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SprawlGAF | Neo City One is about to E.X.P.L.O.D.E.
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sproutella
Member
Ooh ooh,
Can we talk about where the city is? We know it has docks, but not much else. It's the year 2099 but history can still matter. Do we want to decode on a real world location for Neo City One?
Only idea I have for this is that it is an island City, Hong Kong or Manhattan style
Can we talk about where the city is? We know it has docks, but not much else. It's the year 2099 but history can still matter. Do we want to decode on a real world location for Neo City One?
Only idea I have for this is that it is an island City, Hong Kong or Manhattan style
I really like the style of playing here, with combat being almost incidental, instead of being a good chunk of the game liek with Dungeon World. Cyberpunk is a new sort of setting for me, as well, so figuring out the ins and outs of it is fun.
Maybe to keep from seeming too isolated from one another, we should focus more on constant communication with each other while things are going down, like if we were actually pulling a job together. With me being a sniper, my ideal place is far away from the action anyhow, so I'll definitely try and focus more on communication.
Maybe to keep from seeming too isolated from one another, we should focus more on constant communication with each other while things are going down, like if we were actually pulling a job together. With me being a sniper, my ideal place is far away from the action anyhow, so I'll definitely try and focus more on communication.
sproutella
Member
cyberpunk in general has an asian tilt to it, so I like fully leaning into it.
What degree of out of play world building should we get up to? Example - I think something fun would be coming up with CEO's/owners/public figures for each of the corps, to kind of give each of them more personality. Of course this can be done through play, but I just like the idea of putting a face to each of the corps
CEOs don't have a lot of personality, in general. With that said, we already have a gang with hot dog trucks around town; I wouldn't mind giving such public figures some extravaganza, even if they (and the world) becomes caricatural.
It's fun being intentionally kept in the dark and figuring a way out of a situation, especially in this setting.
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Since the city has the notion of sectors, each one of those could be unique in its own way. Maybe each corporation resides in, or even owns a sector. Like, all corporations agreed to buy this piece of land, each getting a slice of the cake, and to turn it into a technology paradise.
It's fun being intentionally kept in the dark and figuring a way out of a situation, especially in this setting.
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Since the city has the notion of sectors, each one of those could be unique in its own way. Maybe each corporation resides in, or even owns a sector. Like, all corporations agreed to buy this piece of land, each getting a slice of the cake, and to turn it into a technology paradise.
i've been reading more cyberpunk and cyberpunk i feel is very tied into the concept of nationalism and politics, even in settings where corpocracy has overtaken the concept of nationstates. Would you all be cool with me talking more explicitly about real life concepts like countries?
sproutella
Member
I'd like that a lot
Choose one topic that hasn't already been chosen by another player and give me a brief rundown on your character's opinion on the topic as it relates to Neo City One and their ordinary lives:
1) Robotics
2) Corporate Sovereignty
3) The Feed
4) the Law
5) Drugs or drug-like concepts
(in case it isn't clear, make shit up and then have opinions on the shit you just made up)
1) Robotics
2) Corporate Sovereignty
3) The Feed
4) the Law
5) Drugs or drug-like concepts
(in case it isn't clear, make shit up and then have opinions on the shit you just made up)
sproutella
Member
Corporate Sovereignty
If it's one thing the Earl taught me it's that the megacorps are the modern day feudal rulers, except they aren't fighting over land anymore, they are fighting to be the most indispensable to the market. The more people use their product, know their name, more they are relied on, the more power they have to shape the world. Civil governments can't compete in the court of public opinion against a corp with a juicy ad budget and a tsunami of lobbyists. And the governments hostile to corporate influence? They find themselves on the wrong end of an insatiable military industrial complex.
Corporate wars are fought with armies, levies raised from their subsidiaries, but they don't tend to engage in conventional battle. They fight on the streets some sure, but mainly in The Feed, in backroom contract negotiations, or in R&D labs.
When it comes down to it, the threshold on corporate freedom is other corporations, who will do whatever they can to prevent another from obtaining and keeping alpha dog status.
If it's one thing the Earl taught me it's that the megacorps are the modern day feudal rulers, except they aren't fighting over land anymore, they are fighting to be the most indispensable to the market. The more people use their product, know their name, more they are relied on, the more power they have to shape the world. Civil governments can't compete in the court of public opinion against a corp with a juicy ad budget and a tsunami of lobbyists. And the governments hostile to corporate influence? They find themselves on the wrong end of an insatiable military industrial complex.
Corporate wars are fought with armies, levies raised from their subsidiaries, but they don't tend to engage in conventional battle. They fight on the streets some sure, but mainly in The Feed, in backroom contract negotiations, or in R&D labs.
When it comes down to it, the threshold on corporate freedom is other corporations, who will do whatever they can to prevent another from obtaining and keeping alpha dog status.
The Law
Well bro the way I see it, the Law in Neo-City One ain't so much the law as it is the "protector of corporate interests". The City pays the corps to provide security, but everyone knows those guards only answer to the Corp that employs them. On the one hand that means you don't have to worry if you're "operating" in a place the corps don't give a damn about. On the other, you get caught by those corp geeks and you're not going to see daylight for a long time. They ain't so big on them civil rights if you know what I mean bro.
Like I said, it ain't all bad if you if you know how to take advantage of it. A dude with agang crew group of like minded associates can make a killing on protection by patrolling (or strolling) the areas the Corps ignore. Now you might be thinking to yourself "But Goro, you're always going on about how you hit Corp docks for gear and creds and all sorts of things!" But look bro, as long as you keep it small time, the corps will right that off as acceptable losses. Hell, most of the time that stuffs already been paid for and it's all insured anyway. I mean it's not like they even notice Ol' Goro anyway.
But just in case they do I never said any of that stuff.
But one more thing bro. If you are pulling a big job on one of the Corps you best hope you have the backing of one of their rivals. And that they find you useful enough that they won't just liquidate you if things go south.
Well bro the way I see it, the Law in Neo-City One ain't so much the law as it is the "protector of corporate interests". The City pays the corps to provide security, but everyone knows those guards only answer to the Corp that employs them. On the one hand that means you don't have to worry if you're "operating" in a place the corps don't give a damn about. On the other, you get caught by those corp geeks and you're not going to see daylight for a long time. They ain't so big on them civil rights if you know what I mean bro.
Like I said, it ain't all bad if you if you know how to take advantage of it. A dude with a
But just in case they do I never said any of that stuff.
But one more thing bro. If you are pulling a big job on one of the Corps you best hope you have the backing of one of their rivals. And that they find you useful enough that they won't just liquidate you if things go south.
The Feed
With the surge of virtual spaces in the last decades, the Feed turned from a place where you could only communicate with people, similar to the old Internet, into a place where you can do literally anything you can do in the outside world.
Relationships, sex (yes), babies, world travels, sports, live shows; you can even have a second job in the Feed and have multiple incomes. For some, the only reason they need to exit the place is to sustain their bodies and to play the electrical bill.
It's been here for so long that current and previous generations treat it as a normal part of your daily routine, like brushing your teeth and having breakfast.
With the surge of virtual spaces in the last decades, the Feed turned from a place where you could only communicate with people, similar to the old Internet, into a place where you can do literally anything you can do in the outside world.
Relationships, sex (yes), babies, world travels, sports, live shows; you can even have a second job in the Feed and have multiple incomes. For some, the only reason they need to exit the place is to sustain their bodies and to play the electrical bill.
It's been here for so long that current and previous generations treat it as a normal part of your daily routine, like brushing your teeth and having breakfast.
Robotics
If I had to pick the one most significant change to combat and security since my days my days in the military, it's the explosion of robotics within the field. Don't get me wrong, there've been robots, drones, and mechanically-augmented people since I can remember, but there's just been such a sudden proliferation of them, I feel like it caught everyone off guard. It sure as hell caught me off guard. In my military days there were always scouting drones, and some had basic defensive capabilities, but nothing like the ASE's you see out there today employed by the corporations. That's not even mentioning battle-ready androids you catch glimpses of now and then during heavier skirmishes. The corporations don't liek to draw attention to them, to be sure, but right here in the city there are warehouses full of them, ready to be deployed to protect corporate interests at a moment's notice.
And that's only the robots that are overtly noticeable. At this point, you can't wave a stick around without hitting someone with some form of cybernetic augmentation, myself and my cohorts included. Some, the super rich especially, pay for cosmetic upgrades to their soft, spoiled bodies. Some CEO who's the son of another CEO who's never lifted more than five pounds in his whole life gets an operation for integrated muscle fibers that make them bigger and stronger than Olympic weightlifters used to be. But the vast majority of these cybernetic operations are paid for by a person's employer to make them more valuable and efficient employees. Backs that can't be thrown out. Eyes that can't be strained to cause headaches. Legs that can reach up to stock high shelves without wasting the time of getting a ladder. Even my skillwires were given to me to make me a more efficient soldier. Less likely to die and ruin the investment that our military made in me.
It's the world we live in, and I try to not let it get to me, but it does make my job harder. Without the EMP, we all would've been a sitting duck against that tank. If I'd have missed my shot, that ASE drone could've gotten us all jailed or killed. A target might have titanium implants in his skull, and I've no way of knowing that until I take a shot and it just dings off of his head. As time goes on, these robots are going to ensure my job is only going to get harder and harder until I can't keep up. I've no delusions of dying an old man in my bed, after all.
If I had to pick the one most significant change to combat and security since my days my days in the military, it's the explosion of robotics within the field. Don't get me wrong, there've been robots, drones, and mechanically-augmented people since I can remember, but there's just been such a sudden proliferation of them, I feel like it caught everyone off guard. It sure as hell caught me off guard. In my military days there were always scouting drones, and some had basic defensive capabilities, but nothing like the ASE's you see out there today employed by the corporations. That's not even mentioning battle-ready androids you catch glimpses of now and then during heavier skirmishes. The corporations don't liek to draw attention to them, to be sure, but right here in the city there are warehouses full of them, ready to be deployed to protect corporate interests at a moment's notice.
And that's only the robots that are overtly noticeable. At this point, you can't wave a stick around without hitting someone with some form of cybernetic augmentation, myself and my cohorts included. Some, the super rich especially, pay for cosmetic upgrades to their soft, spoiled bodies. Some CEO who's the son of another CEO who's never lifted more than five pounds in his whole life gets an operation for integrated muscle fibers that make them bigger and stronger than Olympic weightlifters used to be. But the vast majority of these cybernetic operations are paid for by a person's employer to make them more valuable and efficient employees. Backs that can't be thrown out. Eyes that can't be strained to cause headaches. Legs that can reach up to stock high shelves without wasting the time of getting a ladder. Even my skillwires were given to me to make me a more efficient soldier. Less likely to die and ruin the investment that our military made in me.
It's the world we live in, and I try to not let it get to me, but it does make my job harder. Without the EMP, we all would've been a sitting duck against that tank. If I'd have missed my shot, that ASE drone could've gotten us all jailed or killed. A target might have titanium implants in his skull, and I've no way of knowing that until I take a shot and it just dings off of his head. As time goes on, these robots are going to ensure my job is only going to get harder and harder until I can't keep up. I've no delusions of dying an old man in my bed, after all.
Don't forget to update your sheets
I'm plotting for the moment, so give me a little bit; I'll have something up tonight or tomorrow.
I'm plotting for the moment, so give me a little bit; I'll have something up tonight or tomorrow.
>>MAGLEV-NINER:INTERFACE//ZERObeta_43TWELVE/VS!!2!/>>sevenfour:START
The client's meeting place is upscale, discreet; a restaurant so expensive merely being seen there would be draining your bank accounts per minute if your employer hadn't set up a tab in advance. As it is, you can probably only afford to linger a half-hour or so before smiling waiters and waitresses gently but firmly usher you out the frosted-glass doors. Inside sits a man and a woman, let's call them Mr and Mrs Nice, who are quite contently tucking into the bloodiest lump of meat you've ever seen. It is so raw you suspect on the other side of the immaculately spotless service doors is a still-living cow that is only just beginning to realise in its stupid cow brain that it's missing half its torso. That or the chunk of meat came in its own specially handcrafted biovat, which is another possibility as to why the prices here are so damn high.
Mr and Mrs Nice gesture you over as if you are all high school chums, big smiles, all-American looks, sweater-vests and perfect hair. They look like plastic, you think, focus-tested and designed to be as bland as possible, yet somehow achieving the exact opposite effect. In this exceptionally uncanny room, they stand out as being by far the weirdest things in it. A waiter whose smile doesn't quite reach his eyes pours you all an ice-cold glass of TapWater and retreats into the background.
"So glad you could join us!!!" trills Mrs Nice. You can't help but notice the irises of her eyes don't quite focus correctly.
"After all, we've heard so much about you!" says Mr Nice jovially, ruddy face reddening at the effort to talk. "Smoke on the street is your crew gets stuff done!"
"And there's such a lovely boy we'd really quite like to meet!!!" says Mrs Nice, reaching for her TapWater. "And we think that you might be the people to help us meet him!!!"
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Lead negotiator, Get the Job. All others, remember you can Assist by rolling +Links.
/edit Oh, I forgot about Links. Before you engage with this let's take care of that quickly.
Links: At end of mission, each player chooses ONE other character to increase links with. The Chooser's character has a better idea of how the Chosen's character operates. Tell me what the Chooser has come to understand about the Chosen and increase link by 1.
The client's meeting place is upscale, discreet; a restaurant so expensive merely being seen there would be draining your bank accounts per minute if your employer hadn't set up a tab in advance. As it is, you can probably only afford to linger a half-hour or so before smiling waiters and waitresses gently but firmly usher you out the frosted-glass doors. Inside sits a man and a woman, let's call them Mr and Mrs Nice, who are quite contently tucking into the bloodiest lump of meat you've ever seen. It is so raw you suspect on the other side of the immaculately spotless service doors is a still-living cow that is only just beginning to realise in its stupid cow brain that it's missing half its torso. That or the chunk of meat came in its own specially handcrafted biovat, which is another possibility as to why the prices here are so damn high.
Mr and Mrs Nice gesture you over as if you are all high school chums, big smiles, all-American looks, sweater-vests and perfect hair. They look like plastic, you think, focus-tested and designed to be as bland as possible, yet somehow achieving the exact opposite effect. In this exceptionally uncanny room, they stand out as being by far the weirdest things in it. A waiter whose smile doesn't quite reach his eyes pours you all an ice-cold glass of TapWater and retreats into the background.
"So glad you could join us!!!" trills Mrs Nice. You can't help but notice the irises of her eyes don't quite focus correctly.
"After all, we've heard so much about you!" says Mr Nice jovially, ruddy face reddening at the effort to talk. "Smoke on the street is your crew gets stuff done!"
"And there's such a lovely boy we'd really quite like to meet!!!" says Mrs Nice, reaching for her TapWater. "And we think that you might be the people to help us meet him!!!"
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Lead negotiator, Get the Job. All others, remember you can Assist by rolling +Links.
/edit Oh, I forgot about Links. Before you engage with this let's take care of that quickly.
Links: At end of mission, each player chooses ONE other character to increase links with. The Chooser's character has a better idea of how the Chosen's character operates. Tell me what the Chooser has come to understand about the Chosen and increase link by 1.
sproutella
Member
Before starting the mission just wanted to declare the cyberware:
Synthetic Nerves "Goriana* Genomics "Synaptophysin™ v6.2S" - If none of your enemies have synth nerves, take +1 forward to mix it up. In
situations where reaction time is critical, take +1 forward to act under pressure.
*a ReNew subsidiary I think - They tap human gene databases collected by ReNew to crowdsource the development of genetically engineered super organs, in this case a nanomachine virus to infect my peripheral nervous system and alter the genetic code of the neurons.
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My link was with Crowley - can I reroll that? I would add +link with NanlCo due to seeing the results of his weird bathroom scene.
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Also I'm the least edgy person! Someone else talk!
Synthetic Nerves "Goriana* Genomics "Synaptophysin™ v6.2S" - If none of your enemies have synth nerves, take +1 forward to mix it up. In
situations where reaction time is critical, take +1 forward to act under pressure.
*a ReNew subsidiary I think - They tap human gene databases collected by ReNew to crowdsource the development of genetically engineered super organs, in this case a nanomachine virus to infect my peripheral nervous system and alter the genetic code of the neurons.
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My link was with Crowley - can I reroll that? I would add +link with NanlCo due to seeing the results of his weird bathroom scene.
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Also I'm the least edgy person! Someone else talk!
Granted, Madonna D is an experienced contractor, but losing arm and still going through our first mission as a full group? That's either extreme confidence or recklessness. Both cases warn you that you shouldn't be between her and her goal.
Increased link with duchess by 1; current is 2.
Increased link with duchess by 1; current is 2.
soz duchess but just leave links with crowley as they stand, might talk with xam and see if i can use crowley as an npc or something maybe? but go ahead and write why duchess would +link with nanico
also where are the rest of you berks? goro i see you posting in gbgaf you can't hide from me
all the link means is you have a better understanding of how someone else operates - maybe the methods, maybe you feel like a better understanding of their motivations, whatever. Like, you don't have to have had a heart-to-heart or anything, but maybe you were like "Oh so Duchess is just so fucking motivated she ignores the fact that she got her arm shot off", or "NaNIC is a violent son of a bitch and i like his style"
I didn't want to get the job again, since Joey didn't give a fuck about me when it came to getting paid :c
But since no one has done it:
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The moment I knew we were coming to this risto, I worked back home to put my babyface on. Filled with smiles, curious eyes, clean-shaven and with a neat(er) hairstyle. I was expecting pompousness, elegance, alienation and ding ding ding, I was right!
When I met the others, those dudes all snarked at my apperance but hey, that's not for them.
Get the Job: (3+1)+2 = 6
I approach the mister and the missus, bowing, and profusely begin:
"Oh my, I never thought our endeavors could reach such place of fine service. I am deeply honored, yes yes!" I bow again.
"I am not a boy as lovely as yours, we can agree on this, but I'm sure me and my compeers can find him, yes yes." I bow again.
"Could you favour me with more details, yes? What is he like, where is he, details like that, yes?" I nod with my head 4 times.
But since no one has done it:
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The moment I knew we were coming to this risto, I worked back home to put my babyface on. Filled with smiles, curious eyes, clean-shaven and with a neat(er) hairstyle. I was expecting pompousness, elegance, alienation and ding ding ding, I was right!
When I met the others, those dudes all snarked at my apperance but hey, that's not for them.
Get the Job: (3+1)+2 = 6
I approach the mister and the missus, bowing, and profusely begin:
"Oh my, I never thought our endeavors could reach such place of fine service. I am deeply honored, yes yes!" I bow again.
"I am not a boy as lovely as yours, we can agree on this, but I'm sure me and my compeers can find him, yes yes." I bow again.
"Could you favour me with more details, yes? What is he like, where is he, details like that, yes?" I nod with my head 4 times.
sproutella
Member
awww NanlCo is such a good good soft boy
Sorry guys. From the holiday weekend and everything I haven't been in much of a roleplaying mood. I'll do my link right now.
Before we embarked on the newest job, I found myself saddling up to the bar next to Duchess. I motion for another round for the two of us. Looking her up and down, I can still see the signs of damage from the scrape she got into on the last job. It hasn't sat right with me how I couldn't keep her from taking a bullet. I had the shot, for Christ's sake. Shaking my head and looking down at my drink, I mutter over to her, "Sorry about the... uh, the damage done. On the job. It happened on my watch, so I wanna say I'm sorry. Collateral damage isn't the kinda thing I just take on the chin. So tonight, the drinks are on me. And next time, I'll be more careful."
So do I roll for link, or is this just a +1?
Before we embarked on the newest job, I found myself saddling up to the bar next to Duchess. I motion for another round for the two of us. Looking her up and down, I can still see the signs of damage from the scrape she got into on the last job. It hasn't sat right with me how I couldn't keep her from taking a bullet. I had the shot, for Christ's sake. Shaking my head and looking down at my drink, I mutter over to her, "Sorry about the... uh, the damage done. On the job. It happened on my watch, so I wanna say I'm sorry. Collateral damage isn't the kinda thing I just take on the chin. So tonight, the drinks are on me. And next time, I'll be more careful."
So do I roll for link, or is this just a +1?
sproutella
Member
"Damage done, heh, nothing the needle* couldn't fix, eh?" I say, smiling a little too much, "Don't sweat it, it's part of the job description. You did well, that courier was a real tough nut, more metal than me I'd wager," I say as I raise my glass of Abelour 2084, mentally recalling the haunting image of the motorcyclist, faceless behind the darkened helmet.
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You just take the +1 link
*see Young, Neil (1972)
Regarding why I get +1 link with NanlCo: From previous work I knew he was an A+ body man, what I didn't know was his propensity for doling out Kohler brand waterboarding
sproutella
Member
Goro or NanlCo - how did you contact me for this job?
<<BADDOOD69>>Yo triple D
<<BADDOOD69>>bro
<<BADDOOD69>>Bro
<<BADDOOD69>>Bro
<<BADDOOD69>>Bro
<<BADDOOD69>>Bro weve got a job bro
<<BADDOOD69>>Bro
<<BADDOOD69>>Bro
<<BADDOOD69>>Ok bro just me eat us outside this restaurant @989 beats.
<<BADDOOD69>>Its called Analog Exile
<<BADDOOD69>>Meet
<<BADDOOD69>>Bro?
<<BADDOOD69>>sry bout ur arm bro
sproutella
Member
You didn't think it possible, but Mr and Mrs Nice's smiles slide sideways as you begin your immensely obvious suck-up routine, but they endevour mightily to present the correct response nonetheless. "Why, darling, isn't this young lad simply delightful?" puffs up Mr Nice, reaching for a glass of water. "I'm absolutelypositively sure that he'll put us in contact right quicksmart!"
You eat and chew and listen as the Nices outline the case. There's a guy. Kidd, they call him. That's his handle. He's a builder, an avatar designer, for ReNew. He works hard. He works good. The Nices are fans. Big fans. They'd like to meet him. They'll pay. NaNIco, you follow the news. What's this cat like?
Kidd is reclusive. Actually, he's so reclusive, nobody's ever seen him in person. But they do know that Kidd has gotten sick recently. He told everyone, actually. Dropped it on social media and everything. Checked into one of those crazy exclusive private hospital. Troseph, you know the one. What was it called again? Why's it so exclusive?
"The rest, my dear chums, is your heavy lifting to do!!!" says Mrs Nice. Her face is the precise average definition of beauty as determined by a statistical analysis of the most popular models in the last year or so, and as such, is slightly ghastly if viewed at anything but a completely dead-on perspective. "We would like you to bring him to a safe location, and then, to us!! We are such great fans of his!! But he isn't to be harmed. Isn't!!!!! I absolutely forbid it!!!!!!"
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Stake your cred. Remember the payout is double your cred staked. Betting 3 cred will advance a mission or legwork clock, my choice.
Legwork: Remember each player (besides Goro) can create a new contact per mission, but they can also go back to previous contacts for more information. I have modified the legwork phase; the legwork phase now goes for as long as you are willing to do legwork, with the risk of clock advancement your primary incentive to pull out or finalise plans.
Mission Directives:
When you get the job, gain 1 xp.
When you have finalised a plan on how and when to grab Kidd, gain 1 xp.
When you get Kidd safely out of the hospital, gain 1 xp.
When you get paid, gain 2 xp.
A miss on Get the Job is defined as a 'complication', so please, rest assured that this will be a complicated mission.
I mention to the rest of the crew, "If I'm thinking of the right place, he's checked himself into Hawkeye. Way off on the edge of The City, out of the way." Hawkeye Hospitalization and Rehabilitation is one of the premier facilities of it's kind in the world, catering exclusively to the super rich and privileged with more money than problems. Locals around the area have taken to referring to the tier of people rich enough to afford admittance as having Hawkeye dough for all the money they end up pumping into the local economy. And rest assured, this Kidd-napping definitely has Hawkeye dough written all over it. "I'll check with my people and see if I can get us an easy in," I mutter as I walk out.
I stake 2 cred on the mission, and I'll have my legwork post up today or tomorrow.
no way they didn't like my speech, come onnn
I stake 2 creds too
An eccentric fellow. That's what we call spoiled kids, but rich ones. Since people started noticing his designs, "he" (actually his designs being voiced by him) frequently appears in ReNew commercials.
Because he's so skillful with his designs, he became arrogant, and through the recent months he started craving more attention. Trying to appear in more spotlights, adhering to a cuter standard with his designs, posting 5 times as much as the usual on the feed.
His awkward personality makes people relate to him in some weird way, and thus he always has an army of hot-headed fans ready to support him, as you can see with the Nices.
I stake 2 creds too
An eccentric fellow. That's what we call spoiled kids, but rich ones. Since people started noticing his designs, "he" (actually his designs being voiced by him) frequently appears in ReNew commercials.
Because he's so skillful with his designs, he became arrogant, and through the recent months he started craving more attention. Trying to appear in more spotlights, adhering to a cuter standard with his designs, posting 5 times as much as the usual on the feed.
His awkward personality makes people relate to him in some weird way, and thus he always has an army of hot-headed fans ready to support him, as you can see with the Nices.
sproutella
Member
Staking 1
So were going to need a way into the facility -- maybe fake ids or maybe we can hack one of us to be a patient.
And then we need to know Kidd's location in the facility - So need to hack patient data or get some other way of knowing his room #. Maybe all patients get trackers on them during their stay?
So were going to need a way into the facility -- maybe fake ids or maybe we can hack one of us to be a patient.
And then we need to know Kidd's location in the facility - So need to hack patient data or get some other way of knowing his room #. Maybe all patients get trackers on them during their stay?
sproutella
Member
Yeah was considering that as a move.
I'm hurt no one got my reference. Our target is in a super exclusive hospital that we must infiltrate and I use the phrase 'Hawkeye dough' and no one gets the play on words? You disappoint me, Jintor. Say it fast.
I find myself in a familiar alley, approaching a familiar trash fire. It's not as cold as the last time, so the smell of burning garbage permeates the air a bit more. A few of Deckson's underlings are around the fire, warming gloveless hands and poking at fire with a stick. As I approach, they all duck their heads down. A few scamper away out of sight. A cockroach joke would be too easy to make. I pass the tallest figure a flask of bourbon with an encouraging nod. "He here?"
Wordlessly, the man takes a heavy swig from the flask and passes it back to me before walking away, deeper into the alley. After a few moments, Deckson shambles out looking a little worse for ware. When he sees me, he gives a hearty chuckle. Restraining a cough, he says "I heard about your crew's little tussle the other night. I trust you got what you needed?"
"Yeah," I reply, passing the flask over to him. "Got a little more hairy than we expected, but them's the breaks."
"A job done is a job done, right my friend?" He takes a sniff of the liquid in the flask and passes it back quickly. "Fucking bourbon, I can't drink that stuff. Now to what do I owe the pleasure? Something more interesting this time?"
I put the flask back in my pocket before looking back to him. "I need a way into Hawkeye. On the trail of a certain Kidd who recently checked in. I know you stayed there briefly before... well, you know."
Hit the Street: roll+style
(4+2)+1=7
-Your request is going to cost you extra
-Your contact needs you to help them out with something
I find myself in a familiar alley, approaching a familiar trash fire. It's not as cold as the last time, so the smell of burning garbage permeates the air a bit more. A few of Deckson's underlings are around the fire, warming gloveless hands and poking at fire with a stick. As I approach, they all duck their heads down. A few scamper away out of sight. A cockroach joke would be too easy to make. I pass the tallest figure a flask of bourbon with an encouraging nod. "He here?"
Wordlessly, the man takes a heavy swig from the flask and passes it back to me before walking away, deeper into the alley. After a few moments, Deckson shambles out looking a little worse for ware. When he sees me, he gives a hearty chuckle. Restraining a cough, he says "I heard about your crew's little tussle the other night. I trust you got what you needed?"
"Yeah," I reply, passing the flask over to him. "Got a little more hairy than we expected, but them's the breaks."
"A job done is a job done, right my friend?" He takes a sniff of the liquid in the flask and passes it back quickly. "Fucking bourbon, I can't drink that stuff. Now to what do I owe the pleasure? Something more interesting this time?"
I put the flask back in my pocket before looking back to him. "I need a way into Hawkeye. On the trail of a certain Kidd who recently checked in. I know you stayed there briefly before... well, you know."
Hit the Street: roll+style
(4+2)+1=7
-Your request is going to cost you extra
-Your contact needs you to help them out with something
"Hey bros if we need something to convince the Kidd to come with us, I picked up just the thing not 48 hours ago."
They've got all sorts of things in the warehouses at the dock, and it's just my luck that my crew managed to snag some sedatives when they were last Patrolling the area.
Using my gear from the between mission Hustling for this
They've got all sorts of things in the warehouses at the dock, and it's just my luck that my crew managed to snag some sedatives when they were last Patrolling the area.
Using my gear from the between mission Hustling for this
you say hawkeye all i think about is fullmetal alchemist.
Deckson whistles between his teeth, what's left of them. "That's a tall order, my friend," he sniffs, eyeing you warily. "I was there once, but that already cost a pretty penny. And I'm a street bum, young Tros. I might be king of the street bums, but I'm still just a street bum."
You turn away. "Wait," he says, suddenly. "There's a way. But you'll have to get your hands dirty."
"I still know people at WBN," he continues, seeing he's got your attention. "Not the higher-ups, these days. Low people. Cleaners. People who got... shuffled. Working maintenance at fitness clubs or the assembly lines at Pachinko parlours. Not everyone got hit as hard as me when things went south. But I still know people. They tell me things sometimes. Things like where a certain WBN exec is taking a vacation for his health. That kind of thing."
You notice his fists are clenching involuntarily. "I'll get you in there," he says. "Even a place like Hawkeye needs... garbagemen. It'll cost you. I'm not saying it won't. I'll need to shift some favours around. At least a cred. But you'll get in."
"But once you're in, I want you to find that fucker* and give them a message from me. Tell them I'm coming. Tell them that Deckson knows what they did and how they did it and they better not fucking sleep at night if they want to wake up the next morning."
Flickering fire illuminates his face, casting dark shadows, revealing a weathered, kindly face turned serious, hard. He is speaking in a soft monotone and kind of not even looking at you, really, more past you.
"And Troseph...?" he continues softly, placing his hand on the rim of the burning barrel. "Make them believe you."
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* That fucker's name is the last person who posted in GBGaf who isn't one of the players here when you read this message.
Troseph, add a personal mission directive: When you deliver Deckson's message in a convincing and effective way, mark 1 xp.
So we're sneaking in as garbage men? I like it. Also, said fucker's name it LiK.
"It'll be my pleasure," I pat Deckson on the shoulder, "consider it done, pal." As I walk out of the alley, I look back to him. "Let me know when it's time to pay the piper. I'm sure it won't be any small task." As I get back out onto the streets, I send a message to the rest of the crew. "I have a way in. Duchess, NanICo, I hope you don't mind getting your hands dirty."
Maybe it's just me, but I feel like we need some kind of collaborative planning scene, like in a heist movie. All of us sitting around a table plotting out the details of the plan. Might help the mission to feel more wholly collaborative instead of each of us just kinda doing our own part in relative autonomy.
sproutella
Member
Tiamat, bowlie, and I have done some ooc spitballing of ideas in the discord channel bowlie mentioned earlier. My post 2 days ago:
was basically what I had posted, and haven't added much since then, but its been all ooc obv. A good sitting around the table going over the plan as is would be fun
sproutella
Member
(Conversation with atomAnt)
<<duchess>>u free?
<<duchess>>got some grubsquad on the way and a friend lent me a squawk access code
<<duchess>>bout to do some reading up on hawkeye - u in?
<<atomAnt>>b there in 20 beats
Basically looking through future rich person only yelp (squawk) reviews for info about the security, especially systems that would monitor locations of patients. Based on what reviewers say, I want to know what type of system (like an ID chip on each patient, are they camera monitored, some other sensor) we have to hack in order to find Kidd (and now LiK) when we go in. NanlCo assisting - I'll wait for their roll before posting mine.
Rolling research; 6+5+1+1=13. Taking +1 intel, and a followup based on your response.
<<duchess>>u free?
<<duchess>>got some grubsquad on the way and a friend lent me a squawk access code
<<duchess>>bout to do some reading up on hawkeye - u in?
<<atomAnt>>b there in 20 beats
Basically looking through future rich person only yelp (squawk) reviews for info about the security, especially systems that would monitor locations of patients. Based on what reviewers say, I want to know what type of system (like an ID chip on each patient, are they camera monitored, some other sensor) we have to hack in order to find Kidd (and now LiK) when we go in. NanlCo assisting - I'll wait for their roll before posting mine.
Rolling research; 6+5+1+1=13. Taking +1 intel, and a followup based on your response.
I send to Troseph:
<<atomAnt>> let me know if you need help with your side objective c;
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Declaring a contact
Before spending the night working on the plan, I go to a fence I know to get more supplies.
I arrive in this shady alley between two rows of tall buildings. The street lamps are - as they have always been - out of power, though you can see bare wires going from it to many apartments. One of the many kinds of theft the city doesn't care about.
On the ground, the mood is brighter: people around fires singing and dancing to the latest idol hit, laughing and talking about life, spending time together until night falls. This alley is also between two gang territories, and as such happens to be a neutral zone where people can feel safe.
When some kids look at me, they stop and ready themselves for something bad to happen, until a mutual acquaintance of mine and Seurat's, my fence, tells them who I am, and then they go back to their pastimes.
This building in front of me would pass as completely normal, if it were not for the electrical gate blocking my way towards the backdoor entrance; its only entrance. This is where the important people of the small community live, needing extra precaution.
I ping Seurat and ask for today's code; after a few seconds I get a reply with it and some hearts. Disregarding the rest, I type it in, enter the complex and climb up the stairs until the third floor.
The broken wall on the corridor that would lead to an unused space on the floor now acts as the entrance to Seurat's little shop. I am greeted with many, many smiles.
"Cousin! It's been what, 5 months?!! How good it is to see you
DDD"
Seurat is my second degree cousin; I am a few years older than him. We may not be best friends, but we always look out for each other. He opened this shop after I started bringing some items from my runs home and needed someone to sell them.
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I plan on sell the things I get from my Financial directive to him.
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After a while, other runners began selling their... collectibles to him, and now he has the help of more than 10 people. And he is always grateful for my initial assistance.
He says:
"Nico, what can I help you with?"
I answer that I'm about to infiltrate a rich compound, and will need non-lethal tools to move easily under guards or innocents. Gas grenades, tranquilizer darts, anything he'll have. If I'm lucky, I'll get things there to sell to him later.
Hit the Street: (4+4)+0 = 8
<<atomAnt>> let me know if you need help with your side objective c;
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Declaring a contact
Before spending the night working on the plan, I go to a fence I know to get more supplies.
I arrive in this shady alley between two rows of tall buildings. The street lamps are - as they have always been - out of power, though you can see bare wires going from it to many apartments. One of the many kinds of theft the city doesn't care about.
On the ground, the mood is brighter: people around fires singing and dancing to the latest idol hit, laughing and talking about life, spending time together until night falls. This alley is also between two gang territories, and as such happens to be a neutral zone where people can feel safe.
When some kids look at me, they stop and ready themselves for something bad to happen, until a mutual acquaintance of mine and Seurat's, my fence, tells them who I am, and then they go back to their pastimes.
This building in front of me would pass as completely normal, if it were not for the electrical gate blocking my way towards the backdoor entrance; its only entrance. This is where the important people of the small community live, needing extra precaution.
I ping Seurat and ask for today's code; after a few seconds I get a reply with it and some hearts. Disregarding the rest, I type it in, enter the complex and climb up the stairs until the third floor.
The broken wall on the corridor that would lead to an unused space on the floor now acts as the entrance to Seurat's little shop. I am greeted with many, many smiles.
"Cousin! It's been what, 5 months?!! How good it is to see you
DDD"Seurat is my second degree cousin; I am a few years older than him. We may not be best friends, but we always look out for each other. He opened this shop after I started bringing some items from my runs home and needed someone to sell them.
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I plan on sell the things I get from my Financial directive to him.
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After a while, other runners began selling their... collectibles to him, and now he has the help of more than 10 people. And he is always grateful for my initial assistance.
He says:
"Nico, what can I help you with?"
I answer that I'm about to infiltrate a rich compound, and will need non-lethal tools to move easily under guards or innocents. Gas grenades, tranquilizer darts, anything he'll have. If I'm lucky, I'll get things there to sell to him later.
Hit the Street: (4+4)+0 = 8
- Your request is going to cost you extra
- Your request is going to take some time to put together
While I'm chatting with Seurat, I see Madonna D's ping and answer:
<<atomAnt>> sure
<<atomAnt>> im buying some toys now
<<atomAnt>> will be there in those beats
<<atomAnt>> ill bring booze
...
<<atomAnt>> you need to show me your new arm tricks
Help: (3+6)+2 = 11
Taking +1 forward
<<atomAnt>> sure
<<atomAnt>> im buying some toys now
<<atomAnt>> will be there in those beats
<<atomAnt>> ill bring booze
...
<<atomAnt>> you need to show me your new arm tricks
Help: (3+6)+2 = 11
Taking +1 forward
If we're going in as some sort of garbage men/cleaning service, then the Strollers and patrollers can definitley lend a hand. Only problem is hot dog trucks stand out a bit, especially when people are expecting garbage men.
But like I always say, I know a guy.
Declare a Contact
In this case that guy happens to be Mario Shima, a mechanic who owns a chop shop down in the lower city. He's kind of a weird dude, way more into aesthetic body mods than most. I never saw the point in having a glowing fiber optic Mohawk or glowing red eyes, but Old Goro isn't one to judge. I've worked with him plenty of times in the past, sometimes I'd go to him when I need an upgrade for my trucks, and sometimes he'd come to me when he needed some specialized parts that were not exactly "legally" obtained.
Usually the best way to get in contact with Mario is to just drop by his shop. So that's what I did.
'Bro, I need your help with a job. Nothing major, my man. Just need a few tweaks to get some geeks to make my trucks look less hot dog and more Janitorial bro.
Hit the Streets6+1)+2=9
-Your request is going to take time
-Your contact needs help
I figure this will give us a less suspicious way to come and go from the hospital and it will let my crew come along
But like I always say, I know a guy.
Declare a Contact
In this case that guy happens to be Mario Shima, a mechanic who owns a chop shop down in the lower city. He's kind of a weird dude, way more into aesthetic body mods than most. I never saw the point in having a glowing fiber optic Mohawk or glowing red eyes, but Old Goro isn't one to judge. I've worked with him plenty of times in the past, sometimes I'd go to him when I need an upgrade for my trucks, and sometimes he'd come to me when he needed some specialized parts that were not exactly "legally" obtained.
Usually the best way to get in contact with Mario is to just drop by his shop. So that's what I did.
'Bro, I need your help with a job. Nothing major, my man. Just need a few tweaks to get some geeks to make my trucks look less hot dog and more Janitorial bro.
Hit the Streets
6+1)+2=9-Your request is going to take time
-Your contact needs help
I figure this will give us a less suspicious way to come and go from the hospital and it will let my crew come along