Dillon thought for a bit.  "Well ... if we've got some walkaround money, lets see what kind of shows are on for the night.  I mean, there's Cirq du Soliel -- that's like three different shows right there -- magicians, dancers, bands," he grinned and ran a hand over his head.  "There's even this new thing with three drummer guys wearing blue paint over at the Luxor.  Bound to be something cool."  If the others weren't interested, he might go find an open seat at one of these things himself.  "C'mon Zero, performance art.  You could probably show the guys with Cirq a thing or two."  He suddenly realized that it wouldn't be too long before someone hired a Nova for a blockbuster act on the Strip; Wayne Newton replaced by a Nova Vocalist that could shape sound into dancing images.  Weird thought.

Once they were checked into the hotel, Dillon heads after Solitaire to blow off some steam.  He smiles at the crowd, shows off his physique a bit, says hi to Shield.  "Hey, step back, guys, give the door some space," he tells the crowd, hoping to calm them down a bit.  Chaos like last week was not what he wanted.

First thing inside, he scans the crowd to try and make sure Sparkle isn't around.  If she is, Dillon slides upstairs as fast as possible, bluffing or nudging past anyone asking for his club membership with a promise to pay later.

For those going to the Archon, the interior is much the same once you fight your way in, past the rabid fans outside.

Has it really been a week since you were here?  The same faces are here, the Olympian with his cult, Sparkle with her admirers, and a half dozen or so others that you didn't interact with last time.  Apparently this is where they go in their off time, if they do in fact have actual jobs.

The dance floor and the club as a whole is a bit less disorienting this time around, since people are familiar with it.  The baselines are clingy, but you learned how to get away mostly intact, and combined with it being early in the evening (and thus before the crowd inside really gets going), it is fairly easy to navigate to the bar or upstairs.

Those trying to go upstairs are met by the owner, a short, middle aged Italian man reminiscent of Mario from the video game.
"Hey everyone, I'm Nick, and I own this place. I'm honored to have you frequenting my club, though I did want to warn you that there is unfortunately a fee to go upstairs.  The regular patrons like it that way, as it insures their privacy, and keeps everyone on good behavior since they all have a stake in the place.  Count Orzaiz will sponsor you, so you don't have to worry about recommendations.  He seemed rather impressed with you all actually... He left enough to cover you for single entry if you came in again.  The normal club membership is only 10k a year though, so I'm sure you'll have no trouble coming up with your membership dues next time you come in... Ooh, excuse me, I need to run and save our new guest from the mob, I'm sure you understand..."
Nick runs over to a young nova who couldn't be far out of his teens, who is currently being mobbed by the more rabid nova fans that couldn't get one of the regulars to notice them.

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For those interested in a movie, your rooms in the Bellagio have full cable and pay per view. The current selection of PPV films is http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2000_in_film .  The theaters are a bit dead at the moment, as it is right before the summer blockbusters start filtering in.

"Sheesh, not cheap. I need to get an agent and start licensing my name as a brand or something. Or invest in stocks. Or something." He continued to make his way upstairs after being allowed to go by Nick. "A show doesn't sound too bad. I've heard of the Cirq du Soliel, they're supposed to be kind of artsy, right?"

"Yeah... That might be nice.  Not sure on Cirque though, maybe comedy act or something, or maybe a magic act?  I wanna try and spot the tricks."

And I could do everything that Cirque performers do, and then some. Watching it would be boring... Though how sad is that for them?  An entire life of hard work as a performer, made trivial by the abilities I gained in an instant...

The office that the elevator doors opened onto was spacious.  No, that wasn't the word.  Huge.  Could have even been cavernous if it wasn't filled with stuff.  A wall was dedicated to monitors that appeared to each be linked to separate security cameras.  there was a baby grand piano over in one corner, a miniature tropical rainforest and a tiger skin rug on the floor in front of a massive mahogany desk.  "Ostentatious and tacky, rolled into one quaint bundle." Imp muttered.  Seated behind the desk was a large woman.  She was wearing a black suit, had alarming red hair, and seemed to have put her makeup on during a major earthquake.
"Well hello handsome," she purred in a voice that spoke volumes of chainsmoking and heavy drinking,  "Why don't you sit down and have a drink?"
Imp acquiesced and had a seat on a zebra skin chair that had somehow manged to make itself invisible during his initial survey.  Odd....
The security guard handed Imp a glass, he sniffed it.  Very expensive bourbon.  Probably Old Fitz.  He sipped it.  Very good stuff alright.  His hostess drained her glass in one pull, then lit a cigar and poured herself another.
"I have a business proposition for you, beautiful."  Something that pays far better than what you get at Pro U..."
Half an hour later Impetus walked out of the elevators and headed across the casino, out onto the strip and towards the Archon.  he moved through the crowd mechanically and passed shield with a nod.  this would require some thinking.

"That could be fun. Let's do that!" The Doctor looks jubilant again. It straightens up it's fedora and purple tie, than throws it's arms around anyone smiling in arm length, and starts leading them down the street toward the show.

"Hey, has anyone else thought about starting up our own Novox Band? It would be real fun."
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Dillon nodded.  "Hey, thanks Nick, I'll have that money next time listen I gotta get up there."  He made a mental note to find Raoul Orzaiz and thank him as he skipped upstairs and made himself a drink.  Whiskey, cheapest available.  While sipping it and enjoying the relative quiet, he peered through the transparent floor, wondering if Solitaire was going to touch bases with the Olympian again or if Sparkle had noticed his arrival.

"Any luck, she's forgotten I exist," he murmured idly to himself.  He scanned the room, looking to see who came to this lounge and maybe find that Raoul guy everyone keeps telling him about.

The crowd outside Archon parts respectfully for Solitaire, though a few of the braver ones got close enough that she had to politely brush them off. When she gets to the door, she pauses to talk to Shield a moment. "Another tough night eh? Think people would have better things to do than stand around and gawk." She pats him on the shoulder, "Gimme a call if you need a hand with this lot. Be right inside, for a while at least." With a smile, she goes inside.

Once inside, Solitaire spots Comstock heading upstairs, and follows, hoping to find the source of the elusive drink that would work on a nova.

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Shield seems frustrated at the way the club is growing in popularity and gives Solitaire a kicked puppy smile.  "I hopefully won't need any help with the crowd, but I could sure use some down time after they go away.  Maybe if you're free later I'll catch up with you?"

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The upstairs is slow this evening, as it is most evenings.  A few nova's you've never met before lounge on the sofas chatting about various things as they sip at drinks (all the ingredients are there for whatever you want to make at the bar, but it's do it yourself time unless you chat up someone that knows a bit more about the whole nova drink mixing thing... Unless you want to apply some medical/science knowledge to the effort).  The novas nod politely as people come in, though they don't run over to great you or anything.  They seem to leave introductions to all of you, and continue talking.

Sam's face lights up at the mention of a magic show. "Oh! A magic show sounds gr- GAH!" He gasps as Zero grabs him and just about drags him to the show.

While Sam was thinking about what kind of magic he would see, Zeus was growing even more frustrated. ~We don't have time for thisssss! You must focus on your meditation, how elsssssse can you expect to-

"What kind of show are we going to see? I've heard of some guys called... Sigfreid and Roy is it? Are they good?"

"Hey Sol, uh, do any of those guys look like a Raoul?" he whispered, unsure of exactly for whom he was looking.  He nodded in greeting to the other patrons, trying to guess at their relative importance.  He hadn't come to the club with the intent to hide in the elite-room, and was weighing his chances with this crowd against the chance of drawing the attention of 'that crazy-bitch'(tm).  Maybe they were all like Gravitas up-here and just undiluted-but-functional geniuses?

"Sure thing, when do you get off? Its not like I need to sleep anymore." Solitaire chuckles. "I'm after a quieter environment tonight anyway, but this is the best place to meet other exceptional people like ourselves. Don't happen to know where one could find good live music in the random hours of the morning do you? Its only my second weekend here."


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"I've seen him on TV. Media loves him." She replies, sliding in behind Comstock and gazing around the room, completely at ease, even if she didn't quite fit in with the more dignified crowd upstairs. She could care less what they thought of her, really, she knew what she was. If the Count is there, she'll point him out, if not, Solitaire will make her way over to the bar, and after careful examination of the assorted liquor, will mix herself a drink more or less at random.

An hour or so after the others arrive Imp ambles up the stairs.  He greets his other team mates, "Hey kids, what's up?" then proceeds to make himself a three mile island.  He grabs the appropriate bottles, crumbles the appropriate tablets, stirs to perfection.  Noticing Sol's interest he makes another one after sliding his first her way.  He also makes one for Comstock and anybody else who's present.  He takes a long speculative sip, and sighs contentedly. "Not as good as Raoul's, but not too bad.  So, what kind of mischief are we getting into tonight?  Drunken debauchery? Fisticuffs? Quantum physics?  I'm gonna unwind here then see how far up I can go without suffering ill effects.  I've been experimenting this week and I seemingly have stopped breathing, or can stop without discomfort.  More than slightly unnerving..."  He appears lost in thought, his genial nature seems more a venner of civility."

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Finally reaching the city limits, Harley decided to head for one of his old haunts from when he was underground. A few quantum-fueled leaps later he was on the rooftop of a small local dive. Once sure he wasn’t being observed, he dropped down into a back alley, dorm’ed down and walked around to head inside, grab the strongest drink they had and a pool table.

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"If we did a Novox Band, I think Gravitas would look killer in KISS style makeup and spiked shoulder pads." The Doctor jokes playfully.
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"Hmm, that may be an interesting little experiment. I didn't seem to have any problem breathing underwater during the fiasco on Monday. I'm not really sure how my altered physiology would react to extreme temperatures and pressures though." He looked thoughtful. "I may join you on that, though I can't really fly up very quickly."



"I.... shudder to think of it. I'm no Gene Simmons."

Speaking more broadly to the group, he offers his input, "I think I'm interested a bit more in a show or generally relaxing as well - its been a long week and doing nothing while being entertained sounds like what the doctor ordered."

"I know several places, but none of them will be open when I get off... Tell you what, if your free and around tomorrow night, I'll be happy to take you out to a nice little place around 6pm, I don't go on until 12 tomorrow... Aw hell, gotta go."
Shield turns to deal with several crowd members that felt it would be a good idea to try and shove their way in while the doorman was occupied.

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Tickets to shows are doable, though you will end up having to go to a Saturday showing, due to the late hour (unless you want to run immediately after showing up at the Archon).

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Raoul isn't in tonight, though there are several others hanging around.  As you sit and talk for a while, waiting on the rest of your party to arrive, several of you note that the skinny guy on the couch keeps looking at you speculatively between lulls in his conversation with a large linebacker looking fellow, and a very attractive young woman with silver hair.

After Impetus arrives, and everyone gets settled drinking again, the man finally gets up and walks over.
"Hey, sorry to bother you all, but ou were in here last weekend, talking to the Count weren't you?  Would you like to join us?  We're all friends up here.  Oh, sorry for not introducing myself, I go by Mathematician."

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Harley's dive bar is... A dive bar.  The drinking is good, if you like it hard and simple.  Pool is played by a rough and rowdy crowd. Everything is loud here, and the smoke fills the room. Depending on his mood, Harley can sulk in a corner drinking himself into oblivion (he wouldn't be the only one here doing so), play some pool, get into a fight, or perhaps even pick up one of several lonely women (or men) that are here looking for something to take their minds off their own dreary lives.

"Mathematician?  Nice to meet you, name's Impetus," Imp extends a hand, then saunters over to the Linebacker and silver haired vixen.  "Hello, pleasure to meet you", he extends a friendly hand to the linebacker, and a perhaps more than friendly hand to the woman. His body language and voice subtly shift to conform to whatever she prefers, his body, in her eyes anyways, becomes even more attractive. "And a good evening to you, what's your name, beautiful?"

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a remarkable 14 sux on the seduction attempt. First two dice were from mega, 6 auto sux from seductive/seductive looks.  2 quantum spent.

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"Sure thing." She calls to Shield as he fends off the rabid fans, then slips inside.



Solitaire gets up and shakes hands with him, greeting "Solitaire, good to meet'cha." Then moving over to the others and introducing herself to them as well.

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Harley walks in the smoke-filled bar with a cigarette pressed between his lips just as a bottle zips past his head breaking against the wall next to the door. he sighs "ah, home sweet home" just as Lena looks over and sees him. "aw fuck" she saunters up wrapping her arms around his neck and presses her tits into his chest, purring into his ear "heya Harley. haven't seen ya around in a while. need a date? we can party. up for a good time tonight?" she smells like booze, cigarettes, sex, sweat and cheap perfume. the kind you get for $1.50 a liter at the flea market, and she smells like she took a bath in the shit.

Harley cocks an eyebrow prying her off him "hi, Lena. still turnin' tricks for you're crack fix? we already been through this. not interested. take a powder." she spits in his face "fuck you, you limp-dick faggot motherfucker!" as she spins and heads back for the bar. Harley sighs again as he picks up a bar napkin laying on a nearby table and wipes the spit off his face "and some things never change" as he heads for the other end of the bar for a shot and a beer. after that he heads over to the pool table and drops a $20 spot on the next game. he sits and drinks, watching the current game and sizing up the competition.
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"Hmmm... I guess I'm just used to New York City and its crazy hours. Should we get tickets to the Saturday showing then, and go to the club to cool off? I know things got a little crazy downstairs, but Impetus and I found the upstairs VIP room to be a sanctuary for rest."

"Hey, good to meet you.  I'm Comstock." After a bit of drinking with Solitaire and the first few sips of his Three Mile Island, he could safely say he had no taste buds and was buzzed for the first time in a good long while.  "Sorry I missed out last week, I was downstairs the whole time."  Dillon introduced himself to the group, a bit relieved at the relaxed atmosphere.  "Some of the rest of the team should be along soon, real cool guys all of 'em."  Briefly, Impetus managed to distract him, some of the emotional charge of his art flowing across the room and inspiring a few weird feelings.

After moving through introductions he fished awkwardly for some icebreakers.  "So, what kind of business are you guys into?"

"Yeah, I guess that's the way it's looking.  Hopefully we can just scoot up to the top without having to deal much with the downstairs crowd at all.  I didn't really enjoy that very much last time..."

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I'm guessing by this point, everyone should be upstairs.  Impetus said he was an hour or so behind us, and he's already arrived it looks like.

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The other members of the club introduce themselves, and despite their reticence to approach you on their own, are enthusiastic in greeting you.

"Hey, I'm Myron.  It's great to meet you, and I'd be happy to hear about your work with Utopia, if you've got the time."  There is a reason the young man looked like a linebacker... He is one.  He Became famous earlier this year when he erupted in the middle of a game.  He was famous even before his eruption however, as he was in the process of leaving a highly profitable football career behind to become a doctor.  Myron stands up and shakes hands as he introduces himself.

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Make this guy bigger, shift back his birth date, and change his position.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Myron_Rolle

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"Hello. Louise Cooper, a pleasure."
The woman with the silver hair remains seated, though she seems interested in all of you, especially Impetus.  She stares at him in an entirely inappropriate manner, looking him over and smiling.  It seems to be taking her a great deal of willpower to avoid standing and pulling Impetus away from the growing crowd, though her face says they will meet later.  Film buffs might note that she has the same name as a famous actress from the black and white era of film.

As introductions are being made, another young woman enters.  Asian descent, likely Chinese from the bone structure. She walks up to the Mathematician and nods in a friendly manner, smiling slightly.
"You have new friends Pedro.  Would you introduce us?"

The Mathematician turns to her, and introduces her.
"This is an old friend, Caroline.  She's a brilliant woman, though terrifying in a debate... Do yourselves a favor and just agree with her when she says something, she's usually right."

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Tickets for Siegfried and Roy for all, tomorrow at 9pm.

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The pool tables are occupied by unskilled players, though they aren't particularly fond of being beat by someone not a part of their little clique... Play at your own risk.

"Louise, Myron, a pleasure.  The Archon is something else, no?  What're you doing in Vegas?  And, Caoline?  Nice to meet you, please call me Impetus."

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12 sux on a seduction roll for Caroline, Imp's on fire, and probably going to be torn apart...

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