<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/82/ShadowrunAttitude1.jpg)<br/></div><br/><br/><br/><div align="center">Links:</div><br/>Shadowrun: Milk Run (Interest Check) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=170084.0)<br/>Shadowrun: Milk Run (Out of Character, Plot-Related Only) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=170110.0)<br/>Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=170109.0)<br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/Zatanna-hughes.png)</div><br/><strong>Street Name:</strong>Catharine<br/><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong>Female Human Fixer/Mage<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Charisma and Willpower, Intuition and Logic<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Magic, Social<br/><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>Caucasian, 20's, bisexual<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong><br/><br/>The bar is called Tuxedo's, and is named after the black and white cat of the owner, Catharine.  Catharine is also your fixer, and she sent you a message saying that she had a job opportunity for you.  She told you to be at her bar at 7:00 p.m. sharp, to go to the the back room, and to tell the bouncer that you're here to see Mr. F.  She also reminded you to be dressed to impress.  She can't have you sticking out among her more affluent clientele.<br/><br/>While the employees of the bar all wear black and white with the occasional bit of red, there is no dress code for the customers, although anyone wearing less than the best tends to stand out in a bad way that makes Catharine not want to call you anymore.  Tonight, Catharine herself sports a top hat, white gloves, a jacket with tails, a cane, fishnet stockings and high heels.  Her employees wear similar garb inspired by the most formal of formal wear, although they tend to show more skin while everything else is covered by tight material showing off their figures and physiques.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Shadowrun_fashion_defnoir_by_raben_aas-d5pko80.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Street Name:</strong>Findley<br/><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong>Male Troll Street Dealer<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Body and Strength, Charisma and Willpower<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Social, Combat<br/><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>African-American, 40's, straight<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong><br/><br/>An average sized African-American troll wearing a suit and rectangular wire rim glasses entered the bar.  After checking in a pistol customized for his size, he saw Catharine, greeted her with a handshake and a peck on the cheek, then headed toward a meeting room where a bouncer was standing.  The troll whispered a phrase to him, entered the room and waited.<br/><br/>In the meeting room, the troll sat back in his chair, his fingers interlocked on his stomach, and he seemed to be mentally accessing data on his glasses.  He greeted anyone who got past the bouncer with the phrase "I'm here to meet Mr. F," the same way:<br/><br/>"Welcome.  Come on in, have a seat, make yourself comfortable."  He motioned to chairs around the large circular table.<br/><br/>Upon closer visual inspection, he actually looked kind of familiar, not that anyone besides Catharine would actually know him personally.  He also seemed to look at ease, like he's done this before and that the bar itself was his kind of territory.<br/><br/>"Hello.  I'll be your Mr. Johnson for tonight.  Name's Findley.  Feel free to order a drink."<br/><br/>Findley seemed like a personable kind of guy, willing to engage in small talk before talking business.<br/><br/>