IC: Extassis, Les Etrangers Beaux Options

[Blitz]

:: Moira checks her newly formed white fur with the cheerful girl at the entrance before she glides into the club proper. Her smile is subtle yet softens her face considerably as she heads towards the bar to the right to collect a glass of deep red wine, choosing a high quality elven vintage. ::

:: Glass in hand, she moves with delicate grace to an available table to watch the performers on stage as well as take in the beauty and elegance that is Club Estassis. ::

[Buddha72]

Murrey

Sitting at the bar you can see a trio of billiards tables between the tables and the dance floor. A small crowd has gathered around, watching the games in progress.
As you take in the game, you notice a beautiful elven woman come in wearing a brilliant white fur coat. She appears comfortable in the club as she checks her coat.

Moira

As you take in the sights and sounds of the club, a young human in his late teens stands out. His dress is out of place here. You can see the subtle distance kept between him and the other patrons. The bartender, a handsome Orc, brings your wine with speed and purpose. "Enjoy and let me know if you need anything else."

Moira & Murrey

You both feel a subtle shift in the staff. The patrons seems unaware as the staff becomes a little more alert and focused. The Troll working the door moves smoothly to block the entrance. A few more security personnel work their way towards the coat check area.

[Grey]

Paladin parks his ride in the parking lot and gives Immortal a grin. "Oh come on man, lighten up. It ain't every day we get to crash a fancy-shmancy party like this one."

He opens the hatch and climbs out of the ATV, then reaches back in to retreave his staff. He waits for Immortal, then the pair moves towards the nightclub...

[Buddha72]

Moira

You quickly shift your focus to the astral. Once again the the walls glow with strong wards. The whole area is tinged with strong emotions, making the astral hazy. You see no spirits or watchers hanging about.

[Nikoli]

Easily bored with pool, Murrey moves around the club, looking over the artwork and taking note of the attitude being presented by the crowd. He stands at the wall, sipping his coffee and watching the people move, picking out the trendsetters, the followers and the just plain sycophantic.

[Blitz]

:: With the shift in purpose of the staff, Moira also shifts and brings up her own spell defense, keeping a watchful eye on the entrance. After noticing Murray, she's relatively confident that he is here for the meet the same as she, and the heightened alert hints that yet another member is arriving. ::

:: Rising, she takes her wine with her as she approaches the young man and softly addresses him. ::

"Good eve."

:: She positions herself so that she can address him, yet keep the entrance just over his shoulder allowing her to look like her full attention is on Murray, while she keeps a sharp eye on the front door. ::

[Nikoli]

Surprised to find the elven woman deigning to speak with him, underdressed as he is, remains casual yet watchful of the staff.
"So far it is. I hope this evening winds you fell."

[Blitz]

:: Moira raises a delicate eyebrow. ::

"Winds my fell?"

[Nikoli]

Blushing horribly.
'Please excuse me miss, I suffer from a peach inspediment. It comes and goes."

[Blitz]

:: Moira smiles softly and touches his arm in sympathy. ::

"I'm sorry. It must be difficult for you."

[Nikoli]

"It's no eel brother, most people hear the proper words anyway. It takes a truly sharp wit to spot them."

Murrey takes a sip of his coffee, scanning the room again.

[Blitz]

:: Moira's eyes continue to gaze at him, with that soft subtle smile. ::

"I don't mean to be bold, but you don't exactly look the part of a regular here."

[Nikoli]

'Not really, I'm supposed to meet someone here. My scene usually involves waiting outside with the car talking to the other poor gents in the larking pot. Though you seem at home here; you're a touch braver than this lot, which would mark you as something of a non-regular yourself."

[Blitz]

:: She laughs quietly. ::

"Perceptive, aren't we. I have had the occasion to visit this place before, but it almost inevitably involves business. I suspect that you and I are meeting the same individual. That is the cause for my boldness, I figured that we might as well aquaint ourselves earlier rather than later."

[Fenris]

Bakatare simply arches a brow at the imposing looking figure, producing the card Onna left with the appointment time and date from a hidden pocket in the suit.

[Nikoli]

Muttering under almost inaudibly, "It is strange that modesty is the rule for women when what they most value in men is boldness."
At a more appropriate level, "My maim is Nurrey. You would be?"

[Blitz]

:: Moira extends a hand, taking his as a lady rather than the firm business-like handshake that is so commonplace these days. ::

"My pleasure to make your acquaintenance, Murray. I am called Moira."

:: Moira's eyes raise to the door, directly and makes the briefest of eye contact with Bakatare, a flash of recognition bringing her smile up a notch. She nods in his direction before taking a sip from the fine wine and bringing her attention back to Murray. ::

[Buddha72]

Bakatare

The Troll takes a quick look at the card. His expression goes blank for a brief moment. His face reanimates with open warmth. "I apologize for the delay in greeting you. The fault is all mine in this matter. Please enjoy your stay at Extassis." He moves aside and motions you towards the coat check. An attractive young lady greets you. "Good evening Sir. I'd be happy to hold your staff here until you leave." Her voice is soft and sincere. As you look around the club you see the haze that powerful emotions leave in the area, the club must have regular business. You catch Moira's glance from across the room. She appears to be chatting with a young man, not quite her normal type. The young woman wraps a small plastic band around your wrist.

Moira & Murrey

You can feel the tension flow from the security staff. You can see a Japanese man in his early 20s moving towards the coat check. He removes a collapsible staff from the small of his back and hand it to the woman working coat check.

[Buddha72]

Paladin & Immortal

The outside looks barren and unwelcoming. You can both see the only visible entrance is a unremarkable door on the left side of the structure. It stands in a small oval of light. As you walk up you can see a grimed encrusted call button. You press it and the door releases and swings inward. As you enter the hall you can hear music and feel the bass in your chest. At the other end of the hall you can see a Troll, probably security waiting for you.

"Welcome gentlemen." The Troll gives you both a respectful nod as he directs you towards the coat check. Right as you step in you can see two raised platforms light up. Long poles extend from floor to ceiling, being lit from the inside in lurid blues and greens. A long feminine form drops from the ceiling at both areas and begins to contort around the poles. Their bodies moving in time with the music. Their bodies are painted and begin to create abstract designs in the spaces between.

The woman behind the coat check smiles warmly at your approach. "Evening Sirs. May I hold your weapons for you until you leave for the evening?" She takes your weapons, if any. She gently places wristbands on each of your wrists. You each smell the delicate perfume that hovers around her. As both turn towards the rest of the club you catch sight of three other "professionals".

[Grey]

Paladin nods to the woman and hands over his pistol. "My staff comes with me. Its nothing that would be deadly anyway."

[Buddha72]

Paladin

She smiles warmly. "Certainly Sir, just so you know the management deals very harshly with any disruption to the environment here at the club. Enjoy the rest of your stay here."

[Nikoli]

"Moira, what a lovely name. Nat's European is it tot?"
Murrey nods to the newcomer and beckons him over.

[Digital Heroin]

One look at the inside of the place and he could tell he wasn't going to fit in. Not that it bother's Immortal. Everyone's in clubwear of some kind or another, and here he is a a pair of fatigue pants, a muscle shirt, jungle boots, and a leather jacket. He takes a drag off the cigarillo hanging loosely from one lip, and he looks the coat check woman over. He doesn't bother hiding the blatant assesment of her goods, and he flashes her a smile.

`You'll handle my weapons, will you.`

Which means he'll have to clean them again tonight; if only a cursory wipe-down. He shakes his head a bit. Gotta comply with the club's rules if he's gonna score that nuyen for making the meet.

`Right then.`

He pulls open the beat up leather jacket he's got on over his shirt, and pulls his Roomsweeper out. He removes the magazine from it, and cocks the action to free the already chambered round. With a practiced motion he catches the round with the hand holding the magazine just as it starts its arc to the club floor, and with one hand he replaces the round into the magazine. He pockets the magazine, and places the Roomsweeper on the counter. He then pulls up the back of the jacket, and removes his Savalette Guardian from the reverse holster in the small of his back. He repeats the clip removal, chamber clearing, and round replacement. Again he pockets the clip, and places the pistol down.

`That should do 'er.`

He takes another drag off the cigarillo, eyes the woman again, then turns to regard the club's interior. After a moment he claps a hand to Paladin's shoulder.

`How 'bout we see about gettin' a drink.`

[Blitz]

:: Moira, her attention once again on Murray, nods. ::

"Yes, in fact it is. Irish as a matter of fact."

[Nikoli]

"I thought it might be, mime stens from people just consistently thinking I looked like a Murray, but that sounds so, osadamari, so I made the subtle change to an E and it's stuck."
Murrey points towards the entrance, "Look there, I thought I was under dressed. This might not go unremembered after all."