[ALL CURRENT PLAYERS]
You are inside the Casino El Dorado. It's a middle to upscale casino depending on how much money you're willing to blow. The inside of the casino is well lit, with high ceilings and much of the building done up in a blue and gold paint job. There are a myriad of different game tables around, everything from mundane roulette and blackjack to advanced holopoker machines to mage cubes and Library tables. It's all quite a bit to take in.
[CHARACTER REVEAL!]
[ZACHARIE: PC: INNOCUOUS FRENCH IMMIGRANT & CASINO EMPLOYEE]
But not for you. You work here at the bar, it's your latest job in a string of them, and you've just gotten off of work.
You could go to any of the various game tables, grab a drink from one of your coworkers, or attempt to socialize with your fellow patrons. What do you do?
[CHARACTER REVEAL!]
[MARION: PC: ORDINARY HARDWORKING POLICEWOMAN]
You've just gotten off of work too. You don't play blackjack much, but you find it a decent way to unwind after a long workweek. You could also try out any of the game tables, grab a drink, or socialize with the other patrons. What do you do?
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
William, a coworker and acquaintance, serves you an old favorite without so much as a word. You take a sip, and a pair of pretty faces sit down next to you.
"Bartender? Rum & Coke, please!" One of the two girls--the one who just spoke, really seems like she could easily be on either side of the legal drinking age, but William declines to card her. Her jet black hair is done up in a pair of rather ridiculous looking hoops, the likes of which you've never seen before, and she's wearing what could be charitably described as a cross between a clubbing outfit and a maid uniform. You're pretty sure you recognize this girl, if only secondhand.
[CHARACTER REVEAL: MPC: PRISCILLA: BEAUTIFUL HIGH SCHOOL HEIRESS]
She turns to you. "Hello there! Name's Priscilla, what's yours handsome?"
[SECRET REVEAL] [Secret: "Priscilla does well enough in school to put on airs. But it's not entirely uncommon knowledge that she spends her winter and summer breaks in places where she shouldn't be, often dressed up in outrageous outfits."]
The other woman orders only a soda, and says nothing to you. Though she keeps a close eye on Priscilla.
You take your seat at the blackjack table and mindlessly bet on a few rounds. This particular table is rather close to the bar and, as such, you're able to overhear conversations over there without necessarily meaning to.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Priscilla lets out with a shrill laugh. "Trust me, I don't need anyone to buy me drinks. Alice, my wallet?"
[CHARACTER REVEAL: NPC: "Alice": Silent, Loyal Maid]
[TRICK REVEAL: PRISCILLA: Meet Miss Alice: "Priscilla commands the undying loyalty of a maid, Alice."]
The other woman who has been sitting at the bar hands Priscilla a nondescript wallet. Priscilla in turn removes a band of bills from it, and flauntingly thumbs through it. It's a quite sizable amount of money, and seems to be split fairly evenly between dollars and yen. "I am, as the kids say, wealthy. If anything, I should be buying you drinks."
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
"You could say that" She flutters her eyelashes cutely.
"I don't suppose you're a gambling man, Mr....you still haven't told me your name."
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
"Roulette, huh? I suppose we could go for a bit of a gamble."
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Priscilla follows a bit behind. She and her maid are having a conversation, although about what isn't clear. You can hear them fine, but they are speaking a language you don't recognize.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
"All of my outfits are custom made. I have an eccentric fashion sense."
She leans over.
"Eleven, huh?"
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
"I feel like there's more to the story than that."
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
"Well. Perhaps we can help each other out."
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
"You mentioned being a bartender?"
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead