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I figure I shouldn't post right now, and wait for Thomasina or Inkwell's response.

Yeah, sounds good.

The Three-Horned BatCafe by the Dock, Late Afternoon Status: Lying across multiple chairs, hooves out. Tuskless. Has a soda. Looking into the Astral. Cathy stiffens at Nyx's approach, definitely not expecting the elf to 'see' her facial features with her hands. Cathy doesn't mind, however, letting her touch away. Her face is generally considered handsome, with a sharp jawline and long, thin nose. She's lucky to not have seriously broken it with her previous career, though Nyx can feel signs of previous injuries spread across her face, the orc's skin not uniformly smooth or soft under her fingers. Lots of blunt trauma, any lasting damage visually inobvious. She stretches out in her seat once Nyx finishes, smirking at her. "Secrets, huh? Suits your vibe." "Huh. Didn't know that was possible, trauma carrying over like that." Is this part of her religious thing? Sounds weird. Cathy doesn't know jack about souls or birth defects, as her general education was... lacking, to say the least. Speaking of schooling, she doesn't grokk any of the symbols she sees on Nyx's outfit, though the shapes are vaguely recognizable as some half-remembered thing she may have saw at some point. The whole ensemble practically screams 'elf'. Cathy realizes she's been staring for a long while, but who cares? She certainly doesn't. "Loving the blindfold. It and your hair ties everything together. No clue what any of it means, but you're really rolling the look." Her eyes dart over at the waitstaff (and quiet guy slumped in the corner), before she leans over and lowers her voice for only Nyx to hear. "As an Awakened to Awakened, I didn't know you could use a foci for looks in the astral, it textures your aura nicely. Is your getup designed to look good under astral sight?" Cathy hasn't met many people who can pull that off, including herself. Actions & OoC Physical Stun -1 -1 -2 -2 -3 -3 -4 -4 -5 -5 Edge 4/4, StatsBod 5 Agl 6 Rea 6 Str 5 Edge 4Cha 3 Log 2 Int 5 Will 4 Magic 1 Physical 8 Mental 5 (6 Percep, 11 hearing) Social 5 Astral 5, Conditions• Astral Perception: -2 on pools for actions dealing with the physical world. Drugs / BTLs • None, GearWorn/Carried Gear Clothing: Urban Explorer (9), Forearm Guards (+1) • Mask (+2, Flare Compensation) Weapon: Remington Roomsweeper (8/8r) • 2 clips (8 regular, 8 fletchette) Misc. • Shiawase Jishi (Commlink) • Microcamera, Earplugs (Select Sound III) • BTLs, Credsticks, Datachips, Slap Patches Duffle Bag • Crowbar, Microwelder, Gecko-Tape Gloves • Smoke Grenades • Meta-Link, Medkit (III), Towel Bicycle, Active Effects• Astral Perception: Active. • Skimmers: Off. PAN - Online (Rating III) • Shiawase Jishi [Master] Actions (Init: XX) • Misc: Checking out Nyx. Hands: Soda

The Three-Horned BatCafe by the Dock, Late Afternoon Status: Lying across multiple chairs, hooves out. Sipping a soda, chilling. Looking into the Astral. Cathy leans back in her seat, arms crossed behind her head as she sets her gaze on the ceiling. She momentarily waves one of the waitstaff over, ordering a soda while she looks through the astral. Not much around, place seems clear. The satyr glances over at "Sure, I'm always game for that. It's not gonna be some formalized social networking bull, right? If the only entertainment's other people, everyone there better be primed to act damn entertaining, or else I might as well only be there for the catering." She raps her fingers on the tabletop, rhymically. She shoots Tonight a couple of messages. [That one over there?] Cathy gestures off in the yacht's direction with her drink. Not like anyone else would figure out what she's doing, boat's too far. [Eh, maybe. You know, there's a lot of people over there. At least 20, maybe 30; I didn't bother counting. So if that's just the help doing prep, then the boat is gonna be packed.] Cathy turns towards Nyx, realizing she's gone off track for a minute there. "Oh, yeah. I'm a Satyr, by the way. An orc variant, not a troll, though you probably would be guessing for a while before you hit that answer." She points at her mouth, smiling wide to let the blind woman see. "No tusks, for one." The satyr conspicuously crosses her legs, her pants already rolled up to reveal well-muscled calves covered in dark fur, seemingly bending backwards at a third leg joint before they reach her cybernetic hooves. Yes, the lack of tusks is her most obvious feature. "How do you see me? I thought the blindfold might've been for the looks, but you describe drek like you've got an ultrasound chipped in. Doesn't sound like the Astral either." Speaking of, Cathy finds herself struck with the urge to assense people's auras. Nyx's especially, given her nature. Catherine's always been a slave to her impulses. Wait, is that... "Huh, they really do have braille menus. Figured most places used AR chips for that kind of thing. This cafe's pretty slick." Actions & OoC Physical Stun -1 -1 -2 -2 -3 -3 -4 -4 -5 -5 Edge 4/4, StatsBod 5 Agl 6 Rea 6 Str 5 Edge 4Cha 3 Log 2 Int 5 Will 4 Magic 1 Physical 8 Mental 5 (6 Percep, 11 hearing) Social 5 Astral 5, Conditions• Astral Perception: -2 on pools for actions dealing with the physical world. Drugs / BTLs • None, GearWorn/Carried Gear Clothing: Urban Explorer (9), Forearm Guards (+1) • Mask (+2, Flare Compensation) Weapon: Remington Roomsweeper (8/8r) • 2 clips (8 regular, 8 fletchette) Misc. • Shiawase Jishi (Commlink) • Microcamera, Earplugs (Select Sound III) • BTLs, Credsticks, Datachips, Slap Patches Duffle Bag • Crowbar, Microwelder, Gecko-Tape Gloves • Smoke Grenades • Meta-Link, Medkit (III), Towel Bicycle, Active Effects• Astral Perception: Active. • Skimmers: Off. PAN - Online (Rating III) • Shiawase Jishi [Master] Actions (Init: XX) • Misc: Assensing Nyx (she's probably got something cool going on), then people in the room at random. Assensing Results • General state of the subject’s health (healthy, injured, ill, etc.). • Subject’s general emotional state or impression (sad, frustrated, happy, etc.). • Whether they're mundane or awakened (virtuakinetics don't count). • The class of a magical subject (fire elemental, manipulation spell, power focus, curse ritual, and so on). Dunno if awakened subtypes like Conjurer or Mystic Adept count. • Presence and location of any cyberware implants (Used and Standard grades only, don't need to mention specifics). • Aura's signature, letting Cathy recognize it later on. Hands: Soda

Originally I had Violet leash everyone together and then drag them, but that seemed a lil silly. Also, uh, oof, not a good roll.

Purple Dove & the Blue Blunder Purple Dove stops short of the entrance, crouching down to look at the ground. "Got a real bad feeling about this place. There's probably tons of traps around. I don't see much from here, but..." She turns to Blue, rubbing him on the head. "Do you smell any traps? Anything like uh..." She holds her crystal samples in front of his nose. "One of these, probably." The dog sniffs it, and starts searching around, but the poor dog keeps on running up by the entrance to the room full of crystals, which is an absolute no-go. He whines up at Purple Dove, confused as he keeps moving around in circles. "Ugh, dangit. They're all in there. Can't find the traps from outside the room, can't enter the room to search for traps. Or I guess we can, if we go carefully and don't trigger them. But still, it's too dangerous, we might get zapped. Though Blue's pretty zap-resistant, so if he goes first to search..." While Purple Dove continues to ponder ways around this conundrum, Blue continuously presses up against the entryway, moving in circles as he tries finding some other route. This situation's kinda freaking him out. "Argh," She mutters. This lair could be dangerous, but there shouldn't be much harm stepping a foot or two in there. If it was just me I thought I might be forgetting my meds but Blue's messed up about it too. Is the turkey really some kind of psychic? The heroine sighs. "Guess there's no way around it." Purple Dove wraps Blue's leash around her arm, using her freed-up hands to grab Coalfire and Inkwell and drag everyone into the room, even if it means ruining the totally heroic vibe they've got going on. "I think there's mind control keeping us from wanting to enter, so obviously it means we, as scheme stoppers, should enter to ruin a villain's day. Even if it means we all combust or turn into turkeys."

The Three-Horned Bat Cat?Cafe by the Dock, Late Afternoon Status: Floating on her hooves, apparently. Looks like a Cat. Peeking into the Astral. The not-troll nods at Nyx's hypothesizing, letting her talk herself out, only moving when she steps aside momentarily to let the guy pass. He didn't give off the vibe of a guy stopping for coffee. Cathy figured he was the person Nyx was waiting for, but he just walked on by with barely an acknowledgement. Some other recruit? A watcher? Eh. Should probably ask Nyx about it. And correc "Sure thing. My name's-" "Nyx! Cat!" "...Three-horned Bat if we're doing this with gimmicky names. Don't need to say the whole thing, it's always been a fancy title." Huh, figures she's here too. Weird. Cathy gives Tonight a casual wave as the lady tires herself out, glancing over at Nyx. She shrugs and follows the reporter inside, taking in the weirdly empty cafe. She pulls aside a couple of chairs for herself, using one to prop her feet up and let her hooves dangle. "Nice to see you too. Really didn't expect this." She says, opening up a call for Tonight to pick up whenever she feels ready. "But before we get into things, uh, do either of you know that guy?" She rudely jams a thumb at the guy. You know, the guy. Black hair, middle-aged in the way that makes it hard to tell how old he really is, with a big jacket. Only guy in the room if you discount the waitstaff. Huh. Waitstaff. Place has some odd vibes. Maybe she should check, just in case... Half the world falls away, a thin veneer sticking to her senses as all things material washes out of reality. There's vibrant spots in the room, vibrating, her own aura oscillating up more brightly than the rest with how she's peeking into the astral. Nothing here? Actions & OoC Physical Stun -1 -1 -2 -2 -3 -3 -4 -4 -5 -5 Edge 4/4, StatsBod 5 Agl 6 Rea 6 Str 5 Edge 4Cha 3 Log 2 Int 5 Will 4 Magic 1 Physical 8 Mental 5 (6 Percep, 11 hearing) Social 5 Astral 5, Conditions• Astral Perception: -2 on pools for actions dealing with the physical world. Drugs / BTLs • None, GearWorn/Carried Gear Clothing: Urban Explorer (9), Forearm Guards (+1) • Mask (+2, Flare Compensation) Weapon: Remington Roomsweeper (8/8r) • 2 clips (8 regular, 8 fletchette) Misc. • Shiawase Jishi (Commlink) • Microcamera, Earplugs (Select Sound III) • BTLs, Credsticks, Datachips, Slap Patches Duffle Bag • Crowbar, Microwelder, Gecko-Tape Gloves • Smoke Grenades • Meta-Link, Medkit (III), Towel Bicycle, Active Effects• Astral Perception: Active. • Skimmers: Off. PAN - Online (Rating III) • Shiawase Jishi [Master] Actions (Init: XX) • Misc: Astral Perception, looking for things in the Astral. Hands: Empty

Catherine LagosCafe by the Dock, Late Afternoon Status: Relaxed. Music's playing. Ready to sit on her bum and wait for whatever decides to roll her way. A tall blob shows up a short ways away, taking a long, casual stride along the sidewalk, her chrome hooves not making much sound against the plascrete thanks to her sandals. Not that they usually would, Cathy's pretty quiet. To those with eyes and three-dimensional spatial senses, the satyr's not wearing anything special, a jacket loosely hung over an obviously sleeveless jumpsuit, the latter made out of a protective weave. Just because she's not being loud with her outfit doesn't make her discreet, however. Kinda hard to try, really, with her sweeping ram's horns curling up around her head like a wreath, or her cybernetic ears, pointed more like an animal's than a metahuman's. Cathy stops in front of the café, giving the much, much shorter person a once-over. She couldn't help but overhear the elf talking on her comms (which would be rude if Cathy wasn't like 20 meters away at the time), and given her general appearance (Definitely a mage or mysticism-fangirl), the blindfolded woman is probably here for the same reasons Cathy is. Probably. "'Lo. So, you're here for the 'four in the evening' meeting too?" the blob asks Nyx. She glances up at the sun, light still clearly felt at this time of day, and adjusts the dufflebag slung over her shoulder. Up close, it's apparent Cathy's got a weapon, a rather chunky pistol by her hip, but she probably can't draw it without fixing her bag first. It's kinda in the way. Actions & OoC Physical Stun -1 -1 -2 -2 -3 -3 -4 -4 -5 -5 Edge 4/4, StatsBod 5 Agl 6 Rea 6 Str 5 Edge 4Cha 3 Log 2 Int 5 Will 4 Magic 1 Physical 8 Mental 5 (6 Percep, 11 hearing) Social 5 Astral 5, Conditions• None of note. Drugs / BTLs • None, GearWorn/Carried Gear Clothing: Urban Explorer (9), Forearm Guards (+1) • Mask (+2, Flare Compensation) Weapon: Remington Roomsweeper (8/8r) • 2 clips (8 regular, 8 fletchette) Misc. • Shiawase Jishi (Commlink) • Microcamera, Earplugs (Select Sound III) • BTLs, Credsticks, Datachips, Slap Patches Duffle Bag • Crowbar, Microwelder, Gecko-Tape Gloves • Smoke Grenades • Meta-Link, Medkit (III), Towel Bicycle, Active Effects• Astral Perception: Inactive. • Skimmers: Off. PAN - Online (Rating III) • Shiawase Jishi [Master] Actions (Init: XX) • Misc: Checking out Nyx. Hands: Empty

Unsure if I should've posted, cause this is like, reacting more than doing anything. Doesn't prompt much. But I'm at a loss as to what to do besides repeating my earlier post's actions.

Purple Dove & the Blue Blunder Violet shivers, rubbing out her palms in an attempt to get rid of the tingly feeling. Blue's ears perk up, standing so high they're partially flopping over to the side instead of drooping straight down. He noses at Purple Dove's pouch, prompting her to fish for... "Right, the crystals. Should watch out for anything weird. Thanks for the reminder, Blue." She gives his head a scratch, his ears flopping back down to their usual state as he relaxes for a moment, tail wagging. Purple Dove holds out one of the orange crystals to the light, keeping one eye on them while the group approaches the glow.

Gonna check dice rolls here. There's probably a way to automatically count hits, though dunno if you can also check for glitches too. Okay, got the hits part down, at least. Just use the Success command, then set the threshold on the right 5 and above.

Catherine LagosMiami Sidestreets, Midday Status: Satiated. Messy. Kinda suspicious in a nervous kind of way she won't admit is nerves. Cathy's busily sitting on a bench, chowing down on a freshly bought set of arepas. Steaming with each bite, they're hefty things, making a small mess out of her hands as the orc futilely fails to wrangle them back into form. She probably shouldn't have asked them to stuff them extra full when she saw how small they did them, meal would've gone way smoother if she got five. A faint chime rings by her head, commlink alerting her to a message from some unhelpfully unlabeled number. She sits up in her bench and starts a mental command to bring it up. She listens as the message reads itself aloud in her head, electronic words taking on an odd texture compared to all the noise she's hearing from her spot by the streets. Evening? At four? Where is this guy from, the artic? Cathy chews slowly, raising a brow at the wording. 'On good authority', 'illicit', 'liberating', drek reeks of a guy who likes to hear himself talk. Aren't you supposed to be vague about this kind of thing? She doesn't really get it. But wow that's a solid chunk of nuyen. Maybe she's being a bit judgy. She vaguely remembers Sandra telling her she was forwarding her portfolio around to various folk, the messenger's probably following up on that. She takes a moment to come up with a reply, not knowing the person on the other side won't respond, or perhaps even read it. Cathy glances down at her hands. Maybe she should wash up a bit? Not just the hands, but the all of it. She should probably get her things ready too. It's not too far a trip, but it'd really suck if the job-offerer expected her to go all go-time right then and there when she doesn't even have a spare clip on her. The orc swallows her last bit of dough and stands up, idly wiping herself clean with a napkin. Break's over. She grabs her bike from its spot leaning by her side, and kicks it off, moving to get herself prepped. Might need to kill some time before she heads to the meet, hopefully she'll figure out something productive. Show this Physical Stun -1 -1 -2 -2 -3 -3 -4 -4 -5 -5 Edge 4/4, StatsBod 5 Agl 6 Rea 6 Str 5 Edge 4Cha 3 Log 2 Int 5 Will 4 Magic 1 Physical 8 Mental 5 (6 Percep, 11 hearing) Social 5 Astral 5, Conditions• None of note. Drugs / BTLs • None, GearWorn/Carried Gear Clothing: Urban Explorer (9), Forearm Guards (+1) • Mask (+2, Flare Compensation) Weapon: Remington Roomsweeper (8/8r) • 2 clips (8 regular, 8 fletchette) Misc. • Shiawase Jishi • Microcamera, Earplugs (Select Sound III) • BTLs, Credsticks, Datachips, Slap Patches Duffle Bag • Crowbar, Microwelder, Gecko-Tape Gloves • Smoke Grenades • Meta-Link, Medkit (III), Towel Bicycle, Active EffectsGonna cram the details or last known status of anything persistent that needs keeping track of in here. Sometimes ephemeral, othertimes it's the location of her dropped commlink. This a tad generic, cause Cathy doesn't need much; if you're copying this you should probably have a dedicated section more specific to your character like 'Active Spells' or 'RCC'. • Astral Perception: Inactive. • Skimmers: Off. PAN - Online (Rating 3) • Shiawase Jishi [Master] Actions (Init: XX) • Misc: Grabbing her things, then going down to the location at the dock. Hands: Empty

Made it myself, trying to transcribe most stuff manually. Still feels a bit messy rn >.>

Okay ah, cleaned up post. Got a table format for attacks and stuff, now. Made some minor modifications to gear as I added that in, listed hereBought 2 spare magazines for her gun. (-10 nuyen) Removed Stealth tags cause it's a lil odd. (+10 nuyen) Swapped the 4 smokebombs for more expensive thermal variants (-80 nuyen). Got a quick-draw holster. (-175 nuyen) For the mask, I added YNT Softweave fabric (so it's customized to comfortably fit around her horns, can't actually afford to stuff it with mods so it serves no practical use ...yet :3c), and swapped the Simrig for Responsive Interface Gear, but just the head portion. Gear doesn't work on its own, but fits her background better; she'll upgrade her body armor later to get full simsense recording ability. Also swapped Thermographic Vision with a internal gas mask, cause well, does she really need to see much? She's got ultrasound sensors in her skull. Along with a seperately bought Simrig, this brings no change to her nuyen (1,000 + 500 = 300 + 0 + 200, + 1,000)..

Purple Dove & the Blue Blunder "Yeah, good idea. I'll go and see if the paramedics have something for your headaches." Violet goes and does just that, first making sure the old guy's in safe hands. And next, the cave... Purple Dove & the Blue Blunder, now at the Cave! "Nice find! Let's hope there's something here that'll make this all make sense." Purple Dove turns back, giving Coalfire and Inkwell a nod and thumbs-up. Blue interrupts her by striding forth into the hole in the hill, Violet stumbling a bit before trying to keep pace with the hound. The dog sniffs about, his big wet nose pressed to the ground. Dim light ahead, Dim Flashlight behind, it's dim all around.