What’s your favorite meet location for Getting The Job?

What’s your favorite meet location for Getting The Job?

What’s your favorite meet location for Getting The Job?

I’m trying to come up with some options for fun and evocative locations/set pieces to drop my Mr. Johnsons in that aren’t your typical wild cyberpunk night club, dive bar, or penthouse apartment.

20 thoughts on “What’s your favorite meet location for Getting The Job?”

  1. Things I have used previously:

    A restaurant that’s pitch black to heighten your sense of taste.

    A virtual nation constructed specifically for the meeting with a miniscule lifespan and useful local laws.

    Oil rig in international waters.

    Sporting event skybox

    In an MMORPG

    Sex club. Strict naked dresscode

    Virtual memory pill that simulates the encounter and likely questions

    EDIT: Forgot the Soylent Green recycling plant and the Cosplay Convention.

  2. This may not be useful because I’ve really only ever run The Sprawl in my Gothic setting Necropolis, but I start each mission in the back booth of an empty retro-diner. I describe the oppressive florescent light and how they make it impossible to see out the dark windows. I then have Mx. Stoker enter and nod to the one lone waitress who disappears into the back. Then Stoker pulls up a chair to the booth and slides the photograph of someone across the table.

  7. Unfinished construction site

    An empty subway car, in motion

    Parking garage, underground or not

    Charity auction, invite only

    Airport boarding area (no guns!)

    Back of a limo, driving around

    Shady hotel room

  8. Building in the process of ‘growing’ (nanite construction), that quietly writhes and changes imperceptibly… hard to find your way out when the kill teams arrive…

  9. I once did a job meet in an oily black virtual, the patron presenting as a flowing dark mass, with a voice like static mixed with nails on a chalkboard.

    Access to this hidden domain was through a link in the head of a neural courier, who was already bleeding out in a minimalist hotel suite when the crew got there.

  12. I’ve also had them meet someone on what used to be a beach, but which is now composed entirely of waste plastics, the foaming yellow tide hissing softly as it deposits more microbeads and polystyrene fragments on the shoreline. And it was night time. They felt extremely exposed out there in the dark, breathing in the acrid fumes.

    Good times. 🙂

  13. Another place I’d like to use is one of those Japanese memorial franchises, where your loved ones are enshrined digitally in a stylish onyx draw, stacked in neat little rows from floor to ceiling. Perhaps it’s Great Uncle Yoshi who has a task for you?

    Or a bustling illegal barrio data-market, plastic awnings over scaffold-pipe stalls, trays of cheap plastic pen-drives loaded with music, movies, software, customer databases and even foreign identities.

    A refugee’s makeshift tent in a overtly secure holding camp, available for rent on Airbnb. Become an authority on modern migrant living.

    Attend a highly selective and expensive pop-up brothel in an empty apartment stack. Try not to stare as Mr Johnson lives out his depraved fantasies right in front of you.

  18. Thinking about doing something that helps create ‘missions’ – employers, locations, motivations, antagonists – that sort of shiz.

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