conversations.from: system
conversations.value: *At present, we have enough players to start, but I will be keeping this open for a while.  Players willing to go with the Sex Worker, Daemonic Couriers, or Fledgling Roadie cards or make up their own will be given priority.*
  
  **One band member slot remaining.**
  **Since we have started, new band member characters will be people trying to get into the band, not already in it.**
  
  *Oh yeah, we've started, but we're still looking for 3 or 4 new faces in here.*
  
  Follow the career of a hot new band by the name of the Laughing Men, whoa re taking the streets of Neuvous Paris by storm. Or they son will be anyway. This is a classic cyberpunk tale of sex, Better Than Life chips, record deals, and of course, rock n' roll (or rather, cyber-jazz). 
  
  The band members are bickering amongst themselves over something just about every day, and their closest lackeys and camp followers keep getting stuck in the crossfire, meanwhile the lead singer is in deep into something hazardous to everyone's health. 
  
  NOTE: Like the improvisational beats and rhythms of classic jazz, I only have a vague plan of where this story is headed, as I'm leaving a lot of what happens up to the characters. This is marked as Not Safe For Work partly because I have a habit of casually dropping swears every now and then... but more because no authentic tale of a hit band can be told without plenty of sex, drugs, drama, dark comedy, and a nice dash of techno-thriller and a pinch of horror thrown in for good measure.
  
  This RP is kind of what you'd get if Shadowrun had a baby with the World of Darkness.
  
  Feel free to come up with your own cards, but please note the following:
  
  1. I will only be accepting THREE band member characters.
  
  2. No one can be the lead singer/guitarist at first. We have an npc for that.
  
  3. No Shadowrunners. You can be a retired Runner, or a wannabe, but you can't start off as an active Shadowrunner.
  
  4. Feel free to come up with your own cards as long as they follow those rules. And while I didn't put much magic into the player cards, you may make some of your own... just don't go crazy.
  
  5. All Shadowrun player races are playable, but I don't feel it necessary to put that under the "nature" section. Just make it clear in your bio what you are.
  
  6. From World of Darkness, only fledgling vampires, werewolves, and Seelie Fae are playable. You may become an Unseelie as the story progresses, but you may not start out that way.
  
  7. You can play as the Laugh Mens' Agent, but I will only be accepting one character for that role.
  More than one just doesn't seem to make sense.
  
  Other than that... have fun! Oh, and I'm looking for 8 to 12 players here. Bit of an experiment.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You’ve got your own honor, your own steel, your own code in an ugly, dangerous world.
  
  ...
  
  Suggested Strength: Tough As Steel
  
  Suggested Weakness: Malfunctions
conversations.prefix: Cybersamurai:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You cut and you kill for money — sometimes for more than money.
  
  ...
  
  Suggested Strength: Deadly Accuracy
  
  Suggested Weakness: Cold-hearted
conversations.prefix: Razorkid:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A high-capacity encrypted databank in your head makes you valuable — and a target.
  
  ...
  
  Suggested Strength: Dataport Programs
  
  Suggested Weakness: Broken Memories
conversations.prefix: Digital Courier:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The electric rush of cyberspace is why you go on living, job to job, challenge to challenge.
  
  ...
  
  Suggested Strength: Hot Reflexes
  
  Suggested Weakness: Broken-Down Body
conversations.prefix: Matrix Cowboy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A cutting-edge style hacker and culture punk, reshaping the world through your art.
  
  ...
  
  Suggested Strength: Famous Charm
  
  Suggested Weakness: Notoriety
conversations.prefix: Rockstar:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Other people’s business is your business. You’re in the intrusion racket, cracking privacy.
  
  ...
  
  Suggested Strength: Streetwise
  
  Suggested Weakness: Guilty
conversations.prefix: Private Investigator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your military history and training make you valuable. Your experience makes you dangerous.
  
  ...
  
  Suggested Strength: Arsenal
  
  Suggested Weakness: Old Wounds
conversations.prefix: Soldier of Fortune:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: In your bespoke suit, with that smile, you can change the planet.
  
  ...
  
  Suggested Strength: Sterling Connections
  
  Suggested Weakness: Obligated
conversations.prefix: Zaibatsu Officer:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Saving lives is your trade and business is booming.
  
  ...
  
  Suggested Strength: Medical License
  
  Suggested Weakness: Addicted
conversations.prefix: Cybersurgeon:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: People need information if they’re going to fight for what’s right. You give it to them.
  
  ...
  
  Suggested Strength: Great Sensors
  
  Suggested Weakness: Angry
conversations.prefix: Freelance Journalist:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You can take it. Whatever the beating, whatever the heartbreak, you can take it.
conversations.prefix: Tough As Steel:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You’re accurate with blades and bullets and words. You break hearts as easy as bones.
conversations.prefix: Deadly Accuracy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: That collection of stolen programmed skills you have serves you well. Plug and play.
conversations.prefix: Dataport Programs:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You’re wired for speed in cyberspace and meatspace alike. Real life’s almost too slow now.
conversations.prefix: Hot Reflexes:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: People are dying to meet you, to impress you, to be charmed by you. You’re so cool.
conversations.prefix: Famous Charm:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know the politics and the landscape of the streets and how to get around alive.
conversations.prefix: Streetwise:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Whatever it is — if it’s got an edge or ammo, from katanas to lasers — you can get it.
conversations.prefix: Arsenal:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know people in high places. You’re owed favors. You make things happen.
conversations.prefix: Sterling Connections:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Skilled and equipped, you can practice medicine, get drugs, and repair meat and metal.
conversations.prefix: Medical License:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Whether they’re cybernetic or all natural, your eyes and ears are razor sharp.
conversations.prefix: Great Sensors:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Without regular upkeep, all those fancy cybernetics start to hiccup and misbehave.
conversations.prefix: Malfunctions:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You’ve got to keep your feelings disconnected to do your job. Makes you distant. Cold.
conversations.prefix: Cold-hearted:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your head’s not right, riddled with blank spots and holes where memories should be.
conversations.prefix: Broken Memories:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The parts of you that aren’t wired and rehabbed are wearing down from hard use.
conversations.prefix: Broken-Down Body:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have a nasty rep for doing nasty things and it’s not wholly undeserved.
conversations.prefix: Notoriety:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Cold guilt keeps you up, makes you doubt, gets you down. Can’t undo what you did.
conversations.prefix: Guilty:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your meat and your metal are plagued by the side-effects of old wounds from old fights.
conversations.prefix: Old Wounds:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your anger and spite hold you back, cause you troubles, make you less than you are.
conversations.prefix: Angry:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Whether hungry or fed, your addiction causes you constant problems.
conversations.prefix: Addicted:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You’ve got to act a certain way to be the best you — it’s like fighting with one hand tied.
conversations.prefix: Obligated:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Earn the funds necessary to get away, even for a little while, even if it’s hard.
conversations.prefix: Score Your Escape Funds:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You draw your strength from knowing you do the job right. The whole job. Do it right.
conversations.prefix: Do The Job Right:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Maybe it’ll take money, maybe medicine, maybe something else, but you gotta get right.
conversations.prefix: Repair Yourself:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You’ll know you’re worthy when you can bring down a big target and survive.
conversations.prefix: Break A Big Target:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write and perform something that’ll make you a star again — or a bigger star, finally.
conversations.prefix: Make A Hit:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This could be the job that helps you break free of this life for something better.
conversations.prefix: Get Out of This Trap:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is honor? How will you know when you’ve got it back? How will you keep it when you do?
conversations.prefix: Reclaim Your Honor:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Fix what’s wicked in the world by enacting change from within. Make something better.
conversations.prefix: Change From Within:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Get someone clean. Get someone a fresh start. Maybe it’s you?
conversations.prefix: Get Someone Clean:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The world needs to open its eyes and look at itself. Make that happen.
conversations.prefix: Expose A Big Story:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Get a couple of good doses of whatever passes for your drug.
conversations.prefix: Score A Fix:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Get better guns.
conversations.prefix: Upgrade Your Guns:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Get the software, stims, or downloadable memories that’ll sharpen, heighten, brighten your mind.
conversations.prefix: Upgrade Your Mind:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Maybe your meat’s old or rusty, maybe you just want to look better. Get on that.
conversations.prefix: Upgrade Your Flesh:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You need a safe retreat, a place to hide or crash, where you can close your eyes.
conversations.prefix: Find A Safe House:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Someone’s lying to you. Learn something new.
conversations.prefix: Learn the Truth:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: People want you hurting or dead. Rise above and strike back.
conversations.prefix: Survive the Attack:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Close your eyes, recall the reasons, the faces, the feelings. Why are you doing all this?
conversations.prefix: Remember Why You’re Doing This:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Break the shell on that bad mother and watch what spills out into cyberspace.
conversations.prefix: Crack That Hostile Mainframe:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Score more money than you’ve got coming to you. Make them think you’re worth it.
conversations.prefix: Get A Raise:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A shiny, curved sword with a fine, delicate edge.
conversations.prefix: Monokatana:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A rapid-fire dart gun capable of delivering drugs and toxins.
conversations.prefix: Flechette Gun:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Black-market mycotoxin capable or eroding human memory engrams.
conversations.prefix: Memory-Corroding Chemical:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Big but sleek, quiet but quick, adorned with glowing paint and a hybrid engine.
conversations.prefix: Lectron Powerbike:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The new cutter program meant to overwhelm and confound defenses in cyberspace.
conversations.prefix: Cutting-Edge Anti-Security Program:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A data-stick encoded with kung-fu lessons. Load time is about 9 seconds.
conversations.prefix: A Kung-Fu Datapin:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Records audio, images, atmospheric data, chemical traces, and more.
conversations.prefix: Full-Suite Recorder:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Unfolding fabric micro-computer for portable functionality wherever you go.
conversations.prefix: Microtablet:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Personal data stolen from some corporate database, maybe worth killing for.
conversations.prefix: Stolen Data:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A simple hand-held device with a three-inch laser torch emitter.
conversations.prefix: Laser-Cutter:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A cramped, cheap coffin hotel in the city’s red-light district.
conversations.prefix: Coffin Hotel:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Not a boat at all but a roving five-seat wagon and noodle bar. The owner’s connected.
conversations.prefix: Crowded Noodle Boat:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Polished concrete, greenish glass, shiny chrome — the paperless office once promised.
conversations.prefix: Gleaming Corporate Office Suite:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The free wilds of the digital consensual hallucination yawning between fortified servers.
conversations.prefix: Cyberspace:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Layers of ramshackle favela crisscrossed with escape hatches and secret passages.
conversations.prefix: Shanty Town:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A dirty, popular club crammed with holography and digital games.
conversations.prefix: Dead Channel Nightclub:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A place of deep carpets and soft sheets high above the city.
conversations.prefix: Posh Hotel Suite:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Metal arms and faux-flesh legs dangle from hooks drilled into a low ceiling.
conversations.prefix: Gray-Market Cybernetics Shop:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Tinted dark and shiny, brimming with Japanese whiskies, and almost certainly bugged.
conversations.prefix: Spacious Limousine:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Luminescent paint glows on the black top, wet with acid rain.
conversations.prefix: The Street:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Don’t think of them as people. Think of them as things between you and freedom.
conversations.prefix: Night-Club Brawl:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Get off this roadway alive. Don’t let the motorgangs stop you.
conversations.prefix: Hostile Highway:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Run, jump, climb, drop — it’s time for some parkour-type stuff.
conversations.prefix: Rooftop Getaway:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: They want to love you or hate you. Make it work for you.
conversations.prefix: Sway the Crowd:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Flickering light-up crime-scene tape around a forgotten crime scene. Find what they missed.
conversations.prefix: Dirty Crime Scene:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: People, collectively, are animals — furious, ferocious animals. Get out of here.
conversations.prefix: Crazed Mob:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Like a 3D playing-card diamond gleaming in the matrix. Hardened with lethal ice.
conversations.prefix: The Biologique Mainframe — Cyberspace:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Tinted-black cameras and white-hot lasers want you out, want you dead. Too bad for them, right?
conversations.prefix: Hot Security Systems:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It’s time to cut. Destroy evidence, steal the prize, whatever. Cut. Then run.
conversations.prefix: Smoke It With Laser:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The tech inside you is hanging, chugging, struggling to run. Get it right.
conversations.prefix: Lock-Up:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: She says her name’s Alexa Carter which means her name is anything but Alexa Carter.
conversations.prefix: Alexa Carter:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: CEO of Biologique Unlimited, allegedly cloned from the old Cross crime family.
conversations.prefix: Virgil Cross:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Head of the Lectron biker gang known for anti-corporate activism and street violence.
conversations.prefix: Suzuki Kanon:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Hotshot tech and UI designer responsible for the newest popular cyberspace HUD.
conversations.prefix: Frederix Wu:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Former CEO of a genetics company sold to Biologique. Looking for his next startup.
conversations.prefix: Javier Cruz:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Bodyguard for hire. Expert with blades. Call her “Kelly” and she’ll show you.
conversations.prefix: Kell Glasner:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: High on something and aching for a fight with anyone fool enough to try him.
conversations.prefix: Muscular Cyborg German Dude:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Lectrons are dangerous but highly organized and loyal to Suzuki Kanon.
conversations.prefix: Lectron Rider:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: An anonymized, off-the-books corporate assassin with lethal skills. Sent by...?
conversations.prefix: Zaibatsu Assassin:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Nefarious and brilliant cyberspace code-hacker and ice-breaker known only by his handle.
conversations.prefix: The Break:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Congrats. You got in chummer. Now make the most of it.
conversations.prefix: Stranger Frames VIP pass (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Congrats. You got in chummer. Now make the most of it.
conversations.prefix: Stranger Frames VIP pass:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You need have a debt to pay now. Pray they don't alter the deal.
conversations.prefix: Favor for a Favor:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A cramped, cheap coffin hotel in the city’s red-light district.
conversations.prefix: Coffin Hotel:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Metal arms and faux-flesh legs dangle from hooks drilled into a low ceiling.
conversations.prefix: Gray-Market Cybernetics ChopShop:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A dirty, popular club crammed with holo-porn, seedy Matrix ports, and at least one sex worker for every seven customers.
conversations.prefix: Stranger Frames Nightclub:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Tinted dark and shiny, brimming with Japanese whiskies and French absinthe, and almost certainly bugged.
conversations.prefix: Spacious Limousine:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Layers of ramshackle favela crisscrossed with escape hatches and secret passages.
conversations.prefix: Shanty Town:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: That's no moon... its a Fortune 500 hotel!
  
  This is it! You're hitting the big time baby!
conversations.prefix: Lucas Arms Hotel:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Luminescent paint glows on the black top, wet with nano-pharmaceutical byproduct tainted rain. Don't hold your mouth open, children.
conversations.prefix: The Street:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Head of the Lectron biker gang known for anti-corporate activism and controlled street violence. Hates vamps and magic users. Ex-cop. When they went to take her badge and gun, she sent her former co-workers back in an urn.
conversations.prefix: Suzuki Kanon:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Lectrons are dangerous but highly organized and loyal to Suzuki Kanon. Highly xenophobic.
conversations.prefix: Lectron Rider:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: CEO of N-Dog Records, allegedly the last of a dying breed of Ancient. But she's definitely an Ancient herself, beware, for all Ancients are master manipulators, and Cross is no exception.
conversations.prefix: Virgil Cross:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: People, collectively, are animals — furious, ferocious animals. Get out of here. 
  
  Try to be careful, this flash mob looks like a bunch of idiot tourists that didn't know enough to keep their mouths shut when it rains in this berg.
conversations.prefix: Crazed Mob:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You LOVE the Laughing Men! THEY ARE THE BEST BAND IN THE UNIVERSE!
conversations.prefix: Adoring Fan:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You do oddjobs for the band, and you HAPPEN to be a fledgling vampire.
conversations.prefix: Fledging Roadie:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are one of Brennenberg's demonic servants, ferreting secrets back and forth for him. You broke free from his control  while you were passing a Laughing Man concert. Your host is starting to wake up too.
conversations.prefix: Daemonic Courier:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Other people’s business is your business. You’re in the intrusion racket, cracking privacy.
conversations.prefix: Private Investigator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're the poor kid that the Laughing Men adopted. You're not exactly sure why, but who cares? Food!
conversations.prefix: Street Urchin:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know how to make people feel good, *real* good.
  
  Don't matter if you chose the oldest profession because it sounded like a fun and easy way to make some Nuyen, or if you (or someone close to you) made some poor life choices that landed you here... you've been getting good business by following the Laughing Mens' camp, and for whatever reason, you're not about to lose that gravy train.
conversations.prefix: Sex Worker:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You don't just sell mere drugs. You sell Better Than Life chips... which give the user a memory that isn't theirs. Hope, happiness, love, despair, loss... whatever kind of memory floats their boat, you've got it.
conversations.prefix: BTL Chip Dealer:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know people in sort of high places. You’re owed favors. You make things happen. Sometimes.
conversations.prefix: Sterling Connections:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You NEED your next BTL fix, and you need it NOW. You do not feel complete without them.
conversations.prefix: BTL Addict:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Whether you're possessed by a demon, or there's another ghost in your machine, you're not quite alone in your own head. And you KNOW you're not crazy.
conversations.prefix: Angry Ghost:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your meat, your metal, and your soul are plagued by the side-effects of old wounds from old battles.
  
  Time festers all wounds.
conversations.prefix: Old Wounds:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Get rich, get famous, have fun doing it.
conversations.prefix: Make it to the Big Time, Baby:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This could be the job that helps you break free of this life for something better. Somewhere saner.
conversations.prefix: Get Out of This Trap:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The free wilds of the digital consensual hallucination yawning between fortified servers.
  
  Well, at least... the public face of it.
conversations.prefix: The Matrix - Mainstream:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The other passengers on the mag-rail tram talk furtively among themselves, avoiding eye-contact with you as you board the tram.
conversations.prefix: Crowded Mag-Rail Tram:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Polished concrete, greenish glass, shiny chrome — the paperless office once promised. Dark blue walls adorned with holo-posters of bands this label has signed deals with, bands much more successful than yours.
conversations.prefix: Record Label CEO's Personal Office Suite:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: She's the band's lead singer and guitarist. Band members have known her for most of their adult lives so far. She's strong-willed, maybe a little arrogant even, but she KNOWS how to sing and play a guitar like no one's business. An ex-Runner, she knows her way around a brawl too. She just has one rule for doing business with her: don't fuck with Junebug.
conversations.prefix: Junebug:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Standing at an imposing 7 feet tall, this man has been watching your band for a while now. Turns out he's a headhunter for N-Dog Records, one of the biggest names in the biz. He has your attention.
conversations.prefix: Bigby Cruz:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Best local information broker in the biz, he channels the spirits (and daemons) of both the Matrix, and Elsewhere. He's willing to sell any secret to almost anyone, as long as they pay him enough, don't try to kill one of his demonic couriers, and don't have a chronic backstabbing disorder. Finding and making contact with the man won't be easy, and paying his fee will be much harder. There are corporate moguls in the red with him.
conversations.prefix: Brennenburg:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You’ve got your own honor, your own steel, your own code in an ugly, dangerous world.
  
  For now, you've got a relatively cushy gig keeping The Laughing Men out of harm's reach. You're starting to get past your physical prime, and don't like Shadowrunning as much as you used to.
conversations.prefix: Street Samurai Bodyguard:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're a member of the band. I will only be accepting three characters with this nature. You can play any instrument you like, and fill any position on the band you like. EXCEPT for lead singer/guitarist. Already have any NPC for that.
  
  If you make up your own instrument, you need to describe it in your character's bio both in looks and sound, and then describe it whenever the band plays.
conversations.prefix: Laughing Men band member:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You may not have been getting The Laughing Men the best of gigs with your limited contacts, but you've been doing right by them so far. You know they could be a hit. 
  
  I will only be accepting one agent character.
conversations.prefix: Agent:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Band members only.
  
  You don't need to practice, you were born (or programmed) with all the skills you need, baby. As long as those skills involve music or bullshitting your way out of a problem.
conversations.prefix: Talent:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Band members only.
  
  You're the secret to the Laughing Mens' success (aside from your lead singer). You're the one writing the songs that connect the band to its audience. You know great art when you see it, and fakes and posers when you see them.
  
  You also have a very... creative mindset when it comes to problem solving. You tend to find very strange but effective solutions to your problems.
conversations.prefix: Artistry:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Band members only.
  
  You may not have been born with the musical genius of the next Mozart (like SOME people seem to think they were), but you've worked long and hard to get as good as you've gotten. And baby, you're DAMN good.
  
  Your hard work strikes a chord with the common man on the street, most people you meet either want to be you, or be *with* you.
conversations.prefix: Skilled:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Band Members only.
  Recommended for Artistry.
  
  Write and perform something that no one will ever forget, something that will be discussed for centuries to come.
conversations.prefix: Magnum Opus:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Whatever kinda voice you've got knocking around in there, you need to work out a way to deal with it. Get rid of it, make friends with it, whatever. It just needs to know that it can't be calling all the shots here.
conversations.prefix: Ghost in the Machine:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your host is waking up. Quick! Do something about it!
conversations.prefix: The Flesh Awakes:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Seriously? How hard is it to get one? Or a BTL chip? Or some drugs?
  
  Whatever floats your boat... its getting harder to get a hold of it, whether you're a buyer or dealer. Something has the people in this club nervous... more so than usual.
conversations.prefix: Whaddya have to do to get a drink in this dump?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Owner of the Stranger Frames night club. Normally a strong-willed individual... she seems to be acting a bit strangely. What is going on?
conversations.prefix: Tootsie Pop:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've got a good crowd going here. Time to make 'em glad they came here tonight!
conversations.prefix: Rock 'Em:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A Shadowrunner. Every step she takes sings graceful lethality. She may be short in stature, but in the Shadows and in the Matrix, she is a goddess of destruction. Feeling lucky? Call her "Kelly", see what happens.
  
  She orders a drink (bitch, how'd she get one so fast?), and more importantly, why is she here? A Runner as busy and as in high demand as her doesn't get a lot of time for RnR.
conversations.prefix: Kell Glasner (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A Shadowrunner. Every step she takes sings graceful lethality. She may be short in stature, but in the Shadows and in the Matrix, she is a goddess of destruction. And now that panache is being directed at Junebug and whoever is stupid enough to get in her way. Good luck chummer.
conversations.prefix: Kell Glasner:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The red mist grenade has driven every vampire in the room into a frenzy, they're feeding on every juicebag in sight. 
conversations.prefix: Frenzied Vampires:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're trapped in a room with Tootsie Pop while Junebug is down on the main floor with a cotorie of frenzied vampires and a Shadowrunner. Find a way out of the VIP room before its too late.
conversations.prefix: Locked-Up (VIP Room only):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Apparently not the real deal, but reasonably helpful in a fight. However, her attacks on the vampires are driving them to use their otherworldly powers on her. You might want to stop them because this knock-off Pop might have some info inside her... databanks. 
conversations.prefix: Tootsie Pop?:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Either you were born with good genetics or just had your genes spliced and diced by a Doc. Either way you are the hottest thing walking the streets.
conversations.prefix: Looks to Kill:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Band Members only.
  Recommended for Artistry.
  
  Write and perform something that’ll no one will ever forget, something that will be discussed for centuries to come.
conversations.prefix: Magnum Opus:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your meat, your metal, and your soul are plagued by the side-effects of old wounds from old battles and mems, real or jacked.
  
  Time festers all wounds.
conversations.prefix: Old Wounds:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Band Members only.
  Recommended for Artistry.
  
  Write and perform something that’ll no one will ever forget, something that will be discussed for centuries to come.
conversations.prefix: Magnum Opus:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You dont have a home, you dont have a car, you only own a pair of sandles and clothes with holes in, but your all good because you like the sound of music
conversations.prefix: Homeless Guy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: you have spent so long sitting in alleys and living in the darkness you found you meld with the darkness itself
conversations.prefix: Shadows:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Life on the street hasn't been easy for you. It has put a strain on your body, especially your heart.
conversations.prefix: Bad health:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Analog is a good listener. It is a skill you pick up when you never want to talk about yourself, but you still want to be social.
conversations.prefix: Good Listener:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You can make anyone believe what you say with just a little manipulation of the truth
conversations.prefix: Convincing:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Lies just hurt. They twinge in your head, bringing thoughts and shadows of memories you thought you had dumpedages ago. So you tell the brutal truth or avoid the truth, but you don't lie, because that has a higher price.
conversations.prefix: Honest to Death:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're not a warrior. You don't have implants or weapons. You don't have any real physical training and you don't even work out. But your dwarven heritage means you're much stronger than you look.
conversations.prefix: Stronger Than He Looks: