At The Edge of the Dream - Inheritance Front

Charles
The ball lands on a red number. Some of the players erupt in joy while others all but grind their teeth. The dealer slides a small amount of chips your way before opening the table again.
It's with his earning that Charles waits once more before making a similar bet. This time with color...Of course, he keeps an eye for any particular outlier in nobody going deeper odds, like an empty 12s. In which case, he'll bet half on one of those. Including his earnings.
 
Something strange occurred to you one morning. For you see, despite the various highs and lows of your life up to this point, you did not wake up in the normal place. Rather, you awoke in an expensive looking hotel room. The bed soft, the furniture is exquisite, and the room temperature is just right for you. There is also clothing that you would normally be comfortable in, a tray of breakfast, what looks like a complementary cleaning case, and a silver attaché case. In the attaché case are several rolls of 100 dollar bills with a note. The handwriting is chicken scratch to say the least but it is still reasonably legible. It reads as follows;

"Spend as much of this stuff as you want in the casino below, the real prize will eventually reveal itself to you! When it does, please visit me on the tip-pity Top floor, Room 999 for it! You won't be disappointed!

Sincerely,

M. Jordan

P.S. No, not that M. Jordan, so don't ask."

The choice of what to do is now yours, but how far will that choice take you?

Normally, waking up someplace strange involved a hangover and inadequate sleeping arrangements. Normally. But the lack of both those things made the current situation weird. Going through a morning routine, after ensuring the suite's deadbolt was secure, didn't help settle Jessica at all either because nothing on her person was out of place or seemingly touched at all. So she sat and pondered while eating the continental breakfast that was laid out before her. Whatever was going on was too elaborate for a prank, so that was out. This wasn't a normal kidnapping since she was untouched and was in some fancy hotel, so that was out. It wasn't likely to be due to military stuff since she was just a lowly radar tech, so that was out. Jessica even still had her cell and wallet, which further meant it likely wasn't something bad that was happening.

"Only one thing to do, figure out where I am and go from there." Jessica said to herself before polishing off the rest of her breakfast and finally getting dressed. "I can probably humor this Jordan guy to see what's going on here, and then leave if I want. Probably." Jessica tucked a roll worth of Benjamins into her wallet before putting the rest into the inner pockets of the fancy jacket she was provided. "At the very least, I'm making money off being here, so score."

With everything squared away, Jessica makes her way down to the casino to try her hand at properly gambling, her heels clicking along against the floor the entire way. Whatever this place was, the sheer opulence exuded by the way everything was decorated had her feeling... Out of place. Not as out of place as she could have felt, the expensive but comfortable clothing did help with that, but when her normal outfits are track pants and baggy t-shirts it's still something that Jessica is very aware of.

The casino before you is opulent to say the least as vibrant colors and designs are arranged to draw the eye towards various tables, machines, and kiosks. However, there is something strange about it all. Despite a general theme of coloration being various shades of red, gold, and purple, the areas themselves don't match.

There are areas that seem directly lifted from old western films, accurate portrayals of Roman and Egyptian architecture, art deco, and modern contemporary. All of these areas have their own unique tables about them with appropriately dressed staff. That being said, Every area has multiple games available including Poker, Texas Hold'em, Baccarat, Blackjack, Slots, Roulette and Craps.

First things first, a cup of coffee, if the casino's food court or lounge is open. Then it's off to the Art Deco area to try... One of the games? Honestly, the whole concept of gambling to get some vague 'prize' was just concerning, disregarding how life is considered a gamble by some, Jessica supposed. Bah, pointless train of thought. Coffee... Coffee is required to make the thoughts go in the right direction at the right time. And after, when the tiredness has been banished from her body like any demon should be banished, she'll have to believe in the heart of the cards! Or, well, maybe just believe in the Dealer not fucking her over. That's probably easier. So with a destination in mind, Jessica sets out once more, in search of the fabled Elixir of Life.
 
If Jessica is paying attention as she walks by or to one of the blackjack tables, she might pick up on someone else who seems a little out of place and mentioned being surprised by their current location...A surprisingly tall woman in an understated suit, who doesn't look overly happy to be here, in contrast with everyone else.
 
Charles

It's with his earning that Charles waits once more before making a similar bet. This time with color...Of course, he keeps an eye for any particular outlier in nobody going deeper odds, like an empty 12s. In which case, he'll bet half on one of those. Including his earnings.
The roulette spins once more, and as if lady luck herself had smiled on you, not only does the ball land on twelve but your color choice was indeed the correct one. As several patrons groin or cheer, a massive of chips are slid in your direction, among them is a special chip. This chip looks to be solid gold with an image of a heart bound thorned vines.

The dealer gives you a look but merely asks, "Next bet?"

Fortune favors the bold, but Apollo would proudly claim that they're a coward. They're putting in 1 dollar just to see their luck first.

The one armed bandit spins and you see the symbols 7 1 7 appear. While coins begin to fill the receptacle, the 7 that almost assured you a triple 7 sits there as if it were enticing you for another chance.

First things first, a cup of coffee, if the casino's food court or lounge is open. Then it's off to the Art Deco area to try... One of the games? Honestly, the whole concept of gambling to get some vague 'prize' was just concerning, disregarding how life is considered a gamble by some, Jessica supposed. Bah, pointless train of thought. Coffee... Coffee is required to make the thoughts go in the right direction at the right time. And after, when the tiredness has been banished from her body like any demon should be banished, she'll have to believe in the heart of the cards! Or, well, maybe just believe in the Dealer not fucking her over. That's probably easier. So with a destination in mind, Jessica sets out once more, in search of the fabled Elixir of Life.

The food is unlike anything you could have imagined. It's high end with multiple restaurants of differing cuisines and all of them serve the great elixir of the dawn.

"Hit me."

'Well, this one literally can't go wrong.'
If Jessica is paying attention as she walks by or to one of the blackjack tables, she might pick up on someone else who seems a little out of place and mentioned being surprised by their current location...A surprisingly tall woman in an understated suit, who doesn't look overly happy to be here, in contrast with everyone else.
You do see her briefly before she enters the food court area. In that moment, a new card slips easily into your field of view, an 8 of clubs.
 

In the Roman themed area of the Casino, Jake couldn't help but admire the appearance of the man with a toga on his card. Not knowing what it meant, he simply took it from the deck when it was his turn. He had nothing but a neutral expression on his face, which was a good thing in poker, or so he was told. He would continue to play until his win or loss.
 
Yet another bill is slipped inot the slot machine kirov was playing. so far he had bee breaking in, but something told him, in the back of his mind, this one would be lucky.
 
Charles
The roulette spins once more, and as if lady luck herself had smiled on you, not only does the ball land on twelve but your color choice was indeed the correct one. As several patrons groin or cheer, a massive of chips are slid in your direction, among them is a special chip. This chip looks to be solid gold with an image of a heart bound thorned vines.

The dealer gives you a look but merely asks, "Next bet?"
It's with looking down on his large winnings that the man himself internally thinks to himself...no, thinking is too strong a word for what he's doing. More of...considering his next bet. He could keep playing it as is, placing his bets where others don't tread, and while it certainly is working so far, that kind of superstition won't last long.

So, it's definitely best to play it safe and not use all or even half his chips on another one of his bets...But his heart still tells him to do more. So, he simply slides his earning to his side before he simply smiles and waits on other bets...before picking up the gold chip and simply flipping it between his fingers before he simply places it right on the number before the last.

A nice safe number not going all the way, just one step from being at the edge. Of course, betting on any number is plenty risky and that's enough to enjoy. Still, his face is at a complete calm that has absolute confidence in his logic in spite of it being all illogical...And then he slides half his earned chips to the even/odd of his number, and the other half to the color. Charles has a bit too much confidence and he's not one to pull brakes until a finale.

At the very least, a loss here is nothing gained and nothing lost given he's lost none of his bets so far.
 
Alexander puts twenty dollars into the pot, shrugging. Might as well go big, or go home. Only then does he look at his hand.

The cards in your hand are 6 of hearts and an 8 of diamonds.

n the Roman themed area of the Casino, Jake couldn't help but admire the appearance of the man with a toga on his card. Not knowing what it meant, he simply took it from the deck when it was his turn. He had nothing but a neutral expression on his face, which was a good thing in poker, or so he was told. He would continue to play until his win or loss.
The cards in your hand are a pair of two's specifically the 2 of Spades and 2 of Diamonds

Yet another bill is slipped inot the slot machine kirov was playing. so far he had bee breaking in, but something told him, in the back of his mind, this one would be lucky.

The slot machine rolls once more, this time revealing the ever coveted 7 7 7. As coins fill receptacle, you notice that one of them is different. It is gold with a heart wrapped in throned vines emblazoned on both sides.
 
A nice safe number not going all the way, just one step from being at the edge. Of course, betting on any number is plenty risky and that's enough to enjoy. Still, his face is at a complete calm that has absolute confidence in his logic in spite of it being all illogical...And then he slides half his earned chips to the even/odd of his number, and the other half to the color. Charles has a bit too much confidence and he's not one to pull brakes until a finale.

At the very least, a loss here is nothing gained and nothing lost given he's lost none of his bets so far.

This roulette spins once more, the ball landing on one your selected numbers but not the correct color. The dealer slides you your earnings before giving the unique chip an odd look and opening the table once more.
 
The cards in your hand are 6 of hearts and an 8 of diamonds.


The cards in your hand are a pair of two's specifically the 2 of Spades and 2 of Diamonds



The slot machine rolls once more, this time revealing the ever coveted 7 7 7. As coins fill receptacle, you notice that one of them is different. It is gold with a heart wrapped in throned vines emblazoned on both sides.

"Huh, Wonder what value this one is." he muses to himself. If its actual gold... oh boy.
 
Charles
This roulette spins once more, the ball landing on one your selected numbers but not the correct color. The dealer slides you your earnings before giving the unique chip an odd look and opening the table once more.
Charles sighs with his first loss with similarly the first time his calm breaks in a slight show of disappointment in his gamble failing. However, he recovers as he stays and pays attention to the bets as he sticks to his previous tactic, this time paying attention to any rare case of nobody leaving a bet for a number at all. No odds/evens bets in favor. No color bets in favor. Not even a 12s bet.

In those extreme cases of nobody betting on it, he'll all in on it. Otherwise, he keeps to his usual shtick of going for the least chosen bet of evens/odds and colors.
 
The cards in your hand are a pair of two's specifically the 2 of Spades and 2 of

Jake looked at his hands. He just played his hand randomly, not knowing the rules of the game. (Thank you IC for telling me though , fellow player.) He kept a neutral expression on his face for the sake of appearances. Yes, it was a little boring of a game for him, he never liked casinos.
 
The one armed bandit spins and you see the symbols 7 1 7 appear. While coins begin to fill the receptacle, the 7 that almost assured you a triple 7 sits there as if it were enticing you for another chance.

Okay, not bad, not bad. Apollo thought to themselves. They are going to try two more times, inserting 5 dollars each before counting what they have now.
 
You do see her briefly before she enters the food court area. In that moment, a new card slips easily into your field of view, an 8 of clubs.
"...Well, then. I've got 21." Marie is...a bit suspicious, but not precisely on any evidence - once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times, enemy action. But of course there is no such thing as a coincidence.

Nonetheless, this is still just the once. Anything strange in her winnings?
 
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If Jessica is paying attention as she walks by or to one of the blackjack tables, she might pick up on someone else who seems a little out of place and mentioned being surprised by their current location...A surprisingly tall woman in an understated suit, who doesn't look overly happy to be here, in contrast with everyone else.

The food is unlike anything you could have imagined. It's high end with multiple restaurants of differing cuisines and all of them serve the great elixir of the dawn.

With coffee well in hand, the lifeblood of most above the age of sixteen in Jessica's opinion, she makes her way back towards the various areas actually meant for gambling. There was the weird Taylor Hebert lookalike that she spotted, which did warrant some investigation perhaps. A sip. If it really was Taylor Hebert that she spotted that could mean one of two things; one, she was in Wildbow's grimderp setting or, two, that whoever was behind this also dragged Taylor into things. Neither of which were particularly good options. The former because, well, the Worm setting wasn't exactly a good one to be in on the best of days. The latter because Taylor's dictionary didn't include the terms 'de-escalation' or 'slowing down', plus the whole invasion of privacy that just came natural to Taylor. But, this is all purely speculation since it might not actually be Taylor, just someone who looks at lot like her.

Then there's all the weird red eyed people around... Who has red eyes and isn't an anime protagonist of some sort? What is this? Fantasy bleeding over into reality? Another sip. Well, whatever it actually is, hopefully it slips by Jessica and leaves her unharmed. So, with a feeling of slight dread settling in her gut, somewhere around her belly button probably, Jessica makes her way over to the table she spied Taylor lookalike sitting at. With a nod to the Dealer, Jessica seats herself at the table and eyes up the smaller woman who she's now doubly sure might actually be Taylor Hebert, the resemblance is uncanny. Yet another sip of coffee is had.

"If it's alright, I'd like to join the next round." Jessica asks the dealer in a voice sounds fairly deep, though the slight scratch common with smokers is present. She then turns her attention towards the Taylor lookalike. "And you wouldn't happen to be Taylor, would you?"
 
"Alright Roy, take it as it comes."

These we're the words of the moderately unsettled Roy Santana. Frail and foolish as he was, there was no doubt in his mind that when faced with an unusual situation, you treat it seriously. There was however plenty of doubt about other things. Which game to play, for one.

This isn't exactly where he intended to be today, but he was here now and given his current troubles it'd be good to make the best of the Wild situation. Besides, maybe it's just some bad ol' fashioned amnesia?

Poker, that might jog his memories. Maybe just the memories of playing it as a kid. They were on the edge of his mind and he felt confident enough in his ability to rapidly relearn the game with what he could recall. Though slots would undoubtedly be easier, it'd also be one of the most uncertain options. But unlike Poker, he could take it easy and think if he went for the machines instead.

Decisions. Decisions.

Gambling was always fun, though more for the games than the stakes. Roy never liked to risk his valuable money unless he had excess, but games of all kinds were something he loved. Children's, sports, vidya and even these wretched things designed to siphon away the cash of the desperate could be enjoyed, all one needed was the right mindset.

So with an appreciative glance around at the extravagant scenery, he made his way over to the wildest and west-est of the sections. As much as he wanted to get good at Poker again for probably the third time in his life, it wasn't really worth it to try winning something he could barely remember when a simpler and somewhat less stressful option was available.

It was time to roll the di- the slots. Roll the slots. That didn't sound as good. Still, he stepped up to an open machine and got to work doing no work and leaving the heavy lifting to Fortuna.

Actually, wouldn't that be more appropriate for the Roman area?

Roy placed a hand on his hatless head and let out an exasperated, "Yeehaw…"
 
"And you wouldn't happen to be Taylor, would you?"
"Noooo. No. Marie Claire Halden. Not anyone you'd know, as far as I know." You can tell this woman is thinking about something as she pans her gaze over you, and indeed her next sentence is quieter, so as to not carry over the roar of the crowd. "...You asked that question for a reason, though, and there's only one thing I can think of that might cause such to be. Did we get our spending money for this excursion from the same...Benefactor? Because like I just said, I don't recall how I got here." Benefactor is...dripping with ill-sentiment. This young woman does not seem fond of that person, whoever they might be.
 
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"Noooo. No. Marie Claire Halden. Not anyone you'd know, as far as I know." You can tell this woman is thinking about something as she pans her gaze over you, and indeed her next sentence is quieter, so as to not carry over the roar of the crowd. "...You asked that question for a reason, though, and there's only one thing I can think of that might cause such to be. Did we get our spending money for this excursion from the same...Benefactor? Because like I just said, I don't recall how I got here." Benefactor is...dripping with ill-sentiment. This young woman does not seem fond of that person, whoever they might be.

"Jessica Muñoz, and that's good to know. However, if, by the same benefactor, you mean a Mister Jordan, than perhaps we did." Jessica shrugged and took a sip of her drink, her legs crossing as she swept her eyes over the table before her. "I also don't recall how I got here, I fell asleep in Canada and woke up in Vegas, something more than a little... Unconventional. I don't feel drugged and I haven't been raped, so whatever happened at least had the courtesy to bring us here unharmed, and leave us with money to go home." And Jessica slumped back in her chair, relaxing with an arm resting over the back. "Still fuckin' weird but I figure we can at least give whoever brought us here the benefit of the doubt before fucking off."
 
"Jessica Muñoz, and that's good to know. However, if, by the same benefactor, you mean a Mister Jordan, than perhaps we did." Jessica shrugged and took a sip of her drink, her legs crossing as she swept her eyes over the table before her. "I also don't recall how I got here, I fell asleep in Canada and woke up in Vegas, something more than a little... Unconventional. I don't feel drugged and I haven't been raped, so whatever happened at least had the courtesy to bring us here unharmed, and leave us with money to go home." And Jessica slumped back in her chair, relaxing with an arm resting over the back. "Still fuckin' weird but I figure we can at least give whoever brought us here the benefit of the doubt before fucking off."
"I doubt we really can, even if we try. Who's to say we're still on the same planet we started on? 'cause I've never heard of this place before, and yet it's famous and exclusive. Which means that even I likely should have, through cultural osmosis. Also, it's somehow a jack of all themes, which is...not something you get famous for doing without some sort of fiat-backing, if I had to guess. I wonder if any of us can even leave? If I were that gentleman, I know I'd pull a Hotel California." Marie drums her fingers on the table annoyedly. "Anyway. Unconventional doesn't even begin to put a word on just how out-of-gamut this is. So my best bet is to go along until I figure out how to punch this asshole in the nose and run off with phenomenal cosmic powers, unless he's got a reason not to sitting up there in his little overlook. By the way, who did you think I am?"
 
"I doubt we really can, even if we try. Who's to say we're still on the same planet we started on? 'cause I've never heard of this place before, and yet it's famous and exclusive. Which means that even I likely should have, through cultural osmosis. Also, it's somehow a jack of all themes, which is...not something you get famous for doing without some sort of fiat-backing, if I had to guess. I wonder if any of us can even leave? If I were that gentleman, I know I'd pull a Hotel California." Marie drums her fingers on the table annoyedly. "Anyway. Unconventional doesn't even begin to put a word on just how out-of-gamut this is. So my best bet is to go along until I figure out how to punch this asshole in the nose and run off with phenomenal cosmic powers, unless he's got a reason not to sitting up there in his little overlook. By the way, who did you think I am?"

"Eh, I was trying to be hopeful? You know, actually think there might have been something I'd have control over? But whatever, your points are pretty damn good, I can't argue with 'em at any rate." Jessica frowned and seemed to deflate a bit, slumping further in her chair before having another sip of coffee. "Slight piss off and an odd start to things, gamble for your first 'prize'. Oh, yeah, I figured you were Taylor Hebert, like, from Worm. You had the right sort of look about you." Jessica shrugs and downs the rest of her cooling coffee, enjoying the lingering warmth that spreads through her. "Anyway, on the topic of punching someone, I if we can just... Go to this Jordan guy ahead of time? Basically skip the gambling part."
 
"Eh, I was trying to be hopeful? You know, actually think there might have been something I'd have control over? But whatever, your points are pretty damn good, I can't argue with 'em at any rate." Jessica frowned and seemed to deflate a bit, slumping further in her chair before having another sip of coffee. "Slight piss off and an odd start to things, gamble for your first 'prize'. Oh, yeah, I figured you were Taylor Hebert, like, from Worm. You had the right sort of look about you." Jessica shrugs and downs the rest of her cooling coffee, enjoying the lingering warmth that spreads through her. "Anyway, on the topic of punching someone, I if we can just... Go to this Jordan guy ahead of time? Basically skip the gambling part."
The "Taylor Hebert" line draws out a strained giggling wheeze from Marie in the moment. She's stressed, but it's funny. After all, she was just thinking about punching a god.

"My apologies, by the way, on bursting your optimism. I'm operating on the most pessimistic assumptions I can make at the moment, in the hope that I will later be surprised." Marie casts her gaze a bit up and to the right as she muses. "...As far as actually punching him in the nose yet, I kinda doubt the door will open. ROBs are hard to sequence break, you know? Even if they're less than omnipotent. And we don't even have the phenomenal cosmic powers yet, so what's the point? Like, come on, I need the god-killing bug control powers first. But yes, this one is a bit of an odd duck even as most go - it's usually 'we need heroes to fight a war and you're it', 'I'm giving you this power for shits and giggles, now go be entertaining somewhere in particular', not 'go gamble for a macguffin in this casino you don't even know that I dropped you off into' and certainly not that but for more than one person...Saw one that was trying to wreck everyone else's sandbox, once. Hope we're not dealing with that guy. But that guy was dressing up as the fucking G-Man and also, frankly, a sadist, so I doubt it. Currently I'm leaning towards shits and giggles, though."

"...Really, Taylor Hebert, though? I guess it's not too out there..." Marie twirls a lock of hair idly. "You don't look too much like anyone I'd know. ...Though I wouldn't be surprised if you have an analogue somewhere. You have the looks for it. Seen anyone else that looks familiar, though?"
 
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Rae


I'm… not sure what to make of this. A room not my own, yet oh so opulent. Like an executive suite in one of those five-star hotels. It feels like I was somehow abducted or isekai'd, though I sometimes fantasize about the latter. I find myself in a strange new place, away from home and family and safety, yet this new body of mine feels oh so right and oh so soft and curvy, finally matching my gender.

The room itself has a sci-fi feel to it, too, as if Apple had a hand in its design. Smooth, rounded shapes, bright colors, lines of mood lights… it looks impressive, actually.

The food, meanwhile, turns out to be delicious, an omelette with a variety of stuffing on it, from onions to tomatoes to bell peppers to cheese to bacon, much like how I'd order an omelette at breakfast buffets. The softness and smoothness is great for the tongue. The hot chocolate is exquisite too, rich and tasty.

And then there are the outfits, a staggering variety from the casual to the formal to the fancy, sized just right for me, though it takes a while to get used to feminine clothing. I opt for a blue and red casual dress, finally getting to wear a skirt, though I also take care to wear shorts under it.

So, a starting amount of money, eh? But I'm not into gambling, so the casino is not so attractive to me. Surely there are other amenities to be found? So after staying a while in the room, I decide to exit my room and see what else this mysterious hotel has. It's unknown territory, so I might as well gather information, right?
 
Not the best hand, but he's won with less. Alexander stays in, looking to see what the board says.
As the dealer begin to lay his own set of cards on the table, he flips 3 revealing an 8 of clubs, 3 of Diamonds, of Jack of Spades.

Jake looked at his hands. He just played his hand randomly, not knowing the rules of the game. (Thank you IC for telling me though , fellow player.) He kept a neutral expression on his face for the sake of appearances. Yes, it was a little boring of a game for him, he never liked casinos.
The dealer dramatically shifts his tunic, before revealing 3 of the face down cards. A 4 of Clubs, King of Hearts, and 10 of Spades

Okay, not bad, not bad. Apollo thought to themselves. They are going to try two more times, inserting 5 dollars each before counting what they have now.

The machine spins once more, this time and bizzarely getting the coveted 7 7 7. As the coins drop in, one of them stands out, a Gold coin with heart wrapped in thorned vines.

"...Well, then. I've got 21." Marie is...a bit suspicious, but not precisely on any evidence - once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times, enemy action. But of course there is no such thing as a coincidence.

Nonetheless, this is still just the once. Anything strange in her winnings?
Amongst the chips you receive, one his given special preference by the dealer, a gold coin with the image of a heart wrapped in thorned vines.

"Alright Roy, take it as it comes."

These we're the words of the moderately unsettled Roy Santana. Frail and foolish as he was, there was no doubt in his mind that when faced with an unusual situation, you treat it seriously. There was however plenty of doubt about other things. Which game to play, for one.

This isn't exactly where he intended to be today, but he was here now and given his current troubles it'd be good to make the best of the Wild situation. Besides, maybe it's just some bad ol' fashioned amnesia?

Poker, that might jog his memories. Maybe just the memories of playing it as a kid. They were on the edge of his mind and he felt confident enough in his ability to rapidly relearn the game with what he could recall. Though slots would undoubtedly be easier, it'd also be one of the most uncertain options. But unlike Poker, he could take it easy and think if he went for the machines instead.

Decisions. Decisions.

Gambling was always fun, though more for the games than the stakes. Roy never liked to risk his valuable money unless he had excess, but games of all kinds were something he loved. Children's, sports, vidya and even these wretched things designed to siphon away the cash of the desperate could be enjoyed, all one needed was the right mindset.

So with an appreciative glance around at the extravagant scenery, he made his way over to the wildest and west-est of the sections. As much as he wanted to get good at Poker again for probably the third time in his life, it wasn't really worth it to try winning something he could barely remember when a simpler and somewhat less stressful option was available.

It was time to roll the di- the slots. Roll the slots. That didn't sound as good. Still, he stepped up to an open machine and got to work doing no work and leaving the heavy lifting to Fortuna.

Actually, wouldn't that be more appropriate for the Roman area?

Roy placed a hand on his hatless head and let out an exasperated, "Yeehaw…"
As the machine spins, you watch with baited breath as it begins to slow, revealing two cherries and dollar symbols. Coins fiill the receptacle, but you have the feeling that Lady Fortuna may just smile upon you.

"Anyway, on the topic of punching someone, I if we can just... Go to this Jordan guy ahead of time? Basically skip the gambling part."

The dealer seems to finally speak beyond basic casino duties and addresses, "Ms. Jordan wishes that all participants play the opening game, she's quite particular about her games after all.

Rae


I'm… not sure what to make of this. A room not my own, yet oh so opulent. Like an executive suite in one of those five-star hotels. It feels like I was somehow abducted or isekai'd, though I sometimes fantasize about the latter. I find myself in a strange new place, away from home and family and safety, yet this new body of mine feels oh so right and oh so soft and curvy, finally matching my gender.

The room itself has a sci-fi feel to it, too, as if Apple had a hand in its design. Smooth, rounded shapes, bright colors, lines of mood lights… it looks impressive, actually.

The food, meanwhile, turns out to be delicious, an omelette with a variety of stuffing on it, from onions to tomatoes to bell peppers to cheese to bacon, much like how I'd order an omelette at breakfast buffets. The softness and smoothness is great for the tongue. The hot chocolate is exquisite too, rich and tasty.

And then there are the outfits, a staggering variety from the casual to the formal to the fancy, sized just right for me, though it takes a while to get used to feminine clothing. I opt for a blue and red casual dress, finally getting to wear a skirt, though I also take care to wear shorts under it.

So, a starting amount of money, eh? But I'm not into gambling, so the casino is not so attractive to me. Surely there are other amenities to be found? So after staying a while in the room, I decide to exit my room and see what else this mysterious hotel has. It's unknown territory, so I might as well gather information, right?
Many of the floors descending from yours are more of the same. However you do notice that on the elevators, the floor designated as 900 is locked off. A bell hop does explain that the floor is currently reserved for VIP's only and mentions that if gambling isn't your style, an arcade opened just recently. Though they do remark that other features of the casino are currently closed for minor renovations.
 
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