The group is on their way to meet Nodaryc's contact, a Talismonger. When they arrive, Nodaryc remembers why he doesn't visit the shop very often.

GM: "As you look out the window, you see several rows of garden gnomes"

*Nodaryc shudders*

Nodaryc: "ScheisseGnomen! Why is it always like this? Why the gnomes?"

Strata and Mouse look at him curiously.

Mouse (OC): "Ok, so mouse is semi-aware of the drone. He's operating it kinda subconsciously at the moment. Lemme see..."

*Mouse things for a second*

Mouse (OC): "The drone turns and begins walking towards you"

GM: "Does this require a negotiation roll?"

*Strata rolls his negotiation, gets a 7. Mouse rolls and open test for threshold, gets a 7.*

Mouse (OC): "The drone advances on you, gun not looking at you, but clearly agitated. It's beeping heavily at you. You're pretty sure that it's cussing you out."

Strata (OC): "I hang my head, looking suitably chastised."

Strata wants to lay a trap using some plastic explosive. He's a bit further away from the door and has to improvise.


Strata (OC): "I throw the plastic explosive with detonator to the other side of the doorway."

Mouse (OC): "Wait wait wait, my drone is there."

Strata (OC): "Oh, good point, my character would have seen that, right? I'm going to throw through the doorway."

*Strata rolls his throwing. The GM rolls on the scatter table*

GM: "So... you throw the explosive. As it flies, it moves a little left, landing in front of Mouse's drone."

Strata (OC): "I put the detonator back into my jacket, trying to reassure mouse that I'm not going to blow his drone up."

Mouse, attempting to have a nice quiet meal by himself in the backrooms of a speakeasy themed bar, is approached twice by shadowrunner teams attempting to meet their Johnson for the first time.

Mouse (OC): "So THIS is why you don't eat nice meals alone in Shadowrun..."

Strata is discussing magic with Nodaryc. Nodaryc is trying to figure out just what it is that Strata is talking about.


Strata: "What is it when you look at places when you pass the fuck out?"

Nodaryc: "What?"

Strata: "You look at places when you go to sleep and then tell us about it after?"

Nodaryc: "Do you mean astral projection?"

Strata: "Oh, is that what it's called?"

Nodaryc: "Yes. and just looking is called 'astral perception'"

Strata is currently playing classical music for a crowd at a Universal Brotherhood auction and dinner. While this is happening, Nodaryc and Mouse are attempting to get out of the dinner party with a crate of cyberware and a lady who was panicking about people going missing. Mouse gets an idea.

Mouse: "I need you to play something that will get everyone's attention on you. Something loud that will keep people from hearing anything."

Strata (OC): "The audiences sees me smile broadly. I stand up. Stretch. And then I say."

Strata (IC): "And for an even grander performance! Something that none of you were expecting!"

Strata (OC): "I stand up on the chair and start playing Troll Thrash Metal."

Mouse, who has been very intent on fixing a door, is joined by Nodaryc. Nodaryc is confused as to what is going on, even more so when Mouse says a short phrase in between trying to fix the door and points at a box.

Mouse: "Oh, by the way, it's over there."

Nodaryc: "Uh.. what? What's over there."

Mouse: "The Cyberware we need to get."

Nodaryc looks confused about why Mouse is working on a door when their mission objective is right next to him.

Nodaryc: "Oh... Shall we grab it?"

Mouse: "Sure, sure, in a moment! Let me finish fixing this quick."

Mouse goes off in search of the freezer to see if the Cyberware they're looking for happens to have been stored there. As he does so, the door squeaks.

GM: "Give me a perception check, and then a willpower check. Target 6 for the willpower check."

*Mouse rolls perception, 3 hits. Willpower, fails*

GM: "You open the door... *SQUEAK*... You close the door... *SQEAUK*. This goes on several more times, and you find yourself *REALLY* wanting to fix this. You also notice a crate that matches the shipping manifest that you're hear to grab, it's literally half a meter away.... but that door *REALLY* needs to be fixed..."

Mouse: "Yeah, that's annoying! I immediately head outside to my car to grab my toolkit."

Strata has picked up a lady who fell over unconscious after having her neck gently tapped by a Universal Brotherhood member. He brings her into a bathroom and begins to splash her neck with water. She eventually opens her eyes.

I get up, hands wide, as unthreateningly as possible as a troll...

The team gets into a fight, and the enemy mage casts a spell at the getaway car.

GM: You see a spell begin under your truck and a head poke out of the other vehicle

Mouse: is someone trying to violate my truck in the astral?

Mouse and Strata are preparing to finish off a job. Mouse, hoping to get started soon, checks in.


Mouse: "I can swing by to pick you up, where are you?"

Strata: "I'm at an explosive safehouse, and I just realized how that sounds..."

Mouse: "You DO need a stable environment to make them, so I can see it."

Mouse arrives back in town from a job early in the morning (6am) and calls Strata.

Strata (OC): "Guttural troll screaming ensues"
Strata: "Graawr! Where am am? What am I? What's going on??"

Mouse: "Huh, late night?"

How can you tell when a Troll Thrash Metal artist has had too much to drink?
The music starts to sound better.
(Strata's player sweet-talked the GM into allowing a -1 target modifier while drunk after this)

Mouse has walked up to a table. Before he's even finished introducing himself, the extremely cybered up orc pulls you up onto the table.
GM (as orc): "Little Friend! Come! Regale us with tales!"
Mouse: "I roll with it, but I"m not sure how I feel about uppies, but I'll take it. You know, I think I'm a little offended. Ok, a LOT offoended. But I still roll with it."

Strata is playing some Troll Thrash Metal for an adoring audience. Mouse is relaxing, turned his hearing dampeners on, and is pretending to enjoy the music. Strata finishes playing and looks around for Mouse.
GM: "You see Mouse at the bar, drinking. He's still nodding his head as though he's listening to the music."
Strata: "I shake my head and tap him on the shoulder. I've already finished playing here for the night, and we have another engagement."

Krieger is talking to Sleaze about some decking work that he needs done.

Krieger: "We need this done soon. Are you able to hit the YET and get some passcodes?"

Sleaze: "Yee! I can do that! I'll get them to you Wednesday. Wednesday sound good? Yes. Wednesday sounds good."

Krieger: "Uh, yeah... Wednesday works."

Sleaze: "Anyways, I'm going to head in the back and take a shot of more drugs... the voices are coming back. Later!"

Having just gone through a nervewracking, self-induced flirting session to steal a badge from Lancelot Windtree, Applejack is trying to recover from the feeling of "ick".

Krieger: "We need something to clear our memories about this."

Applejack: "Yeah..."

Krieger: "Let's go see Sleaze!"

Applejack: "What??"

Krieger: "It *will* make you forget, and we do need to talk to him anyways..."

Krieger and Applejack are trying to decide what to do about Lancelot who is currently unconscious on the ground.

Krieger: "I want to steal his sword. Docwagon is on it's way though, so we need to go quick."

Applejack: "Should I stay here? Would it be less suspicious if I tried to help?"

Krieger: "Do you have a good explanation for why he's unconscious with his pants down?"

Applejack: "Uhm.... no."

GM (as biomonitor): "Docwagon inbound, T-3 Minutes".

Krieger: "Never mind that, grab the sword and run!"

Krieger and Applejack have ended up at a dinner party hosted by the Young Elven Technologists. Lancelot Windtree, being extremely obnoxious, makes a memorable entrance. Applejack and Krieger see him as an easy mark. Applejack talks him up for a bit and then decides on a course of action.

Applejack: *Internal monolgue* "I'm going to need an good exfoliating shower after this..."

Applejack takes a deep breath.

Applejack: "Who's going to protect me better than one of our own kind? I did see that upstairs has some rooms, I wouldn't mind seeing more of you..."

Krieger (OC): *Wretching Noises*

Applejack is a little angry that someone pushed an alarm button.

Applejack: "I told him NOT to do that. Explicitly! I shoot him."

*Applejack rolls to shoot, the GM rolls to resist*

GM: "He rolls really well. In any other situation, this would be amazing. He's still dead."