exsiliumlogs | Operation: Roll Out

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Operation: Roll Out

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.

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[She waits for a few moments until the conclusion is obvious even to a drunk.]

You are an incredible waste of space.

[Thank god there is a mini bar in her room, because she still isn't drunk enough for this. But she isn't about to leave him here for someone to find, so that he may drunkenly babble about the entire evening. She manages her balance and reaches down for his collar again.

Regardless of comment, she will then begin to drag him all the way back to her room, unless he makes an effort to stand on his own.]

That's-- [ holy shit, is she literally dragging him off? is he going to die? he's gonna die. this is literally the dumbest fucking place on any planet, anywhere. ] -- a little uncalled for.

[ as would killing him be. btw. mentioning that probably wouldn't work in his favor, though. marduk doesn't bother trying to get up, resigned to his fate; also, that sounds like a lot of effort.

he does, however, make kind of a whining noise. he doesn't want to die in vegas, jfc. ]

[Seviilia doesn't say anything, just keeps DRAGGING. That whine isn't missed. She rolls her eyes, but can't help smirking just a bit. That's what happens when you make your acquaintance with a sadist. Its the little things.]

Ah, whining like a criminal being dragged to his execution. Music to my ears.

[She chuckles just a bit and drops him a bit roughly once she reaches her door, just so she can fish her key out of don't ask where. Door is kicked open, half-corpse is dragged through the door, and it is unceremoniously locked. She rests her hand there a bit longer than necessary to freeze the mechanism.

Don't want any of her secrets wandering off this evening.

She will only take the opportunity to drag him to the bed before picking him up by the collar (probably choking him a little) and dropping him there. Only then will Seviilia wander toward the mini bar to pick up the largest bottle there to collapse on the couch with.]

[ that just makes him whine a little more, dragging his hands down his face. he probably could've stopped at twenty-one texts, right? twenty-two is just too many, and now he's going to die for them. he is dead weight, all the way back. no sense in fighting it, but no sense it making it easier either.

the bed is not the destination he expects. out the window, maybe, but not on something that implies he'll survive the night. naturally, he is horizontal almost immediately, though he quietly inches towards the edge of the bed nearest where he knows seviilia is sitting. see, he has questions now.

well... one question. ] What the hell? [ still suspicious. still distressed. ]

[She had been mad when she had picked him up, but his panicking had predictably lightened her mood. She just chuckles at his question, crossing her legs and wrestling with the cap of her newest prize while propped up on the arm of the far-too-small-for-her couch.

He gets eye contact and a light, knowing smirk in his direction for his trouble.]

Come now, you didn't think I was going to leave you out there to run your mouth.

[She flicks the cap harshly in his direction once she gets it off. It probably flies far too the right with how drunk she is.]

And since you obviously cannot leave well enough alone, you're going to stay here, and you're going to make use of that bed whilst I make use of this.

[She taps the bottle.]

[ he actually ducks when he sees the cap flying, covering his head with his hands while it... plinks harmlessly off the wall. oh. marduk isn't sure if he should be embarrassed or terrified when he peeks up at her again, and settles on-- both. definitely both. ]

Would not have... run anything. [ he can barely stand. (that's not what she's talking about, is it.) whatever. as long as they aren't in public-- and he's still going to die, probably-- he'll at least take the time to deactivate the emitter. it gets tossed to the floor somewhat near the bed, and marduk rolls over, only realizing halfway through what a bad idea it is to keep his back to seviilia.

... he rolls back. ]

Should at least share. [ don't you usually get a last meal, or whatever? here, it's going to be a last drink. he holds a hand out expectantly, waiting. ]

Well, I do not believe you, so I suppose you will have to make do with the situation.

[After her long gulp, she looks at him accusingly and...hugs the bottle a little possessively.]

No. You already ruined my last bottle with your unrelenting messages.

[ what. his hand drops, disappointed, and-- he pouts. just a little. that's cruel of you, seviilia. ]

Come on. Just a little. [ is he whining again? you betcha. it's not like the texts were THAT bad. ] Don't even drink as much as you.

I do not care.

[She is incredibly cruel. Eventually she just looks away, nestles into the couch in an attempt to get comfortable, and goes back to drinking.]

Go to sleep.

[ hiss. fine. he relents, in the sense that he doesn't keep complaining; after enough time to figure out how suicidal he is tonight (scale of 1-10: 12) marduk slides off the bed, making his way enough to the couch to be able to drape himself over the back of it. he does his best scowl down at seviilia, although it's considerably lessened from terror. he doesn't say anything-- just waits. ]

[She largely ignores him when she hears him move, but the second he enters her line of vision, she glares and hisses like a wild animal, blindly swiping upwards.]

Go away.

[ he puts his head down as soon as he sees her swing, at least protecting his face. ow. his response is muffled but no less petulant for it: ] No.

[Then you can fuckin sit there and watch her DRINK IT ALL because that's what she is going to do. Not all at once, but she is very hellbent on not sharing this shit.

Even if she has to sit under someone's fucking gross eyes while she does it.]

[ fine. he'll sulk, and he'll watch, and he'll wait, and it isn't until he knows that bottle is almost empty that he starts whining again. ]

Seviilia. [ shit, is this the first time he's actually said her name? huh. well. time to do it again-- ] Seviiliaaaaa.

Be. Silent. Go to sleep, before I make you sleep.

[She cracks her bony and blackened knuckles for emphasis. Her eye might twitch noticeably when he draws her name out like that.]

[ he cringes again at the noise, but doesn't seem especially deterred despite that. if anything, he grins a little, tilting his head just enough that-- his hair falls in his face. whoops. he has to push it out of the way before he can continue. ]

Don't have to be so fucking mean, you know. Seviilia. [ you are going to regret ever telling him your name. he'll make sure of that. ]

[She swipes for his face again like an angry cat. Yes. Yes she does have to be that mean. But he's stopped her from drinking, at least.]

Haven't you had enough for one evening? Leave me be.

No. [ he hides his face again, chuckles a little when he feels the swipe, then grabs for her hand before she can pull it back. he knows it's a bad decision as soon as he makes contact (it's hard to remember just how cold she is until he's touching her) but doesn't back off from it.

he just. really wants that goddamn drink. ] Just one? [ pls... ]

[She makes a face when he grabs her and tugs a bit weakly to try and free her hand. Most of her strength is focused on staying wrapped around that bottle so he can't pull it from her.

Something caught between a growl and a whine comes out of her throat.]

You do not need it. I do.

[She tugs again.]

Will it get you to leave me alone?

[ he's not going to let go that easily. in fact, he twines their fingers together as he talks, as if there's nothing wrong with her hands at all. ]

Who knows. Maybe. Probably. [ marduk knows he is playing with fire, here. his grin is perhaps a little more strained than it could be. ] One way to find out.

[She considers breaking his fingers, but even in her drunken stupor she thinks that might be a bad idea. She had brought him in here to try and keep suspicion off her back -- that wouldn't help in the morning.

So she just keeps pulling her hand back.

But eventually she gives in and untangles herself from the bottle depressingly. She's not going to sleep if he keeps bothering her anyway, may as well just. Whatever.

She's not going to give it to him though. She's going to petulantly put it down on the floor for him to go get.]

[ he keeps her hand hostage until she finally sets the bottle down. it's only fair to give one for one, right? the fact that it ends up on the floor is its own problem, though. certainly, he wouldn't be able to make it over there when he barely made it to the couch in the first place.

marduk seems to consider this while chewing on his thumb, when the bottle suddenly wobbles and then rises of its own accord. unsteady though it is, it eventually gets within arm's length of him, and he tries his best to not look smug when he grabs it. that's right; magic solves all problems, even-slash-especially when you're drunk. ]

[Unfortunately for him, the second he grabs it, so does she -- right at the bottom. She smells blood. And, of course, the second she makes contact with the bottle, it starts to freeze.]

If you are going to spend the entire evening pestering me, I will drop you off the balcony.

[Her nostrils flare a bit as her eyes dart upward suspiciously. Oh yes. She smells you, Marduk.]

[ he pauses, curling the offending hand into a fist with his thumb on the inside. well. good thing he has no idea what you're talking about, huh. ]

Pestering? Never would I. [ the most obvious lie yet-- which is really saying something. he tugs on the bottle. it's his now, dammit. you gave it up. ] Not even once.

[She sits up and tugs on the bottle a little more insistently.]

Try twenty-one times. Without everything you have been doing in this room.

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