Nodaryc is talking to his Talismonger contact about Shaman things (Neither he nor his contact are shamans).

GM (As Edward): "I was trying to figure out what he meant by Eagle. The eagle? An eagle? The platonic ideal of all Eagles?"

Nodaryc: "Yeah, I don't get it either. Do you have his contact information? I need to ask some more questions."

GM (As Edward): "No, I don't. He just came in, bought a garden gnome, left."

Nodaryc: "Gah, gnomes..."

Strata calls his Russian Mafia contact, Ivan, to update him on the job so far.

Strata: "We found that Mary is missing. It looks like she's been conducting Cthluhlu rituals in her basement, and she's apparently killed several people already."

Nodaryc (OC): "I groan and make a motion to indicate that he should hand the phone over to someone who understands magic."

Strata and Nodaryc are examining some little wooden carvings of some Shamanic totems.

Strata: "Hopefully we can't summon spirits with these"

Nodaryc: "With our luck, we'll summon Shub-Niggurath instead."

*Nodaryc thinks back to their initial meet with the Johnson and the intricately carved Cthulhu statue in the center of the bar*

Nodaryc: "Oh, I really hope that isn't a totem as well."

Strata and Nodaryc have finished examining a basement where a lot of magic has been worked, including some sacrificing.

Strata: "Do you have any holy water, decontamination that I can use? I don't want to remember being here."

Nodaryc: "Don't worry, you don't have much Essence. They wouldn't care about you much."

Strata: "Good. I'm glad I don't have any."

Strata (OC): "I leave the bad ju-ju basement area"

Mouse had to step away for a moment and comes back just in time to find out that Strata and Nodaryc are loading some crates into the back of Mouse's truck.

Mouse (OC): "Alright, so I wasn't here for all of that, what are you guys loading into my truck?"

*Nodaryc and Strata at the same time*

Nodaryc (OC): "Drugs!"
Strata (OC): "Novacoke!"

Mouse (OC): "Thank god Wheels isn't here!"

Nodaryc, is talking to Strata, who is holding a garden gnome.


Nodaryc: "What are you doing with that thing?"

Strata: "I was thinking... have you ever wanted to toss a gnome?"

Nodaryc: "Ah yes! I want to see a gnome smash into pieces."

Strata: "Ah, so grenade then..."

Strata (OC): "I start tinkering"

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."