Shadowrun: Chum Bucket

Seven Shadowrunners Walk into a Club...

In which our heroes attend a concert, Shadowrun style.

So, having been directed to do so by their fixer, Smiley, the following walk into a club:

  • Gretchen, a sewer-dwelling woman with a cyber arm and skull, an interesting set of social skills, and more knives than most people see in their lives
  • Zhavier, called Z, a twitchy rigger more comfortable interacting with the world through drones than in person
  • Sprite Forge, a hacker with a mysterious past that not even he knows
  • Kit, a social Adept who has unfinished business with the Triads
  • Anselm, a generalist about whom little is known yet
  • A combat mage with no name

and, last but certainly not least,

  • Billy, a gay pornstar turned ninja-style adept.

In a back room, they meet one Mister Johnson, aka [did anyone make a note of his name?] and a music promoter according to a handy-dandy data search. He has a job for them, and though he’s vague as hell, he’s paying 5,000 nuyen upfront, another 5k on completion of “this part of the contract.” He want them to find an optical data disc, late 20th century and “a piece of music history” that was stolen and will likely be sold soon. He mentions that paying for the disc would be acceptable, and that the group would be reimbursed, but doesn’t give a maximum they’re allowed to spend. They’re also supposed to destroy any copies of the disc that have been made.

The newly formed group accepts, and the good Mr. Johnson leaves. This is the part where most shadowrunning teams would call up contacts, run datasearches, and otherwise get on with the legwork, and indeed Sprite Forge, Zhavier, and Kit do so in their respective manners. The rest of the group gets to know each other, mainly through sexual innuendo (though it’s not clear if Gretchen actually understands one hundred percent of what’s going on, at least not in the way most people would).

Datasearches and contacts reveal that rise orxploitation star Nabo has set up a deal to buy an item matching Mr. J’s description, and that there’s at least one middleman involved. Plans are bandied about, including posing as journalists to get access to Nabo’s crib or breaking into the same. Thing is, Nabo has a concert at an old warehouse coming up in two days and is leaving town afterward, which means there’s no time to set up a cover for the journalism idea, and breaking and entering could tip off the seller. The group decides to crash the concert. It’s beyond sold out, but what self-respecting shadowrunner would let that stop them?

At the concert, they take a two pronged approach, with the ladies charming their way in as groupies. Legwork has revealed that Nabo is straight, and thus pretty likely to be immune to our man Billy’s not inconsiderable charms, so he sneaks in through the roof.

Gretchen and Kit make their way to the way to the second floor office that’s being used as Nabo’s dressing room, charm their way past another guard, and, whadaya know? Not only did he leave his commlink sitting out in plain sight, his idea of digital security is comparable to that of a chimpanzee. Downloading his emails regarding the disc sale, which refer to the music as “the lost tracks,” is a snap once they form a daisychain from Sprite Forge‘s commlink to Kit’s to Nabo’s.

About then, the shooting starts.

Turns out someone forgot to pay off the two gangs who claim the warehouse area for their territory, or something like that. In any case, there’re a bunch of gangers outside and heading in, and they’re shooting the hell out of each other. In what can universally be agreed to be a pretty wiz move, Nabo keeps the music going, trying to keep the crowd calm and in a general state of not stampeding.

Neither digital surveillance by a fly drone that Zhavier has hacked his way into nor astral surveillance by our unnamed mage reveals a safe way out of the building, so Kit, Gretchen, and Billy have to sit tight. Gretchen climbs up into the gap between the roof and the office ceiling and helps the considerably less athletic Kit to do the same. Billy stays on the roof. We leave our (anti-)heroes there, as the Lone Star security forces finally begin to arrive.

(if someone wants to add what happened after I left, feel free.

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