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I. Revelry [Being dragged into another plane, another space, was something that Mel was becoming unfortunately familiar with. Where before, it was a broken cage she had to break invisible chains to escape, this place, this resort was not as simple. She could not force her way out. It had only seemed to amuse or bemuse those who saw her attempt.
Not that it mattered, she told herself.
She's been forced into another realm and another role she would be expected to play.
She doesn't intend to stay in this role, but she has to work within the rules of the game until she could break it.
Mel didn't care about winning, she cared about leaving. And knowledge was everything.
So she entered the Casino, as it was being promoted for its reopening after renovations...only to be conscripted into employment. Which, as with most things here -- as with most things in her life -- Mel did not have a choice in.
Her only luck so far was that she was a waitress. The clothing was less revealing and while serving foods had never been her duty, her role, she couldn't embarrass herself at it as easily. She hoped.
And it gave her a chance to mingle, to use her diplomacy to make connections. She studied the drinks and foods, learned the shorthand as quickly as she could, and would greet the patrons, smiling, and welcoming. Better to leave a strong impression for later, when her conscription was over. She wants people to remember her and Mel knows how to make herself memorable.
Not all of it is as easy as serving goods to patrons as they gamble their time away.
Even taking a moment in the bathroom comes with challenges when the very portraits deciding they must give their input and holding people hostage.]
II. Rolling High [Mel doesn't like gambling when she can't be sure she'll win, but the payouts are enough she considers it. She walks around the different groups, seeing who is mixed in, which one she might have the best chance in.
Perhaps she's thinking too analytically, but it's better than considering what the dice are for, what the rules of the games really are.
She wants the right mix, the right group, to give her a higher chance of success. She wants the chip payout. There is some irony, going from being someone who was wealthy even as the 'poorest' Medara to someone who must calculate how to best accumulate funds, quickly. To build herself up from nothing yet again, if in a different way, in world where she was unknown, and her name meant nothing to anyone.
It was strangely freeing. And terrifying.]
Might there be room for another player in this set?
III. Rolling Low [The Lounge allows her a chance of freedom, only she's done with her waitressing for the day, and Mel takes advantage to seek out the quieter, calmer atmosphere. Even if it means being set up on a date she didn't ask for.
She relaxes on a couch with a drink, casually stirring the stick around and she allows herself to release just a bit of the tension she feels. She'll never be entirely calm in this place, she knows, but at least here, is less draining. She slides her eyes over to her date but shifting her body, turning herself more to face them.]
I do apologize for not being more attentive company. I'm Mel.
IV. Wildcard [Let's set up something else! I'm cool with doing all of the prompts! With the Ravishing vein, as a wildcard Mel would need to go in as a pet and I'm cool having that handwaved as agreeing beforehand. If you have other ideas, I'm all ears. We can talk or you can just toss a starter at me if you want and we can go from there! Permissions post.
If you want to talk things out in depth you can hit me up on plurk at chocolateisbrainfood.]
[ It's not a bad decision really. He's a fairly unassuming looking man who is largely keeping to himself, so in a game that favors being bold in your actions it seems like a good bet.
The fact that he's managed to stick around this resort for what will soon be two years now without turning into a statue is probably an indication that he's not actually a particularly good mark after all, but it's not like a new arrival could know that.
He'll glance up at her, let out a quiet huff of laughter, and then lean back in his chair while gesturing at the dice on the table in front of him. ]
Be my guest.
[ This seems like more easy money for him as far as he's concerned. ]
[Mel cares less about marks than she does about consent. People who seem interested without being too invested. Someone who won't mind if the dice rolls soft and Mel can get her three acts without doing anything too demeaning.
She leans down to pick up the dice rolling them in her hand and looking over the words on each side. Can she influence them? Likely not. The House always wins after all. But just what is the House trying to win is the question...]
I haven't participated in the fun so far, but the game seems rather self-explanatory.
[And so she 'carelessly' tosses the dice back at the table, letting them spell her fate.
Thigh. Caress.]
Oh. A warm-up.
[Preferable, really. She doesn't sigh, doesn't show how relieved she actually is. Instead she takes the seat nearest him.]
An introduction, first, may be in order. My name is Mel. Mel Medarda.
[ There's a small snort of what is more or less laughter at the word "fun", but he really doesn't seem overly bothered by all of this. The long term guests do seem a little more interested in than indulgence of it all than the possible chips they could win, but for all that he's been here for a lot longer than he'd like to admit, Gen himself hasn't fallen into that particular mindset.
He's sure it's fun for some, but he as a feeling there was a touch of sarcasm meant when she said it just now. ]
Captain Narumi Gen.
[ Not that his rank means a damn thing here, but he refuses to let go of introducing himself this way. He'll wave one hand casually through the air, a non-verbal sign that she's more than welcome to do what she needs to here. ]
They usually get weirder rather than more risqué from here.
[ Date likes the lounge, likes the spontaneous dates, because he's meeting a lot of new people that he wouldn't have met otherwise. A lot of wildcards, in fact, and he likes that too. So, he lets himself be led from one date to another and now, settles on a couch with his next date. A glass of bourbon in one hand, other arm over the back of the couch, he looks back at Mel with his mismatched eyes when she finally introduces herself and tips his glass in her direction. ]
Date. [ That's his name! ] It's okay. Let me guess, you just got here and this is the most you've been able to relax since arriving? Something like that?
[ He's heard similar from other wildcards, put together the pieces himself with his own observations, so he wouldn't be surprised if that's Mel's experience as well. ]
Astute of you, Date. [She gives a small smile.] I know I'm not the only one in such a situation. The other fresh arrivals such as myself have been thoroughly conscripted.
[At least she was done for the day and could get out of the costume.]
Do they do this often, or is the staffing as unusually lacking as they claim?
[ What a shame, he's sure she looked great in that costume. But he's not enough of a pervert to say it out loud to her, when they've just met. He's polite! Still, he does grin a little at the idle praise, enjoying it. ]
Nah, they have plenty of people to drag into their games. This is just how they throw the new people to the wolves. Either you play along and make it through or you give up and get punished. But either way, the end result is always the same here. Sex, in some capacity. Which, I hope you've picked up on at this point.
[ Just trying to help the newbie into the whole prison sex hotel thing, gently, kind of. ]
A level of...hazing as they call it, then. Induction by humiliation. They have made the intentions of this place very clear, indeed.
[Mel continues to stir her drink, but her eyes slide over to the staff who are nearby, watching over all the "couples" so expectantly. She takes a sip before setting her glass down on the table.]
I have no intention of fighting to the point of futility, but I will be doing things under my own conditions rather by force.
[At least as much as she can.]
So, if they want us to play along with this game for the moment...it suits my own goals just as well. I get meet more people like you, and you can tell me more about this place as you've come to know it. And yourself, of course, if you don't mind.
[ What a woman, Date can't help but think. She's very poised and particular with her words, which Date can't help but admire. He likes it. He wonders why she's like that, what kind of power she must hold back home to radiate with such authority. It's kind of hot. Anyway. ]
I don't mind at all.
[ He continues, cheery and deferential, of course. ]
I've been here for four months. When I arrived, the lower levels of the hotel were turned into something like... an adventure dungeon? Like in a video game? Lots of menacing things hanging around. Let's see, since then we've had... an onsen event and then the game where everyone was paired up and married to each other. This is my fourth "activity" of sorts. Usually we get some kind of entertainment monthly. Like rats in a cage, this is our enrichment.
[ Still cheery, doesn't really sound perturbed by any of this. ]
[A changing landscape to keep their captives constantly on their toes, shifting the parameters of their cage the point that the only normality is constant expectation to perform, to engage. Clever. Cruel. She shouldn't have expected anything less.]
If we are rats, then what is the experiment they are using us for, I wonder? If there is no experiment...then what are we to them? Certainly sexual entertainment could found through less elaborate methods, if that is all they seek.
[ A random date with a stranger is a very small price to pay for some peace and quiet, and Vash doesn't even mind when he's sat down with a woman who seems less than interested in talking.
He even refuses a drink when offered, choosing instead to sink into the seat like a cat melting into a particularly plush blanket. He lets his head tip back to rest against the back of the soft booth cushion, his eyes shutting for a moment as he listens to to the quiet atmosphere.
Eventually, his ears settle on the subtle-to-most sounds of Mel stirring the stick against the glass of her drink. It's when that stops and he hears the shifting of cloth as she turns towards him that he sits up again, and offers a sheepish, light laugh. ]
Hey, no harm done, I wasn't going to interrupt. It's nice to meet you.
[ He holds out his flesh and bone hand (rather than the green glass-metal of his prosthetic. ]
It is a pleasure to meet you, as well. [She does not say 'despite the circumstances' as it would be rude, but also feels rather self-explanatory. She shakes his hand with a soft touch, not weak, but gentle and intentional. Respectful.]
I do believe someone else has plans to interrupt if we don't proceed with our 'date.'
[The staff are not being subtle with their motions just off to the side of them. So Mel sets down her drink and plucks one of the cards off the table. Why not use them if they are there? The question is a surprise, and she brings up a hang to cover her mouth in reflex as she holds in a laugh. She reads the card.]
Is there anything that most people find cute that 'creeps' you out?
[ But again, how bad can it be? He falls quiet when Mel starts reading the card, his head tilting to the side ever so slightly as he processes it. His expression might be a little hard to read, but he's quick to place a smile on his lips when she's done reading. ]
So my turn to answer huh? That's a tough one...
[ He reaches up to brush at the back of his undercut, eyes drifting back towards the staff before looking back to Mel. ]
It's hard to think of something that's cute AND creepy. I'm not big on scary stories but that doesn't exactly fit the bill... What about you? Anything people find cute that you think's creepy?
Ah...hm. [Mel has to think about her own answer, because she doesn't typically consider things she finds to be disturbing. It would be expected to face such a thing rather than avoid it.]
Perhaps...porcelain dolls. They are these delicate toys given to children, usually young girls, in Piltover. Glass eyes that can look into your soul in a way few living beings can. Still, I am not sure I would consider them 'creepy,' but at times the level of detail to make them look identical to humans is...unsettling in its intricacy and skill.
[She had never own dolls in Noxus and been far too old to even consider them when she'd been exiled to Piltover.]
Haha, I can't say I don't see your point. Now that you mention it, puppets are kind of creepy when I think hard about it. I'm not a big fan. Maybe it's something similar to what you're talking about that makes them feel weird.
Most kids I've met have the kind that their parents sew themselves. Those are pretty cute.
[ He smiles a bit fondly at the thought, before he leans over and picks up one of the slips with a question on it, mechanical prosthetic fingers gripping the paper just as easily as his flesh and bone hand would. ]
"What's your favorite thing to do when you're all alone?" If you're ready to try another question, anyway.
I have seen dolls like that. Much more personable in my opinion. [Handmade with love from the items within the home, a treasury of memory. Not something most had in Noxus, but not unheard of. Cute and precious.
She notes his prosthetic arm, but it's not something that is uncommon to her. He is far from the first person, and she doubts he'll be the last, to have a prosthesis. It's so mundane to her, considering how common they were among Piltover's elite, that she doesn't bother to comment on it.
The question is an interesting one. Just bordering on intimate, or perhaps would be so if she felt ashamed of her interests. If she kept them as close to her chest as she once did, as a child.]
One would think you would such a question for after your date has warmed to you. [She settles back again in her seat, at ease and giving him her full attention.] But it's a rather simple answer. Painting. I'd call myself quite adept for a hobbyist. And you?
[ She has a point, and he's breathing in a breath to apologize, hands already splaying out in front of himself -- but then she's answering the question anyway. His mouth shuts with a small clack, his eyes widening a little. ]
Painting huh... Sounds like it'd be a good way to relax.
[ He laughs, an awkward chuckle as he lifts a hand to rub at the back of his neck. It's a nervous habit, a terribly obvious tell when he's a little uncomfortable but he rolls his shoulders in a shrug. ]
Stargazing, when I get the chance. Where I'm from it's pretty oppressively hot during the day, but I've always enjoyed space, and the stars feel like home when the air is cooler.
[ There's a pause and then -- ]
I used to play the piano, but it's been a long time.
[He's awkward and unsure. She forgets sometimes that her sarcasm is not always apparent, when engaging with the same circles for so many years, and he does seem to have taken her seriously. Thankfully, he still played along and she didn't unsettle him into silence.]
Painting can be quite relaxing indeed, but I could say the same of stargazing.
[She smiles, trying to give him some assurance they are still taking these easy.]
Now, I believe it is my turn...
[She plucks another question up, turning it over. Oh. This one is a lot less amusing than the last two. What do you wish you had learned five years before you did?
To the point she sets it down and decides to get another one. The next question is also... Well. Perhaps it isn't as bad? She sighs.]
May as well go on. "If it was possible to transplant your brain to stay alive for another 100 years, would you?"
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Mel Medarda ☼ Arcane ☼ Wildcard (new player)
[Being dragged into another plane, another space, was something that Mel was becoming unfortunately familiar with. Where before, it was a broken cage she had to break invisible chains to escape, this place, this resort was not as simple. She could not force her way out. It had only seemed to amuse or bemuse those who saw her attempt.
Not that it mattered, she told herself.
She's been forced into another realm and another role she would be expected to play.
She doesn't intend to stay in this role, but she has to work within the rules of the game until she could break it.
Mel didn't care about winning, she cared about leaving. And knowledge was everything.
So she entered the Casino, as it was being promoted for its reopening after renovations...only to be conscripted into employment. Which, as with most things here -- as with most things in her life -- Mel did not have a choice in.
Her only luck so far was that she was a waitress. The clothing was less revealing and while serving foods had never been her duty, her role, she couldn't embarrass herself at it as easily. She hoped.
And it gave her a chance to mingle, to use her diplomacy to make connections. She studied the drinks and foods, learned the shorthand as quickly as she could, and would greet the patrons, smiling, and welcoming. Better to leave a strong impression for later, when her conscription was over. She wants people to remember her and Mel knows how to make herself memorable.
Not all of it is as easy as serving goods to patrons as they gamble their time away.
Even taking a moment in the bathroom comes with challenges when the very portraits deciding they must give their input and holding people hostage.]
II. Rolling High
[Mel doesn't like gambling when she can't be sure she'll win, but the payouts are enough she considers it. She walks around the different groups, seeing who is mixed in, which one she might have the best chance in.
Perhaps she's thinking too analytically, but it's better than considering what the dice are for, what the rules of the games really are.
She wants the right mix, the right group, to give her a higher chance of success. She wants the chip payout. There is some irony, going from being someone who was wealthy even as the 'poorest' Medara to someone who must calculate how to best accumulate funds, quickly. To build herself up from nothing yet again, if in a different way, in world where she was unknown, and her name meant nothing to anyone.
It was strangely freeing. And terrifying.]
Might there be room for another player in this set?
III. Rolling Low
[The Lounge allows her a chance of freedom, only she's done with her waitressing for the day, and Mel takes advantage to seek out the quieter, calmer atmosphere. Even if it means being set up on a date she didn't ask for.
She relaxes on a couch with a drink, casually stirring the stick around and she allows herself to release just a bit of the tension she feels. She'll never be entirely calm in this place, she knows, but at least here, is less draining. She slides her eyes over to her date but shifting her body, turning herself more to face them.]
I do apologize for not being more attentive company. I'm Mel.
IV. Wildcard
[Let's set up something else! I'm cool with doing all of the prompts! With the Ravishing vein, as a wildcard Mel would need to go in as a pet and I'm cool having that handwaved as agreeing beforehand. If you have other ideas, I'm all ears. We can talk or you can just toss a starter at me if you want and we can go from there! Permissions post.
If you want to talk things out in depth you can hit me up on plurk at
II
The fact that he's managed to stick around this resort for what will soon be two years now without turning into a statue is probably an indication that he's not actually a particularly good mark after all, but it's not like a new arrival could know that.
He'll glance up at her, let out a quiet huff of laughter, and then lean back in his chair while gesturing at the dice on the table in front of him. ]
Be my guest.
[ This seems like more easy money for him as far as he's concerned. ]
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[Mel cares less about marks than she does about consent. People who seem interested without being too invested. Someone who won't mind if the dice rolls soft and Mel can get her three acts without doing anything too demeaning.
She leans down to pick up the dice rolling them in her hand and looking over the words on each side. Can she influence them? Likely not. The House always wins after all. But just what is the House trying to win is the question...]
I haven't participated in the fun so far, but the game seems rather self-explanatory.
[And so she 'carelessly' tosses the dice back at the table, letting them spell her fate.
Thigh. Caress.]
Oh. A warm-up.
[Preferable, really. She doesn't sigh, doesn't show how relieved she actually is. Instead she takes the seat nearest him.]
An introduction, first, may be in order. My name is Mel. Mel Medarda.
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He's sure it's fun for some, but he as a feeling there was a touch of sarcasm meant when she said it just now. ]
Captain Narumi Gen.
[ Not that his rank means a damn thing here, but he refuses to let go of introducing himself this way. He'll wave one hand casually through the air, a non-verbal sign that she's more than welcome to do what she needs to here. ]
They usually get weirder rather than more risqué from here.
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Date. [ That's his name! ] It's okay. Let me guess, you just got here and this is the most you've been able to relax since arriving? Something like that?
[ He's heard similar from other wildcards, put together the pieces himself with his own observations, so he wouldn't be surprised if that's Mel's experience as well. ]
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[At least she was done for the day and could get out of the costume.]
Do they do this often, or is the staffing as unusually lacking as they claim?
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Nah, they have plenty of people to drag into their games. This is just how they throw the new people to the wolves. Either you play along and make it through or you give up and get punished. But either way, the end result is always the same here. Sex, in some capacity. Which, I hope you've picked up on at this point.
[ Just trying to help the newbie into the whole prison sex hotel thing, gently, kind of. ]
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[Mel continues to stir her drink, but her eyes slide over to the staff who are nearby, watching over all the "couples" so expectantly. She takes a sip before setting her glass down on the table.]
I have no intention of fighting to the point of futility, but I will be doing things under my own conditions rather by force.
[At least as much as she can.]
So, if they want us to play along with this game for the moment...it suits my own goals just as well. I get meet more people like you, and you can tell me more about this place as you've come to know it. And yourself, of course, if you don't mind.
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I don't mind at all.
[ He continues, cheery and deferential, of course. ]
I've been here for four months. When I arrived, the lower levels of the hotel were turned into something like... an adventure dungeon? Like in a video game? Lots of menacing things hanging around. Let's see, since then we've had... an onsen event and then the game where everyone was paired up and married to each other. This is my fourth "activity" of sorts. Usually we get some kind of entertainment monthly. Like rats in a cage, this is our enrichment.
[ Still cheery, doesn't really sound perturbed by any of this. ]
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If we are rats, then what is the experiment they are using us for, I wonder? If there is no experiment...then what are we to them? Certainly sexual entertainment could found through less elaborate methods, if that is all they seek.
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He even refuses a drink when offered, choosing instead to sink into the seat like a cat melting into a particularly plush blanket. He lets his head tip back to rest against the back of the soft booth cushion, his eyes shutting for a moment as he listens to to the quiet atmosphere.
Eventually, his ears settle on the subtle-to-most sounds of Mel stirring the stick against the glass of her drink. It's when that stops and he hears the shifting of cloth as she turns towards him that he sits up again, and offers a sheepish, light laugh. ]
Hey, no harm done, I wasn't going to interrupt. It's nice to meet you.
[ He holds out his flesh and bone hand (rather than the green glass-metal of his prosthetic. ]
Vash.
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I do believe someone else has plans to interrupt if we don't proceed with our 'date.'
[The staff are not being subtle with their motions just off to the side of them. So Mel sets down her drink and plucks one of the cards off the table. Why not use them if they are there? The question is a surprise, and she brings up a hang to cover her mouth in reflex as she holds in a laugh. She reads the card.]
Is there anything that most people find cute that 'creeps' you out?
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[ But again, how bad can it be? He falls quiet when Mel starts reading the card, his head tilting to the side ever so slightly as he processes it. His expression might be a little hard to read, but he's quick to place a smile on his lips when she's done reading. ]
So my turn to answer huh? That's a tough one...
[ He reaches up to brush at the back of his undercut, eyes drifting back towards the staff before looking back to Mel. ]
It's hard to think of something that's cute AND creepy. I'm not big on scary stories but that doesn't exactly fit the bill... What about you? Anything people find cute that you think's creepy?
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Perhaps...porcelain dolls. They are these delicate toys given to children, usually young girls, in Piltover. Glass eyes that can look into your soul in a way few living beings can. Still, I am not sure I would consider them 'creepy,' but at times the level of detail to make them look identical to humans is...unsettling in its intricacy and skill.
[She had never own dolls in Noxus and been far too old to even consider them when she'd been exiled to Piltover.]
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Most kids I've met have the kind that their parents sew themselves. Those are pretty cute.
[ He smiles a bit fondly at the thought, before he leans over and picks up one of the slips with a question on it, mechanical prosthetic fingers gripping the paper just as easily as his flesh and bone hand would. ]
"What's your favorite thing to do when you're all alone?" If you're ready to try another question, anyway.
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She notes his prosthetic arm, but it's not something that is uncommon to her. He is far from the first person, and she doubts he'll be the last, to have a prosthesis. It's so mundane to her, considering how common they were among Piltover's elite, that she doesn't bother to comment on it.
The question is an interesting one. Just bordering on intimate, or perhaps would be so if she felt ashamed of her interests. If she kept them as close to her chest as she once did, as a child.]
One would think you would such a question for after your date has warmed to you. [She settles back again in her seat, at ease and giving him her full attention.] But it's a rather simple answer. Painting. I'd call myself quite adept for a hobbyist. And you?
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Painting huh... Sounds like it'd be a good way to relax.
[ He laughs, an awkward chuckle as he lifts a hand to rub at the back of his neck. It's a nervous habit, a terribly obvious tell when he's a little uncomfortable but he rolls his shoulders in a shrug. ]
Stargazing, when I get the chance. Where I'm from it's pretty oppressively hot during the day, but I've always enjoyed space, and the stars feel like home when the air is cooler.
[ There's a pause and then -- ]
I used to play the piano, but it's been a long time.
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Painting can be quite relaxing indeed, but I could say the same of stargazing.
[She smiles, trying to give him some assurance they are still taking these easy.]
Now, I believe it is my turn...
[She plucks another question up, turning it over. Oh. This one is a lot less amusing than the last two. What do you wish you had learned five years before you did?
To the point she sets it down and decides to get another one. The next question is also... Well. Perhaps it isn't as bad? She sighs.]
May as well go on. "If it was possible to transplant your brain to stay alive for another 100 years, would you?"