Seattle2041-Logs-RidleysBelieve


 * GM changes topic to '['Shadowrun: Noir -- Seattle 2041': Prologue -- "Ridley's Believe It or Not" -- Session 01] [This is ONLY a gaming channel! Please /join #S-Run for Chat!]'

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 * Scott_Ridley stands 1.8 meters tall and is of average build, with brown eyes graying brown hair and tanned skin. He is wearing a shirt and tie, underneath a battered Trench coat and Fedora which is uses to ward off the Seattle rains. His right arm looks bulkier than his left, ending in a brushed stainless steel hand.
 * Scott_Ridley is doing whatever the GM says he's doing right now, otherwise he is sitting at his desk lamenting how to pay his bills.

 * The sharp buzzing of your telecom's alarm function drags you from a deep, synthahol-induced slumber, Scott Ridley. You're laying face down on your single bare mattress in the back "apartment" of your business office in Redmond, Seattle -- your legs and bare,covered by a thin off-white sheet that sports evidence of several different stains. *  * The pills rattle out of the bottle into your hand, and turn to chalk in your mouth as you chew them without waiting for a drink to wash the aspirin/vicodin/amphetamine cocktail down. The telecom continues to scream at you, singular in its purpose. Wednesday, March 13, 2042, reads the timestamp, which glows a faint baby blue. *  "Shut up! Turn Off!" *slams on the button*  * It goes islent after the first few whacks. The floorboards are cold against the soles of your bare feet, your only garments being your yellow boxers with the big red hearts. *  * From the laundry bin, you fish out a wash rag that doesn't smell too repugnant and soak it under the tap for a few minutes. It's well past 4 in the afternoon, and your voicemail shows a complete lack of messages -- which isn't surprising, considering you haven't worked a case in well over three week's time. *  * You scrub yourself down, and dress for what passes for your work day. *  * Behind your bathroom mirror, you find a half-empty fifth of scotch. *  * Nothing like some hair of the dog to take the edge off of a fresh hangover. The synthetic booze burns its way down your throat, doing more for your headache than the pills ever could. *  "Breakfast o' champions, Ridley....That's what your are.....a champion...well, maybe a chump......"  * Your reflection calls you names. *  * You re-enter your 'bedroom' from the cramped closet of a bathroom, and walk around the partition into your office proper, where you are greeted by your solid desk made from real oak, and your sweat-stained brown leather chair that smells faintly of tobacco and ass crack. The telecom immediately senses you change rooms, and your desktop holoscreen blinks to life, switches to the local NewsNets. *  * It doesn't take a detective to notice that every story currently being broadcast revolves around the same incident... *  * This morning at around 10am, EuroFlight 329 from London to Atlanta was attacked over the Atlantic Ocean by a dragon. While there were no survivors, black box recordings and cell phone calls made during the flight confirm that a magician was able to hold the serpent at bay for several minutes before the plane was overwhelmed. *  * The mystery hero's identity is still unknown, as no passenger on the flight was a registered magic user. The only video they have of the individual is a few grainy images of a human in a dark blue-grey fedora and longcoat, taken from someone's pocket secretary moments before the fusselage of the craft explodes inwards, engulfing him in flame. *  * The image was streamed to an email, which was recovered by the person's family. * <Scott_Ridley> "Huh" <Scott_Ridley> "Not much the great Scott Ridley can do about that one." <GM> * Local pirate network KSAF broke the story, but several news networks are up in arms over this, claiming that the hacked broadcast stole the airwaves only moments before their own reports. A KSAF representative has called these claims, "Straight bulldrek. The big boys are just jealous that they got one-upped by the little guy... POWER TO THE PEOPLE!" * <GM> * The picture is readily available over a variety of channels. You download the image and scrutinize it further. The black humanoid blur with the glowing red hands becomes an even more pixelated black blur with glowing red somethings after you run it through a few filters. * <Scott_Ridley> "Mystery man......Well, mystery dead man.......no money there" <GM> * Not much in the way of money for you, either, your ZuriSal Interglobal Bank account balance reminds you. * <Scott_Ridley> "Okay.....I'm going to close my eyes......count to 10.....and a beautiful woman is going to come through that door asking for my help! Just like in the movies...." <GM> * Your door remains closed. You do notice, however, that some of the locals have AGAIN stolen part of your sign, leaving you with a business called 'Rott Investitions'. * <GM> * The short walk to your local watering hole is uneventful, as is the happenings once inside 'Stinky Sal's Pub & Bikini Bistro'. Your bartender, Earl, has said of the name that once upon a time the owner tried to expand the bar's repetoire to cater to the construction crews that moved into Seattle during the business boom before the Crash of '29 dropped the bottom out on that market. * <GM> * After the smoke settled, business went back to usual, and you've personally never seen a bikini in a several block radius of the establishment -- save on the trideo. * <GM> * Earl nods at you as you enter, and towels his way across the mahogany bartop to meet you. The dimly lit pub smells of stale beer and clove cigarettes, which are being chain smoked by Patty, the leathery-skinned changeling ork barfly who has become a permanent afixture to the place, seated atop the last barstool on the line. * <GM> * Rumor has it that Earl has a thing going with her, but not even you have seen enough evidence to confirm or deny this. * <GM> * Patty smiles and winks at you, blowing a thick cloud of smoke in your direction. Earl picks out a cleaner-looking glass and slides it in front of you. He stands 6'2" tall, and weighs in at a robust 240 pounds or so. His arms are thick and powerful, with forearms the size of ham hocks, and he carries his rotund beer gut around with a slight limp -- due mostly to the botched cyberleg gifted to him by the Army after he lost his real one during the South Afrikan Siege campaign. * <GM> * He shakes his head. "Nothing current-like, Scotty. How's business?" * <Scott_Ridley> "Just Swell....I should reach my goal of living on the streets out of garbage cans in about 30 days....Scotch, neat, please" <GM> * Earl laughs and fills your glass to the brim, not bothering to add ice. "First one's on the house, old friend." He fishes a shot glass from a sinkfull of grey dishwater and pours himself a shot as well. <Scott_Ridley> "Thanks" *sips on the booze slowly* <GM> "You didn't happen to get into any adventures between, oh, about 2 this morning and now, eh? You know I always get a kick out of your shennanigans." * <Scott_Ridley> Scott_Ridley laughs, "That would be something wouldn't it? Scott Ridley, the great "ALMOST" dragon slayer, mystery hero everyone is looking for." <Scott_Ridley> "Kind of unsettling that a person who can kill you by lookin' at you gets on a plane and nobody knows, though..." <GM> * Earl shakes his head. "These are strange times we live in. Can you believe it -- a dragon?? Man...When I was a kid they made movies about that kind of thing...But you always knew they wasn't real, y'know?" He scans the bar's few customers, all of whom are intent on keeping to themselves. His eyes come to rest on Patty, finally, before returning to you. He pitches his towel over his shoulder. "Now...Y'know, you live next door to elves." * <GM> * The taste of synthehol -- not unlike hospital antiseptic -- burns down your throat as the trideo repeats the same facts about the dragon assault for easily the 40th time since you first heard the broadcast a half hour before. An polished ork in a business suit rushes in, carrying a slimline briefcase lined subtly in dimly-glowing green neon. He orders a vodka and tonic on the rocks, and drops a cool 100 spot on the countertop. * <GM> * Earl prepares his drink quickly, and rushes to scrape up the scrip -- his question of change is denied as the goblin downs the glass in three swallows. He nods to you, and winks at Earl before heading back out onto the street in an obvious hurry. * <Scott_Ridley> "That was unusual." <GM> * "What are you talkin' about?? Case got you paranoid or somethin'? Man's just in a hurry," Earl laughs. * <GM> * He slips the bill into the breast pocket of his vest, patting it tenderly with fingers the size of dinner sausages. * <GM> * Out on the street, the ork rushes to the corner, and waits for traffic to pass. He bounces around urgently, and checks his watch several times. He gets a green 'WALK' sign and punches out ahead of the crowd across the roadway, breaking into a steady jog. As he beats feet across the pavement, a dumptruck making a too-late lefthand turn at the end of the light plows into him, reducing the ork instantly to a smear as the heavy vehicle lays down on its horns. * <GM> * Air brakes squeel as the big rig starts to come to a sudden halt, and a crowd gathers. An old woman picks up the briefcase that was loosed from the ork's grasp and heads in the opposite direction with it. * <GM> * You step out the bar as a kid in his mid 20's walks out of a coffee shop across the street. The kid immediately falls into step behind the woman, and you get jostled by a curious troll as you move to cross the street. * <GM> * When you get around the big trogger, you see the old lady standing there, sans briefcase. There is no sign of the youth, either. * <GM> * Slowly, she turns around, and you see the hilt of a silver stiletto jutting from between her sagging breasts. The front of her pink shirt is stained a dark red. She just stands there for a few moments before falling forward onto her face, pushing the blade through the remains of her sternum and giving her a nice humpback. * <GM> * You would have to run across moving, rubbernecking traffic to get to her body. * <GM> * Do you have Athletics? * <Scott_Ridley> ((Yep)) <GM> * You want to pursue? * <Scott_Ridley> ((Sure, that's what Humprhy Bogart would do)) <GM> ((yeesh)) <GM> * Scott, you bolt out into traffic, intent on getting to the old woman as she keels over onto her face... * <Scott_Ridley> ((Hey...what happens if I die in my own damn intro?)) <Nol> ((You get extremely embarrassed)) <GM> yes <GM> that is about right Session Close: Thu Jan 24 22:43:46 2008
 * Scott_Ridley reaches out instinctively for the painkillers and chews on a mouthful then drags himself out of bed.
 * Scott_Ridley crawls and steadies himself on his feet, before giving himself his whore-bath and getting dressed, not even bothering to shave this time around, just checking his pockets for money. "Another day in Paradise"
 * Scott_Ridley takes a swig of the scotch to wash the taste of pills and last night's Krill-rito out of his mouth...then shrugs and takes another swig.
 * Scott_Ridley closes the bottle and tucks it in his jacket.
 * Scott_Ridley flips off his reflection with a metallic finger and heads to his desk to look at his Agenda for the day.
 * Scott_Ridley rubs his eyes and watches the trid
 * Scott_Ridley chuckles at the comment
 * Scott_Ridley tries to get the picture and enlarge and examine it out of curiosity.
 * Scott_Ridley closes his eyes, counts to 10, then opens them.
 * Scott_Ridley grumbles and grabs his revolver out of his desk drawer, along with holster -- loads the weapon -- shoves a handful of extra rounds in his pocket and heads outside to take a stroll to the local bar.
 * Scott_Ridley does put the holster on under his jacket of course.
 * Scott_Ridley nods to Patty, "Hey there, Gorgeous" then looks back to Earl.
 * Scott_Ridley takes a seat at the bar, "Hey Earl, What tickets you got going right now?"
 * Scott_Ridley just sighs and nods, taking a sip of Scotch.
 * Scott_Ridley eyes the Ork
 * Scott_Ridley goes to the door to see where the ork is going.
 * Scott_Ridley just looks back and forth, seeing what the ork might be going to.
 * Scott_Ridley blinks, and heads out of the bar to shadow the woman.
 * Scott_Ridley looks for any signs they might be some type of organized crime group and keeps trying to tail them without being noticed.
 * Disconnected

Session Start: Thu Feb 21 20:00:31 2008 Session Ident: #shadowrun [20:00] * Logging for #shadowrun started

[20:01] * GM changes topic to ''Shadowrun: Noir -- Seattle 2041': Prologue -- "Ridley's Believe It or Not" -- Session 02'

[20:33] <GM> *** ALL PLAYERS WITH WIRED REFLEXES: *** [20:33] <GM> *** ANNOTATE YOUR SHEETS TO INCLUDE: (Obvious Cyberstuds Along Limbs & Torso) *** [20:37] <GM> * Scott, roll Quickness or Athletics. *

[20:44] <Scott_Ridley> !dice 4 [20:44] <GM> Scott_Ridley rolled -+ 4 5 2 1 +- Succes -> 0

[20:44] <GM> * Resistance! *

7[20:45] <Scott_Ridley> !dice 3 [20:45] <GM> Scott_Ridley rolled -+ 4 9 7 +- Succes -> 0

[20:45] <GM> ((Resistance is Body+Cpool.))

[20:46] <Scott_Ridley> !dice 3 [20:46] <GM> Scott_Ridley rolled -+ 5 13 11 +- Succes -> 0

[20:49] <@Bilo_Ignatov> ((what exactly is going on?)) [20:51] <Scott_Ridley> ((i'm probably getting hit by a car)) [20:54] <Scott_Ridley> ((Probably your damn Taxi-cab...asshole!)) [21:07] <GM> Scott see's the old lady go down as he loses track of the guy with the mohawk. Not thinking twice, he rushes out into traffic -- dodging a car which whips past him, blaring its horn and taking advantage of the man run down by the garbage truck. He crosses the lane, stopping short before being hit by a minivan, and takes off immediately after it. * [21:11] <GM> * A sedan, seeing an opening, crosses over into the third lane of traffic and guns the engine. The vehicle speeds up, plowing into Scott Ridley! The PI's body jerks like a ragdoll as it's swept off its feet, spider webbing the windsheild as he bounces off the car and back into the street. The sedan's tires squeel as it brakes hard, skidding to a halt and almost jumping lanes. * [21:12] <GM> * L Wound. * [21:12] <GM> * Your body bumps and rolls along the pavement, and you eventually come to a halt. * [21:12] * Scott_Ridley grumbles and tries to pull himself up and looking around for the old woman. [21:14] <GM> * You see her laying on the sidewalk. Traffic has pretty much come to a complete halt in and around the interjunction of roadways after two people are hit in a matter of moments. * [21:14] * Scott_Ridley heads over to the woman and checks her pulse. [21:17] <GM> * The sedan's driver waits, not sure of what to do as you hop to your feet and cross to the sidewalk -- running up on the old woman's body. She's still warm, but you feel no pulse. Beneath her spreads a widening pool of blood, which stains the soles of your shoes. * [21:19] * Scott_Ridley calls Jack Johnson at Lonestar. [21:20] <Scott_Ridley> ((Detective Contact, used to work with the guy)) [21:46] <GM> * Jack's gruff voice comes online after a few ticks... * [21:46] <GM> "Detective Johnson." * [21:48] <Scott_Ridley> "Jack...it's Scott, there's been probably two Homicides over here near Earl's bar in Redmond. I'm looking at one of the victims that got stabbed over a briefcase by some mohawked punk." [21:51] <GM> "Whoa, easy, Ridley...What's the street address?" You hear rustling in the background, and a change in the noises thereof. * [21:51] <GM> * Roll perception. *

[21:52] <Scott_Ridley> !dice 3 [21:52] <GM> Scott_Ridley rolled -+ 2 11 2 +- Succes -> 0

[21:54] <GM> * As automobile operators begin to complain, some physically stepping from their vehicles, you notice the driver that hit you easing his car up over the median. He's trying to get away down the cleared Southbound lane. * [21:55] <GM> * You also see the entrance to the alleyways the punk likely ducked into. * [21:55] * Scott_Ridley mutters and gives Jack the license number of the van that's fleeing and the address of the nearest building...then heads into the alleyway. [21:57] <GM> * "What was that number? You said a van, right?" * [21:57] <GM> * The sedan is already out of sight. * [21:57] <Scott_Ridley> "Yes a van! *says the number and points the camera on his wrist video phone towards the van" [21:58] * Scott_Ridley looks into the alleyway before he actually goes in of course. [21:58] <GM> ((you were hit by a sedan)) [21:58] <GM> ((lol)) [21:59] <GM> * A nearby van's driver looks at you pointing at him and filming/yelling into your cellphone. He begins to sweat and takes off his hat. * [21:59] <GM> * You get good shots. *

[21:59] <Scott_Ridley> ((I thought you said it was a mini-van....in that case replace van with Sedan)) [21:59] <@Trax`> ((No, he said you avoided getting hit by a mini-van, but then the Sedan hit you.)) [22:00] <GM> ((naw, lol. i think it;'s cool that you're confused. you got hit by a fucking car))

[22:02] <GM> * You enter the alley, which is deceivingly short, ending in an intersection. Roll Stealth or Perception. *

[22:02] <Scott_Ridley> !dice 4 Stealth [22:02] <GM> Scott_Ridley rolled -+ 4 8 4 11 +- Succes -> 0

[22:02] * Scott_Ridley disconnects the wrist phone [22:03] <Scott_Ridley> ((Funny, how I'm getting after a guy for leaving the scene of an accident, while I'm doing the exact same thing) [22:03] <GM> * Spotting some knocked aside garbage, you establish his trail. If you wish to pursue, roll Athletics or Quickness. *

[22:04] <Scott_Ridley> !dice 2 Athletics [22:04] <GM> Scott_Ridley rolled -+ 3 7 +- Succes -> 0

[22:04] <GM> * "Scott, I still got your vid feed. Where the fuck are you going?!" demands Lone Star Detective Jack Johnson. * [22:06] * Scott_Ridley grumbles and makes sure to shut the phone completely off [22:06] <GM> * You hang up. * [22:07] <Scott_Ridley> ((hehehe...just like the movies!)) [22:08] <GM> * You continue on into the Labyrinth of tightly-packed alleys, losing yourself in the concrete hedgemaze in pursuit of this killer. Your lungs burn with effort, and your vision clouds as you find yourself becoming winded and in chest-searing pain. * [22:08] <GM> * Willpower. *

[22:09] <Scott_Ridley> !dice 3 [22:09] <GM> Scott_Ridley rolled -+ 9 3 8 +- Succes -> 0

[22:10] <GM> * Pushing through the pain and consciously controlling your wheezing breaths, you continue on the trail. Give me a stealth roll for tracking. *

[22:11] <Scott_Ridley> !dice 4 [22:11] <GM> Scott_Ridley rolled -+ 8 1 2 7 +- Succes -> 0

[22:14] <GM> * You round a corner and see the mohawked man -- his shirtless chest slick with Seattle rain, grime, and sweat -- duck around a corner down the alley from you. On the ground between the both of you lies the open briefcase, it's green neon trim blinking damaged in places. * [22:15] * Scott_Ridley pulls out his Ruger Superwarhawk, "Freeze you son of a slitch!" [22:16] <GM> * The man ducks out of sight around the corner. * [22:16] <GM> * Perception. *

[22:16] <Scott_Ridley> !dice 3 Perception [22:16] <GM> Scott_Ridley rolled -+ 1 1 2 +- Succes -> 0

[22:17] <GM> * Well? * [22:17] * Scott_Ridley heads around the damn corner cautiously [22:19] <GM> * You move past the briefase, down the alley to the corner, stopping short of the bend. With practiced ease you check around it, seeing only a plume of smoke from a gutter with your turkey-peak. * [22:20] <Scott_Ridley> "The Hell?" [22:21] * Scott_Ridley goes to check the briefcase [22:22] <GM> * You duck around the corner and someone shoots at you from behind the plume of gutter-smoke! Reaction!! *

[22:23] <Scott_Ridley> !dice 3 [22:23] <GM> Scott_Ridley rolled -+ 2 5 1 +- Succes -> 0

[22:23] <GM> * You may roll to dodge. *

[22:24] <Scott_Ridley> !dice 4 [22:24] <GM> Scott_Ridley rolled -+ 4 4 2 1 +- Succes -> 0

[22:27] <GM> * The bullet ricochets off a pipe near your head as you duck in an attempt to avoid being shot. * [22:28] * Scott_Ridley grumbles and tries to shoot back [22:29] <GM> * Roll them. One aimed or two shots? * [22:29] <Scott_Ridley> ((Well, it's a Superwarhawk...so I'll aim since I only get one shot...Aimed does what in SR3 again?)) [22:30] <GM> ((-1 to tn. You can aim, or you can pursue.)) [22:30] <Scott_Ridley> ((I'll aim and shoot))

[22:30] <Scott_Ridley> !dice 3 [22:30] <GM> Scott_Ridley rolled -+ 1 2 3 +- Succes -> 0

[22:30] <GM> * #BLAM# * [22:30] <Scott_Ridley> ((I'd shoot the dice, but I'd probably miss)) [22:31] <GM> * Your muzzle flash lights the narrow pathway as you return fire, unsure if you've hit your target. * [22:32] * Scott_Ridley follows carefully into the path, trying to keep some sort of cover [22:34] <GM> * You push past the smoke, smelling raw sewerage. The path before you is long and dark, with several ways up and over or through and out. It is lined with fire escapes and some makeshift catwalks interconnecting their platforms. * [22:35] <Scott_Ridley> ((I'd pull out my flashlight, but I doubt he carries the large flashligt everywhere he goes)) [22:38] <GM> * Perception. *

[22:38] <Scott_Ridley> !dice3 [22:38] <GM> Scott_Ridley rolled -+ 5 +- Succes -> 0 [22:38] <Scott_Ridley> !dice 3 [22:38] <GM> Scott_Ridley rolled -+ 2 3 5 +- Succes -> 0

[22:44] <GM> * You continue on only for a few minutes before realizing you may have lost track of him. Roll perception once more. *

[22:44] <Scott_Ridley> !dice 3 [22:44] <GM> Scott_Ridley rolled -+ 5 1 4 +- Succes -> 0

[22:45] <GM> * Scott, you're pretty sure you've lost him. Your chest is numb, and cold. What do you want to do? * [22:45] * Scott_Ridley carefully heads back to the briefcase [22:47] <GM> * Roll Perception to re-establish your own trail. * [22:47] <Scott_Ridley> ((joy))

[22:47] <Scott_Ridley> !dice 3 [22:47] <GM> Scott_Ridley rolled -+ 2 2 1 +- Succes -> 0

[22:48] <GM> * Within only about 5 minutes, you wander back around a corner and notice the neon trim of the briefcase. * [22:48] * Scott_Ridley looks around the briefcase for trouble [22:48] <GM> * Beside it is a bedraggled man in rags, with long, matted hair and a thick beard that reaches the middle of his chest. * [22:50] * Scott_Ridley eyes the man and what he's doing with the case [22:50] <GM> * He's just standing there. He notices you looking at him and looks back at you with clear blue eyes beneath a grimey exterior. * [22:52] <Scott_Ridley> "50 Nuyen for the briefcase and whatever was inside it" [22:54] <GM> * He holds out his hand, stained fingernails black and purple peak from beneath fingertipless cloth gloves. * [22:55] * Scott_Ridley gives the man the 50 nuyen [22:56] <GM> * The squatter shuffles back the way he came, stuffing the money into his pocket and taking a pull of synthehol from a flask. He grumbles something about flashy junk and wanders off. You're alone with the case. * [22:57] * Scott_Ridley examines the case [23:00] <GM> * You take a knee beside the case, picking it up and revealing the piles of spilled dataforms and holo readouts. Your balance faulters, and you steady yourself before returning your attentions to the case in your hands. * [23:00] <GM> * Perception. *

[23:00] <Scott_Ridley> !dice 3 [23:00] <GM> Scott_Ridley rolled -+ 2 4 5 +- Succes -> 0

[23:03] <GM> * It's scuffed, and some of the neon trimming is flickering incessantly. Searching inside, you notice the credstick pouch and personal document holder compartments are empty. * [23:04] * Scott_Ridley carefully takes pictures of everything in the briefcase so he can look at it all later [23:04] <GM> ((with your eyes?)) [23:05] <Scott_Ridley> ((Naw...with his micro camcorder)) [23:05] <Scott_Ridley> ((I wish I had cool eyes like that.)) [23:05] <Scott_Ridley> ((But no....I actually have to do everything the old fashioned way....)) [23:06] <GM> * You begin taking datasnaps with your micro-corder. While doing so, you notice another bloody shiv laying beside the case. [23:10] * Scott_Ridley leaves everything more or less the way he found it, and heads back to the accident scene. [23:13] <GM> * You find 2 Lone Star cruisers at the scene, cleaning shit up and controlling the crowd and traffic flow. A third arrives, followed shortly by a fourth. * [23:13] * Scott_Ridley remains in the background and watches. [23:14] <GM> * Your fingers are sticky. * [23:15] * Scott_Ridley looks at his fingers. [23:16] <GM> * The fingers of your left hand have some sticky red substance on them. * [23:16] <Scott_Ridley> ((just the fingers?)) [23:17] <GM> * Yes. * [23:17] * Scott_Ridley silently moves away from the scene to go clean up a bit, putting his left hand in his pocket. [23:19] <GM> * Where to? * [23:19] * Scott_Ridley heads to the bar Restroom! [23:20] <GM> * You slip through the throngs of curious pedestrians, and return to 'Stinky Sal's' to clean up... * [23:20] <GM> ((fade out))


 * Scott_Ridley is now known as Xane
 * @Xane (~nalaniz2@adsl-76-195-133-136.dsl.crchtx.sbcglobal.net) Quit (Quit)

Session Close: Fri Feb 22 02:25:22 2008