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  1. On the second floor of the Copper Bell Hotel Casino, in conference room 4, Thurgood helps unload pizzas onto the back table, while the rest of the room is ready for the "shareholder's" meeting of the Damn Good Craft Soda Company (even though legally, they're partners). In years past, this took place at the company headquarters in Casper, but with the constant production work there, including all of the noise, a meeting there would be untenable. Thurgood offered Tyler a conference room at the Copper Bell rooms for each participant, and catering. The rest of the family members with stakes protested at first, until they looked into the Copper Bell, and protested having the meeting at headquarters. After all, when the meeting was over before, there wasn't much to do but go home. Now, there's five floors of casino, five floors of mall, and stand-up comedy tonight, just in the Copper Bell. Elsewhere in New Everrun's entertainment district are recreational drugs, sport fights, nightclubs, prostitutes of both biological sexes, many humanoid subspecies, and cater to any sexual preference; all regulated and perfectly legal! As Thurgood places the deep-dish three-meat pizza on the table, Tyler Delp steps in and picks up a slice of stuffed-crust supreme. "'Sup Tyler?" Thurgood asks, "I've got a tablet to send drink orders to the cigar bar up here, both soft and hard." "Sweet," Tyler says as he puts the slice on a waxed paper plate. Thurgood can tell there's something on his mind. "What's eat'n ya?" Thurgood asks. "Mom just sold her share and fucked off to Genesaris to retire," Tyler replies. "To who?" Thurgood asks." "Wouldn't tell me; no matter how much I asked. Don't know if I want 'em here, but I can't stop 'em." "I just hope it's not somebody that'll give us too much shit," Thurgood says, "how much did she have to sell?" "Twenty percent." Both realize this new partner now has a controlling share.
  2. On the fourth basement floor of the Copper Bell Hotel Casino, one of the formerly vacant spaces, right across from that handmade basket store (the one where a laundry basket can cost three ounces of gold yet somehow people keep buying them) is The Comity of the Kitten Pile Box #1: the place all those signs were leading to. Just past the "public" reception area with plenty of brochures about the Pile, are folding tables and chairs in the middle, with a longer table to the left with disposable paper cups to fill at the pop fountain (with pop from the Damn Good Craft Soda Company, of course), plates of chocolate chip cookies, brownie squares, devil's food cupcakes with chocolate buttercream frosting, and strawberry cupcakes with whipped cream vanilla frosting (all made by Thurgood and Aveline in the kitchen above). There is a podium at the back of the room with a microphone and a projector screen behind, for the presentation later, especially the initiation process. Thurgood and Aveline stand at the “near” end of the long refreshment tables to greet the arriving aspirants, and to answer questions in their Founders’ kitten ball caps, with the embroidery accents in gold embroidery, and the word “Founder” on the back above the tail, both ready and excited to finally implement this idea of theirs.
  3. Zashiii

    Another pair

    It had been a long time since she was seen in public. The most current moment was during the godslayer arc where she helped bring down the old gods for the sake of humanity’s progress. Whether it was the right thing to do or not, she never cared. Past that, she’s back to lying low far away from all that spotlight and toxic publicity. This of course brought her to this questionable place that she had no recollection of every entering. Fuck. She groaned then as she opened her sleepy eyes. It seems that she must have been going at it the whole night. Her head spinning, she looked around to figure out where she is now. This stuff keeps happening now and then. First thing she noticed was that she’s still on her birthday suit. Second thing was that there’s no booze beside her. Shit. “Unnghhh! Fuck!” she spat as she rolled out of the bed. “I need a goddamn drink.” @danzilla3
  4. It was during business hours again. Around 9 PM, the busiest time of night. Dia was upstairs in her usual VIP booth. Ruby was about, dressed for her task as a server. She delivered drinks quicker now, having some time on the bar gun, and plenty of nights in the club. She'd been working here several weeks now, and despite making good money and tips, she spent hardly any of it. Ratholing in secret, at this very club in a safe Dia forgot was installed as a matter of fact. Dia was expecting company again. John should definitely be showing up. Though, he probably wouldn't be thrilled to hear she didn't have his money, and that she in fact, needed more connection help. What was a girl to do anyway? Ruby came over and served Dia her 5th drink, a new freshly opened bottle Dia insisted she leave at the table. Dia was actually dreading having to talk about it. She hadn't even gotten much work, this was supposed to be a side business thing... but it was eating up so much of her time.
  5. danzilla3

    Fade Out

    This was a problem. No, not the fact that the Governor of New Everrun was meeting with mercenaries. John Wilder was a man of the people; unafraid to walk the streets and rub elbows with every class of people, be their collars blue or white. The problem was the corpse on the autopsy table in front of him. A young man, mid-twenties at most, with jet-black hair that now stood in stark contrast to his pale skin. Holes where piercings had once been dotted his ears, lips, and nose. His expression was peaceful, but John knew his death had been anything but. "Cause of death?" he asked the grizzled old medical examiner, though he already suspected the answer. "Multiple organ failure," the man replied wearily, "I'll need to run blood work to know for sure, but it's consistent with all the others." "Tranquil," John growled. "Sixth one this week. And it's only Wednesday." John sighed, "Why to people go for this shit? Are there not enough legal drugs on offer?" "Tranquil's dirt cheap though," the coroner pointed out, "And there's no shortage of morons looking for a bargain high." "Indeed," the governor thought for a moment before turning to leave, "This needs to stop. If The Sentinels can't find who's selling this shit, we'll go freelance." "Just be quick about it," called the coroner, "Before I run out of freezer space." "I'll be sure to mention it when I meet our prospective employee. If my schedule is correct, he should be arriving at my office shortly. @Twitterpated
  6. The Building Basic Layout: Sinners Den is a two story building. The first floor of which is a dancefloor, bar, and if the venue calls, a stage. Its a square building foundation, with a small parking lot, as there's parking in a nearby garage. The second story is a Vip area. Room enough for several booths, with tables that each have drink holders and poles for a private dancer. There is a detached garage where the own Dia parks exclusively. The garage fits two cars when she doesn't park dead center, which she always does. The garage's second floor is her apartment, which is small but lavish. some of the finest beddings, furniture, and amenities money can buy. Exterior: The neon sign is located over an arch doorway. Behind the sign, is a pinup devil girl with a microkini on, laying on her side. Complete with horns, wings, and tail. The main lobby has windows, as does much of the exterior. The exterior is lined with neon and spot lighting of fierce red and plum purple varieties. The exterior doors both have an "18+" sticker. The building has black stucco walls, mild planters of various rare plants she had brought in to match the theme, specifically, thorny rose bushes. Despite being on the main drag, it doesn't smell like car exhaust. One can faintly hear music inside from outside. Interior: As You walk in Your in a small foyer/lobby where the rules of the establishment are on the doors, directly to your left is the bar, with room for about 12 barstool seats. The first floor is mostly standing room. To the right is the stairs to floor 2, as well as the bathrooms. There are various areas where the rules are posted as well. The music selection varies, but during dance nights it will usually be fast upbeat dance tunes, likely popular ones. A live DJ could mean anything though. Dia herself is more a fan of metal, and bands may or may not reflect that taste on a night dedicated to a concert. The club uses cinnamon scented air freshener, one of her favorites. It also maintains a relatively comfortable 68 degrees. There is typical a lot of lighting effects. On Floor two there are abut 7-8 booths. Each has a large table with built in drink spaces, and a pole for a dancer. There is a small stall bar in the back, for servers only. (Garage: The garage is two spaces wide and long enough for almost any normal car or pickup to fit. but little else. It has a bench and space for tools. There's a small staircase in the back, that leads up to her living space. Which has a lavish king bed. There's a 20 gallon fish tank on one side with some decent looking saltwater fish, mostly reef fish like clown fish, starfish, and blue azais. The most notable is the cleaner shrimp at the bottom. She had some reefing put in for her fish. The windows have fancy drapes, and the walls are built to drown out city noises. There's a massive 90" fancy television on the wall across from her bed. As well, there's a pair of gaming towers. One has many gaming systems, old and new. The other, is basically just a 5 foot stack of games. There's a small kitchenette, with a stove, a microwave above it, attached to the cupboards, a dishwasher, fridge/freezer, and in here as well is a small table. Under the bed, is a series of drawers and cupboards for all her weapons and such. There's a small closet for her wardrobe up here as well. The ton up here is much calmer and more personal, the lighting is more luminous purple, less vibrancy. The second floor also uses cinnamon air fresheners, as does her living space. The Staff Hours: Sinners Den is open for wining and drinking with dancing allowed but not over sold Monday through Thursday. Opening at 5pm, and staying open until 2am. Friday and Saturday it opens at 4pm, and stays open until 3am, dancing is heavily encouraged, as well Friday and Saturday are the nights where VIP booking is possible, as well as a live DJ, or sometimes a band. Live dancers as well. Sunday, it is closed. Staff Rules: The staff are all expected to conduct themselves with respect to their guests, and not to go out of their way to start issues. They are also expected to dress proper for the job they are to perform. Staff are, all given self defense courses probono/gratis at a local martial arts academy. Save for the owner, no weapons are permitted on the premises, without absolutely zero exception. Seniority will dictate who gets certain shifts at first, but will only get someone so far. Violating the rules can have signifigant consequences. The Uniforms: Dancers are expected to dress for the theme of the night, which is planned no less than 2 weeks in advance. Assistance is possible with costumes. The bartenders uniform is a fitted corsette, and skirt. Any pair of stylish shoes that meet safety requirements is allowed, hair must be tied back if long enough to require doing so. Security is to where a functional shoes, jeans, and undershirt. And will be provided a short sleeve, long sleeve, and jacket with the title "security" on it. Servers uniforms are a tight fitting brassier with a small pair of demon wings, tight short shorts with a demonic tail, knee or thigh boots with heels, elbow gloves, a choker with an 'SD' buckle, and a devil horns hairband. Beings that already have wings, horns, or a tail, or unique body's such as paws or hooves, may be accommodated. ____________ Rules 1. Do not touch the staff. Ever. 2. No weapons. zero tolerance. 3. Security is trained in law enforcement. By entering you acknowledge this and all rules and consequences. 4. No fighting. 5. No outside food or drink. 6. VIP is for VIPS only.
  7. It was early evening, Dia was expecting two guests. One was definitely going to show. She needed his help finding some more property, or properties. The other, she wasn't positive. The invite was sent, but she was not so sure. There might have been a third as well... it would all depend. Dia sat patiently, in a VIP booth upstairs. Her best short party dress on. Showing off more of her ink than she usually did. A certain pink haired feline femme fatale, would approach, dressed in the servers uniform, the heels clicked on the nice tile floor. "Wait downstairs, the invite told those who are coming, to use a password." She said. "And... that is?" Ruby asked. "It's Paradiso" Dia said. "Help yourself to a drink, your not on the clock or anything" She added. "I... Don't Drink" the feline said and proceeded downstairs where the loud music and party goers all sort of blended together. Her own uniform was minus the devil tail, due to having her own, long and furry as it was. The song currently playing was some club mix, full of artists most of Valucre probably hadn't heard of. Dia inhaled another drag off her fancy cigarette. John was definitely coming. She needed his help finding a parcel. It was time she built a house, found a man, settled down, had a few kids, lived the in house wife life... except she was only going to do one of those things. Build a house. It would definitely be built for a single bachelorette, who liked to party. She hadn't decided exactly what to do though... having a TV on in the bathroom so she could watch Buffy would be neat... but so would a massive pool... and so would a huge garage... she had to think... She also donned a girly primp set of heels, heels that screamed rob me because I can't fucking chase you in these slut shoes. But it was recommended that she doll up a tad... so she did. She didn't like it. And she'd definitely complain.
  8. The Copper Bell Hotel Casino is, obviously, a gambling establishment. This one isn't as opulent as the King's Fountain, has humanoid dealers on real tables with real cards, chips, dice, wheels, and balls, unlike the Helix, and is a generally affordable place. There are two main entrances: one from the "street" and one at the subway station (yes, it has a subway station). Both have large sheets of polycarbonate letting natural light in during the day, and are about fifty feet high. The five floors above the entrance floors are open to each entrance. The street entrance shows the ends of the first five floors of the casino, while the subway entrance shows the five floors of the mall and entertainment. The floors and walls are all hardwood facades with copper decorations that actually look surprisingly modern. The casino floors have plenty of slot machines, craps, classic Blackjack, Spanish 21, Pai Gow (not Pai Gow Poker, but actual Pai Gow with Chinese dominoes), Five Card Draw, Texas Hold 'Em, Roulette, Faro, Caribbean Stud, and Sic Bo. there are also Keno and Bingo parlors. The mall has various tenants from across Valucre, and plenty of vacancies (it's a big mall, hard to fill it all at once), including a food court. The casino has a buffet of comfort food, and the kitchen is available for orders from the casino floor or hotel rooms. There is a multi-use venue that hosts fights, concerts, performances and other sports. There is also a bowling alley, with 20 lanes of standard 10-pin, 10 lanes of duckpin, and 10 lanes of candlepin, and eight bars scattered around the property. The Hotel is fifty stories of rooms and family suites. The rooms aren't very fancy, only having a bed, microwave, mini fridge, chair, alarm clock, basic bathroom (shower, toilet, sink),Suites have another bed, a couch that can convert into another bed, a couple more chairs, and another TV, but are always clean, comfortable, and reasonably priced. In fact, everything under the casino's control (that is, not in the mall), is priced for lower-class people to generally afford. Even the slots and table games have minimum bets as low as two ounces of tin.
  9. COEUS As if to contrast the garish, edged, world outside its doors, the Coeus building was comprised entirely of pure white curves, glass, chrome, and an imported pale wood from the distant forests of Orisia, which resisted rot and damage. Its expansive glass entrance opened up into a lobby large enough to fit several houses, both end to end and atop of one another, and in the distant ribbed rafters, visitors could spy numerous exotic birds who were allowed to fly freely about the building. Small disc-shaped robots roamed about the floor, scrubbing and cleaning, in order to maintain Coeus' perpetually immaculate shine. To one side, a small series of pools sat at the base of a lush plant wall, which extended up several stories and guided visitors to a small glass desk at which a single receptionist sat to greet guests, near a lunch area where a dozen perfect, white, circular tables sat and waited for occupants. Those who had already been authorized for the building could instead take the second guided path toward a wide, gently sloping, staircase made of light wood, which curved toward a series of muted archs and unobtrusive gateways that supplemented the security and monitoring capabilities for the building and provided entry to the work areas. A wireless network, COEUS-PUBLIC, was made available for guests. Beyond the gates, the steady hum of business droned on like the engine of creation.
  10. "What do you mean you lost it?" John Wilder was not the type of man who raised his voice when he was angry. He didn't smash holes in walls, or beat up on his subordinates, or indulge in any kind of theatrics when something pissed him off. But if he were the kind to indulge in such things he would have leveled buildings, such was the rage that he felt right now. Jannik Steinhauser, CEO of Prime Software, was smart enough to realize how incensed the Governor was, despite the mans lack of visual reaction. Somehow the fact that John wasn't blowing up made things even worse. "Well, it isn't lost exactly," Jannik replied cautiously, "I believe the more appropriate term would be... stolen." "So let me see if I have this straight," John began, "Your company developed this, Masterkey, a device capable of finding and exploiting undetected flaws in software in real time. Then you managed to have this incredibly dangerous piece of hardware stolen out from under your nose. Now it's loose in a city that depends on computers for just about every facet of its existence, and you're only telling me now, two days after the fact?" Jannik blanched, "I... well... we wanted to attempt to resolve the situation ourselves..." "I see." The room was deathly silent for a few moments before John got up and walked around his desk to approach Jannik. Every primal instinct the CEO had was screaming at him to flee, but his legs felt like lead. Only inches away, John stopped and regarded the man. Then he smiled and clapped Jannik on the shoulders. "Here's what we're going to do. I am going to help you fix this situation. Your role in that help, is to give the fixer I bring in whatever he needs to get the job done, Resources, cars, weapons, money, whatever he needs, you will provide it. And when this is all over, you will pay his fee, plus a generous bonus. Do I make myself clear?" Jannik's mouth worked for a moment before he stuttered out, "Of course Mr. Wilder." "Good man. Now get lost." The CEO hurried out of the room as John returned to his desk. Paging his secretary, he gave one simple instruction. "Please call Kelsey Bateman and tell him the governor needs to speak with him ASAP." @Nessuno
  11. "So you're saying it's a weapon?" Ruben Becker's expression turned a shade indignant, "Well, yes, in the most basic sense of the word, it's a weapon. But it's far more than that sir!" John Wilder leaned back in his chair, "I don't mean to offend Mr. Becker. Perhaps you could explain what makes this... ATLAS special?" "Of course," Becker pulled a small device from his pocket which he used to generate a holographic image of his design, "The ATLAS weapons system is, to put it in simple terms, a weapons platform that turns its user into a walking tank. Its energy shields make the wearer virtually impervious to small-arms fire; high explosives like anti-tank rockets are the only thing that make a dent. Even if the shields are overwhelmed, the body armor itself is nearly as strong. Physically the suit enables users to run at speeds of 50 MPH, and lift loads into the ten ton range. All of this is without even mentioning the multiple weapons systems ranging from automatic weaponry to directed energy weapons. I do not exaggerate when I say that this suit could level a city in the wrong hands." "So not the kind of thing we want turning up on the black market then?" John asked dryly. "No sir." "And why are you bringing this to my attention Mr. Becker? I can only assume that your employers won't be pleased if they find out their head engineer is blowing the whistle on them." Becker swallowed, "The board wanted this kept quiet but... I can't in good conscience remain silent knowing the kind of threat this poses." "I see," the governor got up and walked around the desk to shake the engineers hand, "You made the right call Becker. When all this is over, I'll see to it that you are rewarded. For now though, just keep on like things are normal. Rest assured that I will see it taken care of." "Gladly sir," said Becker, obviously relieved. Once the man was gone, John also walked out of his office and turned to his secretary. "I'm going out for a bit. I feel the need for a run." @Michael Bloodfang
  12. As the rest of Everrun is getting constructed, Thurgood lowers a giant carved-stone thrust block strapped to the bucket of his large steam shovel into a deep hole, watching the hand signals of the other guys looking in the hole to eventually lower the block into position behind the apex of the four-inch diameter elbow. That's a big pipe. It's a water pipe. But why the fuck would such a big water pipe be laid into a foundation of a building? It's not a main, nor is it even a branch supplying other buildings. It'll be a casino; or more precisely, a hotel casino with an underground shopping mall, and it's far from the only one in New Everrun. John Wilder is building a luxury casino "next door", so Thurgood is building one for the masses. This one will hearken back to the older days of Las Vegas, when rooms, drinks, shows, and food were cheap because the Italian Mafia, who really ran things, knew they would get all that money back, and then a whole fuckton more, from the slot machines, Keno parlor, sports/racebook, and game tables. It's bad when corporations are greedier than organized fucking crime, but I digress. The foundation itself is not nearly deep enough yet.
  13. "What happened here?" John Wilder's words echoed in the silence that filled the burnt ruins of Everrun. When last he had been here the people were rejoicing after having taken their homes back from a horde of bandits. He had left to pursue his own goals, promising to return one day. It had only been a year since he had taken one last look at the city before riding off. Now all that was left of the settlement were the burnt out husks of a few buildings. The smell of burnt wood still lingered in the air, but other than that there was nothing. No sound. No movement. No life. What could have happened here? Dismounting his Owlbear, he walked through the remains of the city. A great sadness filled his heart at the loss of a city and its people that he had been quite fond of. But he could not deny that this suited his needs perfectly. He had come here to make a proposal, but now that was no longer necessary. He turned to the mercenaries and fellow gangsters behind him and grinned, "This is where we make our city." @Csl @supernal @Dredge @Aleksei @sorainvoked @Laughingmad
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