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[Ingo Monk]

I'll take his stuff and tell him "Sorry chum, we've already got enough drek to deal with"

Then I'll follow the elf and his compadre.  

[kv]

Resisting 8m
(-3 for impact armor, +3 for wounds)

01 01 01 09 03  One success. :/

Yup. It's broken. make a un-modified body ( test to remain awake. (don't worry about wounds on this one, just use your body in dice to roll an . if you get it, you stay awake, if not, it's good-night sweet prince.

[kv]

04 01 05 03 11

One success.

You wish you were dead... and you almost are, but somehow, you remain awake.

[kv]

I'll drag my hoop and broken arm back to my pad, and call Sam's doc contact- maybe we can get some medical attention.

Okay, you make it to your pad somehow. you've blocked out most of the process of getting there, but you are pretty sure it involved hijacking a city bus, or perhaps the wicked witch of the west coming to pick you up on her broomstick. the details are still a little fuzzy though.

Sam's Doc contact shows up at your place really really drunk. (like so drunk, you wonder if you would be better off operating on yourself) however, to his credit, he does seem to know what he's doing, and his med-kit is somewhat automated, and in the end, he gives you lots and lots of painkillers (aparently, according to him, it's good for what Ail's ya'... oh, also for some reason he keeps trying to sell you stim-patches that have 'mercy general hospice' stamped on the wrapper, and he constantly chews a cup of coffee.) (there's some sort of pills floating in the coffee like marshmellows in a cup of hot chocolate.) none of thease things make you feel better about him as a person, but when the morphine kicks in, you don't seem to mind so much, and at that point you are ready to name all your illegidamate children after him.

in the end, you have a mobil cast on your hand and arm. (there are pins sticking through your skin to various bones, connected to an external framework. it's quite gross looking, but you have use of your hand again. he said something about being able to take that off in four to six weeks, and you are down to three boxes of physical dammage (Light +2) and three boxes of Stun Dammage (Light +2). you also have a bottle of painkillers to take every four hours, or as needed (but if you sell them on the street, or use them too fast he said he's not going to give you more) and he took Sam to a place he knows where he can have his aura worked on. (aparently he's suffering from some magical-mo-jo, and needes a diffrent type of attention)  That guy that was following you through the sewers is sleeping on your floor, while wearing some of your clothes when you wake up the next morning. oh, and your bathroom is covered, floor to cealing, in drek.

[kv]

I'll go soak in the tub anyway... not like it's a smeel I haven't gotten used to. For the moment the guy can keep sleeping on the floor. Although I need to call MFI and let him know that drek (literally) went down and the guy he's looking for is probably dead.

Okay, Well, aparently you, or your new houseguest, or bout of you got changed under a stream of water, and the drek-covered clothing is still in the bottom of the tub. you take a couple of minutes to throw thoes clothes out the bathroom window, and mop up the worst of it from the floor and walls, before setting yourself down for a long soak.

[Ingo Monk]

I'll use the kitchen sink to wash up and then I'll raid the fridge.  I'll snoop around and try to find out as much as I can about my 'gracious host.'  He did help save my life, but one can never be too careful.  If I feel comfortable with him, I'll go about introductions.  In any case I'm off of the street and this guy's not trying to kill me.

Well, he's aparently a fan of Jazz music, he's got posters for lots of sweaty black guys of a variety of races (mostly orc) that are playing lots of brass instraments all over his walls. the floor is littered with an assortment of tools and parts that an (INT:6 test) would tell you are all tools used in the 'procurement' of cars. Perhaps he's a repo-man? the clothes you are wearing are fairly effluent, so he's got some taste and style (it was hard to tell that when you were all covered in drek) and his fridge has a nice variety of all-natural foods, and nothing looks too spoiled.

[Ingo Monk]

Int (6) test:
 1: 2
 2: 3
 3: 6 + 6 + 2 = 14. ... Success
 4: 5
 5: 2
 6: 5

I'll help myself to something in the fridge that looks edible and not spoiled.  Then I'll go about the place wondering why he's into sweaty black guys, and I'll be staying away from the windows.  What's the place look like?  A run-of-the-mill flat?

the beer in the fridge is totally not spoiled.
Borderline squatting neighborhood, while the insides of this place are well re-enforced, and he's got a lot nicer stuff than any other squater you've ever met... although with a corperate life, that's not much.

[kv]

I'll stay neck-deep in the tub, keeping my arm over the edge if it needs to be kept dry, and using up all the soap I have in the bathroom. If needs be, I'm going to fall asleep in the tub, until I feel clean again.

Well, you try to keep it out of the tub (your doctor didn't really give you any instructions as to that) but as soon as you fall asleep, it falls into the tub with you. the pain is excrusiation. aparently you fell asleep just in time for your pain medications to wear off.

[kv]

I'll crawl out of the tub and try to find my pills- and then get dressed and contact MFI.

Okay, you are having some problems working the child-proof cap, but you get your phone open, and dial up MFI.

"HEY! This is MF... WHOA! are you naked? uh... you know I like girls right?

[Ingo Monk]

I'll take the beer and look around the place some more.

(OOC)
Am I clean yet btw?
(/OOC)

You took a shower before changing into your new friend's clothes.

you hear some swearing from the bathroom, followed by a naked man crawling allong the floor (avoiding the use of his broken arm) and fumbling one handed, trying to open his bottle of child-proof pain medication.

[Ingo Monk]

I'll help the poor guy out... looks like he really needs it.  Did the doc patch up my wounds too?  How are my hands doing?  What about that flesh wound to my side?  Did I have other ones I forgot about?

The doctor bandged any and all of your ailments, so you are currently feeling much better. he was cheap on the painkillers, and heavy on the sarcasm, but all and all, he did good work.

it's hard to get the bottle open with bandages on your hands, but eventually you make it work. (it's a lot easyer with half functonality on two hands than full functonality on one hand.)

[kv]

"Sorry, MFI. As you can see," *wave broken arm* "it's been a long day. I think the guy you sent us after died- the car rally we tracked him to got turned into a slaughterhouse by some corp guys. A couple of us got out, but I didn't even see him. Can you see if he's still alive?"

MFI, not breaking his trademark smile, but looking more than a little bit confused tilts his head to one side as if he's trying to focus on something...

"Uhhh... this isn't some wierd re-negeotion tatic or something is it?

[kv]

"Uh... no... Sam and I went down there and checked it out, and some fraggers showed up and tore the place apart. I'd be suprised if more than ten people made it out alive. I know Sam was worse for wear, I broke my arm getting home, and this guy,"

*gesture to the guy behind me*

"is the only other survivor that I know of."

The smile actually fades from MFI's face. He stares at you with disbelief, and is dead silent while blinking at you for almost a full minute.
"You are by far, the worst shadowrunner i've ever worked with."
at this point, the smile returns
"But you've got luck in spades, and if I turned away all the bad shadowrunners, I wouldn't have any work at all! HAHAHAHA get it? so, Your new friend got a name?"
You can't be certan, but you'd almost swear the smile was bigger than it's ever been at this point. that worries you a little bit.

[Ingo Monk]

*Takashi clears his throat and not wanting to give his real name says: "I go by 'Oni'."*


MFI's smile deffenitly gets bigger at this point.

"right. so; Oni, Would you be interested in taking down a chunk of Mitsuhama's Software R&D department?  I'll let 'slick' here explain the just of the operation to you, as well as what we need before starting. if you are interested in joining up, we have some up-front capitol and resources for you, as well as a nice paycheck on the back side. if not, no hard feelings. I just ask that you swap cell phone numbers with me, so that if you change your mind, you can contact me later."

with that, the phone blips out; leaving a smiling avatar of MFI in it's place, animated twinkle in his eye and the patented smile filling up most of the vidphone's display.

[Ingo Monk]

*Takashi looks over to 'Slick'*
"Explain."