Starlight Casino

[Knight Errant]

"THIS IS A PRIVATE FACILITY. YOU HAVE NO JURISDICTION HERE. THE SCHEDULE WILL BE MAINTAINED."

The nest of cables and tubes rustle... and slowly begin to creep along the floor towards him.

[Kether]

"THIS IS A PRIVATE FACILITY. YOU HAVE NO JURISDICTION HERE. THE SCHEDULE WILL BE MAINTAINED."

The nest of cables and tubes rustle... and slowly begin to creep along the floor towards him.

He back to the door calmly continuing, "Its not about me. The people who would be sending guests in know there's been an issue. They just want a report that things are safe. That nothing is compromised. Multiple levels of verification are necissary. Allowing us to get our job done as quickly as possible is the best method for maintaining the schedual"

[muffinstud]

She has a surprising amount of raw power... but he is just able to lever himself back into a favorable position. The maid squirms under him... her chest bouncing as her eyes have an odd, glassy look to them. He manages to get a grip on the broom!

Even with his superior leverage, Vasily is sweating hard. He hates to admit it, but she may be stronger than him. He takes the broom and wedges it between the two of them... using it as a prybar to remove her grip from him. It will work if the broom handle is strong enough to withstand the pressure... and then he will be free of her!

[Knight Errant]

He back to the door calmly continuing, "Its not about me. The people who would be sending guests in know there's been an issue. They just want a report that things are safe. That nothing is compromised. Multiple levels of verification are necissary. Allowing us to get our job done as quickly as possible is the best method for maintaining the schedual"

"ALL WILL BE MADE CLEAR IN TIME. YOU ARE NOT NEEDED. YOU WILL BE REPURPOSED TO MAXIMIZE EFFICIENCY."

The coils creep closer... and closer.

"SUBMIT TO YOUR NEW STATION, AND YOU WILL BE ALLOWED A MEASURE OF AUTONOMY."

Even with his superior leverage, Vasily is sweating hard. He hates to admit it, but she may be stronger than him. He takes the broom and wedges it between the two of them... using it as a prybar to remove her grip from him. It will work if the broom handle is strong enough to withstand the pressure... and then he will be free of her!

The broom handle is, in fact... remarkably strong. If she had attacked him with that... he might have been in trouble... But as it seems... her warning... inelegant attack... strangely sluggish movements... it was almost as if she was holding back... As it is... he breaks free of her slender hands... what does he do next...?

[Kether]

"What level of autonomy?" he asks quickly

[muffinstud]

Vasily hops up and away from the woman, taking the broom with him. He can't let her have a weapon. Speaking of... his knife is on the floor, a few steps to the side. He cautiously moves in a radius around her, keeping the long broom between them. "You are not making fool of me this day. If you are not answering, I will make sure you will not follow." He attempts to strike her head with the broom. From what he saw of the knife at her throat, she's very durable. He can't afford to hold back, even if he's just trying to knock her out.

[Knight Errant]

"What level of autonomy?" he asks quickly

There is a fizzle, as an automated voice cuts in, as if from an employee video manual A neutral female voice reads out with false enthusiasm: "Employees are allowed two thirty minute breaks during their shift, as well as meal breaks! Off their shift, we encourage you to enjoy our on-sight facilities! Free of charge!"

"USE OF MANDATORY TWENTY FOUR HOUR OVERTIME HAS BEEN SHOWN TO INCREASE WORKPLACE EFFICIENCY THREE HUNDRED PERCENT. THOUGH EMPLOYEE MORALE HAS TAKEN A HIT. SUBMIT, AND YOU WILL BE SCHEDULED A STANDARD WORK DAY."

Vasily hops up and away from the woman, taking the broom with him. He can't let her have a weapon. Speaking of... his knife is on the floor, a few steps to the side. He cautiously moves in a radius around her, keeping the long broom between them. "You are not making fool of me this day. If you are not answering, I will make sure you will not follow." He attempts to strike her head with the broom. From what he saw of the knife at her throat, she's very durable. He can't afford to hold back, even if he's just trying to knock her out.

Crack! He knocks her over good with the broom... she falls over with a thump... All seems done for a moment... then... she twitches... slowly... pushing herself to her feet. Her eyes still closed and seemingly unconscious.

[Ookalf]

"No... if your not going to stay here, the administration will know where to put you. They know where everyone goes." She says, a little dazedly.

"I see... Wait. What do you mean, 'where to put me'? Are you saying they took the repair crew somewhere?"

[Kether]

Its probably not the more ellegant form of infiltration but that seems to be the option here, "Can I see a contract?"

[Knight Errant]

"I see... Wait. What do you mean, 'where to put me'? Are you saying they took the repair crew somewhere?"

She blinks. "They are working where they are needed. Everyone is." She says.

Its probably not the more ellegant form of infiltration but that seems to be the option here, "Can I see a contract?"

The tendrils hesitate, the other voice cutting in again. "Our contracts provide the basis for a solid employee relationship! Don't worry! We're looking out... for YOU! All terms are non-negotiable. If you wish to speak to a representative, please mail our office on Terra for an appointment."

Inside the open cylinder, another screen comes to life. The fine print of a electronic contract being displayed. He'd have to get rather... close... to read it.

[Kether]

He moves over to look at the screen since.. well it looks like there's damn we a chance of compulsiveness if not and negotation is his thing

[muffinstud]

This... is something Vasily hasn't seen before. He backs off through the doorway and shuts it behind him, using the broom to jam the door. How did she keep moving after he knocked her out? She had to be some kind of unwilling prisoner... but to what? He doesn't like where these questions are taking him... or where they could be taking his team. He opens up a comms channel. "Hello. This is Vasily. The people aboard this station are hostile, do not approach. I repeat, do not approach anyone. Does anyone copy?"

[Harri-chan]

Charlie walked back to the bedroom, every sound that reached his ears so calm and comforting. He didn't even try and stop the back of his dress bouncing up as he climbed onto the little bed, amongst the stuffed animals, and wriggled beneath the sheets. He closed his eyes and leaned his head out towards her fingers again, happily murmuring as she stroked at his hair with her nails. All sense of urgency regarding the mission had gone, and he felt sleep came far quicker than it ever did on a space ship or even at home.



At least the breast didn't exactly feel part of him, but it did feel extremely real to the finger that poked at it, if Clarke was familiar with such a feeling, the way it reacted and jiggled inside the dress seemed right. Alice smooths out the bed sheets and refluffs the pillows before turning back to Clarke, eyebrows arching as she saw him feeling his new breasts.

"You shouldn't do that... it's not appropriate... ".

[Ookalf]

She blinks. "They are working where they are needed. Everyone is." She says.

"Where they... You're forcing them to work here? That's-"

This... is something Vasily hasn't seen before. He backs off through the doorway and shuts it behind him, using the broom to jam the door. How did she keep moving after he knocked her out? She had to be some kind of unwilling prisoner... but to what? He doesn't like where these questions are taking him... or where they could be taking his team. He opens up a comms channel. "Hello. This is Vasily. The people aboard this station are hostile, do not approach. I repeat, do not approach anyone. Does anyone copy?"

"...Feh." Alex cuts himself off as Vasily calls. Keeping a close eye on the barkeeper, he replies, "I hear you. What happened, exactly?"

[Knight Errant]

He moves over to look at the screen since.. well it looks like there's damn we a chance of compulsiveness if not and negotation is his thing

The contract looks rather standard... if lengthy. Detailing terms of employment at the Casino. There is a space for his thumbprint...

This... is something Vasily hasn't seen before. He backs off through the doorway and shuts it behind him, using the broom to jam the door. How did she keep moving after he knocked her out? She had to be some kind of unwilling prisoner... but to what? He doesn't like where these questions are taking him... or where they could be taking his team. He opens up a comms channel. "Hello. This is Vasily. The people aboard this station are hostile, do not approach. I repeat, do not approach anyone. Does anyone copy?"

He successfully bars the door... as he gets on the channel, he hears the Overseer cutting in. "Noted. I'll keep the doors locked down, and the auto turrets hot."

As Vasily backs off, he hears a clank of metal on metal in the distance. Like a door being violently opened... not coming from the direction he just was.

Charlie walked back to the bedroom, every sound that reached his ears so calm and comforting. He didn't even try and stop the back of his dress bouncing up as he climbed onto the little bed, amongst the stuffed animals, and wriggled beneath the sheets. He closed his eyes and leaned his head out towards her fingers again, happily murmuring as she stroked at his hair with her nails. All sense of urgency regarding the mission had gone, and he felt sleep came far quicker than it ever did on a space ship or even at home.



At least the breast didn't exactly feel part of him, but it did feel extremely real to the finger that poked at it, if Clarke was familiar with such a feeling, the way it reacted and jiggled inside the dress seemed right. Alice smooths out the bed sheets and refluffs the pillows before turning back to Clarke, eyebrows arching as she saw him feeling his new breasts.

"You shouldn't do that... it's not appropriate... ".

The last thing he remembers is his mom's smiling face. "I'll wake you for your daycare, sweety..." As everything goes soft, warm, and dark. His dreams start out strangely normal. He is walking along a metal corridor... the reflection showing his normal self again. Stalking... someone... He finds them alone in a room... carefully creeping up to them. As he pulls his gun and orders them to turn around... its... his mom. "Hello, sweety~" The frilly swish of her dress... the wide smile. The floor begins to shift under her feet... turning brightly colored... as his gun melts away into sparkles... his nails gaining a coat of polish... as thick blonde curls begin entering his vision.

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Clarke shakes his head! "None of this is appropriate! How do you get these things off?" He asks... tugging at his hands... his face... hoping to find some give...

"Where they... You're forcing them to work here? That's-"

She blinks. "Everyone works... who isn't a guest. This is a casino..." She stares at him blankly as he starts talking on his communicator.