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I've now done everyone's downtime I think. I've certainly looked at it all, if I haven't responded shout at me to do so. If you havent already, can you all bung me the latest copy of your character sheets too, I want to make sure I have everything up to date my end. I think I have, but it doesnt hurt to check.
On to the next run!

About a week has passed since the last run, and you have all been getting up to a variety of japes and jollies, including for some of you a rather fun night out on the town organised by Al.

Sunday morning rolls around, and Al is woken at the crack of dawn by his resident AI squatter setting all the in house music systems to play Wagner at full volume. In what you think might be an attempt to make amends, it makes you a cup of soykaff once it realises you don’t appreciate the music. It carries on making soykaff all morning. At 11am (49 cups later), a courier arrives at your front door with a thick envelope containing 3 RFID chips with “77” printed on them, and a message from Dae.

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Your presence is requested at the 77 this evening, 9pm sharp. Formal attire and one of the enclosed chips will be required for each persons entry.

Al, you know the 77. It’s an ultra-exclusive club in the Renton area, normally used for corporate bigwigs, syndicate bosses and rich people from the entertainment industry. It won’t have an issue with race, but the security means SIN’s are likely to be given a good check over, and weapons/illegal implants could cause a fuss. Active comlinks and the like will be perfectly normal though, a lot of the people there are likely to still be working whilst they eat and socialise. You haven’t actually been in this one, but you know the sort of place, and there are only two reasons to go there: to make an impression on whoever you are meeting or to be seen by the press going in.

GOTIEM!

Al, to AI wrote:I'm not drinking all this coffee man. Shit, this stuff is expensive you know.

I'll get in contact with the rest of the guys.

Al wrote:Looks like we got a job on. Frank, mind if we get together at yours? Probably more secure that way.

If I'm lagging behind on the replies (I'm on a local course for a few days), I'll relay what little info I have once we're assembled.

Chopper wrote:Christ, what time do you call this? And why are you sounding so perky this early on?

Frank, get the coffee on - I'm tired and I've got a throat like a Dwarf's chin.

I'll head on over.

N-zo wrote:So much for 'let it heal for a fortnight'...

I'll be right over.

Jooooose. Look at my downtime and send a reply, so I can update my character sheet!
Once I've got everything sorted I'll hop into GAEM.

Frank wrote:Yeah, I'm cool with that.

N-zo, I got some cream off the doc you might want to try.

Frank then runs another cloth over the spotless armoury, throws a few cans of beer, buzz etc in the fridge and settles back down to his Sunday morning gun show, red apple tucked in the corner of his mouth.

Chopper struts in and points at Frank.

Chopper wrote:
You know that 88% of house fires are caused when people fall asleep in front of the TV with a lit cigarette? Just saying.

You got any bastard coffee in this place?

Leland walks in.

Hey guys. What kind of gun porn is this?

Al turns up, looking a bit wired. He shakes the bag with the RFIDs in.

Al wrote:Morning gents. Looks like only three of us will be going in to the brief this time. Frank, got any coffee?

Frank wrote:Hey Chopper, is the other twelve per cent actually you setting things on fire?

As Al joins them -

Frank wrote:Hi Al, hows things since the day on the range? Coffee for you too huh?

What's with the need for coffee? You babies been sucking on momma caffeine's teats too much?

Grace, make some Joe, seems the boys got a thirst.

In response Frank's helper program kicks off the coffee machine in the corner.

Frank then turns to Leland as he walks in

Frank wrote:'Sup.

It's some new subbies from ess kays personal defence line up. They're generally a bit drek. The new style of 'super machine guns' as a lot of ill informed people are labelling them, extreme rate of fire and recoil compensation generally not up to the job.

No matter, most people want options on pearl inlays and barrel etching, even if they can't hit shit with the damn things. I don't give a vut as long as they sell well.

The more observant types will notice evidence of some fresh surgery on Franks exposed arms and the occasional twitch.

Only three of us? RFIDs? Where the hell is this place where they're going to track us with RIFDs?

Chopper wrote:What the fuck is wrong with your arms, you spazz?

Frank wrote:Had some upgrades put in down at the clinic. They're taking a bit of getting used to.

N-zo wrote:Glad to know I'm not the only one, y'd think with med-tech bein where t is they's find some drekking way to cure surgical wounds qickly...

N-zo sits in a chair, props his feet on the desk and takes out a Caffdrink.

I don't know why you guys get those things. No one is sticking anything under my skin.

N-zo wrote:lets just say for the first few, I didn't have much of a choice.

Cyberware scanner Rating 4 - 2,5,4,3 = 1 hit

So what has frank had done (as long as it's cyberware)

There's no instructions with these RFIDs is there?

Frank wrote:Yeah, the most choice I got in the army was which eye got cut out first.

Wired reflexes and some muscle enhancements to up speed and strength.

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