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

[controlledvariable]

Sorry, it's a... thing. On stereos - you've seen those, yeah? - the volume only goes up to ten, so you say it's turned up to eleven means it's gone over the top.

[Steph you're terrible at explaining things.]

I knew I liked you for a reason.

[Later, she'll be doing the same thing alongside Peter.]

[hyanaimne]

Ah . . . I think I understand.

[she doesn't know what a stereo is, but the rest, at least, made sense]

You mean it is not because of my charming temper?

[controlledvariable]

[Tempest how are you friends with Jesse without knowing what a stereo is.]

Well, there's that too.

[She flashes a bright grin, but then they're at the front desk so she turns her attention to the man behind the counter, asking him for the best places to get some shopping done, and thanking him when he hands over a map with some recommendations.

Then she looks back at Tempest.]

Shall we?

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest peeks at what she can see of the map, and murmurs her own thanks to the man at the desk before looking to Steph]

Mm. Where to first, then?

[controlledvariable]

Well, we could head to where all the designer stores are, but I don't think we need to get that fancy, right?

[She can't imagine Tempest is that fussed on it, and while there are certain designers that Steph would be willing to pay for, most of it she doesn't care about.]

[hyanaimne]

I am a bit fancied out, but I would not mind looking if you wish to.

[Tempest is the kind of girl who bought whatever was the cheapest at the time, and wore it until she had to replace it]

[controlledvariable]

God, no. I like a pretty dress as much as the next girl, but I prefer sensible things.

[At least like 90% of the time.]

[hyanaimne]

[her tone is dry] I hate dresses, if I am being honest. Aside from - well, now, I've not worn one since I was a girl.

[and even then, she cheated and snuck on a pair of pants to wear underneath]

Though I agree: I much prefer sensible things too.

[controlledvariable]

They're not for everyone. I've liked them more since I got better at fighting in them.

[She's still not going to wear something floor length and ridiculous if she thinks a fight is coming, but she's gotten more comfortable in dresses when she knows she can still fight.]

[hyanaimne]

I do not think I've ever tried to fight in one. I was rather done with them when I was forced into wearing a corset.

[and that was torture. Pure, terrible torture for a tomboy] I would probably end up ruining it.

[controlledvariable]

Can't say I'd ever try fighting in a corset, at least you can still breathe in a dress.

[There's just flowy skirts in the way, or tight skirts limiting her ability to kick people in the face, but she can work around it.]

[hyanaimne]

That is true enough. Depending on the dress, I suppose.

[because she saw some women wearing tight ones that looked difficult to even move in, let alone breathe]