The Ceiling Club

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The Ceiling Club

Postby Augur » Sat Jun 10, 2017 10:49 am

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High above the rough streets and dangerous alleyways of N'Dane is a posh palace of intrigue. Here people with money and access broker deals, embrace their vices, place bets, and generally mix business with pleasure. The Ceiling Club's owners and proprietors have a strictly enforced "no weapons but ours" policy which they enforce scrupulously. Violators are banned, and egregious violations have been known to be paid for with a very long, but very quick descent to the streets far below.
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Re: The Ceiling Club

Postby Augur » Tue Dec 05, 2017 9:37 am

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Local Time: Day 49, 2000


The entrance into the Ceiling Club is policed by two TGE security 'bots, each armed with a heavy stunner. Rosseyn, Niall, and Ryden approach without hesitation. They are unarmed and dressed to impress. The robots scan them with devices integrated into their forearms nevertheless. The pair of robots say in unison in their heavily synthesized voices, "You are clear to enter. Enjoy your time in The Ceiling Club."
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Entering the club, they are immediately awestruck by just how posh the place is. They are very nearly under-dressed for the setting. The atmospheric and ambient lighting is subdued, tasteful, and elegant, while the furnishings promote a certain vigor to the aesthetics of the interior. 2D screens of varying sizes are practically everywhere. Some screens display clips from past fights as running commentary describes the action, others are highlighting certain fighters with commentary and stats being discussed and displayed through infographics, and one screen even details the newly released details of the Razorcrush Arena itself. There's seating at the bar with stepped seating and dining areas radiating outward from the bar.

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Alton Lang can be seen two tiers up from the bar across from the door. He is sitting alone. A large, curvy cocktail glass filled with some blue concoction rests on the table before him.
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Re: The Ceiling Club

Postby Niall » Mon Dec 11, 2017 7:11 am

Perception: 1d20+2 = 21

JIC: 1d20 = 7
JIC: 1d100 = 78


Niall enters the Cieling Club at Ryden and Rosseyn's side. He looks around the club as they enter, a sly confidence he'd thought lost to him returning almost involuntarily. He almost felt like he was at home.

This place looks like the Rygen Pulsar did when Varat KelDoran owned it... Those were some pretty jumping three weeks. Shame it closed down. As he absorbs the club's atmosphere, he tries to ignore the varied species of patrons, and instead looks at their manner, their clothes.

A place like this usually has three types of people. You'll have your energetic young folks, drinking, dancing, and having a good time without regard for propriety. You have your slightly older players - pretending to be aloof, but they're here for what they're here for, and you can see the hunger in their eyes. Whether they're here to find a one-night partner or to rub elbows or be seen... it's all the same. They sail through the crowd like sharks. And you have the dealmakers. They come in, take up space, and let the world come to them. No need to go out and pick up women - they come to them. No need to find business deals. They come to them. By setting us up to meet here, Alton Lang's telling us he's the third type, and we're the second.

Niall chuckles. I've been all three, from one time to another. But I know there's a fourth type, as well. The "too good for this place" type. You come, be seen, do the minimum you're expected to do, and leave. Because you're the person the club promoter is trying to attract, the person who brings cachet, prestige, with them. They invite you when they hope your cachet will rub off on the establishment, and they offer you VIP treatment and stuff. I've been that too, back on Arismal. I don't have that cachet here... but I know what it looks like. And that's how anyone who knows any Kassan will be expecting them to act.

Niall heads up to the private tables, and tries to spot Lang, and if he sees him, he'll nudge Ryden and Rosseyn, and nod in Lang's direction.

If he can subtly catch the eye of a waitress, he holds up three fingers with a charming smirk, then points to Lang's table, but doesn't stop to chat or order drinks. She'll come to us.

As they reach Lang's table, Niall smirks at him. "Nice place," he says, sarcastically. He gestures at the seats. "May we?"

Charm/Impress ☞ 20% (EP crit success)

Niall sizes the man up, thinking about how he's dressed, what he's got in front of him, his body language.

Intelligence ☞ 70% 1d100 = 91 (FAIL)
Intelligence ☞ 70% 1d100 = 92 (FAIL)
Intelligence ☞ 70% 1d100 = 90 (FAIL)
Business and Finance ☞ 70% 1d100 = 28 (SUCCEED)

He's definitely sending us a distinct message with this place, and that's 'I don't need your business'. Meeting in a noisy place means 'I don't care about your details', meeting with alcohol can mean 'I'm not going to remember you.' So we need to keep the meeting light, he wants a sketch of what we need - not a dissertation, and some sense of what we can pay. Because we're an unknown quantity. Beyond that... details can be hashed out electronically.

Niall waits for Lang's nod, and sits. He extends his hand. "Vanko Borias."

Main thing is, we need to leave him with a positive impression of us. We mean business, and we have the means to pay.
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Re: The Ceiling Club

Postby Rosseyn » Sat Dec 16, 2017 4:29 pm

Perception: 1d20+2 = 9+3 regarding modern technology, +5 to perceiving any tactile characteristics
JIC: 1d20 = 6/1d100 = 28

Passing through the TGE bots, Rosseyn tries not to give any physical indications that he can feel them scanning him. Upon entry, he takes a look around. Swanky location. Money begets luxury I suppose. Could do without most of it. But a nice drink will be a welcomed change to whatever they were serving before we left. Remember, Kassan and snobby. Watching Niall for some social clues, Rosseyn walks into the club with a look of disapproval on his face. Turning to Ryden, he asks "Couldn't they have spruced the place up before we got here?"

When Niall points out Lang to the group, Rosseyn will walk over to his table and, at Niall's introduction, take a seat. "Varren. Aldric Varren. This Ceiling Club has terrible service. The woman didn't even offer to take my coat. Do they at least have drinkable cocktails here?" He looks at Lang and asks "What are you imbibing there?" If he sees a waiter, he'll snap them over to the table and request a shellfish and mushroom stew with provincial herbs. "See to it that your chef uses the freshest ingredients available."
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Re: The Ceiling Club

Postby Ryden » Mon Dec 18, 2017 8:19 pm

Perception: 1d20+4 = 9
JIC: 1d100 = 74, 1d20 = 17
Research 108%/1d100 = 89 What is a good drink here? How are drinks ordered by vets and the well to do. Make sure to look past the obvious taps laid by the social climbers. PASS
Find Contraband and Illegal Weapons 63%/1d100 = 96 Anyone selling anything illicit? Anyone buying anything illicit? FAIL
Impersonation 43%/1d100 = 34 to act like a Kassan entrepreneur; working three or four angles at a time. PASS
Intelligence 69%/1d100 = 41 to get a read of the room, get a read of reactions, etc. Also to keep an eye on security. PASS

On the way there, Ryden downloads some texts on mechanical and physical engineering, weapon development, and safe handling of explosives. He would have to get some of the others to give him pointers, but with his recall and speed reading, he'd be on his way to true mastery in no time.

Ryden breezes in with the others, and while he looks cool and collected, he's honestly impressed. Of course he manages to turn that impressed feeling into someone appraising the place for a buyout rather than a fanboy wondering if he could get his girlfriend to come here. 'It would be one hell of a night. Expensive, but who cares. Decent music too.' He runs a Music ID program in the background, compiling a list of the music played.* He shrugs at Nova's affected air. "Not like they knew you were coming." Of course the simple arrogance that they would have done more had they known was a subtle Kassan dig. The fact that it was subtle and had the appearance of giving them a break was brilliant.

He had to hand it to both of the silver spoons though. He might have the more technical knowledge, but both of them had a simple presence in this setting he was having to turn up his acting to simply keep up with. No one would mistake him for anything but Kassan, but in the end he is still a geek, and only so much acting skill can cover that. So instead he decides to take a more honest tactic. He assumes the mein of someone who views everything as an investment opporunity.

At the table, he nods to Lang, and even shakes his hand if the man offers, but is otherwise content with introducing himself. "Mister Alton. Samil Breen, we communicated electronically. You have met my business associates. Good to meet you in person." He will order from either the waiter or the electronic menu, whichever is appropriate for the venue based on his research.


*Just flavor, no need for anything here.
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Re: The Ceiling Club

Postby Augur » Wed Dec 20, 2017 7:17 pm

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Local Time: Day 49, 2001


Ryden nods to Lang. "Mister Alton. Samil Breen, we communicated electronically. You have met my business associates. Good to meet you in person." His research en route to the club came up largely inconclusive. Opinions regarding favored drinks were highly varied by reviewers, and there's no custom regarding ordering noted or mentioned. Security, by all appearances, is tight, if not impenetrable, but the club is filled with countless people engaged in small talk, flirtations, watching commentary on pre-match shows, and enjoying meals and discussions of a variety of natures. Doubtless, by the relatively posh dress of most people present, there were likely business deals being discussed as well.

Niall smirks at Lang. "Nice place," he says, sarcastically. He gestures at the seats. "May we?"

"Varren. Aldric Varren. This Ceiling Club has terrible service. The woman didn't even offer to take my coat. Do they at least have drinkable cocktails here?" Rosseyn introduces himself, queries Lang as to his drink, then flags down a waiter to order some refreshments. Rosseyn's senses are keenly aware that there are literally dozens of hidden video recording and monitoring devices monitoring every square inch of the club's floor.

Niall waits for Lang's nod, and sits. He extends his hand. "Vanko Borias." He sizes the man up. He appears completely at ease, and every bit the man he seems to convey: a man of business in an informal setting getting to know some potential clients. An approach and situation well within Niall's own wheelhouse of experience.

Lang waves all three to sit down, and leans across the table to shake each of their hands in turn. "Please, be seated, gentlemen, but hold your questions a second, the match is just starting!" His eyes affix to a holographic projector just over their shoulders. "It's a Klikitan Iceberg. Not too sweet, not too strong," he answers Rosseyn's question. His eyes never leave the projected image behind them. Over his shoulder the three of them see the holo-display split into ten different camera perspectives. On two of them are Halko and Cairo. Each is alone. "I always pay special attention to the opening minutes of a match, as that's when the real mettle and tactical knowledge of a combatant is shown." Halko is seen to be stabbed and slashed by thrusting and retracting spears which emerge from the walls to either side of him without warning and with stunning alacrity as he makes his way through the first passage in which he finds himself. In the holo-image next to Halko's, the Danaus vanishes from sight. "That sly bastard!" Lang cries. "I'd bet he's going to stay fresh and lie in wait for the others to beleaguer themselves fighting each other." The panel beside the Danaus shows the Atorian turn into a blur of motion as she races ahead at incredible speed, her arms slashing to either side of her to ward off attacks by vines and spears alike move with uncanny accuracy and lightning speed. The next panel shows Cairo conjure a force disc, hop on it, wrap himself in shadow, and begin to fly forward hugging close to the ground. As he picks up speed, the shadow clearly marks his location as the seeming blot of ink suspended in mid-air contrasts immensely with the surroundings. "Ahh, that one, the big free agent, he shows a great deal of power, but his tactical grasp of his powers seems limited. Powerful or not, this could go badly for him." Cairo's beginning to pick up speed and the walls seem to come alive with aggressive vines when Alton raises his glass in what appears to be a custom of collective agreement and social bonding. "To the best combatant may the victory go!"

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Re: The Ceiling Club

Postby Ryden » Fri Dec 29, 2017 4:10 pm

Perception: 1d20+4 = 14+4 =18
JIC: 1d20 = 8, 1d100 = 9
Anthropology: Alien 23%/1d100 = 72 - To learn more about those around them FAIL!
Intelligence 69%/1d100 = 15 - to learn their host PASS!

Ryden nods. "Seems confident, perhaps overconfident," he says of the one he knows to be Fang. "The vines seem to like him though." Ryden continues commenting on the match as it happens, neither favoring nor distancing himself from discussing Halko and Cairo. 'As long as neither dies, their fate is largely their own to forge, and it will do me no good to be concerned over it, secretly or not.' He orders a drink when the opportunity arises, but mostly focuses on the social interaction and learning the game, learning their host.
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Re: The Ceiling Club

Postby Niall » Wed Jan 03, 2018 7:39 am

Perception: 1d20+2 = 16

JIC: 1d20 = 20 (Nat. 20!)
JIC: 1d100 = 46

Lang wrote: "Please, be seated, gentlemen, but hold your questions a second, the match is just starting!"


Niall slides into his seat and half turns his body to face the screen, a smirk playing on his lips - itself an old habit from his days of carousing the various nightclubs and hotspots back home. He speaks over his shoulder to his companions. "Did either of you bother to wager on this? Whom do you like?"

If or when the server comes, Niall will order a drink, pointing to Lang's cocktail, raising one finger. "One of those, if you would be so kind."

Lang wrote: "I always pay special attention to the opening minutes of a match, as that's when the real mettle and tactical knowledge of a combatant is shown."


Niall smiles. Same as in any business meeting - and he's confirmed my suspicions completely. This meeting is a formality - a business-style show of force, and nothing more. He smirks at Lang. "Tactical knowledge? Do you have military experience, Mr. Lang?"

He turns back to the screens, watching the combatants, gauging their skills and abilities against what the team already knows.

Intelligence ☞ 70% 1d100 = 60 (to see if anything on screen openly contradicts the information we'd gathered - SUCCESS)

Lang wrote:"To the best combatant may the victory go!"


If we've been served, Niall raises his glass with a nod. "May our risks be small, and our payoff large." He takes a sip of his beverage, makes a disdainful face, and sets the glass down without comment. If we've not been served yet, Niall looks irritatedly for the waitress, and shrugs at Lang.
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Re: The Ceiling Club

Postby Augur » Sat Jan 06, 2018 12:02 pm

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Local Time: Day 49, 2015


Lang wrote: "Please, be seated, gentlemen, but hold your questions a second, the match is just starting!"

Niall slides into his seat and half turns his body to face the screen, a smirk playing on his lips - itself an old habit from his days of carousing the various nightclubs and hotspots back home. He speaks over his shoulder to his companions. "Did either of you bother to wager on this? Whom do you like?"

Lang draws his attention away from the opening moments of the match to look squarely at Niall. "No, I didn't place a bet. Gambling on such sports is a fool's errand without extensive and detailed research, and I frankly don't have the time for such." He shrugs. "The Hippodrome's tourneys are merely a hobby of which I am a passionately interested fan. My gut tells me that Giga's got the edge in this match. She's ferocious, skilled, and smart. Just look at that brash newcomer gunning for her. I bet she'll not be stupid enough to go toe-to-toe with him. No, she tends to select her targets carefully, take opportunistic strikes, and engage in hit and run tactics until the field has been narrowed down some, and--exclaims something that doesn't translate well as he stands bolt-upright with a start--did you see the uppercut that newcomer landed on Euger?!"

A server swiftly arrives just behind and to one side of Niall who orders a duplicate of Lang's cocktail. Ryden follows suit, ordering a drink as well. Lang shakes his head as he sits back down.

Lang wrote:"I always pay special attention to the opening minutes of a match, as that's when the real mettle and tactical knowledge of a combatant is shown."

Niall smirks at Lang. "Tactical knowledge? Do you have military experience, Mr. Lang?"

Lang looks momentarily puzzled. "Me? Oh, no. I'm a businessman, always have been. I can admire the courage and skill of such people, but I don't have the skills, aptitude, or inclination for such. My battlefield is the boardroom. My sword is the stylus. My victory is the profitable exchange." Niall turns back to the screens, watching the combatants, gauging their skills and abilities against what the team already knows. Budu Sh'Yeenen has indeed exhibited advanced hand to hand combat training, but on-screen Niall suddenly sees him rocket at incredible speed like a living projectile through the narrow passageways--something not detailed in the articles they'd read.

Lang wrote:"Ahh, that one, the big free agent, he shows a great deal of power, but his tactical grasp of his powers seems limited. Powerful or not, this could go badly for him."

Ryden nods. "Seems confident, perhaps overconfident," he says of the one he knows to be Fang. "The vines seem to like him though." Ryden continues commenting on the match as it happens, neither favoring nor distancing himself from discussing Halko and Cairo.

Lang wrote:"To the best combatant may the victory go!"

Niall and Ryden raise their glasses. Niall follows Lang's toast with his own. "May our risks be small, and our payoff large." He takes a sip of his beverage, makes a disdainful face, and sets the glass down without comment. Lang smiles broadly. "Ah, and we come to the business at hand." Lang switches his gaze to Ryden. "Mr. Breen, the 'largish quantities' of which you spoke...can you give me an estimate in calories of how much you're looking to purchase? Do you have any logistical concerns? What problem are you looking to solve? The more information you provide, the better I can put my knowledge to use in solving your problem?"
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Re: The Ceiling Club

Postby Niall » Mon Jan 08, 2018 6:51 am

Perception: 1d20+2 = 6

JIC: 1d20 = 5
JIC: 1d100 = 94

Lang wrote: "Ah, and we come to the business at hand. Mr. Breen, the 'largish quantities' of which you spoke...can you give me an estimate in calories of how much you're looking to purchase? Do you have any logistical concerns? What problem are you looking to solve? The more information you provide, the better I can put my knowledge to use in solving your problem?"


Niall perks up. Turning to Ryden, he says, "What did the colonists request? Something like 2 million kilocalories? But I suspect they can make do with half that, initially. But time is a factor for them."

Niall awaits a response from Ryden. Ryden's been his main point of contact - don't want to look like I'm taking over the deal from him... "cutting him off at the knees", as father would say.

As he politely waits, his mind rockets, trying to discern answers to the questions posed to Ryden. I knew we should've done a pre-meeting briefing... What'd we decide? Colony is located at a... proprietary installation, the location is a trade secret. So need to establish a drop point somewhere to converge with 'company cargo haulers'. We need to know the volume of cargo to expect, and the cost, and if possible get a variety of food flavors and textures while providing quality nutrition... surely Ryden's worked this all out as well. He looks to Ryden, affecting a dispassionate air.

He chuckles. "Colonists can be so picky."
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Re: The Ceiling Club

Postby Ryden » Fri Jan 12, 2018 8:26 am

Perception 1d20+8 = 13
JIC: 1d20 = 13, 1d100 = 76

Lang wrote:"Mr. Breen, the 'largish quantities' of which you spoke...can you give me an estimate in calories of how much you're looking to purchase? Do you have any logistical concerns? What problem are you looking to solve? The more information you provide, the better I can put my knowledge to use in solving your problem?"

Niall wrote:"What did the colonists request? Something like 2 million kilocalories? But I suspect they can make do with half that, initially. But time is a factor for them."

Thinking back on their conversation about this before they left, Ryden answers. "Two million k-cals is ideal, yes. As for logistical concerns, we'd like to keep our colony locations a trade secret, so we'd meet in a neutral location, ideally away from Grymden if only to maintain confidentiality. We're flexible on the exact location, however. Also, we'd use standard agri-product shipping containers, which can be returned as part of a standard recurring deal. But as I said in my communique, I am merely the point man and do the analysis. My companions will do the majority of the negotiations." There is no sign of deference, merely a division of labor that is common in the business world and beyond. Specialists handle their specialty.
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Re: The Ceiling Club

Postby Rosseyn » Fri Jan 12, 2018 11:01 am

Perception: 1d20+2 = 19+3 regarding modern technology, +5 to perceiving any tactile characteristics
JIC: 1d20 = 18/1d100 = 56

With one eye on the match, Rosseyn sees just enough to know that his squadmates are holding their own. For the moment. Don't be hardheaded, you two. Tap out if you need to.

"Klikitan Iceberg. When this expedience challenged waitstaff comes back with my food, I shall order one. I am less of a sporting man, more into the artistic endeavors. But I can appreciate the thrill of physical exertion and challenge when need be." Rosseyn gives one more look at the screens and then his attention is set on the events at the table.

Niall and Ryden open up the negotiations and Rosseyn inserts himself as the money man. "Those are the details. Tell us Mister Lang, what would your estimate for something of this caliber be, pricewise?" He keeps his eyes on Lang's face to show he means business as well as to look for any signs that might help in the negotiations.
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Galactic Standard Automatic Pistol: Range: 200 feet. Damage: 5D6 per shot, double for short burst. Rate of Fire: Single shot or short burst. Payload: 15/15.
Battle Harness w/ Ball Bearings, Throwing Knives

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Constant Conditions: Impervious to Fear & Terror, Mechanical Awareness, Heightened Sense of Touch.

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Re: The Ceiling Club

Postby Augur » Fri Jan 12, 2018 1:14 pm

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Ryden wrote:Thinking back on their conversation about this before they left, Ryden answers. "Two million k-cals is ideal, yes. As for logistical concerns, we'd like to keep our colony locations a trade secret, so we'd meet in a neutral location, ideally away from Grymden if only to maintain confidentiality. We're flexible on the exact location, however. Also, we'd use standard agri-product shipping containers, which can be returned as part of a standard recurring deal. But as I said in my communique, I am merely the point man and do the analysis. My companions will do the majority of the negotiations."

Mr. Lang nods casually, clearly taking such provisos in stride as only mildly outside the norm. "Those stipulations shouldn't be a problem. Nystum might be an ideal system for such a hand-off. It's not far from Grymdin's current position, so that would minimize travel expenses, and the Lupis are a very business-friendly people, and their home system is always fairly busy with interstellar commerce."
Rosseyn wrote:Niall and Ryden open up the negotiations and Rosseyn inserts himself as the money man. "Those are the details. Tell us Mister Lang, what would your estimate for something of this caliber be, pricewise?" He keeps his eyes on Lang's face to show he means business as well as to look for any signs that might help in the negotiations.

"Well, that depends on the quality of the product requested as well as the diversity of the foodstuffs themselves. A diet of Phorillan pudding and Shissan spade-leaf, while nutritious and delicious for those who like spicy foods, would certainly run into the tens of millions of credits. Not all calories are equally priced, of course. But I gather you're in the market for rather standard fare so far as Kassans are concerned. Correct me if I'm wrong, of course, but I'm inferring that you're more concerned about the colonists being able to survive than enjoy a culinary variety of flavors. Without getting into specifics, I'd ballpark a low-cost, high-nutrition menu of two million kilo-calories at around a million credits, not factoring in travel, administration, or other secondary costs. What are your time constraints regarding such an order?"
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