And now he must address every opponent as 'Mister Anderson' while adjusting his shades.
That's certainly true whenever he's running his favorite personality-chip which I bought. He's not addicted... yet.
Oh dear.
Well, it isnt like reading an RFID card discretely is terribly hard. You dont need super advanced kit for that. Basically a cellphone and a driven antenna down a pant leg.
You're not wrong.
First Shadowrun campaign session, continued. Switching to first person.
First off, I had to run home, because I wasn't wearing my tricked-out armor jacket and 5 weapons to the fricken elf bar. I have specific Elrond robes for that (which actually might give a bonus to social checks... Maybe in Run Faster? Doesn't matter).
I probably could have caught a ride, but I chose to run, my character was a bit out of sorts for reasons
The Decker-elf's apartment happened to be fairly close to mine, anyway, since we're both medium-affluent. But I had to catch a taxi to the target mini-corp.
Bottom line, I was late to our temp job.
Queue like an hour of our decker refusing to let my character in because my SIN is illegal (actually she never even scanned it, but there was a lot of Skype crosstalk). I had to step aside for like 3 cars while she/they/whatever pretended not to know me - which was, while hilarious, also total BS
But hilarious IC and OOC.
And honestly, my character had every reason to laugh as well - even find it moderately amusing. He was desperate to find an in for shadowrunning in this city. And she was a notable celebrity, if only in low circles. Not to mention other factors.
Eventually some trolls drive up in a pretty rad car, covered in meme-paper. They try the gate, but have only one SIN... Which does check out, IIRC, and I don't think our fake-job's handler gave us instructions for this situation. Fortunately the Decker-bitch does have guile, and demands SINs for everyone. They say "Urr okay sure" and park in the median while they...
Well I don't know what the pretense was, but they pretty quickly unload and start scaling the wall. I (still outside) hide behind the streetcorner. Decker is literally not being paid enough for this (even the boss was artfully apathetic in our briefing) and follows the actual instructions, laying low and calling Lone Star. The sorta-kinda-whatever police.
A few turns pass. Something important happens, but I'll put that off until we finish this troll gang thread. Here we go: Lone Star rolled absolute shit, I dove through the gate while Decker-lady briefly opened it for a car, then I helped Lonestar incapacitate the gangmembers. We actually got a- OH SHIT WE GOT A BOUNTY, I forgot!! Not sure if I just forgot, or if deva-decker simply didn't tell the rest of us heh.
Incidentally, I love the power glove. It's so bad.
Meanwhile a special someone drove up to the security gate. He passed a special RFID card to our Decker (still working the gate). She had him wait while we [figured out the decking rules] copied the data off, then gave it back. Mission technically accomplished.
Much laughs and such were had over a job well done. Until someone drove up to the gatehouse with a note, which I received (I took hir place).
The game had changed.