09-01-2026, 12:04 AM
== GM Amila - Begin Act II ==
As the crew were getting comfortable with their respective roles, and mingling with one another both in and out of character the House lights suddenly grew dim. The second of the twin suns had already disappeared under the horizon, and only those closest to the window could see the faintest orange glow. It was the beginning of the blue hour, both outside and inside of the lounge, the effect of twilight deliberately overcoming Chez Consuela’s main floor. A portly man dressed in a purple tuxedo took to the stage.
He clapped his hands together once, and tugged first on his right sleeve with his left hand, then mirrored the gesture which triggered a brief display of colorful fireworks to explode from his cuffs.
“Come one, come all. I am Professor Magnifico P. Glitterby, Master of Ceremonies, Illusionist Extraordinaire,” he announced enthusiastically, pressing his hands together as if he were about to unveil a great surprise.
“There is still time,” he announced. “Last call and just two seats open if you’d like to try your luck in the Quantum Hand Tournament. Buy in is 1,000 Bars of Latinum, but the prize is so much more. See Chelina upstairs to secure your spot before the last one disappears.”
Glitterby did a spin and disappeared only to reappear on a new, higher stage in the middle of the bar.
“Spectators may purchase tickets at the door. Yours truly will be performing at intermission.”
Behind him and light to his lift eight more croupiers began to file into the gaming area arriving from out from somewhere behind the bar. They marched in a two by two until they each got close to their assigned tables where they broke off and lit the tables up and began announcing play. (They are dressed like NPC Jack Riscoe.)
Glitterby tapped a toe and a straight purple cane accentuating his suit appeared in the air and he snatched it and began writing in the air.
“Live Music Downstairs”
The words spelled out in bright lavender smoke that was illuminated by a trick of the mind.
Glitterby wiggled his hips and grinned. “But if dancing and outrageous tunes are more your style, the concert on the disco floor is free, but the drinks are still on you, hun.”
He then hopped off of the platform and turned his cane up over his head and it transformed into an umbrella that for no reason justified by physics carried him to the door. As he called out his last announcements, his voice seemed be getting further away though he remained in the room. “Or you are welcome to stay here with Madame Conseula where the Hour may be Blue, but your spirits will not…”
He then shrank in size until he was no longer visible.
BOOM.
There was another eruption of blue fireworks over the dancefloor and the music picked up to a more jazzy, upbeat tune. The lighting remained.. Well Blue, in varying shades of it anyway.
The artificial crowd in the holodeck applauded briefly, though the gamblers quickly went back to gambling. Charlotte applauded too.
A male Aenar and a female Andorian approached Gath, Sebastian, Evie, and their companions. The two were wearing complimentary outfits, white button up shirts that were tailored to fit and had “Chez Consquela: House of Singularies” etched in silver over their right breast. They also each wore a black utility apron around their belt and were holding digital stampers. They were selling tickets and collecting money.
“50-50 Raffle Tonight, How many tickets can we get you?” They offered.
==Open Tags... Rummage around the place, some clues have been dropped, more to be found the more you look==
As the crew were getting comfortable with their respective roles, and mingling with one another both in and out of character the House lights suddenly grew dim. The second of the twin suns had already disappeared under the horizon, and only those closest to the window could see the faintest orange glow. It was the beginning of the blue hour, both outside and inside of the lounge, the effect of twilight deliberately overcoming Chez Consuela’s main floor. A portly man dressed in a purple tuxedo took to the stage.
He clapped his hands together once, and tugged first on his right sleeve with his left hand, then mirrored the gesture which triggered a brief display of colorful fireworks to explode from his cuffs.
“Come one, come all. I am Professor Magnifico P. Glitterby, Master of Ceremonies, Illusionist Extraordinaire,” he announced enthusiastically, pressing his hands together as if he were about to unveil a great surprise.
“There is still time,” he announced. “Last call and just two seats open if you’d like to try your luck in the Quantum Hand Tournament. Buy in is 1,000 Bars of Latinum, but the prize is so much more. See Chelina upstairs to secure your spot before the last one disappears.”
Glitterby did a spin and disappeared only to reappear on a new, higher stage in the middle of the bar.
“Spectators may purchase tickets at the door. Yours truly will be performing at intermission.”
Behind him and light to his lift eight more croupiers began to file into the gaming area arriving from out from somewhere behind the bar. They marched in a two by two until they each got close to their assigned tables where they broke off and lit the tables up and began announcing play. (They are dressed like NPC Jack Riscoe.)
Glitterby tapped a toe and a straight purple cane accentuating his suit appeared in the air and he snatched it and began writing in the air.
“Live Music Downstairs”
The words spelled out in bright lavender smoke that was illuminated by a trick of the mind.
Glitterby wiggled his hips and grinned. “But if dancing and outrageous tunes are more your style, the concert on the disco floor is free, but the drinks are still on you, hun.”
He then hopped off of the platform and turned his cane up over his head and it transformed into an umbrella that for no reason justified by physics carried him to the door. As he called out his last announcements, his voice seemed be getting further away though he remained in the room. “Or you are welcome to stay here with Madame Conseula where the Hour may be Blue, but your spirits will not…”
He then shrank in size until he was no longer visible.
BOOM.
There was another eruption of blue fireworks over the dancefloor and the music picked up to a more jazzy, upbeat tune. The lighting remained.. Well Blue, in varying shades of it anyway.
The artificial crowd in the holodeck applauded briefly, though the gamblers quickly went back to gambling. Charlotte applauded too.
A male Aenar and a female Andorian approached Gath, Sebastian, Evie, and their companions. The two were wearing complimentary outfits, white button up shirts that were tailored to fit and had “Chez Consquela: House of Singularies” etched in silver over their right breast. They also each wore a black utility apron around their belt and were holding digital stampers. They were selling tickets and collecting money.
“50-50 Raffle Tonight, How many tickets can we get you?” They offered.
==Open Tags... Rummage around the place, some clues have been dropped, more to be found the more you look==