Operation: Roll Out

[initiates]

Date & Time: January 31st - February 4th, Present Day Exsilium Time
Location: Neo Las Vegas, in what formerly was called Turkey.
Characters: All Transports!
Summary: Transports have been sent to Neo Las Vegas to gather information on the origin point of the United Earth and the UE AI. Conference sabotage and the rest is expected and invited!
Warnings: Gambling and alcoholic beverages quite likely! Please PM the mod account for anything else.

By day, the landscape isn't desert, precisely, so much as it is dry. Winter's settled in and found in the biting chill of the wind when it finds you standing on the street. Hovercars and taxis thrum down the cobblestone streets, cavorting and honking like a noisy crowd of inelegant, overweight geese. Men walk by on stilts half in make-up, on their way back to their stage for the next night. Walks of shame are taken proudly in this district, one of the few approved and sanctioned vacation zones in the United Earth.

Evidence of law enforcement can be found all around, but they seem altogether too pleased to be there too. Talk with any one of them about crime rates, and they're liable to laugh at the idea. Those who come to gamble know the house is rigged to win. It's not about making or breaking the bank -- people whose funds dip too low are politely escorted back to their rooms and given a set of normal playing cards -- but it is about enjoyment.

Of the flesh too, and it'd be difficult to find anyone working in Neo Las Vegas who suffers from modesty, or anyone visiting who seems unwilling to politely ask visitors and staff if they'd like to keep them company for the night. In fact, Transports may find themselves needing to turn down multiple such requests! The refusal is always taken well. These are people looking to have a good time, and that's all.

No chance taken, nothing gained, right?

At night, the city really comes alive, the lights in all the hotels and casinos turning the Neo Las Vegas Strip into a carnival of sensation. Drinks and recreational drugs are freely passed around, men and women engage in a variety of sexual and other hedonistic excesses without regret, and the beautiful interiors and ostentatious or playful exteriors of the buildings hide and reveal a rich tapestry of events, delectables, and desires waiting to be fulfilled.

Neo Las Vegas is a fun place, and it is a safe place, and it is Where the Conferences For Our Future Are Made. Playtime is on, gang.

Comments

[hyanaimne]

[another laugh, and she takes the offered bottle more than happily. A bit of fumbling, and she pops it open to take a drink, straight from the bottle. What is being lady-like?]

If you wish for more, I've acquired a bit of money since I've been here.

[in other words, she's been pickpocketting any of the men who try to flirt with her]

[miscreant]

I will mercilessly bleed you dry, if you let me.

[Literally? Figuratively? She's back to looking at another bottle, we may never know.]

But rest assured, there will be no waste of sewage water here.

[hyanaimne]

I have no doubts about that. [she grins] It is rather easy to lift a wallet from a man who is a tad too close. Always distracted, they are.

why are you awake go to bed

[miscreant]

[She frowns and looks at Tempest. The lines of her forehead wrinkle just so, and somewhere beneath that hologram, longer ears bend downward.]

You are better with your hands than I am.

can't sleep insomnia is too strong

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest shoots her a mischievous grin, and lifts a hand to wiggle her fingers]

One learns quickly when they live on the streets.

[miscreant]

Is that what you did? Tell me about it.

[In the laziest and most undignified display of anything that has come out of Seviilia thusfar, she props her chin up on her hand, poised on her elbow...

And burps somewhere in her chest, though it comes out as just a small hiccup. She's getting there.]

[hyanaimne]

[Seviilia you are a treasure. Tempest does her best not to laugh, but there's humor clear in her voice]

There is not much to tell; I came to the capital with nothing, and I had to learn some way of surviving. It took a bit of time, but learning to steal a man's gold is not too hard when he has just left a tavern for the night.

[miscreant]

I knew a thief once.

[She pauses and sits up again, like some part of her recognizes that isn't right. There is a moment when she seems to realize 'I know that isn't right, therefore I am not drunk enough', and proceeds to sit up again to continue talking like the previous moment had not happened.]

Actually, I have known many thieves in my lifetime, but I knew one in particular who grew in poverty. At least, that was what she told me. Bragged about it, oddly enough.

[She makes an unpleasant face and takes another drink.]

I did not like her.

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest tilts her head at Seviilia's story, then shrugs a shoulder. She takes a long drink from the bottle, idly swirling the liquid around while she thinks]

I have known a number of thieves as well, who bragged about their skills. Though many of them chose that life, rather than being forced into it.

[miscreant]

[Seviilia chuckles at that, perhaps just a little too darkly.]

Alas, she was not very good with her hands. Or anything else, really. She was particularly awful at keeping herself alive, as well.

[hyanaimne]

Mmm, most of the ones I know have long since died. [some even at her hands, but that's a different story entirely] I find that the overly confident ones do not last very long.

[miscreant]

[She nods slowly.]

Life lessons, I suppose.

[hyanaimne]

Something like that, yes. [she can't help but grin]

[miscreant]

[Seviilia pushes herself upright to get a better look at Tempest, scratching at the hologram transmitter absently.]

I must say that I am surprised that you are not taking this opportunity to gather information.

[You know, like they're supposed to be doing.]

[hyanaimne]

[she raises both eyebrows, a bit surprised by the question coming from Sev. She then shrugs, glancing behind her for a moment to watch people come and go]

Gathering information is not my strongest skill. [she's done it, certainly, but she's much better at other things] Though I suppose I could seduce a few men into bed and see where that goes.

[miscreant]

[Another lengthy pause spent not looking at Tempest, and rather at the space behind her. The pause extends into her movements, as she lowers the bottle in her hand from her lips to consider what had just been said.

And then she shrugs one shoulder and goes back to what she is doing.]

I prefer a bit of dignity in that sense, but if it gets the job done I suppose it gets the job done.

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest can't help but scowl, just a little]

It is not as though I plan to sleep with them, you know.

[miscreant]

Well, I wasn't going to suggest it.

[She smirks behind the neck of her bottle.]

[hyanaimne]

You just said you preferred a bit of dignity - what did you mean?

[because there is absolutely nothing wrong or undignified about tricking men into your bed for information and leaving them high and dry]

[miscreant]

Our methods of information extraction differ, is all. Understandably so.

[She pushes the bottle away and sits up a bit straighter so that she may lean back more comfortably.]

After all, nobody in their right mind would lay with a corpse.

[hyanaimne]

Well, I do not want to get in trouble. [yet, anyway]

I doubt they will notice, though, given your disguise.

[miscreant]

[Seviilia reaches for the nearest bottle and holds it for a few moments until the glass begins to frost over. She releases it shortly after and rubs her hands together slowly, as if she were trying to warm them.]

Holograms don't hide everything.

[hyanaimne]

[both eyebrows shoot up, and she leans back, just a bit - more out of an automatic reaction than anything else. She relaxes after a moment]

No, I suppose they do not.

[miscreant]

[She does not comment on Tempest's reaction and simply leans back in her seat, shrugging her shoulders. She spents the next few moments sifting through the unopened bottles on the table in silence, occasionally tapping her nails on the glass.]

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest picks up the bottle Seviilia pushed towards her earlier and pops it open, taking a long drink. Not that it's her first drink; she's had plenty, but nothing that would really do anything save for make her relax a bit]

So how long have you been sitting here, darling?