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[kv]

Did we get a picture of this guy from either MFI or Ruski?
Do we know what he looks like?

<You have a nice corperate picture of him from MFI.>

[Ingo Monk]

(OOC)
I'll try to get his attention and pull him off to the side.  Don't want everyone to hear our conversation.

(/OOC)

Okay, you stand off to the side for a bit, untill he looks over your way and you are able to catch his attention. he passes the microphone back to one of the bikini clad women who takes up where he left off talking trash. He pulls you through the crowd to a (slightly) more remote corner. there are still people arround, but this would apear to be the looser's corner, because no one here is celebrating. "So, Sup my man, you are a little late to race this evening, but you shoulda been here, Cow-Chow just made mincemeat of Suki demolition derby style. I guess the extra weight for thoes armor upgrades were worth it tonight!"

[kv]

I'll have Sam spead out and try and spot him... I'm not going to flash the picture, but I'll wander around and see if I can spot him as well.

"Sam, let's wander around and see if we can find him. Meet back here in ten minutes, and see what you can find."

You find a make-shift dance floor, compleate with DJ, lights, and spinning bodies. a circle of cars illuminates the dancers with their headlights, and the DJ seems to be working out of some kind of van that would apear to be 90% speaker by weight... you also see a number of interesting cars... a grav-lev towncar conversion on a van... a hovercraft... bikes that apear to be more chrome than anything else, and any number of trucks full to the brink with a combanation of used and unused kegs... there are any number of people jumping up and down, sulking, or otherwise being destracting with tan skin, and tight clothes... It will be very difficult to find him this way.

[mercy]

got you

You find a pit-stop where they are preforming an enginge overhaul in the street. aparently whatever they are working on is state of the art, because there are three vans full of equipment working on it... one of them is car parts, with a compleatly new set of tires (rims included) one of them is an electronics workshop, with a bank of monitors that is displaying fuel pressure and airflow diagrams, and the third you have no idea what's inside... it's closed off, but the enginge block they are pulling out of the car is compleatly ceramic, and has 'Renracu Research and Development' stamped on the side of it... giving you the feeling that there may be at least a couple suits mixed in with the street thugs for this event... you look a little closer, and see that even if the suits are invisable, their musle isn't... there are a number of chrome eyes that gaze out into the crowd without a hint of expression on their faces... You take the hint before they notice you looking, and keep walking, stoping to admire an open enginge compartment next to a guy who's talking about how he's converted it to run compleatly off of compressed hydrogen... there is a 'no smoking' sign nearby.

[kv]

I'll try finding quieter groups, and I'll start showing the picture around. I'll make up some sob story about my adopted brother, and how my mom is sick and wants to see him. I'll look for quieter groups, the ones working on engines and talking and such.

After about 15 minutes of talking to random 'quieter' groups, you finally find someone who knows him.
"Hey, that's Tack! he never said he was adopted?" With some more pressing, you discover that he hasn't been seen here this evening by his normal hangout group.

[Ingo Monk]

Takashi speaks on a quiet tone, close to Omar so he can hear him.  "Omar, I'm in trouble.  I need some place to hide quick.  Can you help me?"  At that Takashi takes a quick glance around trying to notice anything out of the ordinary.

You notice another guy from your building is here with his suped-up supra. you've seen him at races before, but you were in diffrent devisions in the company... he dosn't seem to have noticed you yet though...

"Yea, sure thing amigo, I'd be happy to help you out. you always do a decent job of spliting the pot when i set it up for you... and you never cry when you don't win. I figure I owe you something just for that. Listen, I gotta stick this out till the party dies down a bit, it wouldn't be seeming for the host to ditch his guests, but if you are really scared you can go crawl into the coffin motel in the next parking lot... lots of racers er... 'crash' there to celebrate. I can go take you someplace realy secure in like four hours or so... or, feel free to don some dark sunglasses, a hooded sweatshirt, and try to enjoy a cold beer for awhile, it looks like you need some quality relaxing time anyways...

[kv]

I'll try and find out if anyone knows where he is... I'll stick to the adoption story, even though it seems a little stupid for a corp suit kiddie.

Alright, tapping this a little harder than you probibly should, you discover that he's normally working late on nights like this, although showing up for the after race party isn't unheard of... you get a decent description of his car (that you don't see, but with this much chrome, it would kinda blend in) as well as a list of everyone he's beaten in a race... then it just degrades to people that want a re-match, his momma is so fat jokes, and steadly goes downhill from there.

[kv]

I'll try and meet back with Sam, to see what he's found.

"It looks like we'll have to wait and see if he shows up for this party- apparently he's a frequent winner here or something."

<roll> uh... you seem to have lost him too. (it is a big party)

[mercy]

I make my way back to our start point

There are some people laughing at your car. you hear something to the effect of:
"Well, I may have lost today, but at least I don't have to drive home in THAT!"

[Ingo Monk]

Takashi turns so his back is facing his coworker.  He continues to speak in a hushed tone.
"Yeah I think I'll crash at the motel.  I hate to ask, but do you got a spare certified stick?  I don't want to use my SIN credstick, they might be able to track me."

He raises one eyebrow "Man, you are paranoid. " He sighs and shakes his head. "Alright, but don't go telling anyone I've done this for you, then everyone will want to borrow money from me." He pulls out a generic certified cred-stick, drops it into his 'pocket pal-cred swapper' and transferes 80Y over to it. "Don't go ordering the premium chanels on this. I didn't transfer enough for all of that."

[kv]

<I'll just wander then... there's no point in me standing in one place and missing out on a party like this.>

Okay <Charisma check> It takes you about 2.3 seconds to get a cold beer and a bikini model.

"Yea Baby, Did you see the race? No? You should have seen me! I live my life a quarter mile at a time..."

[Ingo Monk]

"Thanks man, I owe you big time.  I'll see you later." Takashi takes the credstick and heads to the coffin motel, keeping a low profile so no one notices him.

Okay, It looks like the coffin motel is mostly filled up with 'couples', but there are a couple of free rooms. looks like they are renting out at 15Y / hour.

[kv]

I'll smooze the model, enjoy the beer, and keep eyes out for both this corp kiddie and Sam. (Where on earth can an ork doctor hide out?)

Yes, with the model on one arm, and the beer in the other, i'm sure that your first concern is the wearabouts of your (Human BTW) friend with a biomed skill... you check the model's tonsils for signs of him... but... nope! not there!

[mercy]

waits by the car watching for jazz and the target

You do catch sign of something, but it's not something you are looking for... over the pounding music... revving enginges, and screaming girls... you somehow notice an offbeat rythem that's not coming from the overly amplified speakers. looking arround you seem to be the only one to notice it...

[Ingo Monk]

(OOC)
Ok, I'll get a room and try to calm down a bit.  I'll set the alarm for 3.5 hours and try and take a nap, I imagine I'm exhausted after all that junk I went through.

(/OOC)

Ahhh... the blisfull embrase of the dark beyonde... not even the wresteling match that seems to be taking place in the coffin next to you can stop your sleep from crashing into you like a mac truck... washing away everthing but the pain... and then... even the pain starts to go away...