Limbo [Bar] [Public]

The world is full of screaming voices all demanding to be heard.

Salem grabbed the shot he had declined and downed it herself before pressing a hand to her face, and taking a deep breath. Picking up the little electronic devices she had picked up earlier and set them on his temples, lightly tapping them with a nail as they activated to the small commlink in her hand. [(1) 3 Successes] Sending a quick message from her commlink to the one she had just linked too, "Do you see the icon of the message you just got?" She asked grabbing a pair of gloves from her pockets and offering them to him with a gesture to slide them on as she had hers. "Now you can do open it with your hand once you get those gloves on, or..." She tapped a nail on the trodes, "You can activate it mentally through these."

And yet the silence of those offering help... is deafening.

(1) [Computer L4 + R2][5,4,6,3,1,6]

On two hits, you see about six barrens patrons, four in some various vending clothing and two wearing clothes of matching red and white. However, what catches your eye is a pale skinned man on the other end of the bar in what looks to be a real leather jacket.

The world is full of screaming voices all demanding to be heard.

Salem gave a small half shrug and tucked the spare gloves back into her pocket before looking around the room herself, sending a request to connect over DNI to the man beside her. [(1) 2 Successes] When the connection opened she replied where others wouldn't be able to hear her, I see him. Sauntering over to the man and motioned for the barkeeper to send her next drink over as she slipped into the booth beside the man, accepting the shot when it was brought over. "So..." She said raising her glass to her lips, "What bring you here tonight?" She asked her tone inviting without pushing. [(2) 4 Successes]

And yet the silence of those offering help... is deafening.

(1) [Perception I4 + R5 + 2 (Contacts V.E.)][3,3,1,3,3,6,4,1,5,3,2,2]
(2) [Etiquette C5 -1 (R0) + 3 Edge][1,6,4,3,6,3,6,2,5,2]

Salem; The man looks bored as the bartender comes out with what looks to be a deep brown bottle. “Well, took you fair a bit didn’t it, Henry.” The man says pulling out a shot glass that looks it’s made of metal. The bartender in a white suit and black slacks wearing a dark pair of sunglasses, smiles as he sees the man and Salem.

“Why yes it’s been awhile hasn’t it? Looks like you’ve find your help you were looking for as well. Salem looking as wonderful as ever is...what his face with you? Jerry here could use some help.” Henry says as he pulls off the top on the bottle.

James; You earned a mark on the commlink, you overhear Red and white clothing one, “Know who she left you for?” Red and white clothing two, “Ya, some asshole in the drags man, got no fucking clue where those bastards stay when I find him I’ll do somthing...I think...”

James; You see a text message chain that end the following from a person named Becky, “To the limp dick moron, go to hell. You’ve wasted enough of my time and if you come around or anywhere near me David is going to beat your sorry ass to dust. P.S. Frag you and your silly little gang.” Followed by, a new contact line ending the following by someone listed as MM3, “Looking man, will find the bastard.”

Salem; The man takes a long pull on his cup of his whiskey, reaching into his left pocket pulling out two folded a piece of paper. “I do have some work for people of particular skills. You see my brother lost a family knife in this,” He pauses a moment. “Wonderful slice of paradise. I am glad I choose to put a little tag onto the knife, so I’d like for you folks to find it. I was able to at least get pinpointed in about,” He pauses rubbing his chin. “In five and six kilometer radius near the Plastic Jungle. So are you folks interested?” The man finishes

James; You get your second mark on the same commlink. You see the ganger you sent the message looking around the bar confused. You see a message on your AR from the same commlink you hacked ‘Uh sure, I uh here’s the photo of the guy’ followed by a photo of a centaur
with a bright red mohawk and from you can tell from just a glance a tattooed chest.