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

[implying]

Late bloomer, hmm?

[ He can't help it, he has to smirk with that. But then it's gone as he turns his mind to what "until" could mean. Surely not the big one. That would just be entirely too tragic. ]

Until, ah — ...you died?

[oversleeps]

[ yeah, well-- he's sure you were way too early and he wasn't late at all!

w/e. marduk just makes a noise in response to vanadi's conclusion, one that's probably meant to be one of assent. that's pretty much the end of the story. ]

[implying]

[ Oh. :( His ears sink a little, and he gets back to stroking that hair. ]

Then, what became of her? Do you know?

[oversleeps]

Not in the slightest.

[ he does have an idea of how she might've turned out, but... there likely won't ever be any confirmation on that. ] I know-- it's a shitty ending for a story.

[implying]

[ He nods, unhappy. But then, such is the way of things, isn't it? ]

Well, I suppose it isn't necessarily over yet, hmm?

[oversleeps]

[ pff. his brow furrows momentarily. ]

In what sense?

[implying]

Well... [ He offers a shrug. ] People do go home all the time, after all.

[ and as much as he hates to apply that idea to Marduk, it has happened before. to both of them. ]

[oversleeps]

I don't think going home would change anything here.

[ a pause, and then he sits up, brushing vanadi's hands away. he stares off at the opposite wall again. thinking. he has tried not to think about going home, the possibility or even the mere concept of it, not since he's gotten back. honestly, for all the appeal exsilium fails to hold, the alternative isn't much better.

is it? ] I think I'd rather not go back. [ ... ] For now.

[implying]

[ He lets his hands fall back to the bed, settling into the headrest behind him more comfortably. ]

I do appreciate the thought... [ He smiles down at the bedspread. ] But as I know I needn't say, one isn't always given the choice.

[oversleeps]

[ yeah. no shit. he sighs, briefly putting his face into his hands; he then leans back, arms folded. he doesn't look at vanadi, but he does squint a little. ]

One isn't given the chance in most things. [ did he manage to not sound sulky there? he thinks so. maybe. ] A little optimism still doesn't hurt.

[implying]

[ He grins, leaning to drop his head comfortably against Marduk's arm. ]

Personally, I prefer blithe non-acknowledgment. It serves me very well!

[oversleeps]

Yeah-- I doubt that.

[ he knows how ignoring your problems works. he knows exactly how that ends. marduk steals a glance at vanadi, here; this feels like argument territory, though, and he's not sure if it's really worth it tonight. maybe some other time, but not in vegas.

sIGH. why is this so hard! he shifts a little, to be able to lean his head on vanadi's in return. of all the places he could've ended up in, this definitely isn't one he was expecting. somewhere in the middle of that he mumbles an additional: ] Sorry. [ for a lot of things. ]

[implying]

[ He snakes an arm around Marduk's waist, turning his head briefly to press a quick kiss against his shoulder. ]

Well, then that makes a sorry pair of us. I'm sorry to have been... ah, neglectful. [ that's how you phrase "intentionally making out with other people in front of you", right ]

[oversleeps]

[ neglectful. ]

Is that what it was.

[ really. ]

[implying]

I'm quite certain that's what they call it. [ marduk have you ever seen a more innocent smile than this. this answer is no you have not. ]

[oversleeps]

[ yeah he. he doesn't know about that, man ... ]

Maybe you should ask them again.

[implying]

That sounds rather like a bit of effort. [ He shifts, turning toward Marduk properly, with one of those smiles. ] Perhaps I might simply make it up to you, instead?

[oversleeps]

[ PAUSE ... ]

-- I'm listening.

[implying]

[ They're already on a bed, Vanadi appears to have his work cut out for him. So he shifts to settle one leg over Marduk and straddle him (carefully, of course, and he leaves most of his weight supported by his curled legs), then sharpens the smile down at him. ]

I feel quite sure you can now afford the room service here, and so my proposal is this: sex and chocolate-dipped strawberries. Yes?