{Nexus}: The Ritzzz Casino & Club

[Hattish Thing]

Welcome all to the famous "The Ritzzz Casino & Club"! Come in men and women of all races and experience a great time! Feel free to make yourself at home inside our clean, professional 1920's style casino, where you can try out honest, fair games of chance such as Poker, Liar's Dice, Dragons Ante, and even test your luck with the slot machines!

All are welcome in this neutral safe haven! An AMENite super-villain and a HALOite Agent can come in, and have some good clean fun in the mini-theatre where our beautiful and talented chorus girls perform! Unless the idea of dirty fun appeals to you, in which case we offer sexual entertainment past Midnight. :smallwink:

Description:

It's a pretty big place, and a very clean one at that. The Ritzzz Casino & Club is modeled after a classic 1920's casino. There's a large iron door that opens up into a very large lobby. The floor is carpeted in a nice dark brown with a pattern of a rattlesnake. The room is lit by several lamps, leaving it shadowy but comfy, like being in a cozy living room lit by a fireplace. There is a single wooden desk at the right wall, and a pretty young blonde woman with shoulder-length curly hair and an almost clear glittering dress greets you with a smile. Three bulky men and a half-dragon wear tight leather clothing (espescially at the crotch) and wield tasers and pistols at their waists.

Supposing they let you pass, there are two hallways with signs leading customers. The left hallway's sign reads "Casino Games", while the right reads "Theatre".

Locations:

Theater:

The carpet to the theater is a dark chocolate color, and signs of the chorus girls hang on the walls, most wearing frilly flapper dresses, while a few show them wearing only undergarments. the carpet leads to a small theatre, which can only house about a hundred people. The chairs are a dark red velvet, and the walls are black. The stage is black as well, and dark red curtains are usually hanging. The red curtains hide a large backstage, with a unisex dressing room, built besides Marciano/Ritz's office. There are two buff guards patrolling the backstage, keeping any fans away.

Casino:

The carpet to the casino is a dark green, and there are various paintings of glasses and alcoholic beverages. The hallway is lit by dim light coming from lamps hanging on the ceiling. The carpet opens up into a very large room, full of bright lights and flashy colors. Think of any classic casino, and that's what this is. There are tables around with men and women running them, and there are three rows of four slot machines. The left of the wall is a bar and chip check-in. The color scheme here is dark green and chrome, but still full of flashy lights. Smooth jazzy music can be heard all over the casino, to help relax the customers. Wednesday's are live music night.

Marciano Louv're's/Ritz Mckane's Backstage Office:

This fairly large office is built adjacent to the dressing room. The office is located in a much larger room, which is where his gang hangs out. None of his gang are allowed into his office unless called in, in which case they usually don't come out. His office is pretty dark, with only a single large lamp lighting the room. There's a large mahogany desk at the far end of the room, with a big black leather rolling chair behind it. A lonely ceiling fan slowly circles, giving the room some air, seeing as only the casino and theatre are air conditioned, and Marcy doesn't like the heat.

There are a few portraits of a large glass tower on a hill, and a picture of a younger Marciano in a black business suit smoking a cigar hangs on the back wall behind the desk. There's also an odd " /F " portrait hanging on the wall. It looks like some kind of logo. Pressing this portrait opens up a secret passage, which leads down a path into a large vault full of money. Two chairs sit in front of the desk, both are trapped. The room usually smells like cigarette smoke. There's another secret passage which opens into stairs leading below activated by tapping the wall three times. It leads to the basement.

Basement:

A deep, dark place underground, the two chairs slide out and drop the poor unfortunate creature down into the basement, where a multitude of odd torture devices are assembled. Marciano also sleeps down here on a bed. Weird. There's a pool of dark green goo in the center of the room, and five slabs are circling around it, and each has a lever beside it. The lever causes the slab to slowly raise, and once at the 10 setting, the angle will drop the creature atop it into said goo. Nastiness. The entire room is glow in the dark, so the slabs glow, the goo glows, and the odd drawings of odd dice on the walls glow. The floor is made to look like a large black six sided dice, landing on the six. Step on any of the six dots, and you are electrocuted.

Staff:

Currently Seeking Staff:

One Bouncer, Female. Must be sexy. (Filled by Felandria)

Bartender, any gender. Preferably charismatic. (Filled by Serph

Hired Counter, any gender. To make sure others don't cheat.

Strippers, male and female. Obvious prerequisites. (Female filled by Khylie)

Chorus Girls, female with one or two male. Good, clean entertainers.

Piano Player, Any Gender. (Filled by Piano Guy, AKA Razamataz.)

Note:

Marciano Louv're under the name Ritzy Mckane owns the casino, and uses his gang to make money on the sides. Ritzy gets his hands on illegal drugs and such from various others easily, by either making his gang take it, or paying off the dealer. As such, he's become a bit of a drug lord, selling his hallucinagenics to all. He also deals death. He and his gang can be hired to off someone, though they are rather expendable. Ritzy's lair is located backstage of the theatre, in a big room with a television, a pool table, a private stripper, and a private bar. His gang usually hangs out here, while Ritzy mostly lies around in his office.

In reality, several men and women in the casino are paid by Mr. Ritz to act like they win, and to give the money back at the end of the day for a good salary and free drinks. They are 12 men and women on his payroll to act like winners, and they just watched one of them win. So, it will look like the casino is actually fair, and the PC's are just unlucky.

Mr. Ritz made it possible for a real customer to win though, just extremely hard to. So, please try not to have your character win every time!

(This might change a little bit when the casino is moved to Skyside, which is what is to happen.)

[Felandria]

Staff:

Currently Seeking Staff:

One Bouncer, Female. Must be sexy.

Well, then, looks like that position just got filled.

[Hattish Thing]

Well, first there needs to be an interview and such. If your character wants an interview, and has better skills than one of the current NPC's, they can be replaced.

So, you can have your character walk into the casino and schedule an interview. :smallcool:

[Felandria]

Felandria enters the casino, careful to avoid low hanging objects.

She's wearing a leather ensemble, bustier, jacket, pants and high heel boots.

She seeks out the manager.

I understand you're looking for a bouncer.

[Hattish Thing]

The woman nods a little, and the other bouncers hands go to their pistols. The blonde woman speaks. Wow... You're a big girl... Anyway, welcome to the Ritzzz Casino & Club! Enjoy your stay. Oh? You're interested in a job? Well, you want to talk to Mr. Ritz. His office is in the door over there. There's a door on the other side of a lobby that's currently locked. It's a glass door, with drapes down. Can you... um, be smaller...?

[Felandria]

Sure.

She drops down to about 7 foot and knocks on the glass door.

[Hattish Thing]

The door is silent for a few seconds. Then it swings open, and a man in a bright orange pin striped zoot suit greets her. His right arm seems to be hanging, so he must have had some kind of injury that had it severed. What do you- Ooh.... Black leather?

[Felandria]

Felandria extends her left hand for a handshake, noting the injured right arm.

Hello.

Name's Felandria, I understand you need a bouncer.

I can assure you, sir, that if you hire me, NOBODY is getting in here you don't want.

[Hattish Thing]

Felandria extends her left hand for a handshake, noting the injured right arm.

Hello.

Name's Felandria, I understand you need a bouncer.

I can assure you, sir, that if you hire me, NOBODY is getting in here you don't want.

He'll shake her larger hand and smiles a bit. His hand is cold and lifeless, and his skin feels like plastic. Oh, miss... Felayndrie? I'm terrible with names, sorry. So what are your qualifications? Close the door. He'll point at a large couch on one side of the room, and sits behind his desk.

[Felandria]

He'll shake her larger hand and smiles a bit. His hand is cold and lifeless, and his skin feels like plastic. Oh, miss... Felayndrie? I'm terrible with names, sorry. So what are your qualifications? Close the door. He'll point at a large couch on one side of the room, and sits behind his desk.

Felandria takes a seat on the couch.

Well, sir, I don't intend to sound boastful or anything like that, but I'll be straightforward.

I am Felandria, I am a daughter of Zeus, the blood of the gods runs through my veins.

The blonde woman outside asked me to make myself a more manageable size before I came in here.

Normally I'm 12'10", but I have acquired the ability to change that at will, as well as alter my appearance.

After she says this, her features shift, her ears become rounded and human, her hair brightens into a bright blonde and she now looks exactly like the woman she just met.

As you can see.

She reverts to her normal appearance.

I am also a sorceress, so if someone is giving you trouble, I can just put one hand on them and Shocking Grasp them, it's like my own personal tazer.

[Gullara]

[Entrance]

Looks like the casino has a pair of customers. The first is one mister Kick Lock, wearing a fancy new suit, complete with bowtie and no hat this time. The drow saunters into the casino with his companion on his arm.

"What do you think, Dena? Nice enough place, I think." Kirk looks around critically before looking back down to the other drow.

[Shadowcaller]

[Entrance]

His female companion looks around. She's dressed in a sleeveless dark blue dress going just past her knees. "I don't know Kirky, it looks like it could be livier. Pretty dead right now don't ya think?" She questions while surveying the surrounding facility.

[Hattish Thing]

Mr. Ritz nods and sits comfortably in his leather chair before speaking. Oooooookay. Um. You're a.... What? What's Zooz? Okay, looks lik you're good. Natural taser, pooh. Could be useful. You're hired. Oh, wait a customer. He steps out of his office and moves to greet the pair of drow. Well hello there, Mr. And Mrs....? Welcome to The Ritz. We're a new establishment here, soon to move. What would you like to do tonight? Our theatre opens soon, and the games are to the left. I'm the owner, Mr. Ritz.

[The Alexandrian]

[Entering the Casino]

There's a young, drop dead beautiful woman walking into the club right about...now. Some might be able to deduce the identities of her parents from the more exotic traits that she has inherited from them, though I won't divulge that secret myself just yet.

What I can tell you of her is that were she to participate in a Greek beauty contest, Helen of Troy would be booed off the stage, encouraged to make her retreat even more expeditious by truckloads of tomatoes of shame and disgrace and that the lewd whistling and uproarious applause when her turn to strut onto the stage came about would likely drown out the noise of an area surrounding the auditorium being shelled with megaton upon megaton of tnt.

The following is her description worded specifically to be sung to the tune of the Modern Major-General's Song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&feature=endscreen&v=R1dy44jV8EM) from The Pirates of Penzance!

She is the very model of the modern maiden sensual! She has the cutest smile and a mischievous little devil tail! Her pretty little angel wings are the purest and whitest hue. Tucked away in her back both inconspicuous and ignorable! Her pointy little cat ears animated and adorable! Her fair skin has a light tan that is wonderful and radical. Many folks have lost their heads staring into her baby blues (and if they had a second chance that's not the only thing they'd lose)! Her lips are red as blood and they are naturally voluptuous. Alluring and flirtatious they're the subject of alot of fuss. To sum, if you like excellence both physical and magical she is the very model of the modern maiden sensual! What's more, her purple eyes shine with much radiant intelligence. Her mannerisms playful and lascivious her preference! She has the cutest nose and perfect features (all mammalian)! With teeth like those her diet must consist of things animalian. Her lustrous raven hair magnificent in its simplicity, brushing against the sword that she armed like nobility. That said, she has a thing for vice and for simple common trickery! They say she has no moral problems with sins such as adultery ('cause her curtaintastic talents, when she's not in the least hungry, are attributed directly to the line of her ancestry)! To sum, if you like excellence both physical and magical she is the very model of the modern maiden sensual!

Anyway, she's a Wall person stopping by to inquire about a job! Hooray for salaries!

[Felandria]

Mr. Ritz nods and sits comfortably in his leather chair before speaking. Oooooookay. Um. You're a.... What? What's Zooz? Okay, looks lik you're good. Natural taser, pooh. Could be useful. You're hired. Oh, wait a customer. He steps out of his office and moves to greet the pair of drow. Well hello there, Mr. And Mrs....? Welcome to The Ritz. We're a new establishment here, soon to move. What would you like to do tonight? Our theatre opens soon, and the games are to the left. I'm the owner, Mr. Ritz.

Felandria waits for him to come back and let her know when to start.

[Gullara]

[Entrance]

"Well it did just open. Give it a bit of time." Kirk says with a small shrug. "And look at this, someone's coming to greet us now."

The drow smile as the owner of the casino comes to greet them. "Kirk Locke, and this is Dena Xifhara." He gives their surnames a bit of extra emphasis. He extends his hand to Mr. Ritz. "We heard about the casino and thought we'd be one of the first to investigate. It's a pleasure."

In this (http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx135/oots12321/oots%20Scenes/LockeKirkLocke_zps1f1e8a17.png) picture, Kirk can be found int he middle and Dena on the left.

[Shadowcaller]

[Entrance]

"A true pleasure." Dena adds with a grin. "We were there at the opening of Magtok's little casino so we wanted to check this out as well." She turns to look at her companion. "Do you remember that Kirky? I believe it was the time you met Julie. We even made a bet about it."

[Hattish Thing]

Mr. Ritz smiles and nods, the perfect charismatic host. Of course he's missing that arm from the elbow down...but hey, he has excellent teeth. He adjusts his big orange hat and moves to shake the hands of his first customers. Well, it's nice to meet ya! Nice unit Mr. Locke, very nice. If a bit dark for my humble tastes. And you Ms... Sihara? I'm terrible with names, pardon me. So, we got our nice, clean, shiny lobby here. Not too much fun to be had here. Down the left is the actual casino. You'll find about fifty NPC customers hanging about, maybe a few you know. Down the right is our adult theatre, and... And... Wow.

He turns to see the most beautiful woman in the Nexus, and he falters a little. This is... Um, she'd be... I! She's the evenings entertainment... Um, excuse me. He'll move to the woman and speaks. Whatever job you're applying for... You're in. My first challenge is for you to get Mr. Locke over there tipping you extra.

Felandria! Why don't you come out here and show my guests around?

[Gullara]

[Entrance]

Kirk nods for Dena to lean closer (he's sure not going on his tiptoes). "Although the welcoming committee could use some work." He mutters to her. What was he even talking about at first? Unit? Kirk's not sure he wants to know.

[Felandria]

Mr. Ritz smiles and nods, the perfect charismatic host. Of course he's missing that arm from the elbow down...but hey, he has excellent teeth. He adjusts his big orange hat and moves to shake the hands of his first customers. Well, it's nice to meet ya! Nice unit Mr. Locke, very nice. If a bit dark for my humble tastes. And you Ms... Sihara? I'm terrible with names, pardon me. So, we got our nice, clean, shiny lobby here. Not too much fun to be had here. Down the left is the actual casino. You'll find about fifty NPC customers hanging about, maybe a few you know. Down the right is our adult theatre, and... And... Wow.

He turns to see the most beautiful woman in the Nexus, and he falters a little. This is... Um, she'd be... I! She's the evenings entertainment... Um, excuse me. He'll move to the woman and speaks. Whatever job you're applying for... You're in. My first challenge is for you to get Mr. Locke over their tipping you extra.

Felandria! Why don't you come out here and show my guests around?

Felandria comes out of the office and greets the customers.

She notices the sheer beauty of the female and seethes just slightly that someone is actually hotter than her, while appreciating it all the same.

Hello, and welcome to The Ritzzz.

She turns to Mr. Ritz.

Sir, may I resume my usual stature?

Lets the other guest know that any cheating would be a bad idea.

[The Alexandrian]

[Entrance]

Wow! Mysterious super-attractive Wall maiden didn't even have to say a single word to anyone in the casino club and already she has been hired for any job in the casino that she wants! That's positively sensational and totally rad! Being one of Clarissa and Dave's divine daughters does have its advantages!

"That'll be a piece of cake, boss."

My word! If that isn't one of the sultriest yet simultaneously one of the most angelic feminine voice that has ever graced my ears with its presence! Most mature men and women become good listeners without urging or a second thought and heed her nearly enthralling words whenever she speaks. Her heavenly yet curtainy voice can almost be equated with mental compulsion in that it demands people's attention, though there is no magic woven into it nor is it a supernatural voice at all. She merely has a stunningly beautiful if ordinary voice that is very pleasant to listen to.

As she has already been hired and given her first assignment, the woman takes her leave of Mister Ritz and...

What do we have here? How wonderfully perfect! She hasn't been here for more than a minute so far and already she has spied three hot people she'd hit on whether she was being paid to hit on them or relaxing on her own time. Already this gig is benefiting her! Unfortunately, she can't be in two places at once and she is being paid to shamelessly flirt with Kirk and Dena, so she decides that she'll just have to look Felandria up during her next break.

The mysterious woman shall attempt to approach Kirk and Dena! She checks them both out rather openly before attempting to strike up a conversation.

"My, do you two make a cute pair!"

The mysterious woman surreptitiously glances down and admires the region just below Dena's neckline as she utters this line, though intentionally not surreptitiously enough to keep it from being noticed, possibly.

"Anyway, I'm Khyli and I'll be entertaining you two tonight, apparently. I was hired literally less than a minute ago and nobody has filled me in on the specifics of my job, so I decided that tonight I'll leave the specifics open to interpretation."

Khyli fixes her eyes on Kirk.

"You look like the kind of man who knows the ins and outs of clubs like this. I know that this isn't something that employees usually ask customers for but I was hoping that you both could help me out tonight by allowing me to tag along with and entertain you so that I'll be able to get some hands on experience tonight instead of getting lost and completely confused and generally trying to figure out what exactly I'm meant to be doing without luck? I'd be ever so grateful and in your debt!"

[Reinholdt]

A new challenger approaches!
Interested in trying to keep from the deadtime he's been plagued with, Butler's decided he needs a seventh job. I've heard rumors he was a particularly effective bouncer for GLoG back when it wasn't at a campsite...
>>

He looks around for someone in charge.


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[Hattish Thing]

Mr. Ritz nods at the woman who he just hired for any job she wanted, 'cause, woah. What better way to attract customers than having the most beautiful woman in the world work at your casino? He says one thing to her before moving away. Come to my office later to discuss your job. I'll... I'm, Just pick any you like...


Oh, hey. Catman! He moves up to Butler and attempts go shake his arm. Well hello, welcome to The Ritzzz. Will you be attending the theatre tonight Mr? And my do you look handsome. Maybe creepy and sloghtly racist pick-up lines are his way of greeting customers?

[Reinholdt]

"Butler B. Butler sir. A pleasure to meet you sir." Butler gives a formal bow, even with arm shaking.

"I heard you're hiring sir? I was interested in possibly getting a job here sir."

[Hattish Thing]

Mr. Ritz licks his plastic lips before taking back his arm, he really needed to fix that missing arm. ...Your name is Butler? Butler B. Butler. Is your middle name Butler too?! I don't appreciate being mocked, son. I really don't. Careful here, or I might just get you swept under the carpet. I don't like being monkeyed around.

[Felandria]

Mr. Ritz licks his plastic lips before taking back his arm, he really needed to fix that missing arm. ...Your name is Butler? Butler B. Butler. Is your middle name Butler too?! I don't appreciate being mocked, son. I really don't. Careful here, or I might just get you swept under the carpet. I don't like being monkeyed around.

Well, since Khyli took the customers before Felandria could show them around, she decides to do what she was hired to do.

She resumes her usual height and walks up behind Mr. Ritz.

Is this gentleman bothering you, sir?

[Reinholdt]

"Yes it is sir! Wow, you're very smart sir.":smallbiggrin: Butler gives a happy grin. "Also I don't think I'd fit under the carpet sir. And it's bad form to push things under the carpet on purpose sir." He takes a look around as if searching for something. "Would you like me to find the bird and monkey that's bothering you and have them removed sir?"

[Hattish Thing]

Well, Marciano has taken Butler's innocent if incredibly over zealous kindness as being sarcastic and insulting. He clenches his fists. Er... Fist. Son... Do you have any idea who you are mocking' 'ere? I am Ritz Mckane. You just insulted the wrong guy. Felandria, lovely, grab him. Take him to my office and keep him under constraint. I'll be in there in a minute. You, sir, are all washed up. Button your lip, no one is as kind as you. Or as stupid. Or as badly named. Not even here. He's relatively quiet, he doesn't want Locke and Dena to hear him.

[Felandria]

Well, Marciano has taken Butler's innocent if incredibly over zealous kindness as being sarcastic and insulting. He clenches his fists. Er... Fist. Son... Do you have any idea who you are mocking' 'ere? I am Ritz Mckane. You just insulted the wrong guy. Felandria, lovely, grab him. Take him to my office and keep him under constraint. I'll be in there in a minute. You, sir, are all washed up. Button your lip, no one is as kind as you. Or as stupid. Or as badly named. Not even here. He's relatively quiet, he doesn't want Locke and Dena to hear him.

Felandria smirks.

Gladly, sir.

She reaches down to wrap her hands around him, hoist him upwards and carry him into Ritz's office.

If she succeeds, she closes the door behind her and places Butler on the couch.

She sits down Indian style on the floor across from him and shoots him an EXTREMELY intimidating glance.

Don't.

Move.

[GrandDM]

[The Door]

A small, old Oriental-looking man walks in. He's bald, apart from a few wisps, and has leathery skin, but isn't nearly as wrinkled as you might expect. He's wearing robes.

"May I speak to the owner?"

[Hattish Thing]

Mr. Ritz has been moving around a bit. He moves from Butler and Felandria, not even listening to any kind of argument Butler had to make. Marciano is done with being insulted all the time. Anyway, Felandria should put an attempt there. (OOC: Felandria, say attempt. She might not automatically succeed. He might explode or something. Or melt. :smalltongue:)

He glares at the old man. What's he doing in a place like this? Yes? My name is Mr. Ritz. Welcome to the Ritzzz Casino & Club.

[Felandria]

Mr. Ritz has been moving around a bit. He moves from Butler and Felandria, not even listening to any kind of argument Butler had to make. Marciano is done with being insulted all the time. Anyway, Felandria should put an attempt there. (OOC: Felandria, say attempt. She might not automatically succeed. He might explode or something. Or melt. :smalltongue:)

He glares at the old man. What's he doing in a place like this? Yes? My name is Mr. Ritz. Welcome to the Ritzzz Casino & Club.

((Right, sorry.

Adjusted.

I get excited.)):smallredface:

[GrandDM]

Mr. Ritz has been moving around a bit. He moves from Butler and Felandria, not even listening to any kind of argument Butler had to make. Marciano is done with being insulted all the time. Anyway, Felandria should put an attempt there. (OOC: Felandria, say attempt. She might not automatically succeed. He might explode or something. Or melt. :smalltongue:)

He glares at the old man. What's he doing in a place like this? Yes? My name is Mr. Ritz. Welcome to the Ritzzz Casino & Club.

The old man is unfazed by the glare. "I am looking for work. Do you have a security position open?"

[Shadowcaller]

[Entrance]

Kirk nods for Dena to lean closer (he's sure not going on his tiptoes). "Although the welcoming committee could use some work." He mutters to her. What was he even talking about at first? Unit? Kirk's not sure he wants to know.


Mr. Ritz smiles and nods, the perfect charismatic host. Of course he's missing that arm from the elbow down...but hey, he has excellent teeth. He adjusts his big orange hat and moves to shake the hands of his first customers. Well, it's nice to meet ya! Nice unit Mr. Locke, very nice. If a bit dark for my humble tastes. And you Ms... Sihara? I'm terrible with names, pardon me. So, we got our nice, clean, shiny lobby here. Not too much fun to be had here. Down the left is the actual casino. You'll find about fifty NPC customers hanging about, maybe a few you know. Down the right is our adult theatre, and... And... Wow.

He turns to see the most beautiful woman in the Nexus, and he falters a little. This is... Um, she'd be... I! She's the evenings entertainment... Um, excuse me. He'll move to the woman and speaks. Whatever job you're applying for... You're in. My first challenge is for you to get Mr. Locke over there tipping you extra.

Felandria! Why don't you come out here and show my guests around?


[Entrance]

Wow! Mysterious super-attractive Wall maiden didn't even have to say a single word to anyone in the casino club and already she has been hired for any job in the casino that she wants! That's positively sensational and totally rad! Being one of Clarissa and Dave's divine daughters does have its advantages!

"That'll be a piece of cake, boss."

My word! If that isn't one of the sultriest yet simultaneously one of the most angelic feminine voice that has ever graced my ears with its presence! Most mature men and women become good listeners without urging or a second thought and heed her nearly enthralling words whenever she speaks. Her heavenly yet curtainy voice can almost be equated with mental compulsion in that it demands people's attention, though there is no magic woven into it nor is it a supernatural voice at all. She merely has a stunningly beautiful if ordinary voice that is very pleasant to listen to.

As she has already been hired and given her first assignment, the woman takes her leave of Mister Ritz and...

What do we have here? How wonderfully perfect! She hasn't been here for more than a minute so far and already she has spied three hot people she'd hit on whether she was being paid to hit on them or relaxing on her own time. Already this gig is benefiting her! Unfortunately, she can't be in two places at once and she is being paid to shamelessly flirt with Kirk and Dena, so she decides that she'll just have to look Felandria up during her next break.

The mysterious woman shall attempt to approach Kirk and Dena! She checks them both out rather openly before attempting to strike up a conversation.

"My, do you two make a cute pair!"

The mysterious woman surreptitiously glances down and admires the region just below Dena's neckline as she utters this line, though intentionally not surreptitiously enough to keep it from being noticed, possibly.

"Anyway, I'm Khyli and I'll be entertaining you two tonight, apparently. I was hired literally less than a minute ago and nobody has filled me in on the specifics of my job, so I decided that tonight I'll leave the specifics open to interpretation."

Khyli fixes her eyes on Kirk.

"You look like the kind of man who knows the ins and outs of clubs like this. I know that this isn't something that employees usually ask customers for but I was hoping that you both could help me out tonight by allowing me to tag along with and entertain you so that I'll be able to get some hands on experience tonight instead of getting lost and completely confused and generally trying to figure out what exactly I'm meant to be doing without luck? I'd be ever so grateful and in your debt!"

[Entrance]

"It could have been worse, we could have been greeted by Magtok." Dena suggests with an amused look at the other drow.

And then a woman approaches them that Dena would start to call a maiden as soon as she started to call Kirk a virgin.

She regards Khyli in the same manner as she regards her, mentally filling her into the lesbian/bisexual category. This could be amusing. "Hi there Khyli." She greets with a wave. "So what exactly are you hired as? Just general entertainment? Or something more specific? I'm afraid Kirky here is only familiar with a very specific kind of entertainment."

[Zefir]

[Entrance 2]

A tall men, followed by a female black halfdragon (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=12094528&postcount=597) and a man with a long coat, enters the establishment. The tall man wears an armless grey robe, covering his torso and feet. His shoulder seem to grow something like scales, which appear very sharp and head down half his arms. Tatoos , showing off arcane symbols cover his lower arms but his hands appear normal. Some of the scales appear also on his face, mainly on his cheek and where people normaly have eyebrows. His hair is cut short and grey. With the scales in his face he appears a bit angry all the time and makes it harder to get his current feeling.

The tall man looks around, taking note of the unnatural beauty who talks to the drow couple, he searches for the man in charge.

[happyturtle]

Felandria smirks.

Gladly, sir.

She reaches down to wrap her hands around him, hoist him upwards and carry him into Ritz's office.

If she succeeds, she closes the door behind her and places Butler on the couch.

She sits down Indian style on the floor across from him and shoots him an EXTREMELY intimidating glance.

Don't.

Move.

What's that sound? (http://downloads.bbc.co.uk/doctorwho/sounds/tardis.mp3)

There seems to be a blue police box materializing in the office of the Ritz.

Of course it might bounce off a dimension lock and end up materializing just outside the building instead. Depending on whether there's a dimension lock or not. On the one hand, dimension locking your building is just good sense. On the other hand, it does keep Marciano from being able to teleport away from danger. Hatter?

[Hattish Thing]

The old man is unfazed by the glare. "I am looking for work. Do you have a security position open?"



What's that sound? (http://downloads.bbc.co.uk/doctorwho/sounds/tardis.mp3)

There seems to be a blue police box materializing in the office of the Ritz.

Of course it might bounce off a dimension lock and end up materializing just outside the building instead. Depending on whether there's a dimension lock or not. On the one hand, dimension locking your building is just good sense. On the other hand, it does keep Marciano from being able to teleport away from danger. Hatter?

Well, his office is dimension locked. It's his private place, and he doesn't want any teleporting madmen to kill him in his sleep. He makes powerful enemies pretty quick. However the theatre, casino, and lobby are not dimension locked, so that blue thing will probably appear in the lobby. Which ought to confuse the hell out of everybody.

Anyway, old man. No offense, sir. But you look a little old to do this sort of thing. I hope you aren't offended.

Then a robed man and his half-dragon. Mr. Ritz moves over and does his best showy smile. Well hello, and welcome to the Ritzzz Casino & Club! I'm the owner, Ritz Mckane.

He also sends a text slowly on his cell phone. One hand and all. Sorry, business. Okay, what's your name's?

The text is to the biggest gangster hiding out in the room outside of the office. He's wearing a large 1920's suit and hat, and has one of those special to,my guns at his side. He's allowed to walk into Mr. Ritz's Office. This man is called Knuckles. He walks in and moves to where Butler might be. Sho, what's ya real name, kiddo?

[Ashen Lilies]

It's probably more confusing when a red-headed tiefling in a skimpy black policewoman (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b1/Amy_Pond.jpg) outfit tumbles out of the door of the police box. It's Male Kal too, because of shenanigans. It's all timey wimey, wibbley wobbley. I wouldn't think too hard on it. He takes a while to gain his balance. Getting bounced off of anti-teleport fields does murder on the inner ear, and it's been a while since he rocked heels.
"So... er... what are we doing again?" Says Kal, in a Scottish accent. Which, little known fact, is actually his natural accent! He just hides it because it's not very diabolical. Because everyone knows Devils all sound like they're part of the Royal Shakespeare Company. True fact.

[Reinholdt]

Well, Marciano has taken Butler's innocent if incredibly over zealous kindness as being sarcastic and insulting. He clenches his fists. Er... Fist. Son... Do you have any idea who you are mocking' 'ere? I am Ritz Mckane. You just insulted the wrong guy. Felandria, lovely, grab him. Take him to my office and keep him under constraint. I'll be in there in a minute. You, sir, are all washed up. Button your lip, no one is as kind as you. Or as stupid. Or as badly named. Not even here. He's relatively quiet, he doesn't want Locke and Dena to hear him.


Felandria smirks.

Gladly, sir.

She reaches down to wrap her hands around him, hoist him upwards and carry him into Ritz's office.

If she succeeds, she closes the door behind her and places Butler on the couch.

She sits down Indian style on the floor across from him and shoots him an EXTREMELY intimidating glance.

Don't.

Move.

Lobby -> Office

I wouldn't so much say zealous as much as an incredibly decent example I hope I can live up to one day.
Admittedly if someone told me that was their name, I'd be incredulous too.

Butler is confused. What buttons? Where's the bird? Why does he need a bath again already? If Butler is as kind as Butler is, then wouldn't that mean someone is exactly that kind no matter how kind that kind is? These feelings are mixed with a bit of shock. He even starts to protest that he'd never insult Marciano, but that's interrupted by being grabbed and lifted.
But the number one expression on his face?
That of being crushed. Utterly crushed. Yeah, he knows he's pretty dull at times. But... his name. He is oh so very proud of the name he picked out for himself. To have someone say it's bad is just... well it's crushing.

Anyways, he gets dragged into the office and told not to move. Which he does. Then someone asks him a question. On one hand, he shouldn't move. On the other hand, it'd be rude not to answer. But which is more rude?
In the end, his conditioning wins out. He was given an order and he'll stand by that order. It's hard to even see him breathe he's being that still.

[Zefir]

The tall man looks down at Mr. Ritz.

"My name is out of business. I'm from the wall and these two are the people who seek for a job. The woman is called Vutha Isk and you can call the man piano guy."

The half-dragon woman bows gently as she is mentioned. The piano guy just nods.

[happyturtle]

Lobby

From behind Kal, a devil in a red coat roller skates out of the police box, sonic allen wrench in hand. "That way!" she dramatically points. "They've got Rory, er, I mean Butler, in there!"

http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/3434/tek51b495a68ca647528109.png (http://tektek.org/avatar/53517606)

She skates through the npcs who are trying to gamble, pushing them aside while flashing Psychic Paper around to show off her credentials. Apparently, she's Jane Smith, Chairman of the Gaming Commission.

[Ashen Lilies]

[Lobby]

"Right!" Kal follows after Decker, still tripping a little over his heels. Dammit, he needs to wear these more to get used to them. Never know when walking in heels will come in handy.

[Hattish Thing]

Lobby -> Office

I wouldn't so much say zealous as much as an incredibly decent example I hope I can live up to one day.
Admittedly if someone told me that was their name, I'd be incredulous too.

Butler is confused. What buttons? Where's the bird? Why does he need a bath again already? If Butler is as kind as Butler is, then wouldn't that mean someone is exactly that kind no matter how kind that kind is? These feelings are mixed with a bit of shock. He even starts to protest that he'd never insult Marciano, but that's interrupted by being grabbed and lifted.
But the number one expression on his face?
That of being crushed. Utterly crushed. Yeah, he knows he's pretty dull at times. But... his name. He is oh so very proud of the name he picked out for himself. To have someone say it's bad is just... well it's crushing.

Anyways, he gets dragged into the office and told not to move. Which he does. Then someone asks him a question. On one hand, he shouldn't move. On the other hand, it'd be rude not to answer. But which is more rude?
In the end, his conditioning wins out. He was given an order and he'll stand by that order. It's hard to even see him breathe he's being that still.

Knuckles moves closer to Butler, before closing the door behind him. You insulted da boss pretty badly. He don't like being made fun of. He really don't. Why did ya do so? Now, Ritz gave me an ordah... You either prove your usefulness, or I break your legs. Got that? You can talk now, too.


The tall man looks down at Mr. Ritz.

"My name is out of business. I'm from the wall and these two are the people who seek for a job. The woman is called Vutha Isk and you can call the man piano guy."

The half-dragon woman bows gently as she is mentioned. The piano guy just nods.

His... His name is piano guy?! That's it?! He has no ACTUAL name? I... That... Maybe you're all just insane. I have to go for a second. Here, piano guy... Go to the piano in the Casino, play a little something, the speakers will project it all over. Gimme something jazzy.

He ignores the weird people in the worng side of the casino and walks to the theatre, before walking backstage and finally entering the office.Got my temper back in check. Knuckles, you can go now. Okay, Butler... Let me get this straight, now please make sense. Your name is Butler Butler Butler? Really? Now, if you're pulling my leg, I'll break yers. Just a warning.

[happyturtle]

Lobby >> Office

"Jane Smith" (aka Decker aka Lady Dekaros of the Sixth Circle, Marchesa of War aka "The Docent") roller skates through the casino until she's either stopped or she reaches the office.

If the latter, she'll take out her sonic allen wrench and...

knock politely with the other hand.

[Reinholdt]

Knuckles moves closer to Butler, before closing the door behind him. You insulted da boss pretty badly. He don't like being made fun of. He really don't. Why did ya do so? Now, Ritz gave me an ordah... You either prove your usefulness, or I break your legs. Got that? You can talk now, too.

Office

"I-I'm very good at washing dishes sir." He says a bit mutely. That's useful, right?


His... His name is piano guy?! That's it?! He has no ACTUAL name? I... That... Maybe you're all just insane. I have to go for a second. Here, piano guy... Go to the piano in the Casino, play a little something, the speakers will project it all over. Gimme something jazzy.

He ignores the weird people in the worng side of the casino and walks to the theatre, before walking backstage and finally entering the office.Got my temper back in check. Knuckles, you can go now. Okay, Butler... Let me get this straight, now please make sense. Your name is Butler Butler Butler? Really? Now, if you're pulling my leg, I'll break yers. Just a warning.

"Yes sir. I promise I won't touch your legs ever sir." No pulling here.

[Hattish Thing]

Okay, well. There are two offices in the casino, one in the lobby, and one in the theatre. I'll make it easy and say Butler was taken into the lobby office.

Anyway, Marciano is talking to Butler! Well, sir... Seems you can manage yourself well, tell ya what... Prove your usefulness and I'll hire ya. First you gotta be prepres to serve. How much you want.... Butler. I apologize for my outburst. [/COLOR. Then knocks. [COLOR="DarkOrange"]M'busy. Come back later.m

[Zefir]

"No, his name isn't piano guy. He just got to mayn names to give him one other than what his prupose is."

The tall man points at the piano and piano guy heads for it. As he reveal his coat, people may see his four arms, each lloking like it's not his own. As he starts playing some Jazz (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VAaIe-wBEe4). It really sounds good, even a bit better then a normal piano guy.

[happyturtle]

Lobby Office

"Jane Smith. Chairman of the Gaming Commission. I need to inspect your slot wheels and roulette machines." Decker calls through the door. "Also there have been allegations of sexist hiring practices, rumours of harbouring giants, and the third stall in the men's room hasn't been flushed in at least a week."

[Reinholdt]

Lobby Office

The most heinous of crimes.

"If it's all the same to you sir, I'd much rather just leave sir." Butler may be dense, but he's not so stupid that he wants to work for someone who threatened to break his legs twice! Both of them even. That's four legs Butler doesn't want broken.

His fur does get a little less poofy as he turns his head to look at the door that Decker's voice is coming through. It's a very calming voice, that.

[Hattish Thing]

Lobby Office

The most heinous of crimes.

"If it's all the same to you sir, I'd much rather just leave sir." Butler may be dense, but he's not so stupid that he wants to work for someone who threatened to break his legs twice! Both of them even. That's four legs Butler doesn't want broken.

His fur does get a little less poofy as he turns his head to look at the door that Decker's voice is coming through. It's a very calming voice, that.

Mr. Ritz wrings his hands slowly, before settling down in his chair. The door to get in is well locked, so Marcy can have a moment here. Butler, I... Am very sorry for my behavior. Marciano saying sorry? See, I have severe anger management issues, and sometimes I get a little carried away with my work. I don't have any friends, so it's awfully difficult for me to ever feel content... People son't like me due to my psychological issue. I can't control it... But, but, you... You seem very kind, very caring... I need someone like you around me. To keep me feeling happy, and to keep my stress levels down. Mr. Butler, I'm so sorry... Please forgive me? And give me a second chance? :smalleek::smallconfused: Marciano is completely degrading himself. Huh. Well, his words are VERY believable, and due to the suggestion spell subtly interlaced in his words, even Butler might feel very sorry for the guy.

Mr. Ritz goes even farther and bursts into tears. Before reaching across the table to hold Butler's hands. Oh please, please, please reconsider... I need you.

[Felandria]

Mr. Ritz wrings his hands slowly, before settling down in his chair. The door to get in is well locked, so Marcy can have a moment here. Butler, I... Am very sorry for my behavior. Marciano saying sorry? See, I have severe anger management issues, and sometimes I get a little carried away with my work. I don't have any friends, so it's awfully difficult for me to ever feel content... People son't like me due to my psychological issue. I can't control it... But, but, you... You seem very kind, very caring... I need someone like you around me. To keep me feeling happy, and to keep my stress levels down. Mr. Butler, I'm so sorry... Please forgive me? And give me a second chance? :smalleek::smallconfused: Marciano is completely degrading himself. Huh. Well, his words are VERY believable, and due to the suggestion spell subtly interlaced in his words, even Butler might feel very sorry for the guy.

Mr. Ritz goes even farther and bursts into tears. Before reaching across the table to hold Butler's hands. Oh please, please, please reconsider... I need you.

To facilitate things, and because she just can't resist, Felandria reaches over and begins scritching Butler behind the ear.

[happyturtle]

Outside the Lobby Office Door

"Kalmy, I think we're being ignored!" The Docent says, incredulous. "I'd use my sonic allen wrench to unlock the door, but that would be a violation of turn order. You need to say stuff now!"

[Gullara]

[Entrance]

Wow! Mysterious super-attractive Wall maiden didn't even have to say a single word to anyone in the casino club and already she has been hired for any job in the casino that she wants! That's positively sensational and totally rad! Being one of Clarissa and Dave's divine daughters does have its advantages!

"That'll be a piece of cake, boss."

My word! If that isn't one of the sultriest yet simultaneously one of the most angelic feminine voice that has ever graced my ears with its presence! Most mature men and women become good listeners without urging or a second thought and heed her nearly enthralling words whenever she speaks. Her heavenly yet curtainy voice can almost be equated with mental compulsion in that it demands people's attention, though there is no magic woven into it nor is it a supernatural voice at all. She merely has a stunningly beautiful if ordinary voice that is very pleasant to listen to.

As she has already been hired and given her first assignment, the woman takes her leave of Mister Ritz and...

What do we have here? How wonderfully perfect! She hasn't been here for more than a minute so far and already she has spied three hot people she'd hit on whether she was being paid to hit on them or relaxing on her own time. Already this gig is benefiting her! Unfortunately, she can't be in two places at once and she is being paid to shamelessly flirt with Kirk and Dena, so she decides that she'll just have to look Felandria up during her next break.

The mysterious woman shall attempt to approach Kirk and Dena! She checks them both out rather openly before attempting to strike up a conversation.

"My, do you two make a cute pair!"

The mysterious woman surreptitiously glances down and admires the region just below Dena's neckline as she utters this line, though intentionally not surreptitiously enough to keep it from being noticed, possibly.

"Anyway, I'm Khyli and I'll be entertaining you two tonight, apparently. I was hired literally less than a minute ago and nobody has filled me in on the specifics of my job, so I decided that tonight I'll leave the specifics open to interpretation."

Khyli fixes her eyes on Kirk.

"You look like the kind of man who knows the ins and outs of clubs like this. I know that this isn't something that employees usually ask customers for but I was hoping that you both could help me out tonight by allowing me to tag along with and entertain you so that I'll be able to get some hands on experience tonight instead of getting lost and completely confused and generally trying to figure out what exactly I'm meant to be doing without luck? I'd be ever so grateful and in your debt!"


[Entrance]

"It could have been worse, we could have been greeted by Magtok." Dena suggests with an amused look at the other drow.

And then a woman approaches them that Dena would start to call a maiden as soon as she started to call Kirk a virgin.

She regards Khyli in the same manner as she regards her, mentally filling her into the lesbian/bisexual category. This could be amusing. "Hi there Khyli." She greets with a wave. "So what exactly are you hired as? Just general entertainment? Or something more specific? I'm afraid Kirky here is only familiar with a very specific kind of entertainment."
[Entrance]

Kirk gives the newcomer an appreciative look as she approaches them. Why, isn't she nice to look at. He's not going to object to her being their entertainment for the evening, though he half expected that Dena wouldn't appreciate it. Then again, it is Dena.

The drow chuckles at Dena's statement. Always the joker she is. "I don't think I've had personal entertainment before." Aside from personal entertainment. "But I imagine I can keep you busy for your first night on the job. Do you have any particular talents maybe?"

[blackouttwo]

[Entrance]

"You dragged me out of the workshop for this?"

Arthur is not in Happy Mode as he heads into the casino.

There he was, just working calmly on something (he'd figure out precisely what later) when his dear and beloved girlfriend and fellow scientist, Willow Warwick, decided to try and convince him to come to this place. Arthur's never been a gambling man. Granted, he did a fairly-long stint as a gun dealer, but never a gambler.

With a decidedly-grumpy expression and a small armory's worth of concealed weapons on hand in the pockets and cuffs (and other parts) of his usual attire (considering he rarely wears anything but suits these days, making his every-day wear perfect for this environment) just in case, he leads the way in, Willow most likely only a short distance behind him.

One look at the lobby, and Arthur's expression turns from 'grumpy' to one that's more like 'I don't want to live on this plane of existence anymore', without so much as another word.

[happyturtle]

Entrance

Willow is indeed alongside Arthur. She's a nineteen year old who is very pretty, with blue eyes and chestnut brown hair and wearing a designer label cocktail dress. Of course, she's only humanly pretty. In the company of a daughter of Zeus and Mysterious Wall Woman, she probably barely outshines a meth addict. :smalltongue:

"You get all weird and forget to shower when you stay in the lab too long. Besides, we might get lucky and strike it rich. Er." Willow says. "Any preference? Or shall we play craps?"

[blackouttwo]

[Entrance]

OK, so she had a point there. The only reason he was spending so much time in the workshop lately was because he'd sworn off weapon design and was trying to expand his horizons. And ever since his application to join the Skyside Partnership was rejected, he'd been diving headlong into trying and failing to make stuff that wasn't weaponized. If nothing else, it occupied his time. Unfortunately, it was highly unproductive since it never amounted to anything.

Needless to say, he was having a hard time. Huge mental blocks are difficult to overcome, and his was more...hardwired into him than most cases.

Who knows? Maybe a night of something different is exactly what I need. He forces a smile. "Alright. Sure, let's play craps."

[Hattish Thing]

Entrance

No, I'm not ignoring you Zefir, Marciano was called away on slightly more important business. What with Time Lords and such. So, the poor piano man is left hanging! Well, until that nice lady on the desk moves over to speak with him. Erm, Mr. Ritz is busy at the moment, there seems to be some kind of problem here... Anyway, sir... do you sing?

Also, new customers! The four buff bouncers move over to Willow Warwick and her companion. The four will move over to search them and probably notice the many, many weapons. Uh... you need to put those on dah table by dah wall. Thanks. They won't take his weapons, but will watch him until he goes to put them away. The woman also speaks to them/ Erm, welcome to The Ritzzz Casino & Club!

[The Alexandrian]

[Entrance!]

"I was hired for whatever job I wanted to apply for as far as I understand, so I guess that tonight I'm being paid to do anything you want me to do, and I do mean anything, especially the kind of entertainment your friend is accustomed to if you're implying what I think you're implying."

Khyli coquettishly answers Dena, winking at the two drow with a confident smirk forming upon her face before replying to Kirk's question.

"Busy for my first night and for the following morning, I'd wager were I a gambling woman. I like to think of myself as a lady of many talents. I was trained as a ninja by my father so I'm proficient at swordplay and assassination if ever you need an irksome somebody removed from existence. I can mix a mean drink, cook a delicious meal, and I'm rather decent at playing games like anything involving cards, chess, checkers, mahjong, if that's your vice, and my personal favorite, Risk. I can perform magic tricks, sing any genre of music from opera to death metal, play the violin and fiddle, and dance however you'd like. I'm pretty good at hunting dangerous animals, playing video games, and I'm not half bad at bank robbery, would you believe? If none of that interests you, I juggle and am okay at most sports that aren't hockey. And of course, there's also less child friendly entertainment I can perform for you if either of you would find that more-"

Khyli attempts to lightly brush her smooth, soft devil's tail against Dena's upper leg while flashing Kirk a lustful smile! She is aiming to seduce the both of them over the course of the night.

"-stimulating." :smallamused:

[Shadowcaller]

[Entrance!]

Even more entertaining.

Dena turns to look at her companion. "Now that sounds interesting don't you think Kirky?" She looks back at Khyli with a grin. "I actually consider myself somewhat of a gambler as my companion here can attest." The drow gives Kirk a light poke in the (upper) ribs with her elbow. "So why don't we start with a game? That's what a casino is for right?"

[Gullara]

[Entrance!]

Kirk raises his eyebrows at Khyli. Talk about forward. Almost takes the fun out of it. You know, since he has Dena here on his arm already. "Oh yes she is. Starting with a game sounds like an excellent idea to me. Maybe we can put some of those talents to use later." Kirk winks at Khyli. Doesn't mean he can't have some fun at least.

[Ashen Lilies]

"Say something? Okay."

And assuming at this point the office door looks like a regular wooden office door, Kal will ball up a fist, and attempt to punch through the door and open it from the inside. If it's made of something silly like metal, he'll just let Decker do her thing.

[The Alexandrian]

[Entrance!]

"Great! If you'll follow me to the casino, I'll see about getting us a deck of cards and a table."

Khyli will attempt to lead the pair toward the casino!

"What type of card game are you two in the mood for tonight? Poker? Texas hold 'em? And if I may diverge from the matter at hand for a minute, may I ask what you two do for a living?"

Khyli swipes a drinks menu from a passing waiter and attempts to hand it to Kirk. He and/or his date might want a drink later on in the night and she always finds it useful to know of the advertised drink selections and prices ahead of time.

[Zefir]

Entrance

No, I'm not ignoring you Zefir, Marciano was called away on slightly more important business. What with Time Lords and such. So, the poor piano man is left hanging! Well, until that nice lady on the desk moves over to speak with him. Erm, Mr. Ritz is busy at the moment, there seems to be some kind of problem here... Anyway, sir... do you sing?

Also, new customers! The four buff bouncers move over to Willow Warwick and her companion. The four will move over to search them and probably notice the many, many weapons. Uh... you need to put those on dah table by dah wall. Thanks. They won't take his weapons, but will watch him until he goes to put them away. The woman also speaks to them/ Erm, welcome to The Ritzzz Casino & Club!

Piano

((As Happy mentioned, I can't know that he got no attention IC if you never mention it.))

The tall man and the half-dragon woman follow up ti the piano guy, who just continues paying.

"No, he can't sing. He can't even talk. Didn't knew he needs to sing as well."

[Hattish Thing]

Piano

((As Happy mentioned, I can't know that he got no attention IC if you never mention it.))

The tall man and the half-dragon woman follow up ti the piano guy, who just continues paying.

"No, he can't sing. He can't even talk. Didn't knew he needs to sing as well."

She just smiles and nods. Oh, that's fine. I just wondered. And is he willing to work here every Wednesday? Wednesday is live music night, those the theatre does need a new piano players... Are you interested in long or short term?

[Zefir]

Piano

"He can play every day is needed. Just care about the common terms of employment like 8 hour day, breaks and so on." the tall man replies.

Then he mentions the half dragon to come closer, taking a paper she got in her hands.

"Put the income on this bank account." The paper contains all the nessessary informations.

"And waht is with her?" the tall man asks, pointing at the half dragon woman.

[Reinholdt]

Mr. Ritz wrings his hands slowly, before settling down in his chair. The door to get in is well locked, so Marcy can have a moment here. Butler, I... Am very sorry for my behavior. Marciano saying sorry? See, I have severe anger management issues, and sometimes I get a little carried away with my work. I don't have any friends, so it's awfully difficult for me to ever feel content... People son't like me due to my psychological issue. I can't control it... But, but, you... You seem very kind, very caring... I need someone like you around me. To keep me feeling happy, and to keep my stress levels down. Mr. Butler, I'm so sorry... Please forgive me? And give me a second chance? :smalleek::smallconfused: Marciano is completely degrading himself. Huh. Well, his words are VERY believable, and due to the suggestion spell subtly interlaced in his words, even Butler might feel very sorry for the guy.

Mr. Ritz goes even farther and bursts into tears. Before reaching across the table to hold Butler's hands. Oh please, please, please reconsider... I need you.


To facilitate things, and because she just can't resist, Felandria reaches over and begins scritching Butler behind the ear.

Office

A suggestion spell, tears, begging AND ear scritches? Never has there been a greater mind screw since the days of Alek.

"Oh I'm sorry sir. I forgive you sir. I'll be your friend if you want me to sir." I don't know why he's apologizing.

Of course, if a door is getting punched through, that's incredibly startling. Well, maybe not as much as it should be. Decker's on the other side after all.

[Shadowcaller]

[Entrance!]

Kirk raises his eyebrows at Khyli. Talk about forward. Almost takes the fun out of it. You know, since he has Dena here on his arm already. "Oh yes she is. Starting with a game sounds like an excellent idea to me. Maybe we can put some of those talents to use later." Kirk winks at Khyli. Doesn't mean he can't have some fun at least.

[Entrance!==> Game Tables]

Dena catches sight of the guy in the policewoman uniform passing by as she is on her way to the gaming tables. Now that was something...

She attention snaps back to Khyli just as she's starting to talk about jobs. "Sword dancer. That's what I trained for." She quickly replies. "As for games, I'm more into unconventional ones. Cards games are a bit boring when you're only playing for money." Especially in the nexus.

She then attempts to swipe the menu Khyli gave to Kirk out of his hands. "I think Moscato sounds pretty good about now." She says, looking at the menu.

[Gullara]

[Entrance! => Game Tables]

Kirk doesn't even get a glimpse of the menu, but oh well. "I'll get one of those as well." He's not picky. Kirk would add more to the conversation, but he's suddenly distracted by a certain cross dressing devil. "Is that... Kal?" How odd seeing someone you kind of know under such circumstances.

[GrandDM]

Anyway, old man. No offense, sir. But you look a little old to do this sort of thing. I hope you aren't offended.



"Say something? Okay."

And assuming at this point the office door looks like a regular wooden office door, Kal will ball up a fist, and attempt to punch through the door and open it from the inside. If it's made of something silly like metal, he'll just let Decker do her thing.

As Mr Ritz walks around attending to business, the old man will follow him. However, when the strange people from the blue box show up, he will move away and follow them across the casino.

Kal will find his door-smashing halted with a precise blow to the inside of his arm, knocking it away and rendering it numb and throbbing. A foot will slam into his solar plexus, winding him and knocking him backwards onto the floor. (all attempted, of course).

"I'm afraid I can't let you smash up the premises."

[blackouttwo]

Also, new customers! The four buff bouncers move over to Willow Warwick and her companion. The four will move over to search them and probably notice the many, many weapons. Uh... you need to put those on dah table by dah wall. Thanks. They won't take his weapons, but will watch him until he goes to put them away. The woman also speaks to them/ Erm, welcome to The Ritzzz Casino & Club!

"Right. 'Ritzzz.' The extra 'Z's make it cool." Arthur's dry, sarcastic tone only intensifies as he starts drawing out all of his weapons. And I'm assuming the tight pants are uncomfortable, gentlemen. I do hope so. Arthur has a decidedly poor view of outfits like what the men are wearing. If a guy's going to draw in a lady, he needs to show a bit of class. This is just...sleazy.

All of his weapons happens to include no less than seven concealed guns of varying types, a pair of ballistic knives, and what appears to be a common pencil. Close inspection will reveal the pencil is in no way remarkable. Why he's putting it on the table is a question only he can answer, but he's not liable to do so.

[Felandria]

Office

A suggestion spell, tears, begging AND ear scritches? Never has there been a greater mind screw since the days of Alek.

"Oh I'm sorry sir. I forgive you sir. I'll be your friend if you want me to sir." I don't know why he's apologizing.

Of course, if a door is getting punched through, that's incredibly startling. Well, maybe not as much as it should be. Decker's on the other side after all.

Felandria throws caution to the winds and starts giving Butler a belly rub.

[Hattish Thing]

"Say something? Okay."

And assuming at this point the office door looks like a regular wooden office door, Kal will ball up a fist, and attempt to punch through the door and open it from the inside. If it's made of something silly like metal, he'll just let Decker do her thing.

Nope, it's wood. A plain wooden door. Kal will be able to smash right through that poor door, and unlock it.


Piano

"He can play every day is needed. Just care about the common terms of employment like 8 hour day, breaks and so on." the tall man replies.

Then he mentions the half dragon to come closer, taking a paper she got in her hands.

"Put the income on this bank account." The paper contains all the nessessary informations.

"And waht is with her?" the tall man asks, pointing at the half dragon woman.

The woman frowns and simply shrugs. A friend of Mr, Ritz's, apparently. Nevermind it, okay? Breaks, of course, and what would he like payment wise, hm? He certainly has talent. What's his name?


Office

A suggestion spell, tears, begging AND ear scritches? Never has there been a greater mind screw since the days of Alek.

"Oh I'm sorry sir. I forgive you sir. I'll be your friend if you want me to sir." I don't know why he's apologizing.

Of course, if a door is getting punched through, that's incredibly startling. Well, maybe not as much as it should be. Decker's on the other side after all.

Yes, indeed. Marciano continues his sad, pathetic sobs before he hears what he wants. He still acts extremely upset, and very lonely. His sniffles are quite a sound. He continues his suggestion spell long enough to ask, Please work for me? Oh please, please, please? I need you in my life... I promise to pay you extra... You're such a good person... You, you're amazing. then his tummy will be rubbed by Felandria!

Then fist meets door, and Marciano does something more to convince Butler. He rolls out of his chair and in front of Butler. Stay back from my friends!


As Mr Ritz walks around attending to business, the old man will follow him. However, when the strange people from the blue box show up, he will move away and follow them across the casino.

Kal will find his door-smashing halted with a precise blow to the inside of his arm, knocking it away and rendering it numb and throbbing. A foot will slam into his solar plexus, winding him and knocking him backwards onto the floor. (all attempted, of course).

"I'm afraid I can't let you smash up the premises."

This happens, there's probably some pain.


"Right. 'Ritzzz.' The extra 'Z's make it cool." Arthur's dry, sarcastic tone only intensifies as he starts drawing out all of his weapons. And I'm assuming the tight pants are uncomfortable, gentlemen. I do hope so. Arthur has a decidedly poor view of outfits like what the men are wearing. If a guy's going to draw in a lady, he needs to show a bit of class. This is just...sleazy.

All of his weapons happens to include no less than seven concealed guns of varying types, a pair of ballistic knives, and what appears to be a common pencil. Close inspection will reveal the pencil is in no way remarkable. Why he's putting it on the table is a question only he can answer, but he's not liable to do so.

The four guards don't seem to really care about Arthur's whining. They're not paid to talk to the people. The bouncers raise eyebrows at all the weaponry. Dat is impressive. The pants? The pants are fine. Why ask? Would you like a pair to impress your lady? We sell dem.

[Ashen Lilies]

[Office]

Woo! Progress! Kal bashes through the door, but then has his arm paralyzed by some jerk who's rather over attached to it. He's not kicked in the solar plexus though, as he has enough sense dodge that.
"Go." He says to Decker, before launching his cunning counter attack! Instead of bothering with namby pamby nerve strikes or pressure point blows, he attempts to use the ancient techniques passed down to him from generations past by the wise and learned masters of the Black Lotus Academy, where he did his training.
...
He tries to knee his assailant in the groin, followed by headbutting him.
...
Hey, whatever works, man.

[Zefir]

Piano

((I don't quiet get her first sentence.))

"I assume [A bit over avarage] payment for a skilled player as he is." The tall man replies to the woman.

"And as I already mentioned to you boss. call him piano guy. It's best for all of us."

[happyturtle]

Lobby Office

The Docent has said on previous occasions: "They're roller skates. I wear roller skates now. Roller skates are cool."

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/genesisclimber7/fez.jpg

"Jane Smith" rollerskates through the door wreckage, and attempts to skate around Marciano and Felandria to scoop Butler up in her arms.

This is highly unlikely to work, and very highly likely to result in the devil time lord crashing into one or more of the people in the office. Roller skates aren't nearly as cool as she thinks they are.


Entrance

Willow turns over a thigh holster gun that doesn't look like it shoots bullets. Once those unpleasantries are dealt with, she hooks an arm in Arthur's and heads for the craps table.

[Reinholdt]

Lobby Office

Gah. Belly rubs! Butler doesn't like those. Butler likes ear scritches. =x

"I-"
Well look at that.
"Oh it's ok sir. That's my wife sir. Hi De-" Well either he's getting kidnapped on skates or run into or someone else is getting run into. Either way it looks like Butler can barely get words in before SOMETHING happens.

[Felandria]

When the door gets smashed, Felandria pulls herself away from Butler and gets into position in front of the door, ready to strike.

[McBish]

Two men come into the new casino looking around. They both look fairly average maybe a bit more muscular than you would expect from random citzens. They are dressed in plain clothes that look well worn, a patch on the elbows or knees.

"I'm telling you if Meg finds out we came here she will kill us?" Jim says looking back behind them as they come in as if looking to see if anyone is following them.

"Nonsense, she would want us to this place out. Someone has to take a look around. Gordon says reassuring his friend and putting an arm around his shoulder continuing to lead him into the casino. "Besides how likely is it that she could find out about us being here?"

[GrandDM]

[Office]

Woo! Progress! Kal bashes through the door, but then has his arm paralyzed by some jerk who's rather over attached to it. He's not kicked in the solar plexus though, as he has enough sense dodge that.
"Go." He says to Decker, before launching his cunning counter attack! Instead of bothering with namby pamby nerve strikes or pressure point blows, he attempts to use the ancient techniques passed down to him from generations past by the wise and learned masters of the Black Lotus Academy, where he did his training.
...
He tries to knee his assailant in the groin, followed by headbutting him.
...
Hey, whatever works, man.

The knee is blocked by a downward palm strike, gripping the thigh, then the old man, who is apparently a ninja, spins, avoiding the headbutt, still holding the leg, stabs his own leg through Kal's, grips Kal's arm and flips him clean over, slamming him into the ground.

"Hey, giant bouncer woman! A little help? I might be a Grandmaster, but I can't be in two places at once!"

[Hattish Thing]

Marciano does not want this kind of attention, this blatant destrucon of his innocent door makes him a little upset. He balls up his fist and yells a little. Stop! Seriously you psychopaths! Stop it right now! Old man, quit it. ....Police woman? Man? Whatever, quit this. That door is my property, and you just broke it. You've damaged my casino, and I'm going to press charges, hear me?! I will send you to jail, righ-Oow!

Roller skates. Ouch. The devil time lord barrels right into Mr. Ritz, knocking him over. She's attacked a cripple, nice. :smalltongue: Ah, help me!

----

Two men in shabby clothing walk in! How nice! The young woman nods at them briefly and speaks cheerily. Oh, hello young men! Welcome to The Ritzzz Casino & Club! Gambling, Games, and Adult Theatre.

----

The woman nods at the piano man. Oh... I'll have to. Lear it with the boss, but so far so good! The payment works too. What does he eat? And... What is he, exactly?

[Felandria]

The knee is blocked by a downward palm strike, gripping the thigh, then the old man, who is apparently a ninja, spins, avoiding the headbutt, still holding the leg, stabs his own leg through Kal's, grips Kal's arm and flips him clean over, slamming him into the ground.

"Hey, giant bouncer woman! A little help? I might be a Grandmaster, but I can't be in two places at once!"

Felandria crawls through the door and gets to her feet, standing next to the old man.

What do you need?

[Zefir]

The man now looks directly into the womans eyes. His face appears very intimidating, but that isn't his pruppose. As he speaks up his words carry a spell which should make her belive his words are her thoughts.

"You don't want to know. He is just a human , nothing more adn therefor eats what human eat."

If the spell works, she should think exactly what he said. The tall man will then head for the office again, since he needs to talk to Mr. Ritz about the half dragon woman.

[McBish]

Two men in shabby clothing walk in! How nice! The young woman nods at them briefly and speaks cheerily. Oh, hello young men! Welcome to The Ritzzz Casino & Club! Gambling, Games, and Adult Theatre.


"Perfect, I love adult theatre." Gordon says grining happily. Jim just shakes his head sighing. "What about drinks? I think I am going to need drinks to survive tonight." The two of them are both looking around the Casino.

[Ashen Lilies]

The knee is blocked by a downward palm strike, gripping the thigh, then the old man, who is apparently a ninja, spins, avoiding the headbutt, still holding the leg, stabs his own leg through Kal's, grips Kal's arm and flips him clean over, slamming him into the ground.

"Hey, giant bouncer woman! A little help? I might be a Grandmaster, but I can't be in two places at once!"

First off! Godmodding! Don't do it! It's bad, kay? Secondly... apparently being a ninja allows you to stab people with your leg? :smalleek:

Do ninjas replace their legs with blades? Or maybe ninja training involves sharpening your foot into a fearsome stabbing implement! I don't know!

And we never will know, because the old man never gets that far in his assault! See, Kal is a Scotsman, and Scotsmen are natural counters to ninjas! As soon as the old man spins to avoid the headbutt, Kal responds by attempting to use the fearsome counter-spinning technique of "I jump on your back and hit you repeatedly in the back of the head", a complicated maneuver in which a 6 foot plus muscular dude wearing a policewoman outfit attempts to jump on an old man's back and hit him repeatedly in the back of the head.

[happyturtle]

Lobby Office

Decker crawls over to Butler and kisses him.

Mmm... Butler kisses....

Everyone else is ignored. She's kissing her husband.

[Reinholdt]

Lobby Office

"Please stop fighting sirs, ma'ams!" It's distressing and makes Butler not want to work for anyone.

Kissing on the other hand, is de-stressing. Which is nice. Mmmm... kissing. Guess he has no more complaints for the time being.

[The Alexandrian]

[Game Tables]

Khyli's attention is attracted to Kal very briefly when Kirk incredulously poses his question. ... Huh. That right there is not something that you see everyday. A male fighting decently in heels. What a rare breed!

Moving on...

Khyli signals a passing waiter to approach and quickly places Kirk and Dena's order before pressing on to an empty game table, picking up a sealed deck of cards, tearing the pack open, and shuffling the cards with the standard table riffle shuffle. While her performance in shuffling the cards is adequate, it might be noticed that it is a little sloppy as if she recently learned the shuffling technique and hasn't practiced it enough to master it.

"Then what would you like to play for? I believe the casino normally only accepts wagers where legal currency is involved, but I've got some personal items that we could play for off of the books. I'll wager servitude time, souls, information, though I haven't been keeping up to date on anything important recently besides the Riverside plague, clothes, or a magical item."

So, how would you guys like to rp these games?

[GrandDM]

First off! Godmodding! Don't do it! It's bad, kay? Secondly... apparently being a ninja allows you to stab people with your leg? :smalleek:

Do ninjas replace their legs with blades? Or maybe ninja training involves sharpening your foot into a fearsome stabbing implement! I don't know!

And we never will know, because the old man never gets that far in his assault! See, Kal is a Scotsman, and Scotsmen are natural counters to ninjas! As soon as the old man spins to avoid the headbutt, Kal responds by attempting to use the fearsome counter-spinning technique of "I jump on your back and hit you repeatedly in the back of the head", a complicated maneuver in which a 6 foot plus muscular dude wearing a policewoman outfit attempts to jump on an old man's back and hit him repeatedly in the back of the head.

One, not godmodding. All combat actions are attempted. Second, I meant between his legs - as in, one leg gripped, old man grabs arm and flips Kal over, using his leg to trip Kal.

Third, the old man is jumped on, but as Kal begins to punch, he lunges forward into a flip, coming down on Kal with an elbow.


Felandria crawls through the door and gets to her feet, standing next to the old man.

What do you need?

"Don't come out here! Get the other one!"

[Ashen Lilies]

And so the old man does a forward flip with a ~170 pound tiefling on his back.
...
Well there's a mental image.

His attack succeeds, but now he's an old man ninja lying on top of a incredibly fit half-devil ninja in the prime of his youth. One who has a... significant level of experience in horizontal acrobatics, I might add. The elbow does little to prevent Kal from attempting to grapevine his legs around the old man's, then hurl him off and sit on him in a rather standard mount position, where he can grab the old man's arms and twist them behind his back, locking them in place with his full weight.
"You know, I tend to find myself in this situation more than you might think."

[Felandria]

All this chaos, fighting and kissing...

Felandria knew what she had to do.

ENOUGH!

Hopefully this will stop everyone in their tracks.

Look, you people need to tell me exactly what you're doing before I throw ALL OF YOU out.

And you know I can do it.

She looks at Kal.

You first.

Why are you breaking down Mr. Rita's door and what are your intentions?

[Shadowcaller]

[Game Tables]

"Hey, I bet you'd enjoy servitude. Wouldn't you Kirky?" And that's another poke in the ribs for the poor drow. "But seriously, what if we just wager whatever we want and the other players just have to accept the wager first?" She suggests before turning to Kirk. "And who the heck is Kal? Do you know him?"

[Gullara]

[Game Tables]

Kirk shakes his head at Dena and chuckles. "I think betting whatever sounds fine by me. It makes things interesting." The drow spares another glance back in the direction of Kal and the craziness over there. "As for Kal, I used to work with him." Both being members of AMEN is working together, right? Dena might guess that's what he means, though Khyli will of course not.

As for how we'll RP it, Kirk is significantly better at cards than I am, so some handwaving will be required.

[The Alexandrian]

[Game Tables]

IRL, I'm terrible at playing card games. I'm very rarely lucky enough to be dealt half-decent hands and I don't have the first clue about what to do with the bad hands I usually end up with.

Khyli isn't as horrid as I am at card games, but she's no pro at them either. While she does have an extensive knowledge base book-wise on card game strategies and etc to use in a match, in application she isn't as good as she could be and likely isn't as good at cards as many of the other dealers. Hopefully, the inherent house advantage might keep her from being cleaned out by Dena and Kirk too quickly.

"Betting whatever works for me too, then. As we're all in agreement on wagers, betting is now open. I'll deal a game of standard poker to start the night off after everyone places their bets and we'll transition to more complex games progressively as the night goes on, if you'd like. Sound good to you two?"

And she will if they agree that it is good, though she wants to allow someone else to bet first because she doesn't quite know how high/low Dena and Kirk would like the wagers to be.

She coughs a little on learning about Kirk's relationship with Kal, politely covering her mouth with her elbow. They...worked together? But that Kal guy was cross dressing in the garb of a lady of the night! Does that mean that... It does logically follow and he didn't say what his job was when asked.

"You worked with him? I take it that you were the nurse to his policewoman. What would it take to hire you for a coming-of-age party for a female friend of mine?" :smallconfused:

:smalltongue:

[GrandDM]

All this chaos, fighting and kissing...

Felandria knew what she had to do.

ENOUGH!

Hopefully this will stop everyone in their tracks.

Look, you people need to tell me exactly what you're doing before I throw ALL OF YOU out.

And you know I can do it.

She looks at Kal.

You first.

Why are you breaking down Mr. Rita's door and what are your intentions?


And so the old man does a forward flip with a ~170 pound tiefling on his back.
...
Well there's a mental image.

His attack succeeds, but now he's an old man ninja lying on top of a incredibly fit half-devil ninja in the prime of his youth. One who has a... significant level of experience in horizontal acrobatics, I might add. The elbow does little to prevent Kal from attempting to grapevine his legs around the old man's, then hurl him off and sit on him in a rather standard mount position, where he can grab the old man's arms and twist them behind his back, locking them in place with his full weight.
"You know, I tend to find myself in this situation more than you might think."

As you should know if you've watched any martial arts films, the old ninja is always about ten times as badass as the young one. The Grandmaster springs to his feet (one of those flip up to vertical from horizontal instantly ones) before Kal has a chance to start the grapevine, and smoothly steps away.

"It has been a long time since I have faced a worthy adversary. I hope we will fight again under less opposing intents."

He turns to Felandria.

"I apologise for jumping in ahead of my opponent, but I wish to make my point. I intervened to prove that I am not, as the proprietor of this place thinks, too old for security work. In fact, I am preferable to almost any younger man, as I have decades of experience in the art of unarmed combat. I am Grandmaster Shui'yan, at your service."

He bows, keeping a careful eye on Kal in case he tries anything.

[Shadowcaller]

[Game Tables]

"You never told me you were in that business Kirky." Dena says with mock surprise. She always suspected of course. "Now you really got to tell me, what sort of working relationship did you and Kal have? I bet you looked so hot together up on the stage. No wonder you amassed such a fortune."

The cards can wait for the time being, unless Kirk would bet any information about his previous job as a stripper.

[Gullara]

[Game Tables]

"...Excuse me?" Kirk is caught off guard by that particular conclusion being leaped to. "Er, no. Believe me, I'm as surprised by his choice in clothing as anyone." He shoots Dena a glare without all that much menace behind it. Of course she's taken this opportunity to mess with him. He's never going to hear the end of it.

"How about the game, then? I'll start the betting." Subject change. This is the best plan. "How about we start small? A kiss for the lovely lady that wins it." He proposes with a small smirk.

[The Alexandrian]

[Game Tables]

Aw! Khyli is disappointed! With that experience and set of skills under his belt, Kirk would've been the greatest source of entertainment at that party for a friend she mentioned, she believes! She's not that disappointed, though, and the spoils Kirk has offered to the victor of this hand of cards are more than sufficient to set her devil tail gently and cheerily wagging in excitement!

"I'll accept that wager, if the kiss is on the lips."

Khyli kittenishly qualifies before tapping her chin with her index finger as she thinks about what she wants to wager on this hand of equal or greater value.

"Hm... I think I'll up the ante on this one. A passionate kiss and a gentle embrace to the gorgeous lady or the dashing gentleman who wins this hand."

[Shadowcaller]

[Game Tables]

Dena responds by shooting a smug smile in Kirk's direction. He should know better than to make comments like that. She then turns to Khyli again. "What happens if the winner isn't interested in the prize? I'd say we get money instead, as a replacement. Personally I wager a sword dance if anyone is interested."

[Hattish Thing]

Lobby Office

"Please stop fighting sirs, ma'ams!" It's distressing and makes Butler not want to work for anyone.

Kissing on the other hand, is de-stressing. Which is nice. Mmmm... kissing. Guess he has no more complaints for the time being.

Marciano groans at the rubble, before getting back up off the floor. Damn this all. He is in a terrible mood, and who wouldn't be? He gets himself ready, then speaks. What the hell?! Seriously, you people. Who are you?!


The man now looks directly into the womans eyes. His face appears very intimidating, but that isn't his pruppose. As he speaks up his words carry a spell which should make her belive his words are her thoughts.

"You don't want to know. He is just a human , nothing more adn therefor eats what human eat."

If the spell works, she should think exactly what he said. The tall man will then head for the office again, since he needs to talk to Mr. Ritz about the half dragon woman.

I'm confused... Half dragon, where? :smallsigh:

[Mee]

I'm confused... Half dragon, where? :smallsigh:

[Entrance Doohicky!]

There's the one that just walked in! :smallbiggrin:
Well, not that that was the one being referenced in the quote's quote, but shhhhh, this is a great intro.

Anyway! So this half dragon walks into a Casino! She has short, black hair, half of her face is purple, and she's wearing a floor length trench coat with a large bulge in the back of it.
What? More is needed? Like why is half of her face purple? Well okaaaay. Just for you guys.
The left half of her face is actually covered in fairly iridescent purple dragon scales. Due to being on her face, they're all fairly small, and the match the contours of her face very nicely. At the point where the scales meet the skin, it's hard to tell exactly what happens. The scales seem to hide under the skin, and it looks like the skin has grown over them. Or did the scales grow in under the skin? Anyway!

Unless stopped by someone, she just saunters in, rubbernecking to see everything, and eventually ends at the poker tables, watching in rapt fascination.

[Hattish Thing]

Half-Dragons!

The young woman sees the other half-purple half-dragon. :smalltongue:

She raises her eyes for a second before nodding. Oh, there's your half-dragon! No, Mr. Ritz doesn't know her I don't think. The mins thing worked, by the way. The buff leather-clad man move to her. Dan boss don't like trench coats. Take it off... Please. Also, if you have any weapons, put em up, please.

[Mee]

Half-Dragons!

The young woman sees the other half-purple half-dragon. :smalltongue:

She raises her eyes for a second before nodding. Oh, there's your half-dragon! No, Mr. Ritz doesn't know her I don't think. The mins thing worked, by the way. The buff leather-clad man move to her. Dan boss don't like trench coats. Take it off... Please. Also, if you have any weapons, put em up, please.

The girl looks at him, somewhat incredulously.
"The sign says you're hiring strippers, but should I, like, get payed for this?" She asks, fairly pointedly not taking off her jacket yet, nor does she go for any sort of weapon. She just places her hands on her hips, and looks up at him, tapping her foot slightly.

[Hattish Thing]

The girl looks at him, somewhat incredulously.
"The sign says you're hiring strippers, but should I, like, get payed for this?" She asks, fairly pointedly not taking off her jacket yet, nor does she go for any sort of weapon. She just places her hands on her hips, and looks up at him, tapping her foot slightly.

The bouncers stare at each other for a second before the leader begins speaking. Uh, no? We don't allow coats like that, unless you allow us to search you. Understand? Company policy and such.

[Mee]

The bouncers stare at each other for a second before the leader begins speaking. Uh, no? We don't allow coats like that, unless you allow us to search you. Understand? Company policy and such.

"Well, you did just tell me to take off my clothing." That probably means she's not wearing anything under it, if she's referring to the jacket as her clothing.
"And you're not going to pat me down. I think this is derogation against half-breeds. Did you tell anyone else to strip when they walked in? And threaten to pat them down if they don't? Is it because I'm not human?

HMMM?" The semi-crazy girl demands, eyes wide and demanding.

[Gullara]

[Game Tables]

"Ah Dena, that's no fun. But I suppose if that's what you want, that's fair. Do you think so, Khyli?" Shame, it would have been hilarious to watch Dena be so uncomfortable. But that wouldn't exactly be a reward. As it is, Kirk rather wants to win this round. He's heard hints of what this blade dance is, but he'd rather like to experience first hand.

[Asha'man]

Currently Seeking Staff:

One Bouncer, Female. Must be sexy.

Bartender, any gender. Preferably charismatic.

Hired Counter, any gender. To make sure others don't cheat.

Strippers, male and female. Obvious prerequisites.

Chorus Girls, female with one or two male. Good, clean entertainers.



[Somewhere near the entrance and chaos I assume.]

A black coated man walks in the casino. To describe him fully look at my avatar. He's the same just without the glowing white aura and ripped sleeves. He sees the mess but decides it would be better to ignore it as he wasn't looking for trouble, he was looking for a job. He goes ahead to look for someone who works there and asks,

"Excuse me, I heard that your establishment was offering a job as a barternder. Can you tell me where I can go to apply?"

He says in a casual manner.

[The Alexandrian]

[Game Tables]

"That works, I suppose. Or we could offer the winner more than one choice. For instance, if nobody wants to win kisses and hugs from me, he or she could win five minutes of servitude instead. I'm willing to do some hard labor, spellcasting, or fighting if summoned in case one of you two ever has a chore that you really don't want to do or something."

Khyli answers, finally dealing the first hand, which she'll probably lose. She attempts to identify some of Kirk's tells and Dena's tells and establish her own very visible fake tells, though she hasn't had much real practice at it. I don't think Khyli truly understands what tedious, toilsome labor Kirk and Dena might possibly subject her to under the almost totally unspecified terms of this contract.

[Zefir]

[Entrance 2]

A tall men, followed by a female black halfdragon (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=12094528&postcount=597) and a man with a long coat, enters the establishment. The tall man wears an armless grey robe, covering his torso and feet. His shoulder seem to grow something like scales, which appear very sharp and head down half his arms. Tatoos , showing off arcane symbols cover his lower arms but his hands appear normal. Some of the scales appear also on his face, mainly on his cheek and where people normaly have eyebrows. His hair is cut short and grey. With the scales in his face he appears a bit angry all the time and makes it harder to get his current feeling.

The tall man looks around, taking note of the unnatural beauty who talks to the drow couple, he searches for the man in charge.


Marciano groans at the rubble, before getting back up off the floor. Damn this all. He is in a terrible mood, and who wouldn't be? He gets himself ready, then speaks. What the hell?! Seriously, you people. Who are you?!



I'm confused... Half dragon, where? :smallsigh:

((Actually I'mmore confused why you are confused. I nearly mentioned the half dragon I mean in EVERY post, but either you ignored t or you didn't read them. I quoted my first post here so you remember. Mee's character isn't the half-dragon I meant))

The tall man just sights. seems like the people working here are a bit crazy or not really sane since they miss the half dragon woman who stood on his right side the whole time. At last the piano guy seems to get some income.

"Are you blind? I meant her!" He points at the black half dragon right behind him. The halfdragon even got the parers he gave her just a few moments ago.

[Felandria]

As you should know if you've watched any martial arts films, the old ninja is always about ten times as badass as the young one. The Grandmaster springs to his feet (one of those flip up to vertical from horizontal instantly ones) before Kal has a chance to start the grapevine, and smoothly steps away.

"It has been a long time since I have faced a worthy adversary. I hope we will fight again under less opposing intents."

He turns to Felandria.

"I apologise for jumping in ahead of my opponent, but I wish to make my point. I intervened to prove that I am not, as the proprietor of this place thinks, too old for security work. In fact, I am preferable to almost any younger man, as I have decades of experience in the art of unarmed combat. I am Grandmaster Shui'yan, at your service."

He bows, keeping a careful eye on Kal in case he tries anything.

Felandria accepts this answer and turns to Kal.

Now, answer my question.

Why are you coming in here, wrecking the joint dressed like that?

[happyturtle]

Lobby Office

"Can't talk. Kissing." Decker says.


Entrance >> Craps Table

Since no one at the entrance seems to be interacting with Willow and Arthur, I guess they move on to the craps table?

[Reinholdt]

Lobby Office

Butler is kissing. Can't talk.

Though he did say one of the two is his wife. :smalltongue:

[GrandDM]

Marciano groans at the rubble, before getting back up off the floor. Damn this all. He is in a terrible mood, and who wouldn't be? He gets himself ready, then speaks. What the hell?! Seriously, you people. Who are you?!


The old man bows.

"I am Grandmaster Shui'yan, Hermit of the Mountain and Master of the Nine Ways. And no, I am not too old to be a bouncer."

[McBish]

[Wandering]

Jim and Gordon will head to where ever they can get drinks and then start wandering around. They will gamble some, playing at tables and trying out slot machines. While they give very little reason for anyone to pay attention to them for long, if someone was watching them it might look like the two are casing the joint. They seem interested in figuring out the layout of the casino and are always looking around. It could just be that they are really impressed by the casino itself.

[Ashen Lilies]

"And I hope you spend the next thousand years being eaten alive by Stygian Weevils. It's so sad when we have to see our dreams unfulfilled." Says Kal, getting up just as smoothly. It's such a nice thing when two ninjas bond.
"And I'm wrecking the joint dressed like this because my other joint-wrecking clothes are in the wash."

[GrandDM]

"And I hope you spend the next thousand years being eaten alive by Stygian Weevils. It's so sad when we have to see our dreams unfulfilled." Says Kal, getting up just as smoothly. It's so nice to see two fellow martial artists bond this way.
"And I'm wrecking the joint dressed like this because my other joint-wrecking clothes are in the wash."

"It is never wise to antagonise an unknown quantity. He may be powerful enough to make you regret it."

[Ashen Lilies]

"The only thing I regret doing is your mother." Says Kal glibly.
"It's been three days now and I still can't get the stench of dead person off me."

[Felandria]

"The only thing I regret doing is your mother." Says Kal glibly.
"It's been three days now and I still can't get the stench of dead person off me."

Felandria was getting angry, but trying REALLYHARD not to simply throw this man across the room into a bank of slots.

ONE. LAST. CHANCE.

Tell me what your intentions are or I will be forced to bounce you.

By which I mean I throw you off the roof and see how high you bounce.

[Shadowcaller]

[Game Tables]

"Too easy to abuse." 5 minutes of servitude could be all sorts of things. Dena accepts the cards without as much as looking at them. Instead she's looking at the others, keeping her arms crossed over the table.

"So Kylie, do you even know what your pay is or what you're supposed to do? As far as I understand it, casinos exist so people can waste their money and everyone under their payroll are supposed to make sure the guests waste as much money as possible." The drow remarks. "Take Kirky here for example, how would you make him waste his money? He looks pretty rich judging by the suit."

[Gullara]

[Game Tables]

Kirk's tells are... subtle if they exist at all, and the drow is an excellent bluffer on top of that. He's going to be very hard to read. Right now he just smiles in amusement at Dena. Otherwise he just listens to Khyli's response.

[happyturtle]

Office Lobby

Decker reluctantly pulls away from the kiss when she realizes she's left Kal at the mercy of two would-be bouncers.

"We came here for Butler. If you'd opened the door, we wouldn't have broken it!" 'Jane Smith' says. "Besides, I'm here from the Gaming Commission, and I need to inspect the facilities"

You do realize those are two completely different stories, right Decker? Right? :smallyuk: :smallsigh:

[The Alexandrian]

[Game Tables]

Drat! If Kirk has not a tell that a poker rookie can easily identify, Khyli is going to have to rely on blind luck and statistics to win what few hands she might possibly realistically stand a chance at barely winning.

Luck be her (hot) lady tonight!

Khyli wasn't expecting Dena to ask her a question like that! Her eyes dart to a fast-approaching suited waiter carrying the party's drinks to them on a silver-colored tray. The waiter will attempt to silently deliver the chilled beverages (if wine is best to served cold) to Kirk and Dena while Khyli tries to answer Dena's question with a smile as best she can.

"Well..."

*Short pause.*

"I don't know what amount I'm being paid by the hour or by the day or the duties of a casino staff member, and between you two and me, I couldn't care less. I'm here to seduce meet new people. Being paid to do it is a nice perk, but I'd be here doing basically this same thing for free anyway if I hadn't been hired to do it as an employee."

"But hypothetically, were my sights set on Mister Kirk's money, my options would be kinda limited at this point. We aren't playing cards for cash, so unless I wanted to pawn off whatever I might win, I couldn't relieve him of any of his wealth that way, but I could use the cards to drain any monetary assets he has on-hand indirectly. If he won most of the card games, he'd probably keep playing cards longer than he would have otherwise. If I arrange for your alcoholic beverages to be refilled whenever they're getting close to being empty, one of you could get a little tipsy and loosen your purse strings and purchase something more costly or gamble on the slot machines thinking that this is your lucky night on top of being billed for all of the drinks you partook of. Alternatively, I could try to break you and your boyfriend, please forgive me if I haven't correctly identified your relationship, up and end the night by going home with him in your stead after which I could possibly convince him to buy things for me for at least a day in trade for the promise of curtains later in the day. I guess I could also try to access his pocketbook by selling you items that you might be interested in. Your choice of profession leads me to believe that you must be very fond of swords which is a commodity that I own many of."

"That or I could be boring and try to provide you both with exceptionally good service and a very fun and entertaining night in the hopes that you'll both return someday to enjoy another night at this fine establishment."

"Or I could just reach into his deep pockets and steal his wallet while nobody was looking, but I'd probably get distracted by something else and entirely forget what my original mission was all about."

Khyli teases, preparing to ask Dena a question of her own!

"Why? Are you worried about me cleaning Mister Kirk out or are you looking forward to doing that to the both of us yourself? If you, hypothetically, wanted to gain all of my dosh and all of Mister Kirk's dosh, how would you go about it?"

[Hattish Thing]

Mr. Ritz's Lobby Office - Timeline 1

Well, this is odd. Marciano's temper is bubbling at boiling point, the only reason he's not going completely insane is because he wants to keep Butler. He begins to speak! I... That's not...

....

He puts his hand in his coat before calmly speaking. ...So, Ms... You say you came for Butler, my employee. Then you say you're from this... Gaming Commission. I've never heard of this. So, you wanna prove you are who you are, and that this commission has authority over me? I also expect payment for that property damage, or I will sue you. Kay?

Somewhere by the Office - Timeline 2

The black-coated man is greeted by the woman who I hereby call Betty. She speaks to him, appearing very friendly and respectful, though she seems to be kinda stressed out due to the sheer chaos of what is going on. She speaks slowly but cheerily. Oh? Well, hello. I'm Ms. Betty. And what would your name be? Do you have any qualifications? Mr. Ritz, as tired and sour-faced as ever slams the door wide. It appears he's had a bad day. He walks over to the black-coated man. He's dressed in a bright orange zoot suit, with a funny brightly colored feathered hat. ... Who's this?

Piano Man & Co. - Timeline 3

Oh, I get it now! Sorry, confusing taking care of all this! She just nods at him. Go ahead, he's just over there, knock first though. He gets crabby.

Half-Purple Half-Dragon - Timeline 4

He frowns before having Betty fetch Mr. Ritz. She does so, and the angry man walks out, a big cigar in his mouth. Which, ironically still has a Louv're Brand logo... If she has ever met Marciano, she might see this guy looks identical to him, but with only one arm and human sized. Kay, why ya causing trouble 'ere?

Wandering - Timeline 5

The casino is big and well-kept. They will not win anything, unless they are particularly good at the games they play. The tables are kept managed, and the food is good, albeit expensive. As if everything else here. Very big, and nice. It makes anyone feel rich and famous. The slow, jazzy music is very homey, and pretty women in glittering clothing occasionally walk around for a drink before their next show. It's very nice, and very classy.

[Mee]

Half-Purple Half-Dragon - Timeline 4

He frowns before having Betty fetch Mr. Ritz. She does so, and the angry man walks out, a big cigar in his mouth. Which, ironically still has a Louv're Brand logo... If she has ever met Marciano, she might see this guy looks identical to him, but with only one arm and human sized. Kay, why ya causing trouble 'ere?


"Sir," the woman explains, trying to remain very calm, "this man demanded that I strip. I was just trying to negotiate that I at least get payed. I am not causing trouble here: he is."
She has never seen Marciano, as it turns out.

[Ashen Lilies]

"Yes." Says Kal, thinking quickly.
"We're here to retrieve our fellow. The man, I might add, that you just forcefully grabbed and kept in an office against his will. Sue us? Frankly Mr.... Whoever You Are... you should be glad we don't charge you for kidnapping." Kal glares at Mr. Ritz.
"And frankly, after being manhandled by this shaved monkey and threatened by your... rather gorgeous, actually... giant elf woman, I'm well considering it." :mad:

[Hattish Thing]

"Yes." Says Kal, thinking quickly.
"We're here to retrieve our fellow. The man, I might add, that you just forcefully grabbed and kept in an office against his will. Sue us? Frankly Mr.... Whoever You Are... you should be glad we don't charge you for kidnapping." Kal glares at Mr. Ritz.
"And frankly, after being manhandled by this shaved monkey and threatened by your... rather gorgeous, actually... giant elf woman, I'm well considering it." :mad:

He replies very fast, speaking quickly and harshly. I didn't "hold Butler against his will". He's my friend, and employee! I am Mr. Ritz. R I T Z. Learn it, Kay? And even if you tried, I can find the best lawyer in town very quickly. I win, always. Now you, sit. Or I'm calling the police.

Timeline 4

Marciano blinks twice before facing his goon and glaring. Mr. Ritz's death glare is the thing of children's nightmares. Over the top, but intimidating. ... What? Knuckles, you go to my office, now. the one called Knuckles does so, while Marciano smiles a weak and obviously faked smile. Was he trying to search you?

[Mee]

Timeline 4

Marciano blinks twice before facing his goon and glaring. Mr. Ritz's death glare is the thing of children's nightmares. Over the top, but intimidating. ... What? Knuckles, you go to my office, now. the one called Knuckles does so, while Marciano smiles a weak and obviously faked smile. Was he trying to search you?

The woman lets out a very impressive scoff. "He was certainly going to try."

[Felandria]

"Yes." Says Kal, thinking quickly.
"We're here to retrieve our fellow. The man, I might add, that you just forcefully grabbed and kept in an office against his will. Sue us? Frankly Mr.... Whoever You Are... you should be glad we don't charge you for kidnapping." Kal glares at Mr. Ritz.
"And frankly, after being manhandled by this shaved monkey and threatened by your... rather gorgeous, actually... giant elf woman, I'm well considering it." :mad:

Felandria takes a deep, calming breath and crouches down to look Kal in the eye.

Diplomacy time.

Sir, allow me to explain what has happened from our point of view.

Butler walked in here on his own volition.

He was seeking employment, and after a brief misunderstanding, Mr. Ritz happily agreed to employ him.

The only one who handled him was me, and once it was made clear he was not mocking Mr. Ritz, we were more than conciliatory, complete with numerous ear scritches.

Then you walk in here, break Mr. Ritz's door, and generally act very aggressive towards everyone.

So why don't you come into the office and Mr. Ritz and yourself can discuss this like civilized adults?

[Hattish Thing]

The woman lets out a very impressive scoff. "He was certainly going to try."

Marciano furrows his brow before adjusting his suit. He's kinda awkward due to that arm missing, so it's awfully hard to look intimidating while struggling to fix your suit. Anyway, he takes his cigar out of his mouth and blows a large puff. Well... It is his job, know that? To make sure ya don't carry any hidden weapons.

[Mee]

Marciano furrows his brow before adjusting his suit. He's kinda awkward due to that arm missing, so it's awfully hard to look intimidating while struggling to fix your suit. Anyway, he takes his cigar out of his mouth and blows a large puff. Well... It is his job, know that? To make sure ya don't carry any hidden weapons.

"Well, I will hasten to assure you that I am, in fact, armed. And I'm afraid there's nothing you can do to take them away. You take my sword, but that's about it." With that, she - slowly, so as to not get jumped - reaches into her trench-coat, and draws forth a very pretty looking, very thick bladed longsword. She offers it to him, hilt first.
While her trench-coat was open, it was pretty obvious that that is, in fact, all she's wearing. But that's okay! Because the scales that are on her face continue down, and there's nothing naughty showing. Well. Not that's not covered with scales, anyway.
In the brief moment her jacket was open, the scales was easy enough to tell, but body type/muscle definition is still an unknown. Fighter? Poser with a weapon? Impossible to tell.

[Hattish Thing]

"Well, I will hasten to assure you that I am, in fact, armed. And I'm afraid there's nothing you can do to take them away. You take my sword, but that's about it." With that, she - slowly, so as to not get jumped - reaches into her trench-coat, and draws forth a very pretty looking, very thick bladed longsword. She offers it to him, hilt first.
While her trench-coat was open, it was pretty obvious that that is, in fact, all she's wearing. But that's okay! Because the scales that are on her face continue down, and there's nothing naughty showing. Well. Not that's not covered with scales, anyway.
In the brief moment her jacket was open, the scales was easy enough to tell, but body type/muscle definition is still an unknown. Fighter? Poser with a weapon? Impossible to tell.

Marciano is a little tense, due to his phobia of sharp objects. He didn't like having sharp objects near him. He chews a little on the cigar before speaking and taking her sword in his one hand. Oh? Well, what other weapons do you have, Ms? We like all our customers to feel safe.

[Mee]

Marciano is a little tense, due to his phobia of sharp objects. He didn't like having sharp objects near him. He chews a little on the cigar before speaking and taking her sword in his one hand. Oh? Well, what other weapons do you have, Ms? We like all our customers to feel safe.

She doesn't reply. Well, not with words. She smiles, and holds her hands up, palms facing upwards, her fingers curled into claws. Her teeth, as her smile shows, are all pointed. Much like someone went through with a file and made sure all of them were spikey. The Claw Hands show that her fingernails are actually a lot closer to talons than nails.

[Zefir]

Piano man and his Boss

The tall man nods and leaves the woman with the otber half dragon. The half purple dragon might notice that the black half dragon, well may not be a natural halfdragon. Maybe a dragon in halfdragon form? Either way the black one seems to follow each order of the tall human man. Strange isn t it?

As the tall man arrives at the door, he knocks once and enteres immediately. If the door is closed, the door might break open if its wooden or glass. Seems like the tall man got into bad mood.

"Let s talk about business." He sais after he got into the office.

[Asha'man]

Somewhere by the Office - Timeline 2

The black-coated man is greeted by the woman who I hereby call Betty. She speaks to him, appearing very friendly and respectful, though she seems to be kinda stressed out due to the sheer chaos of what is going on. She speaks slowly but cheerily. Oh? Well, hello. I'm Ms. Betty. And what would your name be? Do you have any qualifications? Mr. Ritz, as tired and sour-faced as ever slams the door wide. It appears he's had a bad day. He walks over to the black-coated man. He's dressed in a bright orange zoot suit, with a funny brightly colored feathered hat. ... Who's this?


"I am Serph, Sir and Madam Betty." Serph bows with a flourish to both Betty and Ritz. "As for my qualifications, I have these to offer."

Serph opens himself to the One Power and uses Saidin to make weave a Mirror of Mists (http://wot.wikia.com/wiki/Mirror_of_Mists). With this he folds light and sound. Now there are five of Serph though only one is real. "With this I can speak to various customers at once." He gives an example by having his four clones speak different words at the same time.

"Though they are illusions I can also make them serve customers." With a weave of air in the illusions they can now interact with solid objects. To demonstrate the illusions pick up any possible minor object in the office area and place it back neatly.

"I am also a great listener, some customers like people to listen to their problems while drinking at the bar. I can also keep my ears shut for those who prefer their conversations private." With that he dispels his weaves, gives his best smile and bows with a flourish to Betty and Ritz. He hopes his presentation will land him the job as he needs it being jobless at the moment.

[GrandDM]

The old man shakes his head sadly at the insults, then carefully shifts to block as many of Kal's possible exit routes as possible.

[Reinholdt]

Office

"Wait, I've been employeed sir? When did this happen sir?" :smallconfused:

"Congratulations on your new job ma'am!" :smallsmile:
Butler smiles at Decker. It's always good to branch out every once in a while.

"If you all want, I can do the sewing for you sirs, ma'ams. It's not my best skill, but if it'll help sirs, ma'ams." Everyone seems to want to sew everyone else! You'd think they'd be grateful for it too.

[Shadowcaller]

[Game Tables]

Drat! If Kirk has not a tell that a poker rookie can easily identify, Khyli is going to have to rely on blind luck and statistics to win what few hands she might possibly realistically stand a chance at barely winning.

Luck be her (hot) lady tonight!

Khyli wasn't expecting Dena to ask her a question like that! Her eyes dart to a fast-approaching suited waiter carrying the party's drinks to them on a silver-colored tray. The waiter will attempt to silently deliver the chilled beverages (if wine is best to served cold) to Kirk and Dena while Khyli tries to answer Dena's question with a smile as best she can.

"Well..."

*Short pause.*

"I don't know what amount I'm being paid by the hour or by the day or the duties of a casino staff member, and between you two and me, I couldn't care less. I'm here to seduce meet new people. Being paid to do it is a nice perk, but I'd be here doing basically this same thing for free anyway if I hadn't been hired to do it as an employee."

"But hypothetically, were my sights set on Mister Kirk's money, my options would be kinda limited at this point. We aren't playing cards for cash, so unless I wanted to pawn off whatever I might win, I couldn't relieve him of any of his wealth that way, but I could use the cards to drain any monetary assets he has on-hand indirectly. If he won most of the card games, he'd probably keep playing cards longer than he would have otherwise. If I arrange for your alcoholic beverages to be refilled whenever they're getting close to being empty, one of you could get a little tipsy and loosen your purse strings and purchase something more costly or gamble on the slot machines thinking that this is your lucky night on top of being billed for all of the drinks you partook of. Alternatively, I could try to break you and your boyfriend, please forgive me if I haven't correctly identified your relationship, up and end the night by going home with him in your stead after which I could possibly convince him to buy things for me for at least a day in trade for the promise of curtains later in the day. I guess I could also try to access his pocketbook by selling you items that you might be interested in. Your choice of profession leads me to believe that you must be very fond of swords which is a commodity that I own many of."

"That or I could be boring and try to provide you both with exceptionally good service and a very fun and entertaining night in the hopes that you'll both return someday to enjoy another night at this fine establishment."

"Or I could just reach into his deep pockets and steal his wallet while nobody was looking, but I'd probably get distracted by something else and entirely forget what my original mission was all about."

Khyli teases, preparing to ask Dena a question of her own!

"Why? Are you worried about me cleaning Mister Kirk out or are you looking forward to doing that to the both of us yourself? If you, hypothetically, wanted to gain all of my dosh and all of Mister Kirk's dosh, how would you go about it?"

[Game Tables]

Dena smirks but decides to let Kirk reveal their true relationship if he so desired. She didn't mind either way. "Honestly? I'd steal it. Pickpocketing or maybe drug your drinks while you aren't looking. The problem is of course Kirk already knows me so I have no idea why I would do that. Unless I poisoned him of course and then blame Magtok or whoever is more likely than me. But again, no idea why'd I'd do that for." She holds up the wine served to her and appears to study it for a moment. "It's the same reason I'm out here having fun right now. You simply have no reason to drug me, Kirky or any of the other guests. So rather than shutting myself into a room with a tinfoil hat those never work by the way I'm out here drinking this wine." She takes a sip. "I personally was just curious if you had any future plans for this business. I don't recommend the last method though if you're planning to keep this job. Not that I even know what your job exactly is." She puts down the glass again and throws two of her cards away for trade. "So are we playing this game or what?"

[happyturtle]

Office

"Jane Smith" scrambles to her feet, er, wheels, and flashes her psychic paper again, showing her identity.

"The Gaming Commission is responsible for promulgating rules and regulations that dictate how gaming activities are to be conducted within a jurisdiction; while the rules and regulations provide detailed requirements that must be satisfied by a gaming establishment, its owners, employees, and vendors. Typically, rules and regulations cover a broad range of activity, including licensing, accounting systems, rules of casino games, and auditing. The Gaming Commission also has full authority to grant or deny licenses to gaming establishments, their ownership, employees, and vendors. Generally, in order to obtain a license, an applicant must demonstrate that they possess good character, honesty and integrity. License application forms typically require detailed personal information.

Shall we begin?"

[Ashen Lilies]

Kal nods at what Decker said in a very official manner.

[blackouttwo]

Entrance

Willow turns over a thigh holster gun that doesn't look like it shoots bullets. Once those unpleasantries are dealt with, she hooks an arm in Arthur's and heads for the craps table.

Arthur follows along without another word. OK, that's a lie. He talks plenty. "Got to warn you, I've never been good at the gambling thing. If we walk away with our entire gambling fund gone, just remember this was your idea."

[happyturtle]

Craps Table

"That's what the gambling fund is for. It's no more than what we'd budget for any other date." You know, $100 concert tickets, $50 food and drinks, $20 parking, $200 t-shirts and CDs and so on. :smalltongue:

((@Hatter: Do we say how our characters do at gambling, or are you GMing that?))

[Gullara]

[Game Tables]

Kirk smirks a bit at Dena and decides not to correct Khyli on the nature of his and Dena's relationship. It doesn't much matter to him, and it's not as it he wouldn't have expected that assumption to be made.

"I'm starting to wonder if I should be worried. You two are pretty quick to come up with all these plots to clean me out." Kirk say, not very seriously.

[Hattish Thing]

The old man shakes his head sadly at the insults, then carefully shifts to block as many of Kal's possible exit routes as possible.


Craps Table

"That's what the gambling fund is for. It's no more than what we'd budget for any other date." You know, $100 concert tickets, $50 food and drinks, $20 parking, $200 t-shirts and CDs and so on. :smalltongue:

((@Hatter: Do we say how our characters do at gambling, or are you GMing that?))


Arthur follows along without another word. OK, that's a lie. He talks plenty. "Got to warn you, I've never been good at the gambling thing. If we walk away with our entire gambling fund gone, just remember this was your idea."

The gambling is GMed by the players, just keep in mind actually winning is extremely unlikely, and having anyone's characters win at everything automatically is not very fun, so try and be fair. :smallbiggrin:


Office

"Jane Smith" scrambles to her feet, er, wheels, and flashes her psychic paper again, showing her identity.

"The Gaming Commission is responsible for promulgating rules and regulations that dictate how gaming activities are to be conducted within a jurisdiction; while the rules and regulations provide detailed requirements that must be satisfied by a gaming establishment, its owners, employees, and vendors. Typically, rules and regulations cover a broad range of activity, including licensing, accounting systems, rules of casino games, and auditing. The Gaming Commission also has full authority to grant or deny licenses to gaming establishments, their ownership, employees, and vendors. Generally, in order to obtain a license, an applicant must demonstrate that they possess good character, honesty and integrity. License application forms typically require detailed personal information.

Shall we begin?"

Marciano scratches his cheek before breathing in deeply and speaking, enunciating every word painfully clear. Buuuuulllllshiiiiiiiiit. Here that? Bulls are ****ting. Everywhere, there is a bull spontaneously ****ting. Just for you. Your words have caused every bull ever to exist, to ****. Even the dead ones, that's how badly thought out that lie was. Kay?

One: Good character, honesty, and integrity?! Then how the hell did Magtok ever get to open his casino?! He's as slimy as a fish dipped in motor oil. Probably what he has for dinner anyway.

Two: You can't just spout inane babble, trying to make your big fat ugly words simply daze me into submission, that don't work with me.

Three: Get out. Now. Unless Butler would vouch for you? He is my employee. If not, get out. You're getting bull**** on my carpets. Wow... Nice Marcy. :smallannoyed:

[Reinholdt]

Office

"... Hey, Magtok's a great person sir! And so is Decker sir! You take that back sir!" :smallmad:
It wasn't very nice at all, insulting his bestest friend and his wife.
Decker wouldn't lie.
Probably.

[Ashen Lilies]

[Office]

...
Not your finest hour, Marcy.

See,, when you come right down to it, Kal's a pretty easy going guy. Beat him up, toss him around, insult him, he'll only toss a few insults back and maaaaaaybe secretly try and murder you a little bit later. Kill him and ruin his favorite hat? He'll just storm around, vow vengeance on the perpetrator and then get distracted by banging Moffs and forget about the whole deal. You can even kidnap Butler! He'll only go one some zany, half-baked home invasion dressed as characters from a hit BBC Sci Fi TV series. Then you had to go and be rude to Decker. And that's a very good way to lower your life expectancy in the presence of Kal.

He moves like smoke, or maybe mirrors, dashing faster than the eye can turn in its socket to follow. Light seems to... shift around him, almost removing him from the world, before he reappears with startling force at his destination point. Not at an exit, as Grandmaster Shui'yan or Felandria might have expected, but at Marciano's throat, attempting to grab it with his left hand and slam him into the wall of his office, holding him off the ground. He resembles something human less than he did before. His eyes, previously just bright orange, now alight from within with orange fire, leaking from the corners with flame and wisps of orange smoke. His fingers, if they are in contact with Marcy's skin, feel unnaturally hot. Over time unbearably hot, and his skin may begin to smoke and sizzle a little as his flesh begins to slowly cook from the contact.

If this is all successful, than with his right hand he will attempt to deliberately draw a small knife and press it to Marcy's cheek, perhaps hard enough to draw blood.
"And now, Mr. Ritz." He says coldly, dropping the Scottish accent for the one he had more recently begun to call his own.
"Now let us discuss the matter of your tongue, and just why I should let you keep it."

[Felandria]

[Office]

...
Not your finest hour, Marcy.

See,, when you come right down to it, Kal's a pretty easy going guy. Beat him up, toss him around, insult him, he'll only toss a few insults back and maaaaaaybe secretly try and murder you a little bit later. Kill him and ruin his favorite hat? He'll just storm around, vow vengeance on the perpetrator and then get distracted by banging Moffs and forget about the whole deal. You can even kidnap Butler! He'll only go one some zany, half-baked home invasion dressed as characters from a hit BBC Sci Fi TV series. Then you had to go and be rude to Decker. And that's a very good way to lower your life expectancy in the presence of Kal.

He moves like smoke, or maybe mirrors, dashing faster than the eye can turn in its socket to follow. Light seems to... shift around him, almost removing him from the world, before he reappears with startling force at his destination point. Not at an exit, as Grandmaster Shui'yan or Felandria might have expected, but at Marciano's throat, attempting to grab it with his left hand and slam him into the wall of his office, holding him off the ground. He resembles something human less than he did before. His eyes, previously just bright orange, now alight from within with orange fire, leaking from the corners with flame and wisps of orange smoke. His fingers, if they are in contact with Marcy's skin, feel unnaturally hot. Over time unbearably hot, and his skin may begin to smoke and sizzle a little as his flesh begins to slowly cook from the contact.

If this is all successful, than with his right hand he will attempt to deliberately draw a small knife and press it to Marcy's cheek, perhaps hard enough to draw blood.
"And now, Mr. Ritz." He says coldly, dropping the Scottish accent for the one he had more recently begun to call his own.
"Now let us discuss the matter of your tongue, and just why I should let you keep it."

So, this crazy person is threatening the owner of the casino.

Felandria is unsure whether or not Mr. Ritz is a good person or not, but morally she cannot allow his life to be threatened.

She is through playing around.

For mobility, she reduces herself to around 7'6" and enters the office.

She hated to do this, truly, she wanted to keep somewhat of a low profile, ever since her true identity was made clear to her, she had tried so hard to be mellow, to keep her ego in check, not to be a show off.

Kal had forced her hand.

Her entire body crackled with electricity, her eyes glowing white, this was pure instinct, she didn't even know she could do that yet.

DROP THE KNIFE.

DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE DEALING WITH?

She floats towards Kal and Ritz.

I am Felandria, scion of Zeus.

The blood of the gods flows through my veins, you dare threaten the man I have vowed to protect?

Drop the knife and step away, or I will be forced to show you what I am truly capable of.

[GrandDM]

[Office]

...
Not your finest hour, Marcy.

See,, when you come right down to it, Kal's a pretty easy going guy. Beat him up, toss him around, insult him, he'll only toss a few insults back and maaaaaaybe secretly try and murder you a little bit later. Kill him and ruin his favorite hat? He'll just storm around, vow vengeance on the perpetrator and then get distracted by banging Moffs and forget about the whole deal. You can even kidnap Butler! He'll only go one some zany, half-baked home invasion dressed as characters from a hit BBC Sci Fi TV series. Then you had to go and be rude to Decker. And that's a very good way to lower your life expectancy in the presence of Kal.

He moves like smoke, or maybe mirrors, dashing faster than the eye can turn in its socket to follow. Light seems to... shift around him, almost removing him from the world, before he reappears with startling force at his destination point. Not at an exit, as Grandmaster Shui'yan or Felandria might have expected, but at Marciano's throat, attempting to grab it with his left hand and slam him into the wall of his office, holding him off the ground. He resembles something human less than he did before. His eyes, previously just bright orange, now alight from within with orange fire, leaking from the corners with flame and wisps of orange smoke. His fingers, if they are in contact with Marcy's skin, feel unnaturally hot. Over time unbearably hot, and his skin may begin to smoke and sizzle a little as his flesh begins to slowly cook from the contact.

If this is all successful, than with his right hand he will attempt to deliberately draw a small knife and press it to Marcy's cheek, perhaps hard enough to draw blood.
"And now, Mr. Ritz." He says coldly, dropping the Scottish accent for the one he had more recently begun to call his own.
"Now let us discuss the matter of your tongue, and just why I should let you keep it."

The knife, as it is lifted, will (unless stopped) be snatched from Kal's hand by the Grandmaster. "I cannot allow you to threaten the man I hope to be employed by.

He will (assuming he got it) throw the knife away into a corner, then attempt to break Kal's hold on Mr. Ritz. If he does so, he will now be standing between the two.

He now launches a flurry of superfast blows, each one with enough force to break bones.

[happyturtle]

((I suggest moving the rules on gambling to the OP for future reference. :smallsmile:))

Office

Of course, on the one hand, none of us knows whether Kal's attack on Marciano even succeeded. So this sequence of posts might have to be retconned out.

On the other hand, since the posts exist, I'll go ahead and write a response, knowing that the dark arts of retconjuration might be needed.

"Jane Smith" sees a ninja moving towards Kal and a Godling floating towards him. Feet are faster than floating, but well-oiled wheels are faster than both. She takes off at high speed, arms flailing, and attempts to tackle the Grandmaster. Even if he dodges her, it should slow him down to keep him from reaching Kal this round.

As for Felandria, she may or may not be aware (if that's an ability her half-god status gives her) that two of the people in the room are unholy devils, and a third is full of angelic holy goodness. No prizes for guessing who that is. :smalltongue:

Craps Table

Winning is extremely unlikely?

Willow looks around the casino, and sees a great lack of people celebrating any jackpots. She decides to go for a simple Pass Line bet, which is almost 50/50 odds. After losing five rolls in a row, she hands the dice to Arthur.

"Methinks our host is cheating us. Do you see anyone else winning? I don't."

[GrandDM]

((I suggest moving the rules on gambling to the OP for future reference. :smallsmile:))

Office

Of course, on the one hand, none of us knows whether Kal's attack on Marciano even succeeded. So this sequence of posts might have to be retconned out.

On the other hand, since the posts exist, I'll go ahead and write a response, knowing that the dark arts of retconjuration might be needed.

"Jane Smith" sees a ninja moving towards Kal and a Godling floating towards him. Feet are faster than floating, but well-oiled wheels are faster than both. She takes off at high speed, arms flailing, and attempts to tackle the Grandmaster. Even if he dodges her, it should slow him down to keep him from reaching Kal this round.

As for Felandria, she may or may not be aware (if that's an ability her half-god status gives her) that two of the people in the room are unholy devils, and a third is full of angelic holy goodness. No prizes for guessing who that is. :smalltongue:


As she wheels towards the old ninja, he leaps into the air, flips over her, grabbing her as he's at the height of his arc, then using the combined downward momentum and raw ninja strength to throw her away and hopefully keep her out of the fight for a little bit. However, he deliberately throws her in such a way that she won't get badly hurt. He's nice like that.

Continue as above, except about a second later.

[McBish]

[Wandering and Observing]

Jim and Gordon continue to spend the night exploring the casino. They aren't big spenders so while their bar tab keeps rising they loose only a little money gambling. Gordon will eventually start asking around seeing what kind of other services are avaliable around here, specifically the illegal and immoral variety. He won't take part in them, just seeing if they are offered.

[Felandria]

((I suggest moving the rules on gambling to the OP for future reference. :smallsmile:))

Office

Of course, on the one hand, none of us knows whether Kal's attack on Marciano even succeeded. So this sequence of posts might have to be retconned out.

On the other hand, since the posts exist, I'll go ahead and write a response, knowing that the dark arts of retconjuration might be needed.

"Jane Smith" sees a ninja moving towards Kal and a Godling floating towards him. Feet are faster than floating, but well-oiled wheels are faster than both. She takes off at high speed, arms flailing, and attempts to tackle the Grandmaster. Even if he dodges her, it should slow him down to keep him from reaching Kal this round.

As for Felandria, she may or may not be aware (if that's an ability her half-god status gives her) that two of the people in the room are unholy devils, and a third is full of angelic holy goodness. No prizes for guessing who that is. :smalltongue:


(Felandria is fully aware that Kal and Decker are devils and as for Butler, well, obviously.

It is taking every ounce of her willpower not to hurt anyone right now, she is using her Intimidate to its fullest capacity, which is severe, to cease all violence and have a rational discussion.

But if anyone hurts anyone, she will retaliate.)

You shall not harm Ritz.

Ritz and Butler are under my protection, those who threaten them will be dealt with.

DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?

Upon those last words, the sounds of a powerful lightning storm can be heard from outside.

[Hattish Thing]

She doesn't reply. Well, not with words. She smiles, and holds her hands up, palms facing upwards, her fingers curled into claws. Her teeth, as her smile shows, are all pointed. Much like someone went through with a file and made sure all of them were spikey. The Claw Hands show that her fingernails are actually a lot closer to talons than nails.

Timeline 1

Mr. Ritz frowns a little. Uh-huh. Um... Okay, we'll you can keep those. Er, what's your name by the way? I'm guessing her here to gamble, and not peruse of my more... He moves closer and whispers. Illegal services... He chuckles a little before speaking again to her, adjusting his cigar with his one arm. I imagine you'd be interested in trying our selection of drinks, guaranteed to be stronger than anything you'll find in Trog's. He thinks to himself, I don't even know what's in 'em... Heh. They're all suckers.


Piano man and his Boss

The tall man nods and leaves the woman with the otber half dragon. The half purple dragon might notice that the black half dragon, well may not be a natural halfdragon. Maybe a dragon in halfdragon form? Either way the black one seems to follow each order of the tall human man. Strange isn t it?

As the tall man arrives at the door, he knocks once and enteres immediately. If the door is closed, the door might break open if its wooden or glass. Seems like the tall man got into bad mood.

"Let s talk about business." He sais after he got into the office.

Mr. Ritz sits in his lobby office and looks over the pair. He lights a cigarette before slowly speaking. I'm Mr. Ritz. What do ya want, huh? I'm a busy man.


"I am Serph, Sir and Madam Betty." Serph bows with a flourish to both Betty and Ritz. "As for my qualifications, I have these to offer."

Serph opens himself to the One Power and uses Saidin to make weave a Mirror of Mists (http://wot.wikia.com/wiki/Mirror_of_Mists). With this he folds light and sound. Now there are five of Serph though only one is real. "With this I can speak to various customers at once." He gives an example by having his four clones speak different words at the same time.

"Though they are illusions I can also make them serve customers." With a weave of air in the illusions they can now interact with solid objects. To demonstrate the illusions pick up any possible minor object in the office area and place it back neatly.

"I am also a great listener, some customers like people to listen to their problems while drinking at the bar. I can also keep my ears shut for those who prefer their conversations private." With that he dispels his weaves, gives his best smile and bows with a flourish to Betty and Ritz. He hopes his presentation will land him the job as he needs it being jobless at the moment.

Timeline 2? Whatever. Gordon, and Serph

Mr. Ritz breathes in a little, and looks generally pleased. He's respectful, talented, and useful! Perfect. Marciano breathes in one more time, apparently he's having trouble breathing? That wound from that psychotic assassin HALOite hurt a lot.. So far you're perfect, absolutely perfect. But, can ya mix drinks well? Here... Make me a... Rob Roy Cocktail, with two maraschino cherries... Sweet, not dry. the ingredients are in the casino, follow me.

He'll start walking, and will in fact run into Gordon and his friend! Hey, you two... What are you asking about for? I heard you wanted something a bit... Harder to find. I'm Mister Ritz, this man besides me is Serph. Welcome to The Ritzzz. We have stuff 'ere that the other taverns around won't even use. Heh. So, if you'll come with me you can... view our special selections. Serph, follow. He leads the way to the bar in the casino. Once he's there, the group will see the big flashing lights of the bar, and notice a particularly bored looking NPC. He sees them coming and cleans the wood in front of him. Welcome!


[Office]

...
Not your finest hour, Marcy.

See,, when you come right down to it, Kal's a pretty easy going guy. Beat him up, toss him around, insult him, he'll only toss a few insults back and maaaaaaybe secretly try and murder you a little bit later. Kill him and ruin his favorite hat? He'll just storm around, vow vengeance on the perpetrator and then get distracted by banging Moffs and forget about the whole deal. You can even kidnap Butler! He'll only go one some zany, half-baked home invasion dressed as characters from a hit BBC Sci Fi TV series. Then you had to go and be rude to Decker. And that's a very good way to lower your life expectancy in the presence of Kal.

He moves like smoke, or maybe mirrors, dashing faster than the eye can turn in its socket to follow. Light seems to... shift around him, almost removing him from the world, before he reappears with startling force at his destination point. Not at an exit, as Grandmaster Shui'yan or Felandria might have expected, but at Marciano's throat, attempting to grab it with his left hand and slam him into the wall of his office, holding him off the ground. He resembles something human less than he did before. His eyes, previously just bright orange, now alight from within with orange fire, leaking from the corners with flame and wisps of orange smoke. His fingers, if they are in contact with Marcy's skin, feel unnaturally hot. Over time unbearably hot, and his skin may begin to smoke and sizzle a little as his flesh begins to slowly cook from the contact.

If this is all successful, than with his right hand he will attempt to deliberately draw a small knife and press it to Marcy's cheek, perhaps hard enough to draw blood.
"And now, Mr. Ritz." He says coldly, dropping the Scottish accent for the one he had more recently begun to call his own.
"Now let us discuss the matter of your tongue, and just why I should let you keep it."

Timeline- Whatever, lost track. Seperate timeline from the rest

Mr. Ritz breathes in, kinda bored. He seems to have a breathing problem of sorts, judging by the way he wheezes as he breathes. Oh, You. You silly, silly people. Now, you tell me, sir... Why the hell would you target me? What did I do to you? Huh? My tongue, why? 'Cause if ya harm me, it'll be against the law, and I know a few bounty hunters who would be interested in collecting a bounty on your ugly heads, eh? He doesn't appear to bleed, nor does his skin bubble... Odd. He seems very comfortable. Okey-dokey. Now, ugly... get off of me, or I'll have these two cut your private bits off and feed 'em to your friend over there. Ew... :smallyuk: He appears to not be offering any resistance of course. He merely presses his arm to his side, some form of submission I guess.

In reality, there's a button located in his arm. (Marcy's a machine). It's been pressed to record all conversation and then play it all live on the intercom in his gang's hideaway. He speaks. Now I'm going to ask you to step away from me, or you will find yourself with a few extra holes. At this, the twelve hired casino goons begin heading to the office, running with their weapons. The several bouncers don't know what's going on yet, but will soon.


((I suggest moving the rules on gambling to the OP for future reference. :smallsmile:))

Office

Of course, on the one hand, none of us knows whether Kal's attack on Marciano even succeeded. So this sequence of posts might have to be retconned out.

On the other hand, since the posts exist, I'll go ahead and write a response, knowing that the dark arts of retconjuration might be needed.

"Jane Smith" sees a ninja moving towards Kal and a Godling floating towards him. Feet are faster than floating, but well-oiled wheels are faster than both. She takes off at high speed, arms flailing, and attempts to tackle the Grandmaster. Even if he dodges her, it should slow him down to keep him from reaching Kal this round.

As for Felandria, she may or may not be aware (if that's an ability her half-god status gives her) that two of the people in the room are unholy devils, and a third is full of angelic holy goodness. No prizes for guessing who that is. :smalltongue:

Craps Table

Winning is extremely unlikely?

Willow looks around the casino, and sees a great lack of people celebrating any jackpots. She decides to go for a simple Pass Line bet, which is almost 50/50 odds. After losing five rolls in a row, she hands the dice to Arthur.

"Methinks our host is cheating us. Do you see anyone else winning? I don't."

Well, at exactly the time she says that, a man besides hem wins a jackpot on the Pass Line bet! Almost as if to mock her. How strange. This man begins hollering happily as he realizes he's won 5,000 dollars.

In reality, several men in the casino are paid by Mr. Ritz to act like they win, and to give the money back at the end of the day for a good salary and free drinks. They are 12 men and women on his payroll to act like winners, and they just watched one of them win. So, it will look like the casino is actually fair, and the PC's are just unlucky.

Mr. Ritz made it possible for a real customer to win though, just extremely hard to.

[Zefir]

The tall man looks at him, his eyes narrow as he hears his words again. It's less then a minute that they talked about the piano man and even thought he didn't mention his name, at last he should remember him. His anger is reflekted not only by his face, but aslo by the scales on is skin as they seem to grow sharper for a moment. It needs a moment to cool down, even though his voice can barly hide his anger.

"S we talked BEFOR. I got another person for your CASION. If your mind isn't blown away by your cigarette."

[Mee]

Timeline 1

Mr. Ritz frowns a little. Uh-huh. Um... Okay, we'll you can keep those. Er, what's your name by the way? I'm guessing her here to gamble, and not peruse of my more... He moves closer and whispers. Illegal services... He chuckles a little before speaking again to her, adjusting his cigar with his one arm. I imagine you'd be interested in trying our selection of drinks, guaranteed to be stronger than anything you'll find in Trog's. He thinks to himself, I don't even know what's in 'em... Heh. They're all suckers.



"You know," she says, pursing her lips slightly, "you probably shouldn't go around telling people that just walked in that you offer illegal services. That could get you in trouble if I were, say, an under cover agent of some kind. But no, I'm just here for those tables that are appearing to give people money. Tell me, if one were to win, could those be exchanged for, saaaay, gold?" She asks, smiling slightly evilly.
She also totally ignores him asking for her name.

[Hattish Thing]

The tall man looks at him, his eyes narrow as he hears his words again. It's less then a minute that they talked about the piano man and even thought he didn't mention his name, at last he should remember him. His anger is reflekted not only by his face, but aslo by the scales on is skin as they seem to grow sharper for a moment. It needs a moment to cool down, even though his voice can barly hide his anger.

"S we talked BEFOR. I got another person for your CASION. If your mind isn't blown away by your cigarette."

Marciano is a busy guy, I suppose. He seems to have something on his mind. Or a lot of things. Eh? Oh, I'm sorry. I have a lot to think about right now, and am a little bit busy, as you can see... Not blown away, but a good cigarette is a man's best friends. Screw dogs. Whatcha need, sir?


"You know," she says, pursing her lips slightly, "you probably shouldn't go around telling people that just walked in that you offer illegal services. That could get you in trouble if I were, say, an under cover agent of some kind. But no, I'm just here for those tables that are appearing to give people money. Tell me, if one were to win, could those be exchanged for, saaaay, gold?" She asks, smiling slightly evilly.
She also totally ignores him asking for her name.

He just rolls his eyes. **** the coppers. With their fancy little copper buttons and goofy suits. Coming from a man in a bright orange zoot suit... Besides, I have... Plans for this place. Soon anybody who is anybody will be walking through my doors, and there's always room for one more. Always. My nice little house of sin already makes me good money, heh. Well, undercover agents? I treat 'em like anyone else. They piss me off, I break their legs. Exchange gold for my pills?

[Ashen Lilies]

Timeline- Whatever, lost track. Seperate timeline from the rest

Mr. Ritz breathes in, kinda bored. He seems to have a breathing problem of sorts, judging by the way he wheezes as he breathes. Oh, You. You silly, silly people. Now, you tell me, sir... Why the hell would you target me? What did I do to you? Huh? My tongue, why? 'Cause if ya harm me, it'll be against the law, and I know a few bounty hunters who would be interested in collecting a bounty on your ugly heads, eh? He doesn't appear to bleed, nor does his skin bubble... Odd. He seems very comfortable. Okey-dokey. Now, ugly... get off of me, or I'll have these two cut your private bits off and feed 'em to your friend over there. Ew... :smallyuk: He appears to not be offering any resistance of course. He merely presses his arm to his side, some form of submission I guess.

In reality, there's a button located in his arm. (Marcy's a machine). It's been pressed to record all conversation and then play it all live on the intercom in his gang's hideaway. He speaks. Now I'm going to ask you to step away from me, or you will find yourself with a few extra holes. At this, the twelve hired casino goons begin heading to the office, running with their weapons. The several bouncers don't know what's going on yet, but will soon.


[Office Timeline]

"Is that so, you piece of trash?"
He spins, and attempts to toss Marcy at Felandria's feet, who he gives a considering eye. Not afraid. Just considering. Estimating his chances. He sneers.
"Marcy and Butler are under your protection? Well that's just great, because Butler and Decker are under mine. And I'm not about to let this mortal slime..." he points the knife at Marcy,
"...insult her."
Grinning now, Kal sheathes his knife, straightening his policewoman costume as he walks slowly towards Felandria.
"Now, we came to get Butler away from danger, and that's just exactly what we're going to do. And you're going to let us go, peacefully, or we'll see just how 'what you're truly capable of' measures up to the rest of us, Scion of Zeus."
His grins slips an inch wider.
"Personally? I'm thinking the blood of the gods drips as well as any other."

[Mee]

He just rolls his eyes. **** the coppers. With their fancy little copper buttons and goofy suits. Coming from a man in a bright orange zoot suit... Besides, I have... Plans for this place. Soon anybody who is anybody will be walking through my doors, and there's always room for one more. Always. My nice little house of sin already makes me good money, heh. Well, undercover agents? I treat 'em like anyone else. They piss me off, I break their legs. Exchange gold for my pills?

"Fair enough." Is all she says to all of it, besides the last sentence.
"You know, whatever it is you use to count your winnings over there. I'm assuming they're a chip of some kind? Usually get turned into cash when you leave.
I'm wondering if they could get changed to gold instead?"

[Hattish Thing]

"Fair enough." Is all she says to all of it, besides the last sentence.
"You know, whatever it is you use to count your winnings over there. I'm assuming they're a chip of some kind? Usually get turned into cash when you leave.
I'm wondering if they could get changed to gold instead?"

...We use chips, yes. Why? I suppose I could change them into gold. It would take a lot of effort, but yea. Why? You a fan of the shining gold chunks? And... You're awfully cocky. You experienced?

[Mee]

...We use chips, yes. Why? I suppose I could change them into gold. It would take a lot of effort, but yea. Why? You a fan of the shining gold chunks? And... You're awfully cocky. You experienced?

"Nope! Never played in my life!" She admits with a smile. "I just . . . yeah. Like shinies. How hard can it be to win, anyway?"

[Hattish Thing]

"Nope! Never played in my life!" She admits with a smile. "I just . . . yeah. Like shinies. How hard can it be to win, anyway?"

Marciano just grins a little. Ahah. Well, it depends on the game ya play. You like shinies, do you? Well... We have other forms of entertainment..

[Mee]

Marciano just grins a little. Ahah. Well, it depends on the game ya play. You like shinies, do you? Well... We have other forms of entertainment..

"Nope! Gotta get me some shinies!" With that, unless he stops her, she'll just head over to the poker tables!

[Zefir]

Marciano is a busy guy, I suppose. He seems to have something on his mind. Or a lot of things. Eh? Oh, I'm sorry. I have a lot to think about right now, and am a little bit busy, as you can see... Not blown away, but a good cigarette is a man's best friends. Screw dogs. Whatcha need, sir?


"Actually I see you smoking in a closed room." The tall man can't see what is in his mind, well at least if he doesn't try.

"As we talked on the wall and just a few moments befor, this woman right next to me might be useful for your casiono. Either as waitres or in your past 24 show."

[Asha'man]

Timeline 2? Whatever. Gordon, and Serph

Mr. Ritz breathes in a little, and looks generally pleased. He's respectful, talented, and useful! Perfect. Marciano breathes in one more time, apparently he's having trouble breathing? That wound from that psychotic assassin HALOite hurt a lot.. So far you're perfect, absolutely perfect. But, can ya mix drinks well? Here... Make me a... Rob Roy Cocktail, with two maraschino cherries... Sweet, not dry. the ingredients are in the casino, follow me.

He'll start walking, and will in fact run into Gordon and his friend! Hey, you two... What are you asking about for? I heard you wanted something a bit... Harder to find. I'm Mister Ritz, this man besides me is Serph. Welcome to The Ritzzz. We have stuff 'ere that the other taverns around won't even use. Heh. So, if you'll come with me you can... view our special selections. Serph, follow. He leads the way to the bar in the casino. Once he's there, the group will see the big flashing lights of the bar, and notice a particularly bored looking NPC. He sees them coming and cleans the wood in front of him. Welcome!


Serph follows Mr. Ritz and co. into to the bar area. As he arrives in the bar area he looks around for the ingredients for a Rob Roy Cocktail with two maraschino cherries. If the ingredients are within sight he will get to work right away. If not he will kindly ask the NPC then get to work on the order. As someone who weaves air, water, wind, earth and spirit into complex weaves Serph was able to learn how to mix drinks, with flair, fairly easily. After making the drink as specified, sweet not dry, he gracefully serves it to Mr. Ritz.

"Is there anything else you would like sir?" Serph asks.

(Having never been to a bar I don't know how a bartender actually works. thus I can't elaborate more on what he did. I just gave the justification on how my character knows how to mix drinks pretty well.)

[Reinholdt]

[Office]

With all the talk you made of not double posting in a round, you coulda waited until I posted.

Not that I think it'll change much either way.
Butler, for one, is absolutely terrified. Of super ninja multi-move guy, of Mean Marcy, of Felandria, but mostly of Kal. This is the second time something like this has happened. Why is it that all his friends seem to be turning into throat grabbing, life threatening, killer psychos?

Well it's far too much. He does something he doesn't normally try to do in these situations. He tries to slip away unnoticed and leave before anyone realizes he's gone. If these people want to fight, the best he can do is not let it be over him for any reason.

[GrandDM]

[Office Timeline]

"Is that so, you piece of trash?"
He spins, and attempts to toss Marcy at Felandria's feet, who he gives a considering eye. Not afraid. Just considering. Estimating his chances. He sneers.
"Marcy and Butler are under your protection? Well that's just great, because Butler and Decker are under mine. And I'm not about to let this mortal slime..." he points the knife at Marcy,
"...insult her."
Grinning now, Kal sheathes his knife, straightening his policewoman costume as he walks slowly towards Felandria.
"Now, we came to get Butler away from danger, and that's just exactly what we're going to do. And you're going to let us go, peacefully, or we'll see just how 'what you're truly capable of' measures up to the rest of us, Scion of Zeus."
His grins slips an inch wider.
"Personally? I'm thinking the blood of the gods drips as well as any other."

Grandmaster Shui'yan frowns, and steps carefully between Kal and as many of the others (not including Kal's friends) as he can.

"I believe what we have here is a genuine misunderstanding. Butler is in no danger from us, or at least as far as I know. There could be something I'm not being told. However, from our perspective, you came in here, smashed a door, lied about your credentials and threatened Mr Ritz with grievous bodily harm. There is fault on both sides, and both sides are partially to blame. However, if we all just stop threatening and talk for at least a little, I am sure we can come to a peaceful resolution. I do not wish to cause harm."

[happyturtle]

Office Lobby


((I suggest moving the rules on gambling to the OP for future reference. :smallsmile:))

Office

Of course, on the one hand, none of us knows whether Kal's attack on Marciano even succeeded. So this sequence of posts might have to be retconned out.

On the other hand, since the posts exist, I'll go ahead and write a response, knowing that the dark arts of retconjuration might be needed.

"Jane Smith" sees a ninja moving towards Kal and a Godling floating towards him. Feet are faster than floating, but well-oiled wheels are faster than both. She takes off at high speed, arms flailing, and attempts to tackle the Grandmaster. Even if he dodges her, it should slow him down to keep him from reaching Kal this round.

As for Felandria, she may or may not be aware (if that's an ability her half-god status gives her) that two of the people in the room are unholy devils, and a third is full of angelic holy goodness. No prizes for guessing who that is. :smalltongue:




As she wheels towards the old ninja, he leaps into the air, flips over her, grabbing her as he's at the height of his arc, then using the combined downward momentum and raw ninja strength to throw her away and hopefully keep her out of the fight for a little bit. However, he deliberately throws her in such a way that she won't get badly hurt. He's nice like that.

Continue as above, except about a second later.


(Felandria is fully aware that Kal and Decker are devils and as for Butler, well, obviously.

It is taking every ounce of her willpower not to hurt anyone right now, she is using her Intimidate to its fullest capacity, which is severe, to cease all violence and have a rational discussion.

But if anyone hurts anyone, she will retaliate.)

You shall not harm Ritz.

Ritz and Butler are under my protection, those who threaten them will be dealt with.

DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?

Upon those last words, the sounds of a powerful lightning storm can be heard from outside.


Timeline- Whatever, lost track. Seperate timeline from the rest

Mr. Ritz breathes in, kinda bored. He seems to have a breathing problem of sorts, judging by the way he wheezes as he breathes. Oh, You. You silly, silly people. Now, you tell me, sir... Why the hell would you target me? What did I do to you? Huh? My tongue, why? 'Cause if ya harm me, it'll be against the law, and I know a few bounty hunters who would be interested in collecting a bounty on your ugly heads, eh? He doesn't appear to bleed, nor does his skin bubble... Odd. He seems very comfortable. Okey-dokey. Now, ugly... get off of me, or I'll have these two cut your private bits off and feed 'em to your friend over there. Ew... :smallyuk: He appears to not be offering any resistance of course. He merely presses his arm to his side, some form of submission I guess.

In reality, there's a button located in his arm. (Marcy's a machine). It's been pressed to record all conversation and then play it all live on the intercom in his gang's hideaway. He speaks. Now I'm going to ask you to step away from me, or you will find yourself with a few extra holes. At this, the twelve hired casino goons begin heading to the office, running with their weapons. The several bouncers don't know what's going on yet, but will soon.



[Office Timeline]

"Is that so, you piece of trash?"
He spins, and attempts to toss Marcy at Felandria's feet, who he gives a considering eye. Not afraid. Just considering. Estimating his chances. He sneers.
"Marcy and Butler are under your protection? Well that's just great, because Butler and Decker are under mine. And I'm not about to let this mortal slime..." he points the knife at Marcy,
"...insult her."
Grinning now, Kal sheathes his knife, straightening his policewoman costume as he walks slowly towards Felandria.
"Now, we came to get Butler away from danger, and that's just exactly what we're going to do. And you're going to let us go, peacefully, or we'll see just how 'what you're truly capable of' measures up to the rest of us, Scion of Zeus."
His grins slips an inch wider.
"Personally? I'm thinking the blood of the gods drips as well as any other."


[Office]

With all the talk you made of not double posting in a round, you coulda waited until I posted.

Not that I think it'll change much either way.
Butler, for one, is absolutely terrified. Of super ninja multi-move guy, of Mean Marcy, of Felandria, but mostly of Kal. This is the second time something like this has happened. Why is it that all his friends seem to be turning into throat grabbing, life threatening, killer psychos?

Well it's far too much. He does something he doesn't normally try to do in these situations. He tries to slip away unnoticed and leave before anyone realizes he's gone. If these people want to fight, the best he can do is not let it be over him for any reason.


Grandmaster Shui'yan frowns, and steps carefully between Kal and as many of the others (not including Kal's friends) as he can.

"I believe what we have here is a genuine misunderstanding. Butler is in no danger from us, or at least as far as I know. There could be something I'm not being told. However, from our perspective, you came in here, smashed a door, lied about your credentials and threatened Mr Ritz with grievous bodily harm. There is fault on both sides, and both sides are partially to blame. However, if we all just stop threatening and talk for at least a little, I am sure we can come to a peaceful resolution. I do not wish to cause harm."



Posting order: Felandria, Hatter, Kris, Reinholdt, GDM, HT
(I know this isn't the posting order as it started, but this is the order everyone has posted in the last round, so can we stick to this from here on?)

(Also, I guess the Grandmaster didn't decide to throw Decker? Because if he did, he can't take any further actions until that attempt is resolved, and he's already now calmly stepping in the middle and trying to mediate. I think it's easiest to muddle out the posts above if we assume that there isn't a grappling match between a devil swanmay and a ninja dude going on in the middle of the office. :smalltongue:)

Decker skates over near Butler and points a finger at the Grandmaster, Felandria, and Mr Ritz in turn.

"Butler is my soulmate. Don't tell me he was never in danger. He was frightened. He is frightened." She flings a handful of gold pieces on the floor. "That should cover a new door. Now tell your bouncers to stand aside before you need a new wall as well." :smallfurious: "We're LEAVING."

((OOC: Why have 12 (or any) npc bouncers, when you have 2 PC bouncers right here, doing a perfectly good job? It's no fun for them if their jobs get done by faceless goons. :smallconfused:))

[Felandria]

Felandria really, really wants to hurt Kal after his comments, but she senses Butler's fear and calms down.

She manages to regain her composure and powers down.

If Butler wishes to leave, that is his decision, I would prefer he stayed so I could scritch his ear some more, but the fact of the matter is, you can claim whatever you wish, but we are not holding him captive, you appear to be the ones attempting a kidnapping.

Now, if Butler confirms your story, and wishes to leave with you, he is free to, but if he does not, then I will deal with you personally.

She turns to see Butler heading towards the exit.

Butler, please don't be afraid of me, I would never allow you to be harmed, but please tell me, are they telling the truth?

[Hattish Thing]

Lobby Office

Marciano actually says nothing. No speech. He's simply grinning as the extra goons head on their way, listening to footsteps approaching.

OOC: How does Kal know Mr. Ritz is Marcy?! Marciano specifically changed his face and made himself taller to not be recognized.

The extra goons and such are there in case the two hired bouncers are outmatched. Marciano's gotten paranoid since his destruction.

[Ashen Lilies]

((Slip of the tongue. Assume he said Mr. Ritz.))

Kal watches. He has no idea that Butler is scared of him at the moment, so he's expecting this to be rather straightforward.

[Reinholdt]

Office Lobby

It's hard to mentally switch character names like that, particularly established ones. I know I mistakenly wrote Marcy earlier. Just with descriptive text.

Shame. Here I was hoping Butler would sneak away and they'd all argue about it for the next five rounds before realizing he was gone. Hard to do when people skate over to you and you get addressed directly. Drats.

"Y-yes ma'am. Decker's telling the tr-truth ma'am."
Hopefully with particular emphasis on the leaving part. Butler wants that to be the truth most of all.

He leans closer to Decker to whisper to her, holding her arm a bit. Tiny, tiny whisper, complete with nervous glance at Kal.
"C-can we go without him ma'am?"

[GrandDM]

Grandmaster Shui'yan sighs, and steps back. "I apologise. I regret that I was misinformed, and I will attempt to find other employment, now that I have seen what sort of thing goes on here... especially the less legal ventures. I shall have to have a talk with the man who recommended this place to me. Again, I apologise. Allow me to at least partially redress the balance.

He passes a rolled parchment over.

"Should you ever need aid, open that and read it out. It will summon me."

He turns to Mr. Ritz.

"I retract my application for employment. Now that I am under no obligation to you, I am free to say that you are the worst scumbag I have ever met, and that I have no idea what possessed me to ever come here."

The Grandmaster leaves.

[happyturtle]

Office

(You didn't say who you were handing the parchment to, GDM, but I'm assuming Kal, since that's who the Grandmaster was mostly interacting with. Is that correct?)

"Jane Smith" almost thinks Butler is talking about Mr Ritz, but then she catches the tiny glance at Kal. Which is followed by Jane giving a rather large and obvious glance at Kal. :smallconfused:

"Yes. Of course, Butler." Decker says, and tries to usher him into the TARDIS. She glances over her shoulder at Kal and mouths "I'll be back." :smallfrown:

[GrandDM]

Office

(You didn't say who you were handing the parchment to, GDM, but I'm assuming Kal, since that's who the Grandmaster was mostly interacting with. Is that correct?)

"Jane Smith" almost thinks Butler is talking about Mr Ritz, but then she catches the tiny glance at Kal. Which is followed by Jane giving a rather large and obvious glance at Kal. :smallconfused:

"Yes. Of course, Butler." Decker says, and tries to usher him into the TARDIS. She glances over her shoulder at Kal and mouths "I'll be back." :smallfrown:

((Whoops, sorry. I'm assuming Kal, Butler and "Jane Smith"/Decker are all part of one group; if so, then yes, if not, one to Kal and one to "Jane Smith"))

[Hattish Thing]

Lobby Office

Good. They're gone. Now that Marciano is safe, he speaks. Fel, duck. At that exact moment, 12 special tommy guns firing 900 bullets a minute begin blasting through the lobby into the office. Marciano is hiding behind his desk, cowering. Plus his metal skin should protect him. At least he'll be able to survive. Felandria might get shot. It depends on how good she is at dodging. Hopefully the others will escape through the Tardis.

(Sorry others, not feeling good, Asha'Man, your character is being hired, um... Skip me? I'll be back as soon as I can be doing things here and not accidentally insult someone. Oh, how wonderful love is. :smallannoyed:)

[Felandria]

Lobby Office

Good. They're gone. Now that Marciano is safe, he speaks. Fel, duck. At that exact moment, 12 special tommy guns firing 900 bullets a minute begin blasting through the lobby into the office. Marciano is hiding behind his desk, cowering. Plus his metal skin should protect him. At least he'll be able to survive. Felandria might get shot. It depends on how good she is at dodging. Hopefully the others will escape through the Tardis.

(Sorry others, not feeling good, Asha'Man, your character is being hired, um... Skip me? I'll be back as soon as I can be doing things here and not accidentally insult someone. Oh, how wonderful love is. :smallannoyed:)

Felandria does not duck.

Instead, she gets smaller.

A lot smaller.

Once she is pixie size, she sprouts a pair of wings and flies under the desk.

She tugs on Mr. Ritz's sleeve.

Are you okay, sir?

[Ashen Lilies]

[Office]

...
Well that solves that problem of Butler not being willing to get into the TARDIS with Kal. A few seconds after Kal accepted a peaceful resolution and was making preparations to leave willingly, and with no further violence, roughly all of the bullets hit him in the head and exit out the other side, killing him.

He falls to the ground.

Marcy now has a very dead tiefling dressed in a policewoman outfit lying in his office, leaking blood all over the floor through the multiple holes in his head and upper body. Won't that be a bitch to clean up.

See, Kal, this is why peaceful resolutions never pay off. :smallfrown:

Stab the ****ers in the throat and deal with the consequences afterwards. At least that way, when you inevitably get shot in the face, at least you deserved it.

At least he doesn't have to get a new hat this time.

[happyturtle]

Craps Table

At the instant there is a sound of gunfire, Willow grabs Arthur and drops them both to the ground, likely with him already grabbing her with the same idea.

"Okay, okay... next time, you can pick the date. I admit it. I dun screwed up." :smallsigh:

Office

((Waiting for Reinholdt and GDM))

[Reinholdt]

Office

Hmm... I'm admittedly slightly confused on the timing, because the 'good they're gone' thing seems to indicate the goons are unwittingly bursting in and firing pointlessly because they don't know better. But the 'hopefully they will escape' indicates maybe not as gone as I thought? Clarification would be appreciated. And I do hope you feel better Hatter.

Either way, based on prior intentions, I'm pretty sure Butler isn't a target and will respect that. So I am going to say Decker got him on the Tardis before any shooting started.

Since I'm not sure the rules on being able to hear things outside a Tardis from the inside, I'm not sure if Butler freaks at the loud sounding gun fire and tries to find someplace to hide. And gun fire is quite loud, especially something firing that fast. In fact, now that I think about it, I'm surprised Reinholdt isn't partially deaf.*

*Random unrelated statement.

[GrandDM]

Office

((Waiting for Reinholdt and GDM))

((Shui'yan walked out. I'm not in this scene any more.))

[happyturtle]

Office >> Tardis

Luckily for Butler, he doesn't hear the bullets from inside the Tardis. But Jane Smith, looking over her shoulder, sees them. The look of evil fury she gives Mr Ritz might give him nightmares, if he is the type of man to get nightmares.

The Tardis thrums and hums and disappears.

Inside the Tardis

"Hey Butler. Where do you want to go?" Decker asks Butler cheerfully, as if she didn't just see her second favourite person gunned down.

[Asha'man]

(Sorry others, not feeling good, Asha'Man, your character is being hired, um... Skip me? I'll be back as soon as I can be doing things here and not accidentally insult someone. Oh, how wonderful love is. :smallannoyed:)

Having been hired Serph starts working at the bar. He'll interact with the drinkers everynow and then if they feel talkative otherwise he'll just serve drinks using himself and his four other illusion clones.

[Felandria]

As the TARDIS begins to depart, Felandria looks up at Mr. Ritz.

I'll be back, sir.

I promise.

And she flies toward the TARDIS and grabs on before it disappears.




Inside the Tardis

"Hey Butler. Where do you want to go?" Decker asks Butler cheerfully, as if she didn't just see her second favourite person gunned down.

At which point they should hear a tiny knock.

[Reinholdt]

Inside the Tardis

Is yesterday an option?
Sorta Butler.

"I don't know ma'am. I just-" Butler is far less composed than Decker is right now. But he was also interrupted by a knock. He looks at the door, expecting it to be Mr. Ritz or Kal.

[Hattish Thing]

Having been hired Serph starts working at the bar. He'll interact with the drinkers everynow and then if they feel talkative otherwise he'll just serve drinks using himself and his four other illusion clones.


Office >> Tardis

Luckily for Butler, he doesn't hear the bullets from inside the Tardis. But Jane Smith, looking over her shoulder, sees them. The look of evil fury she gives Mr Ritz might give him nightmares, if he is the type of man to get nightmares.

The Tardis thrums and hums and disappears.

Inside the Tardis

"Hey Butler. Where do you want to go?" Decker asks Butler cheerfully, as if she didn't just see her second favourite person gunned down.


[Office]

...
Well that solves that problem of Butler not being willing to get into the TARDIS with Kal. A few seconds after Kal accepted a peaceful resolution and was making preparations to leave willingly, and with no further violence, roughly all of the bullets hit him in the head and exit out the other side, killing him.

He falls to the ground.

Marcy now has a very dead tiefling dressed in a policewoman outfit lying in his office, leaking blood all over the floor through the multiple holes in his head and upper body. Won't that be a bitch to clean up.

See, Kal, this is why peaceful resolutions never pay off. :smallfrown:

Stab the ****ers in the throat and deal with the consequences afterwards. At least that way, when you inevitably get shot in the face, at least you deserved it.

At least he doesn't have to get a new hat this time.


Craps Table

At the instant there is a sound of gunfire, Willow grabs Arthur and drops them both to the ground, likely with him already grabbing her with the same idea.

"Okay, okay... next time, you can pick the date. I admit it. I dun screwed up." :smallsigh:

Office

((Waiting for Reinholdt and GDM))

And so, Felandria escapes in the TARDIS with Butler and Decker. They're free! I'm supposing they escape? Because the bullets are just normal and don't affect the TARDIS I think? Anyway... they probably disappear. Leaving a dead Kal and Mr. Ritz. Ritz watches Decker glare at him and shifts a little in his shoes. He's a machine, so no nightmares... but he's certainly feeling fear. Anyway, now they're gone and Mr. Ritz shouts loudly into his microphone. Hey, stop! STOP! All of you, STOP!

Soon the bullets stop flying and the smell of smoke is present. Poor Willow and Arthur are approached by the woman. I am sooooo sorry about that, please... Um, sir and madame, here... Have free tickets, first row, to the show tonight, please? And two free drinks at the bar, on the house... I'm very sorry about this. The gang begins to slowly file back into their room, the job done.

[happyturtle]

The TARDIS

Decker ignores the door in favour of comforting Butler.

However, the TARDIS has a mind of his own, and the door opens!

Craps Table

((waiting on Arthur))

[Felandria]

The TARDIS

Decker ignores the door in favour of comforting Butler.

However, the TARDIS has a mind of his own, and the door opens!


Felandria flitters inside and collapses to the floor.

[Reinholdt]

The TARDIS

Hey... that's not the casino out there!
"... When did we go through a SPGT ma'am?"
Silly Butler. This IS a SPGT.

"Hi ma'am." Butler tells Felandria. Just because you're upset doesn't mean you should stop being polite. If she's clearly exhausted or something, he'll ask if she's ok as well.

[happyturtle]

The TARDIS >> Outside thread

"I've figured out how to make them not be S, P, or G," Decker says. She fiddles with the controls, and the TARDIS disappears from the casino to go to the Outside thread.

[Zefir]

[Music]

The piano man with his four arms noticed the shooting, but somehow he didn't stop playing. During the shooting he tried to play a deep sad melody. The kind of music when someone dies. After the noise of the shot is over he starts with a happy funfairy musik to rise up the mood. Let's hope this works at least.

[Office2?]

The tall man and the half dragon woman still wait in Mr. Rizz second office. The man rise up as the shooting appears and the half dragon woman doesn't move. The man hopes Rizz isn't dead. Where should he send piano guy then?

[blackouttwo]

Craps Table

At the instant there is a sound of gunfire, Willow grabs Arthur and drops them both to the ground, likely with him already grabbing her with the same idea.

"Okay, okay... next time, you can pick the date. I admit it. I dun screwed up." :smallsigh:

"...And I can pick anything, right?" He's giving Willow his Suspicious Face, rather than any playful or mischievous grin. He's also oddly unconcerned with the sound of gunfire. This is rather atypical of him.

[happyturtle]

Craps Table


Soon the bullets stop flying and the smell of smoke is present. Poor Willow and Arthur are approached by the woman. I am sooooo sorry about that, please... Um, sir and madame, here... Have free tickets, first row, to the show tonight, please? And two free drinks at the bar, on the house... I'm very sorry about this. The gang begins to slowly file back into their room, the job done.

"I'm allergic to lead," Willow says to the woman. Then back to Arthur with a :smallconfused: face.

The Office

It is entirely possible that the TARDIS returns, at some point in the future, to drop off a Felindria plot clone who has had wacky adventures. But that's up to Fel. :smallsmile:

[Hattish Thing]

[Music]

The piano man with his four arms noticed the shooting, but somehow he didn't stop playing. During the shooting he tried to play a deep sad melody. The kind of music when someone dies. After the noise of the shot is over he starts with a happy funfairy musik to rise up the mood. Let's hope this works at least.

[Office2?]

The tall man and the half dragon woman still wait in Mr. Rizz second office. The man rise up as the shooting appears and the half dragon woman doesn't move. The man hopes Rizz isn't dead. Where should he send piano guy then?

Well, now slow... Sad music can be heard around. That's not good! Doesn't quite fit the mood of the place. Well, after the shooting finishes, and the dead Kal lies on the floor bleeding... A happy, fun, and boisterous music piece starts to bounce off the walls. Oh, good! Fun music is fun. The gang members begin to file into the large office, lining against the wall.

Marcy stands up and looks down at he bloody corpse on the floor. He had... An idea of what he'd do with the corpse. Marciano was a particularly sick individual. Aaaaaanyway. :smallyuk: Mr. Ritz speaks to the tall man. Heeey, pal. Sorry 'bout dis. This kind thing never happens. Trust me. A one of a kind thing. Now, you had a business proposition for me?


Craps Table



"I'm allergic to lead," Willow says to the woman. Then back to Arthur with a :smallconfused: face.

The woman frowns a little. Oh? Well, you see... How about you come into the casino? It's cleaner and safe in there. We can let the lobby air out, Ms?

The Office

It is entirely possible that the TARDIS returns, at some point in the future, to drop off a Felindria plot clone who has had wacky adventures. But that's up to Fel. :smallsmile:


Felandria flitters inside and collapses to the floor.

Marciano was about to continue speaking to the tall man when Felandria reappears. He sees her collapse, and speaks to her slowly, wondering if she's okay. Hey there. You alive? Or something? You better not be dead, or I'll kill you.

Anyway, Tall Guy. You haaaad something to say? The gang stands silently against the wall, letting da boss do his business.


Having been hired Serph starts working at the bar. He'll interact with the drinkers everynow and then if they feel talkative otherwise he'll just serve drinks using himself and his four other illusion clones.

Well, a waiter moves towards one of his clones. Hey, boss needs you in his office, hurry. Bring a bucket and a mop too. And something to clean up a smell. Boss likes vanilla.



"Nope! Gotta get me some shinies!" With that, unless he stops her, she'll just head over to the poker tables!

Well, Marciano actually does follow! Oooone moment, Ms...?

[Mee]

Well, Marciano actually does follow! Oooone moment, Ms...?

"Whaaaaat?" She demands, spinning on her heel to face him, hands on her hips, and foot tapping expectantly.

[Zefir]

[Office]

Actually the man is a bit confused. It seems the office expanded since the bullets didn't hit him anywhere and the fey girl(or is she big again?) reapeared. Well after all this just brings up more business.

"Actually it seems like you can need a hand here? First of I did ask you twice now if my follower here." He points at Vutha the black half dragon." May find a job as a waitress here. Second. I think you don't need that body over there, right? I can get rid of it for you. Third. I may be able to help your emplayee. It really looks like she won't make it alone."

The last bit is just to make Mr Rizz afraid. If she really looks that awful is up to her player.

[Felandria]

[Office]

Actually the man is a bit confused. It seems the office expanded since the bullets didn't hit him anywhere and the fey girl(or is she big again?) reapeared. Well after all this just brings up more business.

"Actually it seems like you can need a hand here? First of I did ask you twice now if my follower here." He points at Vutha the black half dragon." May find a job as a waitress here. Second. I think you don't need that body over there, right? I can get rid of it for you. Third. I may be able to help your emplayee. It really looks like she won't make it alone."

The last bit is just to make Mr Rizz afraid. If she really looks that awful is up to her player.
((Actually, the flittering in and collapsing was her flying into the TARDIS, but we'll just say it's also her returning seconds later in their time and pretending nobody had noticed she had gone.)

Felandria gets to her feet and resumes her usual form, the last however many months had been fun, but it was time to fulfill her obligations.

I'm alright, sir, but perhaps next time a little more warning?

She nods towards the body.

You want me to get him out of here?

[Ashen Lilies]

Entrance

And then an entourage of five entered the casino. The first was a woman, or at least, was similar to a woman, in roughly the same way that a vintage Porsche was similar to a tractor. She was tall, elegant, and exceptionally beautiful, wearing her hair in a short black bob that framed confident - and slightly predatory - features, and her body in a short red dress made of ruffles that revealed the entire length of her legs, done up in sheer black stockings and equally black strappy shoes, needlesharp stilettos raising her heels by at least five inches. In one gloved hand she held a thin black cigarette holder, lit cigarette at the end trailing a thin wisp of smoke as she walked through the hallway.

The handsome men at her flank seemed twins, one blonde and one dark, sure, but otherwise identical, in gorgeous feature and roguish expression, dressed in identical brown pinstripe suits, wearing identical brown hats as they saunter confidently after their leader.

All three of them are devils, clearly identifiable by the horns on their foreheads and the thin tails swaying at their rear.

The last two are not.

They tower over their companions, each over eight feet in height, swathed in wine red cloaks and hoods and robes, hidden completely, stiff like statues, gliding behind their fellows as they move towards the casino.

The five of them attempt to walk right in, ignoring the bouncers as if they owned the place, and had every right to be there. Which, from a certain point of view, would be correct.

[Hattish Thing]

"Whaaaaat?" She demands, spinning on her heel to face him, hands on her hips, and foot tapping expectantly..

Marciano has something to say, it seems. Miss, I have a good question. What is a beautiful dame like yourself doing in a place like dis, eh?


[Office]

Actually the man is a bit confused. It seems the office expanded since the bullets didn't hit him anywhere and the fey girl(or is she big again?) reapeared. Well after all this just brings up more business.

"Actually it seems like you can need a hand here? First of I did ask you twice now if my follower here." He points at Vutha the black half dragon." May find a job as a waitress here. Second. I think you don't need that body over there, right? I can get rid of it for you. Third. I may be able to help your emplayee. It really looks like she won't make it alone."

The last bit is just to make Mr Rizz afraid. If she really looks that awful is up to her player.

Marciano just kinda nods and bobs his head slowly. Her names Vutha? Hm... Yeah, I see you as a waitress. Plenty of customers would love being served by a woman such as yourself in skin-tight leather, eh? Heheh. The body? Sure, go ahead. Well... Except for this part. My employee? Er, sure. Go and make sure she's okay. Mr. Ritz doe's zit really care too much for his employees, espescially one who went somewhere with an enemy.


((Actually, the flittering in and collapsing was her flying into the TARDIS, but we'll just say it's also her returning seconds later in their time and pretending nobody had noticed she had gone.)

Felandria gets to her feet and resumes her usual form, the last however many months had been fun, but it was time to fulfill her obligations.

I'm alright, sir, but perhaps next time a little more warning?

She nods towards the body.

You want me to get him out of here?

Mr. Ritz just rolls his eyes at Felandria, moving close to his desk and pulling out a long looking butcher knife. Why did he have butcher knives in his drawer? :smalleek: He moves over to the body and leans down... Then he brings the blade down at the base of Kal's neck... Beheading the demon. :smalleek:

Then, a group walks towards the casino. Mr. Ritz knows automatically as they approach due to cameras directly feeding into his computer-brain. He immediately stands up and jumps behind his desk, shouting. We're to have company! Those who can fight, get out there and immediately open fire. I can tell they are hostile by the way they walk... Marciano is highly tuned in to his sense of survival, and recognizes a group of killers when he sees one. He's been killed by several. So, gang members files out of his office armed with tommy guns and hide, waiting for the enemy to enter.

[Mee]

Marciano has something to say, it seems. Miss, I have a good question. What is a beautiful dame like yourself doing in a place like dis, eh?

"I was told that there was gambling. And from gambling you get money. With money you can get gold." She explains. Those are, in fact, her entire list of reasons.

[Zefir]

[Office]

The tall man nods, but instead of just go, he heads for kal's body while Mr. Rizz is looking for his knife. He tries to grab the body befor the head is removed.

"Well then. I think I take him from here." he sais.

As Mr Ritz calls for help, the tall man looks at Vutha.

"Your just a waitress, don't get into a fight unless you are in danger."

Since Felandria is up, the tall man got nothing to do.

[Felandria]

[Office]

The tall man nods, but instead of just go, he heads for kal's body while Mr. Rizz is looking for his knife. He tries to grab the body befor the head is removed.

"Well then. I think I take him from here." he sais.

As Mr Ritz calls for help, the tall man looks at Vutha.

"Your just a waitress, don't get into a fight unless you are in danger."

Since Felandria is up, the tall man got nothing to do.

Felandria nods and heads into the lobby.

Unlike the henchmen, she stands in plain view, staring dead ahead, posture ramrod straight with her arms crossed.

And waits for the group to approach.

[Ashen Lilies]

The pack of devils stops in front of Felandria, their red robed guards looking menacingly behind.
"Hello." Says the female one, her voice light, with an exotic, lilting accent. "My name is Grazia della Lussuria. May we meet with your Mr. Ritzy McKane?" Lussuria smiles companionably, and Felandria and all the nearby guards may feel tempted to lower their guard. Surely this wonderful lady couldn't mean them any harm. Felandria, with her divine blood, is probably much more resilient to Lussuria's succubus magic than the common guards would be.

[Hattish Thing]

Marciano saw them water through his cameras. Desperate times called for desperate measures. Marciano never really cared for his employees anyway. There'd always be another NPC.

So, Marciano gave a terrible order to his men, which are assembled in a half-circle around the entrance, shoulder to shoulder. The twelve men are armed with the special tommy guns and gangster outfits. They immediately fire at the group that just entered. No talking, no discussion. Just shooting.

If Felandria is in front of the circle, she migh also be fired upon. So 900 bullets a minute fired by twelve guns will start to rocket towards the group.

[Felandria]

Marciano saw them water through his cameras. Desperate times called for desperate measures. Marciano never really cared for his employees anyway. There'd always be another NPC.

So, Marciano gave a terrible order to his men, which are assembled in a half-circle around the entrance, shoulder to shoulder. The twelve men are armed with the special tommy guns and gangster outfits. They immediately fire at the group that just entered. No talking, no discussion. Just shooting.

If Felandria is in front of the circle, she migh also be fired upon. So 900 bullets a minute fired by twelve guns will start to rocket towards the group.

Felandria was not, in fact, in front of the guns.

She was standing between two of the gunmen, and the moment they start opening fire, she turns on her heel and enters Marciano's office.

Sir, I cannot help but wonder at what point you stop relying on your gunmen and actually let me bounce someone.

When am I ever going to get a chance to beat someone up if you keep shooting them first?

[Zefir]

Well, since I asked twice in OOC and send a PM, I assume my action worked.

The tall man will then try to head out. With Kal's body, who still got his head on his shoulder. He will head for the next emergency exit since the front entrace is used by 90 bullets a minute.

[Ashen Lilies]

As soon as the guards are about to start shooting, the robed figures move. In an instant, they are kneeling in place in front of the three devils, the deluge of bullets tearing through red cloth but bouncing harmlessly off of something shiny and bronze colored underneath. The two male devils in suits and fedoras duck behind them, crouching and unfolding tommy guns of their own, pulled out from beneath their jackets.

Lussuria puts the cigarette holder to her bright red lips and takes a single drag from it.

"Now now now Mr. McKane." Says Lussuria chidingly.
"How very naughty of you to start shooting before you even know why I'm here. I only ever wanted to talk to you. Discuss an arrangement that I think might be beneficial to the both of us. Maybe over a few drinks? We can still do that, if you want. Or you can keep shooting, and I can tell my darling boys over here to start shooting back. Your choice."

She leaves that sentence hanging there, dangerously, before speaking again, slightly more crisply.
"I take my whiskey straight, by the way. No ice. Let's not ruin this gorgeous property of yours, hmm?"

She gives a sideways glance to the tall man as he tries to leave.
"And let's not have you trying to scurry off too, handsome. I may need what you have there in a few moments."

Her eyes briefly flicker down towards Kal's corpse before returning to the tall man's face, and she smiles sultrily. Mysteriously. Her eyes glitter.

[Zefir]

((I just post so this can go on when Hatter is ready again))

The tall man will stop when he notice that the woman is speaking to him. He takes a look at the dead body and then at the woman. He is aware of the mind manipulation she got. Something he learned as well, even if his version doesn't come from beeing a succubus.

"I'm sorry, but I got no reason to stay here and I need that body as well. Unless you got something worthy for myself to listen."

[Hattish Thing]

As soon as the guards are about to start shooting, the robed figures move. In an instant, they are kneeling in place in front of the three devils, the deluge of bullets tearing through red cloth but bouncing harmlessly off of something shiny and bronze colored underneath. The two male devils in suits and fedoras duck behind them, crouching and unfolding tommy guns of their own, pulled out from beneath their jackets.

Lussuria puts the cigarette holder to her bright red lips and takes a single drag from it.

"Now now now Mr. McKane." Says Lussuria chidingly.
"How very naughty of you to start shooting before you even know why I'm here. I only ever wanted to talk to you. Discuss an arrangement that I think might be beneficial to the both of us. Maybe over a few drinks? We can still do that, if you want. Or you can keep shooting, and I can tell my darling boys over here to start shooting back. Your choice."

She leaves that sentence hanging there, dangerously, before speaking again, slightly more crisply.
"I take my whiskey straight, by the way. No ice. Let's not ruin this gorgeous property of yours, hmm?"

She gives a sideways glance to the tall man as he tries to leave.
"And let's not have you trying to scurry off too, handsome. I may need what you have there in a few moments."

Her eyes briefly flicker down towards Kal's corpse before returning to the tall man's face, and she smiles sultrily. Mysteriously. Her eyes glitter.


As soon as the guards are about to start shooting, the robed figures move. In an instant, they are kneeling in place in front of the three devils, the deluge of bullets tearing through red cloth but bouncing harmlessly off of something shiny and bronze colored underneath. The two male devils in suits and fedoras duck behind them, crouching and unfolding tommy guns of their own, pulled out from beneath their jackets.

Lussuria puts the cigarette holder to her bright red lips and takes a single drag from it.

"Now now now Mr. McKane." Says Lussuria chidingly.
"How very naughty of you to start shooting before you even know why I'm here. I only ever wanted to talk to you. Discuss an arrangement that I think might be beneficial to the both of us. Maybe over a few drinks? We can still do that, if you want. Or you can keep shooting, and I can tell my darling boys over here to start shooting back. Your choice."

She leaves that sentence hanging there, dangerously, before speaking again, slightly more crisply.
"I take my whiskey straight, by the way. No ice. Let's not ruin this gorgeous property of yours, hmm?"

She gives a sideways glance to the tall man as he tries to leave.
"And let's not have you trying to scurry off too, handsome. I may need what you have there in a few moments."

Her eyes briefly flicker down towards Kal's corpse before returning to the tall man's face, and she smiles sultrily. Mysteriously. Her eyes glitter.

Well, the gunmen stop as if some silent command was given. Then, the sound of wood on carpeted floor can be heard, the cane somehow making a noise. Marciano strides out of his office, his best smirk plastered onto him. He's wearing his finest orange zoot suit, his long fidora covering his eyes. His suit has a large white rose sticking out of his chest pocket, and his clothing is surprisingly stylish. Mr. Ritz Mckane had to look his part. He also uses a sleek cane to walk with, even relying on it a little. The cane is bright white, with an orange skull on the top. He speaks in his nasal, intimidating tone. I'm a naughty man, what can I say?

Heh, I'm a smart one too. I killed your buddy, the devil. That's why you're here, right? You're devils, like him. So, I had my gang begin firing immediately. I don't take chances. I don't gamble. Ironic I own a casino, ain't it? A profitable one, too. Ight. Here's the scoop. I'll talk to you. Pick on of your men to be your guard, and I pick mine. Felandria, follow me. Make sure my new business partner don't try no tricks. The rest of my gang, and your group can stay here. So, come with me. Ms...? He begins walking into his office, gesturing to her to follow with the nub of his left arm. A few moments later, a waiter brings the requested drink to Ms. Lussuria. Huh. Excellent service.

[Felandria]

Well, the gunmen stop as if some silent command was given. Then, the sound of wood on carpeted floor can be heard, the cane somehow making a noise. Marciano strides out of his office, his best smirk plastered onto him. He's wearing his finest orange zoot suit, his long fidora covering his eyes. His suit has a large white rose sticking out of his chest pocket, and his clothing is surprisingly stylish. Mr. Ritz Mckane had to look his part. He also uses a sleek cane to walk with, even relying on it a little. The cane is bright white, with an orange skull on the top. He speaks in his nasal, intimidating tone. I'm a naughty man, what can I say?

Heh, I'm a smart one too. I killed your buddy, the devil. That's why you're here, right? You're devils, like him. So, I had my gang begin firing immediately. I don't take chances. I don't gamble. Ironic I own a casino, ain't it? A profitable one, too. Ight. Here's the scoop. I'll talk to you. Pick on of your men to be your guard, and I pick mine. Felandria, follow me. Make sure my new business partner don't try no tricks. The rest of my gang, and your group can stay here. So, come with me. Ms...? He begins walking into his office, gesturing to her to follow with the nub of his left arm. A few moments later, a waiter brings the requested drink to Ms. Lussuria. Huh. Excellent service.

Fel sighs and follows Mr. Ritz.

[Ashen Lilies]

"Ah but you see, that... body, did you call it?" Lussuria looks over Kal's body, licking her lips voluptiously as she does so.
"Mmmmm, yes. That body, you see, belongs to me. And I don't part easily with my possessions."
She gives the tall man a threatening look.
"Besides, I can only guess at your purposes, but if they involve magic, don't bother. He's worth nothing to you. I can provide you with something of much greater value, if you wish it."

Lussuria's head turn as Mr. Ritz finally arrives, and she smiles seductively at him as he gives his spiel.
"Yes, I'm sure you are an excellent businessman."
Says Lussuria, running her gaze over the complete lack of PC clientele.
"Which is why you will not be surprised when I decline your terms. I'm sure whatever we discuss can be done right here. In the open. Shall we sit at the bar?"
Accepting the drink from the waiter, she steps out from behind her guards, and strolls luxuriously towards the bar, planting herself on the stool and swiveling around to face Mr. Ritz, arching her back to lean back against the counter. She crosses her legs, giving anyone watching a tantalizingly brief glimpse of the shadowy regions beneath her dress, and flips her tail up over the side to lay comfortably across her lap. Stretching her left arm across the counter, she smiles at Mr. Ritz, then slowly takes a sip from her whiskey, giving Mr. Ritz an inviting stare over the rim.

Her guards stay where they are.

[Hattish Thing]

"Ah but you see, that... body, did you call it?" Lussuria looks over Kal's body, licking her lips voluptiously as she does so.
"Mmmmm, yes. That body, you see, belongs to me. And I don't part easily with my possessions."
She gives the tall man a threatening look.
"Besides, I can only guess at your purposes, but if they involve magic, don't bother. He's worth nothing to you. I can provide you with something of much greater value, if you wish it."

Lussuria's head turn as Mr. Ritz finally arrives, and she smiles seductively at him as he gives his spiel.
"Yes, I'm sure you are an excellent businessman."
Says Lussuria, running her gaze over the complete lack of PC clientele.
"Which is why you will not be surprised when I decline your terms. I'm sure whatever we discuss can be done right here. In the open. Shall we sit at the bar?"
Accepting the drink from the waiter, she steps out from behind her guards, and strolls luxuriously towards the bar, planting herself on the stool and swiveling around to face Mr. Ritz, arching her back to lean back against the counter. She crosses her legs, giving anyone watching a tantalizingly brief glimpse of the shadowy regions beneath her dress, and flips her tail up over the side to lay comfortably across her lap. Stretching her left arm across the counter, she smiles at Mr. Ritz, then slowly takes a sip from her whiskey, giving Mr. Ritz an inviting stare over the rim.

Her guards stay where they are.

Mr. Ritz responds to her seductive smile by sticking his hand into his pocket and pulling out a cigar and a lighter. The cigar is rather large and is... Truly noxious. The stench it puts off. Wow. He lights it as he listens to her talk. Actually, he lights it exactly four times. (It's a signal in reality, for what.... Dun Dunn Dunn! Tune in next episode.) Notice, he's lighting it in the lobby, which is a "No Smoking Zone". Nice. He does take her brief insults with a grain of salts. He had PC clinetele before all this shooting happened. Someone would get shot for this, he was sure.

Marciano does indeed follow her to the bar, ready to listen to her proposition. He sits down at the same time she does, probably with Felandria right behind him. Don't mind my guard, tuts. I need to protect my lovely face. Heh. Now, you can quit all that succubus nonsense. It don't work on me, and trust me... Nobody wants to see you there. It's like a mailbox. Taking in anything fast as it can. Hehe.

Kay. Now that's over, let's talk business. I figured you wouldn't be stupid enough to follow me. That's good. You're not a dumb broad, just a slut. And hey, I work with sluts all the time. Now, what do he want? Now, by the way. Dat corpse? I killed it. Its mine. I gave it to da tall guy over ere for a reason. He has a job to do for me. I'm paying him good money. Giving the corpse to you will greatly reduce my profits this week. I can't have Dat, Kay? Plus... I'm not done pissing all over him. Your devil lost me customers.

(The drink, by the way, is poisoned with a kind of arsenic. Nothing too fatal, and it may not even affect her.)

[Zefir]

"Your guessing isn't that wrong, still it's not right either."

The tall man snips and a hologram appears. The hologramm looks like a n ordanary human, expect of the two gas tanks on his back, the gas masks he wears and the hoses replacing his veins.

"Yes, Master?" the hologramm sais.

"I need you help with something here. Are you ready?"

"I'm allways ready." he replies a bit annoyed.

With another snip of his finger, the man with the gas tanks seem to materilize where the hologram is. If I recall right, only the office got teleportaion blockers. If all works fine the tall man puts the dead body into the arms of the new guy.

"Here take care of him and follow me."

He then joins the conversation, hearing something he isn't pleased with. His face now looks really angry, even if he is only a bit annoyed.

"I'm not in ANY way working FOR you, Mr Ritz. I only offered you people for your staff, even thought you already got a bunch of them." He nods at Vutha who has placed herself behind the bar by now. "I took on the body for my own prupose, since you already attempt to waste such a thing. I'm just still here to hear what she can offer me in exchange."

[Ashen Lilies]

Lussuria smiles at the tall man. A genuine smile.
"I am confident that we will be able to find an arrangement that will satisfy the both of us."

Then Mr. Ritz says his bit. Lussuria holds her smile, shaking her head and tsking.
"Is it any wonder you have no customers? You have the charm and business sense of a rock. And that, Mr. Ritz, is a grave insult to rocks." She gives an exaggerated sigh, then gives Mr. Ritz a rueful smile.
"You could have become rich today, had you only kept a civil tongue. More money than this casino could have made in a week. Succubus dancers for your theater. Diabolical patronage. All these things I would have offered, had I thought you deserved them. Firing at me and my men, I would have forgiven. Poisoning my drink, I would have forgiven as well." She drains the glass in one go and the tosses it aside, where it shatters against the floor. Arsenic does nothing to her, of course.
"These are but marks of caution; and I do not punish men for being cautious. But if there's one thing I cannot abide, it's rudeness. And you have been quite rude to me today."
Lussuria draws herself up, and her eyes flash violently, her mouth dipping from her previous regretful smile into a harsh frown.
"So today you do not become a rich man, and you have no one to blame for that but yourself. But still, listen closely, for I have one last offer I can make you."

Lussuria taps her knuckles twice with her cigarette holder, and the two incubi swivel, readying their guns but not pointing them at anyone. Yet. The cigarette flares briefly, and an anti-teleport field probably blooms around the casino, most likely closing the entire building off unless Marcy specifically has measures in place to stop an anti-teleport field from being created.
"Here is my offer. You will formally withdraw all comments written on The Wall about the tiefling known as Kal. You will issue an apology on the Wall for any disparaging comments made about him i light of his death. You will publically apologise to all who have been affected by this event, including the customers you have frightened away with your gunfire, friends of Kal who witnessed the event, and anyone who was mentally scarred by the photographs and videos of the event you posted on the Wall. You will also apologise, personally, for the comments made here, today, about my person. You will destroy all evidence you possess of this event, including the photographs and videos you have posted on The Wall, which are to be taken down and disposed of. After all these things are done, you will never mention this event, to anyone, ever again."

Lussuria pauses.
"If you accept, I will leave. I will take my guards and go, and I, nor any other devil of my Circle will trouble you again, not unless you do something to raise our ire once more.
"Refuse, and you will die. I will slaughter your men, burn your casino to the ground, and subject your soul to unimaginable torment, for as long as this world turns. Your employees and customers I will allow to flee, as will I allow your bouncer to leave should she step aside, for I have no wish for them to be punished for your sin. But your own suffering will be unavoidable, even should you escape from the forces I brought with me here. The Nine Hells do not forgive, and they do not forget. Refuse my offer, and you will be hunted. Every breath you take from now unto eternity shall be a breath taken in fear, for we shall always be at your shoulder, and there will be no place, in this universe or another, where you will be able to hide."

Lussuria gazes coldly into Mr. Ritz's eyes, letting the weight of the entire Nine Hells drive every word from her mouth as she delivers her ultimatum. To the side, the two incubi stand tense, guns at the ready, eyes darting as they prepare for the possibility of action. The hooded figures wait. Their time will come.

"That is my offer. Choose."

tl;dr, "say sorry or i keel you". Felandria and tall dude are exempt.

[Hattish Thing]

Lussuria smiles at the tall man. A genuine smile.
"I am confident that we will be able to find an arrangement that will satisfy the both of us."

Then Mr. Ritz says his bit. Lussuria holds her smile, shaking her head and tsking.
"Is it any wonder you have no customers? You have the charm and business sense of a rock. And that, Mr. Ritz, is a grave insult to rocks." She gives an exaggerated sigh, then gives Mr. Ritz a rueful smile.
"You could have become rich today, had you only kept a civil tongue. More money than this casino could have made in a week. Succubus dancers for your theater. Diabolical patronage. All these things I would have offered, had I thought you deserved them. Firing at me and my men, I would have forgiven. Poisoning my drink, I would have forgiven as well." She drains the glass in one go and the tosses it aside, where it shatters against the floor. Arsenic does nothing to her, of course.
"These are but marks of caution; and I do not punish men for being cautious. But if there's one thing I cannot abide, it's rudeness. And you have been quite rude to me today."
Lussuria draws herself up, and her eyes flash violently, her mouth dipping from her previous regretful smile into a harsh frown.
"So today you do not become a rich man, and you have no one to blame for that but yourself. But still, listen closely, for I have one last offer I can make you."

Lussuria taps her knuckles twice with her cigarette holder, and the two incubi swivel, readying their guns but not pointing them at anyone. Yet. The cigarette flares briefly, and an anti-teleport field probably blooms around the casino, most likely closing the entire building off unless Marcy specifically has measures in place to stop an anti-teleport field from being created.
"Here is my offer. You will formally withdraw all comments written on The Wall about the tiefling known as Kal. You will issue an apology on the Wall for any disparaging comments made about him i light of his death. You will publically apologise to all who have been affected by this event, including the customers you have frightened away with your gunfire, friends of Kal who witnessed the event, and anyone who was mentally scarred by the photographs and videos of the event you posted on the Wall. You will also apologise, personally, for the comments made here, today, about my person. You will destroy all evidence you possess of this event, including the photographs and videos you have posted on The Wall, which are to be taken down and disposed of. After all these things are done, you will never mention this event, to anyone, ever again."

Lussuria pauses.
"If you accept, I will leave. I will take my guards and go, and I, nor any other devil of my Circle will trouble you again, not unless you do something to raise our ire once more.
"Refuse, and you will die. I will slaughter your men, burn your casino to the ground, and subject your soul to unimaginable torment, for as long as this world turns. Your employees and customers I will allow to flee, as will I allow your bouncer to leave should she step aside, for I have no wish for them to be punished for your sin. But your own suffering will be unavoidable, even should you escape from the forces I brought with me here. The Nine Hells do not forgive, and they do not forget. Refuse my offer, and you will be hunted. Every breath you take from now unto eternity shall be a breath taken in fear, for we shall always be at your shoulder, and there will be no place, in this universe or another, where you will be able to hide."

Lussuria gazes coldly into Mr. Ritz's eyes, letting the weight of the entire Nine Hells drive every word from her mouth as she delivers her ultimatum. To the side, the two incubi stand tense, guns at the ready, eyes darting as they prepare for the possibility of action. The hooded figures wait. Their time will come.

"That is my offer. Choose."

tl;dr, "say sorry or i keel you". Felandria and tall dude are exempt.

Marciano actually grins rather bombastically, a real grin. He appears to be absolutely delighted at her words. In fact, he offers his hand to her and calls for more drinks to be delivered to the table. Finest red wine in the house. Oh, Ms, that was amazing, that made my month. Wow. Thank you so much, I finally have found someone who can stand up for themself! You, Ms, are absolutely great. I am so glad I found you.

Sorry for all of the insults and offensive remarks, madam. See... It's all just good business. I had to test you and see how much you could take before snapping. Devil's blood certainly flows through your veins! I like my business partners to be strong and independent. I don't like worrying. Now, I take back everything I said. Immediately and sincerely. You're intelligent and independent. A perfect combination! I'd ask you to marry me if I wasn't married to this place. You are a beautiful, and intelligent woman who can fend for herself. You're one of a kind.

Me? I'm just trying to make sure I don't end up having to deal with more than I can chew. Here, perhaps we can still arrange a mutual proposition? I happen to own a good-sized fortune, and am raking in cash daily from the casino. I also happen to have something I'm sure your forces would enjoy. If you've heard of Louv're Tech, I happen to have several blueprints stored. Special weaponry. In fact, the guns my men use are built around them! I'm offering you full use of my casino, as a surface base for your forces, access to weapons blueprints that you could use to build state of the art weapons, a fortune at your disposal in case you need some cash, and... I offer you power. And control.

I will of course retract all videos and comments on Kal's death, and even pay for his resurrection. All videos and all knowledge of this event will be destroyed. And I will give you his body personally. Do you accept my deal? As my equal. No, you're greater than me. I just can provide much for you. Please take my offer seriously, for I mean it. He then tips his hat to her in submission.

Huh.

[Zefir]

Since the tall man isn't addressed to, he doesn't speak up. He is a good business man and knows whe to hold down. At least he can't refuse to wonder about Mr. Ritzz. This isn't the reaction he assumed.

Via his mental Link he will contact his followers. The gas tank gy places on of the tanks in front of him, maybe he wants to use it as a shield? Vutha tha black dragon woman still stands behind the bar and delivers the drinks Mr Ritzz wanted.

Piano guy is now playing the typical Dun Dun DUUUN! Music. Well there aren't any customers right now.

The tall man prepared some spells for himself. Protective. Just to make sure another bullet rain isn't coming. Or did the weatherman saw that coming?
He still looks a bit curiouse at Mr Ritzz. How will he give her the body back, when he don't own it? This may become quiet amusing, depending how Mr Ritzz will attemp to get the body.

[Ashen Lilies]

Lussuria smiles thinly, accepting the wine and taking a sip. When she speaks again, she sounds... amused.
"That will not be necessary at this time, Mr. Ritz. Merely accept my offer as given. If you truly wish to make further offers and deal with us, you may contact me in a few days. I will consider what I have heard though. Perhaps a higher power than even me may be... interested. Here is my card." With a flourish, Lussuria somehow manages to produce a bright red rectangle of cardboard, which she will try to hand over to Ritz. It's... red. And has nothing else on it. She surpresses her previous amusement, and becomes slightly more businesslike.
"That will activate in three days, and will remain active until you contact me through it, if you choose to do so. You may ignore it, or you may burn it. I do not care, so long as it does not fall into the hands of another. It is meant for you only.
"Now, from the comments of this man, Mr. Ritz, it seems the corpse is not yours to give."
She looks at the tall man.
"As I mentioned, I would be perfectly willing to negotiate a deal with you for the return of this body. I'm sure we could settle on a reasonable price. It is not worth much, but it is worth something to me. At the very least a few cheap laughs if I put it in his room to greet him after I eventually dredge him up down below. Perhaps we can talk further at another location? We should not intrude on Mr. Ritz' business any further."

[Zefir]

((I think 6 days are long enougth. Also 3 pokes were made without respond.))

The tall man looks at the card she offered to Mr Ritzz. He will have an eye on this, since he assumes Mr Ritzz makes a mistake. He looks back at the woman.

"We might run into problems there. As far as you say, the body is of much more worth to me right now."

At least he assumes the body holds something thats worth for his experiemnts. Everything that is beyond human capacities is of value for him, but he won't be able to say it now.

"I don't know if a location change would be nessassary. At least this is neutral ground for us, well if your guards drop their teleblocker. "

[Hattish Thing]

Lussuria smiles thinly, accepting the wine and taking a sip. When she speaks again, she sounds... amused.
"That will not be necessary at this time, Mr. Ritz. Merely accept my offer as given. If you truly wish to make further offers and deal with us, you may contact me in a few days. I will consider what I have heard though. Perhaps a higher power than even me may be... interested. Here is my card." With a flourish, Lussuria somehow manages to produce a bright red rectangle of cardboard, which she will try to hand over to Ritz. It's... red. And has nothing else on it. She surpresses her previous amusement, and becomes slightly more businesslike.
"That will activate in three days, and will remain active until you contact me through it, if you choose to do so. You may ignore it, or you may burn it. I do not care, so long as it does not fall into the hands of another. It is meant for you only.
"Now, from the comments of this man, Mr. Ritz, it seems the corpse is not yours to give."

Mr. Ritz smiles a little as he takes the card, though inside he's rather... worried. He negotiated with demons before and look what that got him? It got original Marciano Louv're trapped in half a tower forever, albeit indirectly. He takes the card and slips it into a pocket. What does it do? Will it explode on me or something? How do I contact you through it, and what price if any will be required to acquiesce to your request? And what exactly do you mean by higher power?

[Ashen Lilies]

Lussuria smiles at Ritz.
"A telephone number will appear on it. You merely have to call. And even I have a boss."

She looks at the tall man. The teleblocker field is lowered.
"Is a body truly worth so much to you? Why not a live specimen? In exchange for that corpse I would gladly allow you to... borrow, for a limited time of course, one of these two fine gentlemen here, or a being of similar power, should they not strike your fancy. A female one, perhaps?" She gestures towards her two devil guards.

[Zefir]

The tall man smiles, but shakes his head.

"Living people are of no use for me, especially if you want them back alive. My fokus is somewhere deeper inside. Somewhere, a living person can't reach without death."

Even thought he takes a look at the guards. Can't hrt to know what he may need to deal with in the worst case.

"Also your attemps to wake a mortal sins in me can stop. I'm in controll of myself so you don't need to waste time for it."

[Ashen Lilies]

Lussuria sighs. She really hates having to strong-arm people, but it seems there isn't a single reasonable person on this Light-touched plane. She didn't force Ritz to back down in order to bend over backwards dealing with this piece of moral slime, and her patience is wearing thin. Also the fact that everyone seems to lack any form of natural biological response to the form she went to so much effort to create is starting to really irk her. It's a casino, for crying out loud. With strippers. Why would you even come here if you have such stupidly inhuman self control.
"You know what? Fine. I'm trying to be diplomatic but it seems like there's no point. Again." She snaps her fingers, and instead of her red flapper dress she's wearing a long black gown with a deep, pencil-thin neckline, revealing the inner curves of her breasts down to the bottom of her sternum. Her skin darkens to a deep crimson color, and her black hair lengthens, going from bob length to butt length, before it floats up and twists into an elaborate bun of its own accord. Her two horns lengthen, and several more grow in, all of them curling upwards to give her an elegant bony crown across the front of her head. Her tail thickens, and instead of ending in a point, it ends in a bony growth with a row of large, vicious looking spikes. He eyes glow with red flame.
"I will tell you this straight. That corpse is MINE. I am willing to provide you with some small compensation so that you do not walk out of here empty handed, but I WILL leave with what I came to retrieve. You will now realize your place in this universe and humbly beg me for whatever boon you believe me generous enough to grant you, or I will teach you a painful lesson in taking opportunities when they are given. Choose quickly, my essence tires of your puny mortal plane of existence."

[ThirdEmperor]

And that's when things get worse.


Look out the windows or the glass panes of the revolving door. What's there?
Why, nothing at all. A conspicious, decided lack of cars coming down the main road. The usual low thunder of rolling wheels is absent.

Waaait.
Waitwaitwait.
There's one! A lumbering eighteen wheel freighter truck, the trailer it hauls proudly emblazoned with a bug-eyed cartoon chicken that speaks the name 'Mad Sal's Poultry Ranch'.

The truck makes a sharp swerve as it comes to the turn-in to the casino's lot, sharper than it was built to handle; The wheels screach, smearing streaks of melted rubber against the road. It doesn't slow down as it hurtles towards the Ritzzz. Not even when it goes over the curb and flips on it's side, skidding forward in a trail of sparks.

Thirty tons of steel and chicken moving sixty miles an hour race towards the Casino, with a feral, madly grinning mask at the wheel.

[Zefir]

The tall man isn't hre to use the service offered. That would be just to silly.. A Casino wants to make money so the chances to loose are higher then to win. He already offered a new waitress to the Casino, but maybe it's not the best idea he ever had.

It's hard to read his mind with these scales in his face. They still make him look a bit angry, even if he is a bit suprised.

"My, my. I heared of such things but I never met one." The man says slightly ammused. "Here is my offer. You bring me a blood sample of this one perfect waitress." (Description of Alexandrians char) " and I give you your body back. That sounds fair, since you already got her boss under your controll." He points at Mr Rizz.

"I think that is an.."

"Master!" The gastank man says as he walks away from the entrance."Somethings comeing."

"... well. I don't think we should continue this right here." he sais, folowing his minion away from the entrance if not stoped.

[Ashen Lilies]

Lussuria doesn't say anything for the moment, staying in her chair as she watches the entrance curiously.

The two incubi and the hooded figures draw back from the entrance slowly, wary and alert.

[Shadowcaller]

The tall man isn't hre to use the service offered. That would be just to silly.. A Casino wants to make money so the chances to loose are higher then to win. He already offered a new waitress to the Casino, but maybe it's not the best idea he ever had.

It's hard to read his mind with these scales in his face. They still make him look a bit angry, even if he is a bit suprised.

"My, my. I heared of such things but I never met one." The man says slightly ammused. "Here is my offer. You bring me a blood sample of this one perfect waitress." (Description of Alexandrians char) " and I give you your body back. That sounds fair, since you already got her boss under your controll." He points at Mr Rizz.

"I think that is an.."

"Master!" The gastank man says as he walks away from the entrance."Somethings comeing."

"... well. I don't think we should continue this right here." he sais, folowing his minion away from the entrance if not stoped.

Suddenly the tall man might hear his cell-phone making signals. It sounds like someone is calling him on an unknown number, but who could be calling him right now?

[Zefir]

Lussuria doesn't say anything for the moment, staying in her chair as she watches the entrance curiously.

The two incubi and the hooded figures draw back from the entrance slowly, wary and alert.

"So, what do you say?" the tall man asks after they reached the save point in the Casino.

[Hattish Thing]

Mr. Ritz just sits in his little chair and looks down at the red card, holding in his hands what could either be an excellent pact with the devil(s) or his undoing. Again.

Oh well. Marciano's greed is still very much apparent in this form, which means he currently just stuffs it away in a pocket. He smiles at the devil his best white smile. You know, you look gorgeous in red! It really matches your figure, nice and tight around your curves. Women with curves are hot. But, all men look great in suits, don't you agree? I like my suit. An Armani, ya know. Expensive. But, I look grea.... Great.... Oh. You've got to be ****ting me.

The camera's in front of the casino are sending signals to Marciano. Marciano stands up, his chair falling down. Holy ****ing ****nuggets. He's panicking, not knowing what to do. His casino was built well, but a truck would damage it. And seeing as Marciano is freaking out, he does a stupid thing. He just stands. He speaks to the woman one last time. Seems like we have a terrorist. Hey, help me catch this guy? There's about to be a collision, which is fine. I can pay to rebuild easily. Now, use any protection spells you got on the front?


Should the truck skid and shuttle closer, it will eventually collide with the front of the casino, and due to the Casino's lack of elementium walls and such, it would barrel right through and crash right into the lobby. It would stop afterwards though, for the place is still built well, for Marcy had still hired a great team to build. (And because his player doesnt want the place destroyed completely.) So, the bouncers in the lobby all rush back to Marciano, running as the truck skids.

[Arkhosia]

[a few minutes before truck's appearance]
A tall, pale, short-haired blond (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=16071866&postcount=879)with a scar on her left cheek strides through the doors with an air of confidence about her, her black trench coat trailing behind her. Caelynn turns to the nearest staff member and pulls him/her close to her.
I am looking for work and wish to speak with your boss. Now.
A man whose casino is often in danger would need some aid, after all.

[Hattish Thing]

[a few minutes before truck's appearance]
A tall, pale, short-haired blond (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=16071866&postcount=879)with a scar on her left cheek strides through the doors with an air of confidence about her, her black trench coat trailing behind her. Caelynn turns to the nearest staff member and pulls him/her close to her.
I am looking for work and wish to speak with your boss. Now.
A man whose casino is often in danger would need some aid, after all.

Other Timeline:

A few bouncers watch the female stride through the door. The bouncer is grabbed and moves closer, looking a bit confused. Uh.. what? Okay... Mr. Ritz is in his office, I'll have him forewarned. He moves over to the female secretary and speaks. This... broad wants to meet da boss. Send the old bird in. Sure enough, the secretary points her to the door across the room.

[Arkhosia]

Thank You.
Cael tips her hat as she enters the room.

[Hattish Thing]

Thank You.
Cael tips her hat as she enters the room.

Stepping into the office is like stepping into the middle of the 1920's. Mr. Ritz Mckane sits at a large ebony table, his feet up on the table, as he listens to a rather old song. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mq4UT4VnbE) The room is nicely made, and several interesting paintings adorn the walls, and the largest is a great steel and glass tower looming over The Nexus. It's behind Ritz's desk. Ritz himself is an odd man, with a thin pencil mustache, wearing a very expensive droopy bright orange pin striped zoot suit. The right sleeve is pinned up, and a skull cane lies on the desk. He notices the woman enter and grins a little, before causing a card to fly out of his suit sleeve, which ought to land in her hand. It reads, Welcome to the Ritzzz Casino & Club. He doesn't speak, but looks her over.

[Arkhosia]

Caelynn grabs the card without looking at it, and tips her hat to him
Thank you. I am Caelynn Turath. Judging from recent events, you seem to be in need of more security. I would like to help with that.Cael promptly takes a seat.

[Hattish Thing]

Caelynn grabs the card without looking at it, and tips her hat to him
Thank you. I am Caelynn Turath. Judging from recent events, you seem to be in need of more security. I would like to help with that.Cael promptly takes a seat.

Mr. Ritz nods a little, it was true. He did need more security after the recent events. What with the psychopathic Nexusians out to get him. The tech tycoon turned mobster reaches into his desk and pulls out a box of cigars. He will place one in his mouth, and light it. Well, that's just ducky. Now, I'ma level with ya, it's a dangerous job, an' no offense, but you look like some old ragamuffin, not a bodyguard. I need a bodyguard that can easily go ahead with what I like. I'm da boss, my word is law. Marcy was enjoying this. It may be difficult to understand him through that 1920's accent.

[Arkhosia]

Caelynn simply smirks.
Mind of I demonstrate? You aren't too fond of this table, right?

[Hattish Thing]

Caelynn simply smirks.
Mind of I demonstrate? You aren't too fond of this table, right?

Ritz gives a chuckle. Not particularly fond of it, no, miss. But, at the moment my feet are claiming this table. So unless you want to get on your knees and let my feet resume their position on you, I suggest ya not break my table.

[Arkhosia]

Good point, any way I can demonstrate my skills, or is just a description good enough?

[Hattish Thing]

Good point, any way I can demonstrate my skills, or is just a description good enough?

Mr. Ritz bites his top lip, before tapping at the desk, slowly. I think a description would be fine here, doll. I don't need to waste my bouncers or let any of my possessions be harmed. Now, what would you do if I demanded you attacked a female? A child? An unarmed humanoid? There's no wrong answer. He grins a little.

[Arkhosia]

Well, these gauntlets Cael lifts her fists to show them not only make my punches rather hard, but I can fire shotgun shells from it, and can release shock waves from them. My boots quicken my speed, and I can release shock waves from their soles to boost my self while jumping.

I would be fine with those requests as long as I wasn't ordered to kill them or severely wound them, without a good reason supplied as well.

[Hattish Thing]

Well, these gauntlets Cael lifts her fists to show them not only make my punches rather hard, but I can fire shotgun shells from it, and can release shock waves from them. My boots quicken my speed, and I can release shock waves from their soles to boost my self while jumping.

I would be fine with those requests as long as I wasn't ordered to kill them or severely wound them, without a good reason supplied as well.


He just nods a bit, and adjusts his sleeve. He watches her weaponry and smiles, liking what he saw. Those weapons would need to be looked at closer. Since the destruction of Louv're Industries, Marciano (Who is Ritz) was running low on tech. Excelsior (The current Nexus evil company of evils.) took all of his stuff and destroyed the tower. He may need to base some new tech off this strange stuff.

Anyway, when she finishes the sentence, Ritz speaks while smiling genuinely. Wrong answer. She may suddenly begin to think that she's been shot, for a large sound can be heard, and something is shot out of the sleeve of Ritz's coat. In reality, it was a blank, simply meant to see how she'd react.

[Arkhosia]

Caelynn jumps with her boot's aid the millisecond she hears the noise to evade. She then bumps her head on the ceiling.
OW!
Why the heck do I seem prone to this sort of thing?

[Hattish Thing]

Caelynn jumps with her boot's aid the millisecond she hears the noise to evade. She then bumps her head on the ceiling.
OW!
Why the heck do I seem prone to this sort of thing?

Ritz doesn't laugh nor giggle. Nothing made Ritz laugh, but if he was laughing, you knew something horrible was about to happen to someone nearby. He speaks. I'd clap if I could. Now, listen here, doll. If yer gonna work for me, I'm da boss. Undastand? I give the orders, an' you listen. This is a burgeoning enterprise, and this is the most bloodthirsty universe to possibly get trapped in. I've seen companies rise and fall, I've seen inkeepers turn into terrorists, I've seen an Inspector turn into a cursed pirate Captain, I've even seen glimpses of alternate dimensions. Anything can happen here, so you bettah be prepared for it when it comes.

[Arkhosia]

Ritz doesn't laugh nor giggle. Nothing made Ritz laugh, but if he was laughing, you knew something horrible was about to happen to someone nearby. He speaks. I'd clap if I could. Now, listen here, doll. If yer gonna work for me, I'm da boss. Undastand? I give the orders, an' you listen. This is a burgeoning enterprise, and this is the most bloodthirsty universe to possibly get trapped in. I've seen companies rise and fall, I've seen inkeepers turn into terrorists, I've seen an Inspector turn into a cursed pirate Captain, I've even seen glimpses of alternate dimensions. Anything can happen here, so you bettah be prepared for it when it comes.

Oh, I plan to be.

[Hattish Thing]

Oh, I plan to be.

Marciano smiles, and nods. Indeed, my love. Cause if you're not ready for them... The Nexus will chew you up and spit you out like last weeks bubble gum. Now, darling. What's your thought on organized crime?

[Arkhosia]

Depends on the motives. As long as it's not terrorist-level crime or Dark Brotherhood-type organization, it's okay with me.

[Hattish Thing]

Depends on the motives. As long as it's not terrorist-level crime or Dark Brotherhood-type organization, it's okay with me.

Marciano nods and places his hand on the table, enjoying this. Oh, no no no. Nothing like that. I run organized missions. I run dis casino, and I run my own gang. Now, I want to organize a heist.

[Arkhosia]

I'm listening.
[Much layer]
I'm sorry for letting you down at DFI, sir. I did not realize that you'd be there, or I wouldn't have gotten anything there.

[Hattish Thing]

I'm listening.
[Much layer]
I'm sorry for letting you down at DFI, sir. I did not realize that you'd be there, or I wouldn't have gotten anything there.


(Okay, so I'm bringing this back in full force, seeing as MArciano/Ritz is about to get all involved in stuff.)

The mobster sits in his chair, his cane at his side. Well, that's fine, but in the mean time, I'll be needing you to actually start running a few things, okay? First thing I want you to do, is take some of my associates over to the Magcave. There's a Halloween Thing going on there, and my Underworld connections have informed me it's some kinda masquerade ball. I'm gonna have you see if you can befriend Magtok. You're a pretty gal, so you make sure you get on the guys good side, kay? The other four will be attempting to rob the guests. Undastand me?

[Arkhosia]

(Okay, so I'm bringing this back in full force, seeing as MArciano/Ritz is about to get all involved in stuff.)

The mobster sits in his chair, his cane at his side. Well, that's fine, but in the mean time, I'll be needing you to actually start running a few things, okay? First thing I want you to do, is take some of my associates over to the Magcave. There's a Halloween Thing going on there, and my Underworld connections have informed me it's some kinda masquerade ball. I'm gonna have you see if you can befriend Magtok. You're a pretty gal, so you make sure you get on the guys good side, kay? The other four will be attempting to rob the guests. Undastand me?

Cael nods.
Got it.

[Devixer]

2:00 AM - One Kilometer Away from the Ritz

Boris picked this spot for several reasons. The roof of this building provided a good view of the casino, and it was difficult for security to see him from that distance. He grabs his night-vision binoculars and searches for any entrances that aren't doors. Whether or not his search is successful, he the puts them down and takes stock of his weapons and gear.

[Hattish Thing]

2:00 AM - One Kilometer Away from the Ritz

Boris picked this spot for several reasons. The roof of this building provided a good view of the casino, and it was difficult for security to see him from that distance. He grabs his night-vision binoculars and searches for any entrances that aren't doors. Whether or not his search is successful, he the puts them down and takes stock of his weapons and gear.

Well, breaking into a Casino is well-known to be an extremely difficult task. Security does not see Boris. There hasn't been a real threat to the Ritz in ages. However, security cameras are still all functioning, the staff of security guards are all walking about, and there seems to be no entrance into the place that isn't a door. Well... Except for the windows on the second floor. You could possibly break one and enter the Casino, if he can get past the guards walking about the balcony there.

TLDR, There's a balcony that goes all around the Casino, with windows all around. Guards walk around this balcony, armed with cannibalized Louv're Tech weapons.

[Devixer]

2:02 AM - One Kilometer Away from the Ritz

Boris gets all of his weapons checked and back on his person. He decided not to equip much for this operation. The most lethal thing he has with him is the six pounds of Semtex, but that was for a very specific use tonight. Other than that, he has his VSS, a Bizon in case things get rough, and two suppressed pistols.

He puts his extraneous gear on the floor of the roof - he could pick it up later. All he needed right now were his jammer, night vision goggles, and gas grenades. Boris heads to the edge of the roof and begins to climb down in order to make his approach.

[Hattish Thing]

2:02 AM - One Kilometer Away from the Ritz

Boris gets all of his weapons checked and back on his person. He decided not to equip much for this operation. The most lethal thing he has with him is the six pounds of Semtex, but that was for a very specific use tonight. Other than that, he has his VSS, a Bizon in case things get rough, and two suppressed pistols.

He puts his extraneous gear on the floor of the roof - he could pick it up later. All he needed right now were his jammer, night vision goggles, and gas grenades. Boris heads to the edge of the roof and begins to climb down in order to make his approach.

Well, all that is certainly successful! The large casino is bright, with neon lights flashing all over. Many NPC patrons inhabit the place, and quite a few cars are parked around the huge facility. It's a busy night! It's about a ten minute walk to the classy doors into the complex. The closer he goes, the louder he can hear some fine jazz music playing. It certainly seems to echo and reference old 20's and 30's music. In fact, the current song being played is "That's a Plenty" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xrbzgovfV8Q&list=PL43E1C52ED941F0D6), a classic.

Two burly http://i1051.photobucket.com/albums/s440/Singingnoodle/Goon-1.png lurk at the front door, doing their usual job of checking guests for weapons.