Gaming w/Jemal: Mutant Apocalypse Issue 2: Vegas!

[Shayuri]

Cassandra nodded, encouraging 'Sapphire' to go on. When the dancer diverted her attention to Uomo, she took the welcome opportunity to collect her thoughts. The beginnings of a horrible, horrible plan were starting to take root in her mind. Horrible, but possibly effective.

She gave Uomo a shrug, tacit permission to do what he liked in this case.

"What kind of rumors have you heard about the lower levels?" Cassie asks, courteously stepping back to give Sapphire and Uomo some space.

"Did the scientists ever talk about it? Maybe when they came to the club?" Then, as if it was an afterthought, "What's the name of the last club you worked at, by the way?"

 

[Voda Vosa]

Thinking this is some kind of perverted plan from Fulcrum's part, Uomo puts on a satisfied face and says "What the hell, you got just one life right?"

 

[Jemal]

<Burlesque, Uomo and Cass>
Sapphire smiles and moves towards Uomo, beginning her routine as she answers Cassandra's questions.

"I used to work at the 'Randy Goose'.. it was kind of a dive, but I needed the money. So glad I found this place though - really classy." She grins as her top hits the floor
"I've heard all sorts of weird things. That they've got military grade security, that there's a whole other facility down there, that it's government weapons research... Some people even said they saw a few mutants being 'escorted' to the basement - and not willingly. We figured they were just guys who'd been caught by security trying to break in. Security's pretty tight."

"The geeks usually had other things on their minds when they came in to see me, but sometimes they'd try to impress me with the work on their 'miracle cure'. Didn't really fly, I'm into guys who're a bit more.. physically developed." She winks at the tall 'Russian'.

[sblock=Sense Motive 10]
Sapphire is really good at her job of making the customer feel desired.
[sblock=Sense motive 20]
Actually, She seems to be genuinely interested in Uomo for some reason..
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[Jemal]

<Swanky Hotel Room - Enoch>
It had taken a couple weeks of careful maneuvering, but finally Enoch had managed to make his way into a High Stakes, private poker game. Initially he had thought to just make a lot of money in the casinos, but had quickly come to the conclusion that he'd be accused of cheating (Which, in fact, he was).

Armed with this insight, the Psychic had gained a bit of fame and money working his way through various poker tournaments, subtly 'convincing' people to help him higher and higher on the 'food chain' until finally he'd landed himself into a high stakes game, with barely enough to cover his entry - But now that he was here, that wouldn't matter, as he would be able to easily win whatever he needed from this roomful.

At the table with him were two corporate executives, a US Senator, a b-list actress, and an Asian woman in a suit who seemed to be nervous.

After about an hour of play, Enoch had managed to more than triple his starting pile, but was starting to get a strange headache. It threw off his concentration a bit, costing him a hand he should have won, before he realized what it was - focusing a bit, he was able to pinpoint that it was another Psychic plying his craft. Enoch could recognize a mental control like he had been exerting back at the institute being used not a hundred feet from where he sat.


<Another Nearby Room - Laura>
Laura followed the intriguing man, introducing himself as Chris, several blocks away until they arrived at a room on the 20th floor of a swanky hotel. By the time they arrived, she was absolutely enthralled by him. Upon entering the room, she noted several men sitting around the poker table, and a group of scantily clad, defeated looking women sitting nearby.
An older, tubby man looked up as Chris and Laura entered. "Ah I see everybody's here with their stakes. Shall we begin the game now?"

Chris nodded and told Laura to sit with the other women until called upon.

OOC: BBs - Congratulations, you've just become a victim of human trafficking! You get another will save right now. I'll allow you to roll this time. 20 or less = Still charmed/enthralled, not realizing anything is wrong and happily obeying. 21-25 = Somewhat charmed, but realizing that something's not quite right. Slightly Confused. 26 = Manages to snap out of it and realize what's going on. VR, I assumed you would be trying to be 'subtle' about the way you're 'winning' your money, rather than just try to mentally force people to hand it over or push your luck with a few big plays. Also, While technically your mental perception requires you to actively use it, I took some liberties this time b/c Enoch's never encountered another psychic, and the feedback and unfamiliarity of it caused his 'spider sense' to tingle.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Svyatoĭ gryeĭpfrut!" exclaims Uomo, upon seeing Sapphire's gifts. It would have been idiotic to flex to an exotic dancer that have likely seen men of more developed physics, however, this girl seemed truly interested in him. Perhaps showing off his thousand year Roman muscles could lose her tongue a little more.

OOC: ...If you catch my drift.

 

[BBs]

Laura entered the room with a smile, ironically. Sitting next to the girls, she pondered about the poker game it self. She feels something is not right, but could not place her finger on it. She looks around the room not in alarm, but confusion.

OOC: Was hoping to save Luck, but using luck reroll ... wow what a waste, this isn't my time /sigh. Owell Never mind that, thanks to Walking Dad's awesome knowledge, <3 , it's actually a 23

 

[Voidrazor]

Enoch Prince's inner monologue runs fast and unceasingly as he studies the other players for minute tells, Ow! Dammit! This drink is doing squat for my headache. If it weren't for the jackhammer attached to my skull, this would be sooo cool. Drinking in public, in freaking Vegas! And senator Oxley doesn't recognize me. That's cool. Corrupt bastard. Wait! did I just see ... yeah that was a stellated hexahedron on the mental plane. I'm not running running any mind control right now, just some illusion to look older. So why would a figure like that show up. Crap! I know why, and there's another hexahedron. There's gotta be somebody else with access to the mental plane here. There's gotta be a thousand poker tournaments a day in Vegas, and another guy with my abilities shows up at this one? No way that's a coincidence. Well I'm not gonna just sit around and wait for the trap to close.

He scans around looking for the other mentalist, while starting to get out of his seat. Midway, Enoch grabs a last quick gulp of his drink. "Sorry dumbshows, dudettes I gotta cash out and beat feet. Laterz."

 

[Walking Dad]

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OOC: Was hoping to save Luck, but using luck reroll ... wow what a waste, this isn't my time /sigh. Owell

OOC: You add 10 to rerolls of 10 or less. So the second roll is actually a 23

 

[Jemal]

<Burlesque, Uomo/Cassandra>
Sapphire moves onto Uomo's lap and speaks in a low voice. "There's something about you, you're like some ancient roman gladiator come to life.. I really dig the roman thing."
She continues her show, seeming to enjoy herself while waiting for more questions. "You don't think they're like, hurting people down there do you?"

OOC: BTW, tried giving you xp for the sweet grapefruit, but apparently I don't spread it out enough so you cant get any.

 

[Jemal]

<Swanky Hotel - Enoch, Laura>
The others seem somewhat relieved by Prince's departure, except for the Asian woman, who watches him cautiously as he sweeps up his winnings.

Scanning around, Enoch locates the hexahedron in a nearby room, but as he leaves the room he's in, he notices that it is beginning to crack. Whoever is being controlled is very willful, and fighting back.

OOC: BBs, since you partially broke free, you may try another save, which will occur after a minute.