Binder is a paraplegic mage who has a really decked out wheel chair. Smokes is impressed and asks how it works.



GM (as Binder): "Get a wheelchair, they're great for astral combat! You can be moved around easily, it's comfortable, and you can add weapon attachments to it!"

Smokes: "Damn, I gotta get me one of these!"

Smokes has contacted Binder, a paracritter/spirits expert to help her with a little problem. Binder eventually notices Doe.



GM (As Binder): "Based on the datajack, I presume you're not a mage?"

Doe (IC): "No, I have nothing to do with the..."

*Doe moves his hands around in a Johnny Depp-like fashion.*

As a new day dawns, Smokes is pondering what to do about an elemental that's tracking her.



GM: "You have a problem to worry about, don't you?"

Smokes: "Yes I do. I'm in the Gym."

Doe: "In the gym... where you tend to find mages who can help, right?"

GM: "Ha! There's none around."

Smokes decided to poke her head through the wall of a warehouse and was immediately noticed by a large fire elemental. The fire elemental promptly alerts everyone in the building the there's an intruder.



GM: "You watch while everyone's aura in the room lights up as they jump into astral space to look at you."

Smokes: "Oh shit!"

Doe's character was thinking about how Doe is going to spend some money.



Doe (OC): "Doe wants to have a large gem for the pommel of his sword cane."

Smokes (OC): "What are you going to do next, get your sword cane gold encrusted?"

Doe (OC): "Oh, I hadn't though of that yet... good idea! I'll add it to the list."

Smokes (OC): "...Good lord..."

When meeting a very well dressed Johnson, Doe gives an appraising eye over his suit. He rolls and makes a single success.



GM: "You recognize the cut. It's from a shop you went to once. You know, the prices weren't the best, a little cheap for your tastes."

Doe has just come into more money than he's seen in about 3 months. As expected, this causes immediate problems...



GM (OC): "And you raise the price you get back from the fence to.... 30% of the total price. That's 120,00¥"

Doe (OC): "Oh gosh... this is going to be bad, isn't it? I have a willpower of 4, and Doe is feeling pretty ecstatic about having a decent amount of money again. What's my target?"



In the end, it worked out better than expected. Doe only spent 10,000¥ on frivolous stuff before getting back under control. He paid his friends, started a law firm with the accountant he saved, and put Smokes on the payroll as a detective.

Smokes, Doe, and a friend are investigating an accountant's warehouse. While Smokes and her friend are searching rooms, Doe is trying to negotiate with a troll.



GM (as troll): "When you find the guy, he's probably gonna be all like 'Oh it wasn't me!' They tend to be like that until... you know, until you skin them."



Smokes (OC): "This guy's seriously brutal!"



GM (OC): "He didn't make it this far by being cuddly!"

The guy who blew a hole in Smokes' leg stole a bunch of money from the Humanis Policlub. Smokes has decided to drop him off at the Humanis Policlub to let them do some "justice".


GM (As policlub member): "You here to join?"

Smokes: "Oh no... maybe another day. I've got too much going on. You know... all those metahumans walking around, doing whatever it is that they do."

*The Humanis Policlub member nods along sagely. Smokes drops the man off*

GM (OC): "Congratulations, you just condemned a guy to a slow and painful and torturous death!"

Smokes (OC): "Good."

Smokes has cornered the guy who booby trapped his office.



Smokes: "Why the heck would you booby trap your office?"

GM (As guy): "I have a bunch of people after me. Seems like you are too."

Smokes: "But why are they after you??"

GM: "I have a bit of a spending problem..."

Smokes: "Oh, I know someone who you would get along well with."

GM: "You know how it is, you gotta start doing things to keep up with the rent. So I took a little bit from here... and there... and there... Small amounts. No one is going to miss it!"

Smokes: "Yeah... real small amounts... like 200,000¥!"



*OC, Doe's player seems to be feeling called out*

The GM makes a random roll. Smokes sounds quite apprehensive.


Smokes: "Uh oh... he's rolling something."

Doe: "I presume that wasn't rolling for stupidity."

GM: "Actually, that kinda was."

Doe's fixer, Terry, has managed to convince Doe that he needs an Accountant to help manage his money so he can make rent at the end of the month.


GM (As Terry): "It sounds like he might need some help, so you might be able to hire him a little cheaper."
Doe: "That sounds fabulous Terry, thank you! Maybe I can just hire him outright, I've been thinking of starting a business."
GM: "You start a business? What would you be, an ANTI-accountant?"
Doe: "A lawyer, so close enough."

After the session, the players go through their money and decide what they want for equipment or other luxuries. Doe has purchased a top hat and sword cane.


GM: "I have a question about your Matrix avatar. Does he also have a top hat and sword cane?"

Doe: "You know what, he does now."

Smokes: "Oh dear God..."

Doe wants to spend some money on a cane sword despite the fact that he has no edged weapon skill. Smokes thinks this is a terrible idea.


Smokes: "A cane sword can be useful... if you know how to use it!"

Doe: "I do know how to use it, I know how to make myself look fabulous with it!"

*Everyone groans*

Smokes is having a hard time after the Johnson left with some choice words for Smokes.


Smokes "He started it, he got personal! Him.... with his dwarveshness."

GM: "What pissed you off more, the fact that he's a dwarf, or that he got to you?"

Smokes: "Yes"

Smokes, annoyed at having to deal with a dwarf, has taken to interrogating the Johnson after the run.


Smokes: "Based on the file, we know he worked for Yamatetsu, then got pulled to Ares. I know you know him, so what's your relationship to him?"

GM (As Johnson): "I see those detective skills are why they had you as a detective.... I also see why they had you fired."

Smokes: "Listen up, I ask the questions here, you answer them!"

*Mr. Johnson stands up and prepares to leave*

GM (As Johnson): "No, I don't think that's how this works. Good bye."

After giving Smokes a hard time, the following conversation was overheard.


Smokes: "You can kiss my ass!"

Doe: "That's probably not the best thing to say, he might do it."

GM: "Hold on, I'll be right back!"

Smokes pops a soda can open IRL and gets a cut


Smokes (OC): "Ow! That cut me! I think that's a light wound from a soda can."

GM: "Sounds like a critical glitch to me."

Doe and Smokes are heading off to a run location. Doe hops in the truck and prepares to drive off.


Doe: "I jack in and drive off"

GM: "As opposed to jack off and drive in"

Smokes: "I didn't need that image"

GM: "I mean wheels did both"

Smokes: "I didn't need to know that either!"

Smokes has commandeered Tank's car and driven it through a wall into an open warehouse. As she breaks through, she decides that some mimicry of other epic moments are in order.

Smokes: "OH YEAH!!"