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7 Bones Gastro

Written by: Ripshot

  Seven Bones, seven bones! Get it? 'Cause you got seven ribs on each side, fuckin' hilarious!  
For the record: I'm not taking responsibility if she's writing this article drunk.
— Null Kit
  To the normal schmucks who actually pay their taxes, 7 Bones is just another downtown gastro-pub with a better-than-average menu, balanced out by an clientele of 'those people', owned by decorated vet John McCall and staffed by the latest in commercial cooking and waiting drones. To slots like us who're in the know, 7 Bones is one of Raleigh's foremost hubs for higher-end criminal shenanigans, headed by our own illustrious Barkeep and staffed by Raleigh's next biggest thing in shadowrunning. Or so he says.   The place still has a rep as being a 'family-friendly' establishment by Neuse standards so you know you probably won't get shot up in the middle of your meal, but the owner's rep as a reliable fixer means there's always something going on after-hours or in the back, which includes a street-doc by the name of Frangelico and her 'free' clinic. Most jobs get picked up by the Barkeep's retained runners, but sometimes open contracts are left up in the ol' DataCache that anyone can pick up, so it's always worth heading over if you're looking for work, or just a half-decent bite.  
Word of advice, if knowing that this place is a hangout for shadowrunners didn't dissuade you from looking to pick a fight: The Barkeep recently cut a deal with the Pack's own Madame to have a couple of her rookies work security on the place. They get to sharpen their tusks on anyone dumb enough to pick a fight, the 'legally-challenged' patrons don't have to get involved whenever a fight breaks out, and Madame takes a cut of their wages for the service. A pretty tidy arrangement, all things considering.
— Null Kit
 
So the bar is obfuscating its criminal connections by... hiring gangers to beat the tar out of troublemakers?
— Cr4nk
 
Most businesses in that part of Neuse pay protection-fees to whatever gang's put down roots in the neighborhood, and Lonestar knows this but they let it slide for the most part since it means less trips into a crummy part of the city (no offence). If anything, paying off the local gang makes them less conspicuous than if they didn't.
— SoCo

Purpose / Function

On the surface, 7 Bones is exactly as it looks to be, a restaurant serving the finest in food that's actually nutritious and, if you're willing to pay a little extra, made out of genuine ingredients instead of that reconstituted soy and kill drek. At night, it serves as a hub for organising the activities of The Cabinet, providing easy access to employment, equipment and even emergency medical care.

Alterations

Like a lot of buildings in the area, 7 Bones started as one gigantic empty hall as part of the idiotic 'perfect-prefab' building plans of the time, which was seperated into smaller rooms by the previous tennant of the property before it was purchased by John McCall and seperated further into a more seperate front and back half for his equally seperated ideas.

Architecture

Up front, the bar's got a classy decor of traditional oak-and-brass stylings, even going so far as to blend the mechanical elements into the aesthetic with brass plating. The main room is huge, with plenty of spaced out seating and a high ceiling to keep things from getting cramped on busy nights or when larger metahuman clientele show up. In the kitchen and backrooms though, things take a more functional look to them, sterilised metal and tiles as far as the eye can see.   At the very back, past where catering makes its deliveries, things take a turn for the gloomy. Sparse lighting, little in the way of furniture and architecture made for being good defensive positions instead of looking nice. If you're back here you're either a trusted friend or your night's about to get a whole lot worse.
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Pub / Tavern / Restaurant
Parent Location
Owner
Owning Organization
Characters in Location

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OPEN MESSAGES?
   

Replacement Parts Sold Seperately

Sender: Barkeep
Subject Keywords: Cabinet, Schmetterling, Frangelico, Universal Omnitech School of Medicine
Recipients: Shadowrunners = ListingEnabled
Job Type: Theft

Part of what makes Frangelico's medical services a hot commodity is an old medicare-drone they call Schmetterling, replete with unprecedented degrees of knowledge and expertise in metahuman medicine. Thing is, his hardware's more than a century old and whatever AI's floating around in there isn't very warm on transferring over to newer stuff. Barkeep's got an open bounty on any info regarding the robo-nurse's original specs and design, especially for core hardware, and recommends taking a peak in the older parts of the Universal Omnitech School of Medicine where he was found for leads.


 

The Shadowrunning Experience!

Sender: Ouzo
Subject Keywords: Cabinet, Howard Galloway
Recipients: Shadowrunners = ListingEnabled
Job Type: Protection, Theft

You might've noticed a shady guy in a trenchcoat sitting in the corner of 7 Bones, possibly eavesdropping on a conversation or two. Don't worry, we put the screws on him and found out he ain't trouble, yet. He's Howard Galloway, a salaryman in a perpetual mid-life crisis who's obsessed with organised crime, Shadowrunners specifically. Howard's offering some of his rainy-day savings to tag along on an actual Shadowrun to live out the fantasy, and the Barkeep's looking for someone to humor him: Partly so he stops creeping the other restaurant-goers out, but mostly because he's embarassed some joe-schmoe figured out his night-job and wants to keep him quiet. I've got a milk-run to steal some hardware from a small-time gang that could be right for this, but it's your call on how to go about it, chummer.


 

Silence is Golden

Sender: Null Kit
Subject Keywords: Cabinet, Stand-Alone DataCache
Recipients: Shadowrunners = ListingEnabled
Job Type: Extraction, Destruction

One of the Cabinet's after-hours regulars connected to the Stand-Alone DataCache with a device that wasn't properly checked for malicious software, and as a result an outsider was able to remotely access the datacache and steal a small chunk of sensitive data, leaving junk in its place. The hole in security's been patched and with the Cabinet occupied with other obligations at the moment he's offering generous compensation to any trusted regular willing to put in the legwork of finding who orchestrated this datasteal and for what purpose.   With that said, the knowledge that someone has not only pilfered information from my cache but succeeded in absconding with their nervous-system intact both vexes and intrigues me. I'm offering an additional bonus on top of the Barkeep's reward if you're able to inconspicuously bring the perpetrator to one of my personal boltholes for a very enthusiastic questioning.


 
 

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