paper from his pocket. He then punches the button to ring his brother up and tell him he's arrived! [20:18] <@GM`> * There is a grey callbox beside the front door. You punch the button and wait. There is no response. After about a minute, the clerk staring at you from behind his rusty countertop inside the shop walks over and opens the door. Little bells jingle as he does so. * [20:18] <@GM`> * The man is human, about 5'8" tall. With red hair and a soiled-looking paper hat. * [20:18] * @Bilo_Ignatov pulls on his hat brims to ensure it does not blow off as he struggles with his baggage. "Where is Nicoli. I demand to see him." [20:19] <@GM`> * "Ain't nobody by that name here, chummer. Can I help you?" he asks, regarding your pile of luggage. * [20:20] * @Bilo_Ignatov shoves one of the stolen suitcases at him and wanders inside. "Where is your electro-nik telephone device? And where is ."" [20:23] <@GM`> * He looks down at the hot pink bag you shove between his feet as you saunter in past him. The inside of the gas station has a single island of convenience products, and a lone refigeration unit with a hastily-constructed and obviously hand made door with a plexiglass front. There is also a rusty counter built into the wall, on which sits the cash register. * [20:23] <@GM`> * The door closes behind you, the man still standing perplexedly in its frame. * [20:24] <@GM`> * "That's this address. Telecom's in the garage." He walks over to a door adjacent to his counter-top and opens it for you. He slips the hot-pink vinyl bag behind his counter. * [20:25] * @Bilo_Ignatov stares at him quizically before grunting in frustration. He grabs the luggage as he waddles over to the phone, picking it up and dialing whatever number Nicoli was last available at. [20:28] <@GM`> * The telecom he points at is a box half-set into the wall of the garage beside the office door. It has no hand unit, only a screen and a numerical pad with half the numbers worn almost completely off. The garage itself could probably fit about 4 automobiles, and there are a couple of grease monkeys working on two such vehicles at this time. * [20:29] * @Bilo_Ignatov shouts to them before he messes with the phone. "Are you knowing a Nicoli Ignatov? He say he live this address." [20:30] <@GM`> * The mechanics look up at you, a few eyebrows raised. They shake their heads and mutter negative-sounding responses. * [20:30] <@GM`> * You punch in the LTG that Nicoli last contacted you from, and get a sharp beep, followed by a computer-generated message advising you that the pre-paid cell phone customer you are calling is not available. * [20:30] <@Bilo_Ignatov> ((How long ago did I last talk to him? I presume it was just before I got on the plane to Seattle)) [20:31] <@GM`> ((it was about a week before that. he always called you, and usually from a different number every time -- if you could even get a caller ID at all)) [20:32] * @Bilo_Ignatov frowns wondering how the fuck Nicoli intends for Bilo to find him. He wanders to a somewhat secluded area and after checking that noone's really paying much attention to him, empties out the pink suitcase into the other ones. [20:33] <@GM`> * You gave the pink bag to the guy manning the cash register and the station office. * [20:33] <@Bilo_Ignatov> ((No, I dragged it back before using the phone. :P)) [20:34] <@GM`> * You now have only your own bag, and the navy blue suit-carrier. * [20:34] <@Bilo_Ignatov> ((Oh, I just said the luggage. I meant all of it)) [20:34] <@GM`> ((yeah, all of it that's still yours. the guy rpesumes you just gave him the bag)) [20:35] <@Bilo_Ignatov> ((to keep? He asked if he could help with my luggage)) [20:35] <@GM`> (("Can i help you" is a generic question)) [20:35] <@GM`> * You walk up to the counter where the red-headed human in the soiled paper hat is rooting through the contents of the vinyl pink bag. * [20:37] * @Bilo_Ignatov yells out "What are you doing in my bags?! Get out of there!" [20:39] <@GM`> * The man looks at you, holding up a white vibrating penis. He blinks at you before dropping it back into the bag and sliding it across the countertop. "Sorry, pal. Thought you were just a cheap tipper." * [20:41] * @Bilo_Ignatov tosses the penis in the garbage can and starts transfering his goods to the other suitcase. [20:43] * @Bilo_Ignatov throws out any makeup, womens clothing, or other stupid crap either, casually dropping them in the convenience store's waste bin. [20:43] <@GM`> * There's a lot of makeup products, some of which spill their contents into your bag. There are also a few 'haute-coiture' periodicals made of real paper, and several pairs of women's shoes. The clerk frowns at you while you empty everything into your duffel bag. * [20:44] * @Bilo_Ignatov holds the shoes up. "You want these?" [20:44] <@GM`> * "No thanks." * [20:44] <@GM`> * You discard the entirety of the pink bag in the trashcan, running out of room and dropping items on the floor beside it. * [20:44] <@GM`> * You now have an empty pink vinyl bag. * [20:45] * @Bilo_Ignatov tries to stuff the bag in with the suit [20:47] * @Bilo_Ignatov hefts his reduced load and wanders back outside, wondering what move to take next. [20:48] * @Bilo_Ignatov makes sure to give Nicoli a good cussing out when he sees him next. [20:52] <@Bilo_Ignatov> "That no good dwarf! I'll give him what for." [20:54] <@Bilo_Ignatov> "He better have a good explanation for all of this." [20:55] * @Bilo_Ignatov looks up the street each way for a building he can lie low at, or possibly check into a room at. [20:57] <@GM`> * The great outdoors is much as you left it. Consolidating the stolen luggage makes carrying the load easier, and you now have little trouble maneuvering with the reduced baggage. Vehicles pass by, as does a fair share of pedestrian traffic. * [20:58] <@GM`> * Nothing catches your eye in terms of lodging, as the area contains a majority of small businesses. A few non-descript structures might be apartments, but you can't be too sure. * [20:59] * @Bilo_Ignatov looks for a coffeeshop or anything with a familiar name that Nicoli might have mentioned in thier previous vidphone communications [21:00] * @Bilo_Ignatov considers hiring a detective to assist him! [21:10] <@GM`> * From down the block, a lone figure shuffles toward you. Your brother, Nicoli, waves frantically with a short, fattened dwarven arm. Apparently, the city life has been good to him, as he's put on quite a bit of weight since leaving your village. His coal black beard is thick and long, ending just above his belly button, and well groomed despite the odd pieces of soy food stuck in it around his lips. * [21:10] <@GM`> * He shuffles toward you on stubby legs, and you can hear him wheezing a bit as he goes, already winded from his brisk pace. * [21:11] <@GM`> * Nicoli's hair is still balding up top, but otherwise long and whispy -- black as midnight -- and the obvious hairplugs covering the front half of his cranium still look disasterous. His nose is wide and fat, redenned by his addiction to whiskey, but it accents his crystal blue eyes in a strange fashion that makes him seem somewhat whimsical. * [21:11] <@GM`> * He's wearing a fine grey suit that looks tailored to someone about 4 sizes smaller than he, with a red business tie and button down shirt with the overstretched fabric straining against the buttons -- threatening to burst. * [21:11] <@GM`> * "BILO!! Bilo, my brother!" he yells boisterously, running up to you and wrapping his fat arms around your body and squeezing you in a tight bear hug. He kisses both your cheeks wetly, and pats your shoulder before hugging you again. * [21:11] * @Bilo_Ignatov is temporarily jostled by the man handling. [21:12] * @Bilo_Ignatov says, "Nicoli, it is very good see you again. You look well." [21:14] <@Bilo_Ignatov> "We should go inside. It is a bit chilly, yes? Where go we?" [21:14] <@GM`> * "Things could be better, my brother, but it is so good to see you here safely." * [21:16] <@GM`> * He steps back and squeezes your shoulders, sizing you up. He pats down your right arm, raising an eyebrow when he follows whatever it is that intrigues him to your right hand. "Bilo, what is this?" he asks, turning your palm over to inspect the fine spiderwebbing of scars. * [21:17] <@Bilo_Ignatov> "Is present I recieve before I leave motherland. Long recovery, but well worth it." [21:18] <@GM`> * "Cybernetics?" * [21:18] * @Bilo_Ignatov nods. [21:18] <@GM`> * He wags his beard disapprovingly. "Gah, I still can't understand what you hope to gain from putting such things into your body." * [21:19] <@Bilo_Ignatov> "You always liked the technologies. I do not know why you draw the line at implants." [21:20] <@GM`> * Nicoli snorts. "I am here and alive, is that not enough?" * [21:21] <@GM`> * "Come, Bilo! Walk with me. My shop is not far from this place. I have food and drink for us there. You must be starving!" * [21:21] * @Bilo_Ignatov walks behind, Nicoli trying to get a feel for the terrain in case he gets lost sometime. [21:21] <@GM`> * He relieves you of the lighter blue suit carrier, and starts down the sidewalk. * [21:22] * @Bilo_Ignatov whispers "Careful with that one." [21:25] <@GM`> * "Why? What is wrong with it?" he asks, holding the bag out at arm's length and slowing his pace. * [21:25] <@Bilo_Ignatov> "It is nothing dangerous. Fear not. I will show you when we arrive." [21:27] <@GM`> * You follow him, avoiding a gaggle of 'ladies' of the human persuasion dressed in see-through plastic. They cat-call after you both, with your brother shaking his head at them. * [21:28] * @Bilo_Ignatov eyes up the whores [21:29] <@GM`> * Your sister is more attractive. at least her beard is fully grown out. These ones barely have stubble, if anything! Bah! * [21:30] <@GM`> * As you cover another block, a thin-looking corporate salaryman approaches the joygirls and starts negotiating. * [21:30] <@GM`> * Together again, the Ignatov brothers hustle through the Seattle streets, en route -- expectantly -- to Nicoli's workshop... *

Session Start: Thu Feb 28 20:27:50 2008 Session Ident: #shadowrun [20:27] * Logging for #shadowrun started

[20:29] * GM changes topic to ''Shadowrun: Noir -- Seattle 2041": Prologue -- "Enter, Bilo" -- Session 03'

[20:31] * @Bilo_Ignatov sings the bilo themesong, which sounds suspiciously like the theme from Night Court. [20:34] <@GM> * Bilo Ignatov, clutching his baggage, shuffles down the sidewalk behind his brother, Nicoli -- having only minutes before been re-united after the better part of 3 years. The pair of dwarves stick out somewhat due to the luggage, as this neighborhood is definitely one of the rougher sorts. Nicloi, however, seems quite comfortable in his surroundings. * [20:35] * @Bilo_Ignatov puts on his tough guy demeanor and correspondingly stops singing the bilo theme song. [20:36] <@Bilo_Ignatov> "So Nicoli, how far to your house, eh?" [20:36] <@GM> "It is not much farther, my brother. We should be there shortly." [20:37] <@Bilo_Ignatov> "Is good." [20:38] <@Bilo_Ignatov> "These big city blocks put strain on my short legs." [21:05] <@GM> * You arrive a low fenceline, only about 4 1/2 feet high. The top, however, is obviously laced with monofilament razorwire. Some of the warning signs posted about are still ledgible, even under the layers of grafitti and other substances that you'd be hard-pressed to call anything but smeared excrement. There is a gate with an electronic maglock, which Nicoli disengages with the swipe of a passkey. * [21:06] * @Bilo_Ignatov nods agreeably. "Nice security." [21:08] <@GM> * The building is only 2 stories tall. A small ork boy, skinny, with a plethora of facial and body warts, sits beside the entrance, watching you both silently. Nicoli ignores the kid and walks through the front door. * [21:10] <@GM> * The interior of the building is much different than you'd have expected, being a renovated coffin motel, it is simply one large expanse of open floor, with apartments on either side. Catwalks lead up to the second story on either end. The walkway itself does not run the full length of the interior. * [21:11] * @Bilo_Ignatov rubs the bottom of his shoes on the concrete as he steps into the building, then takes in the environment. [21:15] * @Bilo_Ignatov continues to follow Nicoli to his room. [21:15] <@GM> * There are a few people meandering about. Carrying on conversations about the latest Urban Brawl season or the weather. You count only about 5 or 6 people total. Most of them are metahumans. * [21:17] * @Bilo_Ignatov sees the metahumans as favorable and welcome. [21:20] <@GM> * Nicoli leads you up one of the steel-mesh stairwells to door 203. He slots his credstick and the lock disengages. Beneath you, a troll ducks through the back door, in from the cold, and lets himself into a nearby room. You've had less experience with his kind than you would like, as the limited resources of your home region can't comfortably accomodate those of his stature -- let alone the booming halfer population which resides there. and their ingrained distaste for anything over double their height and five times their weight. * [21:21] <@GM> * "It is not much, Bilo, but it is home." * [21:23] * @Bilo_Ignatov nods and sets down his and some other people's luggage. "Yes. Yes. I will need to leave things here until I am...settled." [21:25] <@GM> * Your borther's coffin apartment is tall enough for the both of you, the ceiling about 5 feet high. It is obvious where they knocked down walls to connect 3 coffins into one-room flats, and the interior of the place remains unpainted. Thin plastiboard walls seperate his doss from the others, and you hear the rutting sound of a couple going at it rough-style in the next room. * [21:27] <@GM> * It's sparsely furnished, with a sofa bed and a table. He also has a small minifridge with a nuker sitting on top of it. * [21:28] <@GM> * There's a barebones telecom desktop unit sitting on the table, beside a water-damaged cardboard box filled with various electronic compnents. * [21:28] <@Bilo_Ignatov> * "Is very cramped. We need find bigger." [21:29] <@GM> * Nicoli chuckles. "It is nor so bad, Bilo. Wait until you see my workshop!" [21:30] * @Bilo_Ignatov smiles thinking about the high tech gadgets he will be able to get! [21:31] <@GM> * "Sit! Sit! Make yourself comfortable!" He shuffles to the fridge, scratching at his belly and fishing out a couple of soybeers. He cracks them open and hands you one. * [21:31] <@GM> * You're relieved to finally put down your bags. * [21:33] * @Bilo_Ignatov grumbles. "UCAS Swill! Why no Vodka?" [21:36] <@GM> * He laughs, his belly shaking with the effort. "I keep the good stuff at my workshop." He kicks another box of cheap-looking and half-fried components to exagerate his point. * [21:36] <@GM> * "Life is different here, Bilo. You will become used to it soon enough." * [21:37] * @Bilo_Ignatov shrugs. "I hope so. Fitting in is my business." [21:37] <@GM> "How is our mother?" [21:39] <@Bilo_Ignatov> "Shrill. It is good not to hear her voice for awhile." [21:41] <@GM> * He smiles broadly. "Why is it, you think, I do not call so often, eh?" * [21:41] <@GM> "And Mishka?" [21:42] <@Bilo_Ignatov> "Drunk I assume." [21:44] <@GM> * "The twins?" [21:45] <@Bilo_Ignatov> "Deaf and Dumb" [21:46] <@GM> * "The triplets?" * [21:46] <@Bilo_Ignatov> "Siberia." [21:46] <@GM> * "WHAT! Why for, Bilo? What has happened to the babies??" [21:49] <@Bilo_Ignatov> "It is long story, and not so plesent. I tell you after few beers." [21:51] <@GM> * He nods, and takes a few gulps of his soybeer. You notice him eyeing your bags curiously. * [21:52] * @Bilo_Ignatov looks over at them. "Helped myself to a few extra bags at airport. Might be valuable." [21:53] <@GM> ((15 MINUTE WARNING FOR STAGGER & STEELE)) [21:53] * @Bilo_Ignatov goes and picks up the case that isn't his and starts rooting around the items. "3 airline vodkas. Grapefruit. 2 Cans Beer." [21:54] * @Bilo_Ignatov tosses the items on the small table as he lists them off. "Handfull of Beetles. Bag of what appears to be cocaine." [21:55] <@Bilo_Ignatov> "And this package." [21:55] * @Bilo_Ignatov sets the box down carefully [21:55] <@GM> * You lift the small parcel, wrapped in brown paper and tied with a string. * [21:56] <@GM> * Nicoli looks at you with an eyebrow raised. "Did you rob the hopsital, Bilo? How for did you get such a bag?" * [21:57] <@Bilo_Ignatov> "Some suit at airport. Figure he might have classy things. Is where I got suit!" [21:57] * @Bilo_Ignatov points at the blue silk suit carrier. "Figure I sell. Vintage. I likea to make money!" [21:58] <@GM> * He walks over to the suit carrier and unzips it. He begins to handle the three blue suits inside, rubbing the fabric beneath his fingertips and examining the labels. * [21:59] <@Bilo_Ignatov> "Is good?" [22:00] <@GM> * "Mmmmmm... Ya. is good. Tress Chick." [22:00] <@Bilo_Ignatov> "This Tress. She nice girl?" [22:01] <@GM> * He frowns and shows you the tag, which says 'Tres Chic'. * [22:01] <@GM> * "Is the clothing, Bilo." * [22:02] * @Bilo_Ignatov blushes a little. "Oh. I will learn." [22:04] <@GM> * He looks satisfied by the suits, and rezips the carrier. "I will see tomorrow how much we can get for them." He goes over to the trideo and turns it on, muting the volume and setting it to the Global news Network. * [22:06] <@GM> * The vidfeed shows a few nautical vessels, obviously scouring the ocean for more pieces of EuroAir Flight 193. * [22:07] * @Bilo_Ignatov reads the quickly scrolling marquee at the bottom of the screen to learn as much as he can without the volume. [22:05] <@Bilo_Ignatov> "How are operations going here? Is Vory paying you well?" [22:08] <@GM> * "I keep free from Vory control, most of the time. They are still weak here in Seattle -- and in no place to demand service from anyone. Instead, they pay when they need me, and I work when needed." * [22:08] <@GM> * He smiles and takes a swig of beer, finishing off the bottle. "I like it this way. There is much business to be done here. And much nuyen to be made." * [22:09] * @Bilo_Ignatov nods. "This sounds favorable. Perhaps they find me job." [22:10] <@GM> * He shrugs. * [22:10] <@GM> * "All in good time, my brother." * [22:11] <@GM> * He fetches another couple of soybrews from the minifridge, and drops down beside you on the low sofa -- sticking one of the bottles into your other hand even though you haven't finished your first one. * [22:11] <@Xane> ((I feel sad for Bilo!)) [22:12] <@Bilo_Ignatov> ((:`) [22:12] <@Bilo_Ignatov> ((Don't Cry for Bilo. I'm already dead!))

[22:12] <@GM> *** GAME OFF!** *

Session Close: Thu Feb 28 22:14:01 2008