You can see from inside the casino a beautiful, ornate restaurant. It seems like something from a Vegas magazine ad, complete with chandeliers and plush seats. There is a very warm, comfortable smell of food from within the restaurant, from the small open door it has open.
A restaurant attendant stands outside. She stares at you in disdain. "No participants. Reservation fees are twenty-five Casino Coins for entry."
Assuming you have enough coins to enter and you are no longer a participant, you get a full view of the grand interior. There is a fountain, fully operational, and a grand piano in the center, currently being occupied by a rather talented pianist. The smell, look, and feel of the place screams up-scale restaurant, with beautiful glass paneling and royal oak tables. The food itself is ornate and delicate, a far joke from the canned food you have been having.
Then, of course, there is the menu:
The Menu
The menu is a three course special served by the chefs of the evening. All ingredients, especially the meat, are treated and aged with quality care. Let our chefs inspire and awe you with tastes and textures you have never experienced before! Dinner is paired with a wine of your choice
-- 100 Casino Coins per person
Can you really afford to order this?
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If ordering on the menu with ENOUGH Casino Coins (125!) RP below. Otherwise, please do not post here! If you do post and have enough points, you will be treated to the best RP dinner of your RPed life
Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 11:38 pm
Noah could not believe she was free and now able to roam a little more freely. It didn't take her long to locate the restaurant, it smelled wonderful, and her tummy was trying to eat her alive. Sort of. Upon venturing closer to the restaurant doors Noah was greeted by the attendant. Worst one she had ever met but hey, she was free and the help couldn't bring her down. Were the evil thoughts running in her brain helping curb her anger? Yes.
"Guess its a good thing I'm not a participant anymore." She grinned. If smiles could kill, hers would have been like a bomb going off. "So are you going to let me in or what?" Noah asked, folding her arms in front of her chest. Guess it was up to the attendant now.
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Casino Coins 135 - 125 (entry) = 10
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 11:46 pm
The restaurant attendant pursed their lips, but said nothing else, though she did mutter under her breath, something about lucky winners and grubby fingers.
Noah was lead to a beautiful balcony seat overlooking a veranda of infected milling around in the distance. It was a surreal sight, being surrounded by the luxuries of what life had offered, and the stark reminder of what life currently remained outside.
"A waiter will be with you shortly." The comment was curt, Noah was offered a basket of bread and just one cup of ice water.
About five minutes into service, a waiter appeared, a nondescript man of average build. In his hand was what looked like another menu. "Yes, we will be serving our main course, may I recommend you pick the one you like from this list? We can recommend you a selection if you would like too."
Inside the menu was a list of people's photos, all taken face forwards under a harsh white lighting.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 12:00 am
Noah didn't hear what the woman mumbled and frankly didn't care. She was going to get real, good, food! It took a lot of effort to keep herself from drooling. When she was led to her seat on the veranda, Noah grinned and sat down. Then she had to look up and out at the skyline. The infected were milling around out there and she was just sitting there like nothing was going on. That the world hadn't fallen apart. Noah sighed and turned her seat so that it faced the building a little more. She could pretend they weren't there for a little while. Yeah! "This is going to be delicious!" Noah said as the basket of bread and cup of ice water was set down on the table.
Immediately Noah reached for the water and began gulping it down. While the bread would certainly be devoured, the water was going to be flushed down first. She was so thirsty. Noah could deal with hunger pains but a dry mouth? Not fun at all. Once her water was mostly gone, Noah began picking up some of the bread and stuffing it into her mouth. Was she ever lady-like? No. Was she worse with food etiquette at the moment then previously? Heck yes.
Noah grinned and nodded. "Thank you." She said, this time genuine. When she flipped the menu open her grin stayed but an eyebrow rose in confusion. Was she picking a chef? Maybe each one prepared a different meal. That was kind of cool. The photos weren't very attractive but the world had fallen apart, so what were they supposed to do? "Umm. How about this one?" Noah asked, pointing to a man who would have probably been very attractive when put into a different setting. Very bulky. Noah hoped she could meet him. "I'm not sure what he'll make." She admitted.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 12:13 am
The waiter smiled, it was a twitch, almost impatient. "Ah well, yes, I guess we could serve you tableside. It would be rude of us not to."
He turned, twisted, away almost immediately and headed back to the kitchen. About exactly five minutes later, he returned, with the same man from the picture. Said person was dressed in all white, attached to his arm was some sort of IV drip, with clear white substance flowing through. He didn't say a single word, and seemed almost comatose, clearly drugged as he stared straight at, and through, Noah, carried through the room by wheelchair.
"Please, feel free to take your time." The waiter looked just as impatient, however. "May I recommend the flank carpaccio to start, lightly seared, crowned with pan-fried scallop onions and oregano olive oil dressing? Your chef will be delighted to answer any other questions you may have as we get started."
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 12:23 am
Tableside? "That sounds wonderful." She agreed, before he left. When the waiter returned with the man from the picture, in a wheelchair, with an IV drip her eyebrow rose up and her face contorted. This was her chef? "He doesn't. . . " Noah paused mid-sentence. Could she say he didn't look all there? That would probably be really rude of her. The world had fallen apart and maybe this guy had some serious injury or something but could still cook good food. Who was she to judge?
Noah decided that she would just keep her mouth shut about the chef. "That sounds perfect actually." She agreed, a small smile reappearing. When he mentioned the chef answering her questions, Noah just looked at the man in white. Could he answer he questions? She didn't think so. Noah shook her head at the waiter. "I think I'm good. Surprise me?" She asked at the end. Noah hadn't eaten a good meal in a while, so she was just going with the chef on this one. God, she really hoped he wasn't as incapacitated as he looked. How could he make a good meal if he was? "They wouldn't let me see him if he wasn't good." Noah mumbled to herself quietly.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 12:42 am
The waiter nodded, curtly again, and disappeared back into the kitchen to return with another man, who looked much more aptly dressed as a chef, complete with white apron and set. Their apron itself had a small army of pockets, each one decorated with a different kitchen utensil, from egg beaters, to spaded spatulas, to of course, the usual array of kitchen and butcher knives. At the very bottom of his apron, as a nice fishing touch, was a pair of scissors hanging from the ribbon fray.
The strange aproned man leaned over to the person sitting in the wheelchair and then made the strangest, almost comical gesture, flicking his index finger several times against the comatose man's cheek. It made amusing wet noises, a strange, firm, smacking sound.
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And then the man with the apron and the tools, took out a jagged blade first, commonly known as a steak knife, and began to slice deeply into the man's cheek. It was a very methodical process, with very little blood involved, other than dark red, oozing from the surgical cut, pooling around the steak knife. The man continued to cut several, very precise incisions into the cheek, each stroke hit the skull with a satisfying crunch, and then took out a larger blade to slice deeply into the groove under the cheekbone and above the lips, where the triangle of flesh was pried off with wet squelch, the skin still dangling, snipped apart twice with the scissors.
Just as methodically, the severed part of the victim's place was plated on one of the five dishes on the table, garnished as promised. The man in the wheelchair was still comatose, he hadn't even uttered a single word, his entire left cheek removed, revealing sinew and hollow white bone, dark red blood pooling everywhere.
The chef sharpened his knives, and then began to work into the nose next, and there was the satisfying noise as the blade hit cartilage, cutting right through the bridge of the nose with a wet thud. There was a little bit of resistance against it, and he continued to saw downwards, sawing through the entire top of the nose bridge, deeper, deeper, and then slicking neatly downwards, as a pool of blood sprayed, but narrowly avoided Noah.
The entire nose was removed from the face like some strange masterpiece, placed on the plate as well, flesh and curvature of the nose itself still in tact. It began to seep a pinker blood.
"Your appetizer is served." The chef nodded again and then waited patiently next to Noah.
The man in the wheelchair was still breathing, though it was more ragged now. He still hadn't noticed the pain, despite having his entire left cheek and nose removed. Where there should have been nose, there was just a filmy white and pink mess, and it had begun to froth a more shallow red blood.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 2:52 am
888 glanced between the sign, his ridiculous fake money coins, and the overwhelming cacophany of the casino. Too many bright lights, and noises, people screaming and crying. It had been surreal at first, and now it was just jarring and irritating. Jeff and Guy were nowhere to be found, everything was chaos, and every five feet he walked he found another Mall rat curled into a ball with a dead-eyed stare, waiting for help that wasn't coming.
Nothing he said seemed to get through to them. They had to help themselves. He and the other Mall leaders wasn't always going to be in a position to help them, if this little detour didn't make that clear enough already. This was the best way to help them in the long run, he told himself, because it kept the guilt of ignoring their spoken and silent cries for help at bay a little longer.
He needed a break. It was Jeff's turn.
"I said I want to sit somewhere quiet," he insisted again to the attendant, holding out the coins he'd been winning over the course of the day. 125 coins, it was enough to buy another person, ******** up as it sounded. But the casino had already put him in the position of making tough choices once, and he was done. No more choosing who lived and who died, it was time to be hands off and let them take control of their destiny. He just wanted to get through this day, and the next day, and a few more after that.
(148 - 125 = 23)
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TABLE FOR ONE
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 1:38 pm
The attendant flashed her guest a look of unadulterated annoyance. "We will try to accommodate as best as we can, sir." The last word was said rather firmly, and 888 was placed in as private a place as possible: a banquet room complete with fifty tables. "Please, take a seat. Your waiter will be with you shortly"
There were fifty empty seats in this banquet table.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 2:13 pm
888 had never been terribly tactful with people, and he wasn't about to start now, and especially not with an employee of the death collar casino. He was going to milk their ridiculous fake currency for everything it was worth. Which in this case, was the first peace and quiet he'd had in ages.
He circled the table once, then settled into an arbitrary seat. For once, he could actually hear himself think.
"I don't need -" 888 began, but the woman had stalked off with surprising speed by the time he realized what she had said. "Eh. Never mind."
Sure, bring him a menu. He'd just order 10 of whatever was most expensive, and throw it directly on the floor. Just imagining it was already cathartic.
For how observant he usually was, 888 had still not caught on to this particular casino's theme.
(23 coins)
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 2:29 pm
The waiter came in shortly, their hair braided in a bun with casual office type glasses. "I will be your waitress for the night, may we start with your order?" She spoke clinically, looking at her clipboard with a sort of no-nonsense attitude and stilted unfamiliar accent.
888 was passed a menu that contained only faces of people, young and old, of all shapes and varieties. They were all clinically clean, dressed in white, staring straight forwards, almost as if the photos were for incarceration.
There was a light click, the waitress pressing her pencil against the clipboard, waiting. "Please select one so we can continue on with dinner."
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 8:53 pm
In the time it took for the waitress to appear, the silence went from reassuring to slightly uncomfortable. It was a big room, and it was empty
"What's the most expensive thing on the..." 888 reached out to take the menu he was offered, and it took a few seconds before he looked it over and actually processed what he was looking at. He read it again. Why had he ever been expecting a real menu... Was this a joke? "The..."
If there was a part of his mind that had finally caught on, it was already burying itself in denial. This place was <******** up, but he didn't need to add a conspiracy theory on top of the idea it was simply organized crime out of control. Human trafficking, slave labor. Holding people for ransom or using them to keep the power on. There were a lot of people in this place but it still felt more like a distraction than a real danger, assuming someone had any grasp on card games and probability. The mall was likely ransacked, and that's what the little casino 'game' was all about. And so long as none of these people looked like his people, then it was not his problem or responsibility. He was getting all worked up and it was just going to end up being another unfortunate prisoner of the casino cooking a few scrounged-up potatoes .
He glanced at the woman from behind his mask, over the edge of the menu. "Surprise me."
(23 coins)
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Character's name: 888 Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: n/a BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERLooks like this but with a PVC pipe. Voice sounds like he's talking with a bad quality robot voice changer.
A man in an ill-fitting suit entered the banquet hall. He ignored the waiter as he took a seat across from 888, sitting down without waiting or asking for permission.
"Triples Ates," Guy greeted as he held his fist out for a fistbump. "Been lookin' for you man. Good of you to get the collar off, though to be honest I expected you around the slot machines. That's where I was lookin' for you for the past couple of hours." He added with annoyance.
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Character's name: Guy Riley Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Here, #59 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A guy with several piercings and tattoos, except his tattoos are covered up with a He-Man costume. Despite the apocalypse, he's still sporting yellow contacts that make his eyes look like tiny bats.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 9:46 pm
"I don't do slots. There's no skill involved in pulling a lever and -" 888 looked up sharply. "Guy? How did you get here?"
"And..." He had taken note of the costume over the costume. "Why are you wearing a suit?"
(23 coins)
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 9:48 pm
The waitress turned to address Guy first with a curt nod. "The usual?"
Upon 888's request, she nodded a second time and signaled to the second waiter in the room. "Get preparations ready, our guests are very VIP."
She began to pour them drinks, 888 got a glass of water while Guy got a glass of 1995 Bordeaux Cabernet Sauvignon. There was a communal basket of breadsticks for both of them to attempt to reach from from the varying ends of this table.
A moment later, a third guest joined them, dressed oddly all in white, an IV drip tied to one of their wrists. They seemed entirely comatose, but it was pretty obvious who the third guest was, in the form of their current mall faction bartender. He didn't respond, despite staring straight somewhere between the direction of Guy and 888's seats.
"Your chef will be with you shortly," this was addressed at 888 as Guy's food was still being decided on, "I was told you wanted it served as a special occasion. May I inquire on what occasion this is served, to better your experience?"
