"I'll have a bottle of rum, a bottle of brandy, a bottle of whisky, a bottle of scotch, a bottle of absinthe, a bottle of vodka, and a bottle of malt liquor. Also, could you direct me to the toilets?"
It continues to say nothing and the prices are highlited for the booze. It points to the back.
I start to tap my fingers on the floor as I wait for something to happen, while my mouth begins to hang loose. Black slime pours out of it while I say, "I wonder what the others are dealing with right now? Probably not something this boring..."
The lights flicker a bit and you notice a door inside.
 
I sigh. Wonderful. Traps.

"Yep, dat'sh why I went shecond..." I murmur, examining the shotgun. I move to take it and get a closer look, if I can. I doubt there's any more rounds - this kind of trap likely needs to be manually reloaded, so there'd be no point leaving extra - but it's worth a check. Maybe if I take it with me I'll find some ammunition stored around the place. If not, well, I still have my Space Gun.

Still, this being set up does imply something...

"...Shomeone shet dish up. Shomeone with dere mind shtill intact. It might mean nothin', but... it might mean dat dere's shomeone elsh here."

Or not. I mean, I had no idea how long this sort of trap could last - it might have been here for years, for all I knew - or it could have been set up by whatever weird force brought us here in the first place. Still, something to keep in mind, just in case.

I looked ahead.

"We besht keep movin'."
"Agreed."

With my drone in front and Hobo behind me, we stepped into the open air, alert for traps...
After a few minutes searching, you hear something beeping.
I sigh. Whelp, I guess I'm going to be waiting a long time before anything happens. At the same time, I give off a very loud yawn.
You feel tired, but the less concentrated cloud in the villa makes it hard to rest.
 
After a few minutes searching, you hear something beeping.

SHITMORETRAPS

Panicking, I dive to the ground back the way we'd come, hands covering my ears and braced for an explosion.

...If this isn't a mine or something I'm going to look really stupid.

Well, better to be cowardly and alive than overconfident and dead.
 
It continues to say nothing and the prices are highlited for the booze. It points to the back.
I pick up a bar mat, and fiddle with it for a minute. Standing up, I walk to the bath room, but not before dropping the mat in my vampire friend's lap.

Once I enter the bathroom, I tear it apart looking for bleach and limescale remover.
 
All you find is a detergent called abraxo, and a solvent labeled turpentine.
Damn. No home made explosives for me. Unless.... I check the back of the abraxo box, looking for the active ingredients name. Or maybe so. I would need some alcohol, a drink with dissolved CO2. And an organic re..agen...t.... like turpentine. Huh.

Shame I don't have any chlorine though. Would have made a lovely light ignited bomb. Thankfully for me, Estro was.... Thankfully I had my knowledge of chemistry still.

And also, need to find clothes. Clothes would be very welcome.
 
Damn. No home made explosives for me. Unless.... I check the back of the abraxo box, looking for the active ingredients name. Or maybe so. I would need some alcohol, a drink with dissolved CO2. And an organic re..agen...t.... like turpentine. Huh.

Shame I don't have any chlorine though. Would have made a lovely light ignited bomb. Thankfully for me, Estro was.... Thankfully I had my knowledge of chemistry still.

And also, need to find clothes. Clothes would be very welcome.
The list of ingredients has long since decayed. There is also a large number of poker chips.
 
The list of ingredients has long since decayed. There is also a large number of poker chips.
Hmm. Detergents are usually surfactants or borax. I open the box to see a fine white crysilline powder. Borax it is.... Wait.

I grab one of the poker chips, and crush it into a powder between my two palms, and pour the powder into the turpentine, swilling it in the bottle until the powder was dissolved. I did this twice more, and then added what was probably far too much borax. I quickly screwed on the cap as fast as I could to contain the chlorine the mixture was creating. Now I just need some alcohol.

As I walked back to the bar, I idly scooped up the chips. Maybe the holo person would accept these in lieu of cash?
 
Hmm. Detergents are usually surfactants or borax. I open the box to see a fine white crysilline powder. Borax it is.... Wait.

I grab one of the poker chips, and crush it into a powder between my two palms, and pour the powder into the turpentine, swilling it in the bottle until the powder was dissolved. I did this twice more, and then added what was probably far too much borax. I quickly screwed on the cap as fast as I could to contain the chlorine the mixture was creating. Now I just need some alcohol.

As I walked back to the bar, I idly scooped up the chips. Maybe the holo person would accept these in lieu of cash?
It doesn't immediately do anything, but it hands you a holotape labeled 'whiskey'.
 
It doesn't immediately do anything, but it hands you a holotape labeled 'whiskey'.
I look to see if there is any think that looks like it can hold this tape. Probably works like a drinks machine, except specialised, to avoid... something. Look, I've never been in a casino before. And it was honestly boring without something to fight.
 
I took position and scanned the perimeter.

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The buildings are to densely packed to get a good view of anything.
I look to see if there is any think that looks like it can hold this tape. Probably works like a drinks machine, except specialised, to avoid... something. Look, I've never been in a casino before. And it was honestly boring without something to fight.
There is a vending machine with the lights still on, and it seems to be working.
 
Already sensitive to the possibility of traps, what I could think about upon hearing that was 'Bomb!'

So I quickly went back the way we came, dulled my hearing and took cover. And it seems that Hobo had the same thought too...
The beeping slows down and stops.
"So, you take the higher, I take the lower?"
Even as I speak, the liquid muscle of one of my tentacle thins, so that it can worm its way into the slot.
It triggers something, and the machine begins trying to scan it and nothing happens.
"Tch, no good"
I jumped down from the building I was standing on.
You land in an narrow street.
 
"...Well, I'm not goin' firsht."
The beeping slowed and stopped when we went away. Was it a false alarm, or was it a proximity mine or something?

"Agreed. I'll see if my drone will trip it."

So I sent my Combat Drone to where the beeping originated.

Traps. Traps everywhere. This kind of set-up can make anyone paranoid...
 
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