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OOC ((There will be a new forum set up for the casino in the guild, complete with maps for the layout of the casino. Everyone is welcome to simply pick a room and make it theirs temporary or permanent and do as they like so long as it does not interrupt the plans of the allied princes or heads may roll. (Map will not change so other than those with specific names upon them, I will not be updating it except for NPCs)

Some jobs do have requirements on them, but it's an easy one to fulfill. It only requires an IC PM or even a short rp with the appropriate person. This is just so we know what's going on so that ours can react to it if needed. If there are problems, Theros could be of great help. Or not. XD We will also give out jobs from time to time, stating a situation, what resolution that Asmo or Seere want, how, and whom to report to after it is finished.

Remember... there is a darker side to the casino. It may be all lights, elegance and glamour on the surface but even a cook might find his way deeper by creating concoctions that manipulate, change, or poison someone that will never be missed.

Please look over the thread here and jump in as you feel like. It's all meant for fun. If you have a specific idea in mind and need to clear it with us because it affects the casino in some way, PM either Eftemie or Cinderfae. We are always open to creating/torturing/orotherwisemangling npcs. This is not exclusively for owners. Lurkers are welcome so if you have a friend who is interested, go for it. XD We are open to all. The more the merrier.

NPCs in red are usable by everyone in the casino. Those in blue have players. Not all open have descriptions yet. They will have so ask or look please.))

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Theros had paid for the advertisements in every newspaper as well as radio and television for nearly two months before the actual day of interviews came about. The billboards around the casino advertised the date and who to call for an appointment. At first they had thought one day would be enough. But then they knew they would never get all the people screened in one day, so it was changed to four days total. The first day would be doing nothing but taking phonecalls from applicants. The next three days would be checking them out when they came in.

It was his job as head of security to decide who and how these people were hired. And if they could be trusted. He knew in a glance whether they could be or not. The first part of the hiring was done by groups. He would look them over and sort out those to go on to the second stage of the interview. This was a quality establishment at least on the surface, and that was what he planned to ensure their employees looked and acted like. At least the human ones. There would be those demons and half demons that would arrive also. Those would be dealt with differently. They would talk to Asmodeus and or Seere.

The second portion of the screening was a general knowledge test. For security guards it was a written test on fireams, rules, and what the job entailed. For others it might be cooking or something else. If they passed this section, they were asked to return the next day for an interview. Mischa and Cela watched the entire process discussing those they liked with Theros.

Those who came to him now were those who had passed the first two areas. These were the main interviews. Those hired for general work would end up speaking to Cela. Those hired for security would speak to Theros directly. After hired, all would speak to Paul or Robert to get their information and a tour of the casino, at least those places they were allowing most to go. Those hired for any position of prominance spoke to not only Cela and Theros, but also Mischa. All three at the same time. And each interview would be privately held in Mischa's office.

The two secretaries and receptionist that had been hired for the offices were highly recommended by Stephan Baxter. He knew they could step in and take charge easily and with few problems once they understood the structure of the place.

He poured himself a cup of coffee while waiting on the first interview to show up. It was going to be a long week. They had two weeks before they planned to open and they would need everyone. He glanced over to where Cela and Mischa were going over the lists from the previous day. It would soon start and they would all be busy.

Glancing back over the listing, he reread what they needed and wanted.

Theros raised an eyebrow as she kissed him and continued to play. She was nice to watch. That much he would admit, and although most likely a great deal of fun, she was not what he was looking for. At least not at this moment. He grinned suddenly, laughing. "If I didn't know better, Leto, I'd think that was a pass you just made at me. Any other day, I'd most likely be interested, but not today."

"And not since you are on the payroll. I already promised Mischa I'd not touch, but I never said anything about not looking." He laughed, gently extricating himself from her as he glanced over the applications in the stack. Some he flagged and others he put to one side.

"Pour yourself a cup of coffee and have a seat. By the way two of my guys finally showed up. Paul Clark and Robert Godfrey. You should know them by sight. Can't miss Robert. He's got bruiser written all over him and flaming red hair. Paul won't be far. They are keeping track of applicants coming up here."

The twins strolled into the Casino grounds, hands interlocked and swaying slightly with each step, without much care for what could and could not come to pass. They'd been bored and wanted to pass their spare time off as of late, which seemed more frequent thanks to holidays and sudden cancellations of lessons, so a call for workers of any trade had greatly appealed to them. Mostly so because they enjoyed doing things that would garner them praise, and what better way to earn praise then by making things people wore while at a casino?

"Shuu's idea to come here was a good one. We'll certainly have a chance to do something fun this way."

One twin squeezed the hand of the other, their interlaced fingers pulsing with the movement, and it garnered wide smiles. Their hands led up to matching sleeves that were attached to a matching dress and suit set, Victorian era a tribute to their mind and style.

"I agree, but Shuu's talent is what will get us far. No one can work the way Shuu does, not working together with me."

The pair giggled as they walked along, heading towards an office they had perhaps been to once before. They were surprised to see it somewhat open and a woman inside, straddling a man for a moment, before that same woman moved off to lean and look at some papers.

"Oh, interesting."

They sounded not unlike a Greek chorus, if only made up of two voices.

She smiled, bright and cheerful and innocent, and said, "Of course you'll think of me first, dearest?" And she took the stack of papers, then looked up when the door creaked open a little more. Two children, she thought, and wasn't really disappointed- the ones she might have to eventually work with would come, and then she'd be interested. Statutory rape was so not her thing, for all she embraced other societal taboos. (Murder came to mind.) She smiled again, sweetness and light with a bite of dark enticement- just enough to be inappropriate. "Have fun, sweetlings," she caroled, looking at the pile.

She didn't have to look long, finding the man she sought right in the beginning of the stack. The very top, in fact. "Oh yes," she said, looking at it. "Oh, Richter. I didn't know you were so dissatisfied with normal accountancy."

Meanwhile, out in the lobby, said Richter was wandering through- completely uncertain as to where to go, though he didn't look it. In fact he looked impeccably put-together. Even a little frightening, if the snake demoness behind him was an indication of how bad he alone could ******** you up (read: not at all). Down side: he was lost. Remember?

Leto tilted her head over one application. "If this place is called the Tempest, perhaps I should change my name to Ariel," she murmured. She'd never made a secret of her false name, though she'd never revealed the true one either.

Theros watched them a moment as the twins moved away. Then he turned his attention back to the application she had. "Richter, huh? The man seemed very sharp. It's why I put him on the top. I thought he might be of significant use for more than the normal operations. There's more to him than meets the eye."

"I need to take this list down to Robert and Paul downstairs." He stated, getting out of his chair. "Unless you'd like to meet both men and take it for me. That way I can continue to go over these others. It's just a list of ones to direct to Mischa's office instead of here." He knew Asmo was there and the more in depth interviews would happen there.

Cela glanced upwards at the twins. She smiled nodding to them. "Come in and have a seat. I've been waiting for you both." Their application was on top. Their style and flare was interesting and she was sure they would enjoy helping with the shows. "Do you have any idea what the job of costumer is here? I only ask because I want to see what ideas you may have for it. Mischa and I have decided on a set of costumes available but the shows are not always set in stone on what they will be wearing. You may also have to help the dancers dress as well as make certain that the costume changes between acts are ready for them. It's not simply about picking out the proper thing to use as a costume. Someone who shows initiative could be given that opportunity as well as more responsibility, but the one thing we will demand is that it is always done with style and elegance. The costumes may be scanty but they will still be classy."

"It's this way..."

"Oh..." Well, she only had a 50/50 chance of getting it right anyways. Pivoting on a stiletto heel, Mandy Young followed her bear of a dog down another clean corridor to the secretarial offices... hopefully. For once, Mandy was very professionally put together. Nice fitted black suit jacket and long pants. She didn't want to be stuck as a Gaian Bank clerk the rest of her life. She wanted to have a serious job and to be taken seriously, and this, she hoped, was going to be that place. Though, well, the top that could be seen underneath her nice suit wasn't exactly professional. It was a off-yellow baby doll dress with an umpire waist and little to keep her chest from spilling out. But, come on! She wasn't going to leave this interview completely to chance! A little cleave did a lot of persuasion.

She moved swiftly like a woman who had somewhere important to be, wincing only once or twice when her ankle-breaking heels almost pulled her to the hard floor below. There was once a time when her poise and grace could carry her through any hairy situation. But, well, that was all stuck in a voodoo doll and she was left to drown with the commoners and their bad balance.

"Here? Are you sure?"

Grim stood silently beside her, nose pointed to the door in front.

That was the only answer the brunette was going to get apparently so she turned the handle and walked in with a sweet grin, looking this way and that for a receptionist to lead her onward.

Mandy's smile clicked back on like a switch as she headed for this Theros. Grim circled seamlessly around with each stride, finally ending up between the "man" and Mandy like a waist-high shield. The woman didn't mind Grigsby's pandering, very much used to it, and kept her eyes on Theros, extending a small hand. "Hello, very nice to meet you. I'm Mandy young. I called a few days ago about an interview for me and my... dog..." She pointed a manicured nail at the ground as if the giant demon could have somehow been overlooked.

"The positions wanted were a bit vague, I do apologize. I thought it best if you met me and..." She had to fight not to stick her chest out. "... decided for yourself where I am qualified..." Her brown eyes wrinkled with the last few words.

The shine from Mandy's eyes faded at the mention of Madam. Okay, sure, she put it down as a possibility, but ugh! Back where she started. Apparently once you're a slut... it kind of sticks to you. But, it was better than being a servant of commerce. Plus, she could always move up if she could make herself useful. Always think on the bright side of things, she reminded.

Grim sat back on his haunches beside his master, his head reaching just below Mandy's shoulders. His impassive red eyes looked from Theros to Mandy herself, lifting his head to see her face. He looked to her for approval. Though he couldn't deny, he relished a bit of power. Villainy was time-consuming and all, but it was growing monotonous. He wasn't the smartest creature, but leading a pack of animals couldn't be that difficult.

But Miss Young was still pondering this whole Madam thing. "So am I expected to... fill a quota as well...?" That was the best innuendo she could come up with on the spot. "And how long are the shifts? I mean, I'm used to being on a my feet all night..." Hmm, that didn't sound right. ".. Just curious..."