After a few minutes, the Hyperion bumps against the ground.  "Someday," X says, maybe we won't have to find a hardline to jack you in, "but for now, we're stuck here until you get back."

He leads you to your chairs and plugs you in.  "I'll send you each in with $20,000.  I don't have any local uniforms or security badges on file.  I'll have to search or program them if we need them, and we may not have time.  Good luck," he says.

Upon jacking in, you find yourself behind the pyramid hotel, in the shade of the building near the parking lot.  It is evening, and there is a clear sky above you.  The light at the top of the Luxor points like a pillar to the sky.

X has given you each earpieces for communication.  He can talk to you, but you can't talk to him without getting to a hardline connection...some kind of ground phone line...or through the cell phones he gave you.  Leaving the Matrix will require the ground phone line.  There seem to be plenty in the hotel.

You walk around to the entrance.  The inside is full of Egyptian themed sculptures and decor.  To your right is the Bell Desk, and the check in counter just beyond that.  To your left are some stairs down, and in front of you is the entrance to the main casino down some other stairs.

It appears to be very busy.  People are walking all around you, not taking any notice.  Security guards are posted here and there, and you see security cameras (mostly encased in non-obtrusive orbs or other mountings) almost everywhere.  The inside is loud with the noises of slot machines and mechanical melodies.

Screed looks around and says, "Allow me."

He walks by the information booth and picks up a random pamphlet/notice or some paper.  Sauntering up to the checkin desk he says, "Excuse me.  I'd like to get a suite for my friends and I.  We've just arrived into town and definitely wanted to stay here.  We'd like to stay a little quiet though.  You see, they're trying to," he smiles his most honest smile, "stay out of their fans notice.  If you know what I mean."

He feels around until he sinds the money and pulls out the wad.  Serruptitiously he slides two one hundred dollar bills into the pamphlet and slides them across the counter.  He smiles sweetly and asks, "Will you be able to ensure the privacy of Mr. Jake Savee and party?"

“Home sweet home,” Demain says to himself. After orienting himself, Demian pats his sides to make sure he is armed and slings the duffle bag containing the “good stuff” over his shoulder.

Once they are inside, Demian recounts the riddle, “Now we just need to push ‘Be one’ and look for the ‘H’.”

"Welcome to the Luxor," the receptionist says to Screed.  She looks at the others and nods, taking the tip.  Softly across the counter, she says, "In that case, I'll put you on the east side where you can avoid attracting attention.  You can access your room by the inclinators either by Ra's Nightclub or behind the registration desk.  You can avoid the public eye by taking the Ra Nightclub inclinators."  She waits to see if Screed agrees.

While she waits, she slides a map of the hotel across to him.

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Fault inhales the lobby air deeply and smiles. He looks a bit taller in the Matrix, and much less fidgety. "Ah, the land of the gods. It's good to be back."

 Overhearing the receptionist's suggestion, Fault perks up. "Ra's here?" he asks innocently. "Ooh. I always wanted to meet him!"
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Jade walks over and asks the lady, "What's an inclinator?"

Winking he says, "That will be perfect."  Pulling out $3K he continues, "I'd like to keep a tab open and five keys please.  I'm kinda absentminded."  Winking again he picks up the map and the keys when they're ready.  Pausing long enough he pretends to not be paying attention while she answers, expecting something like elevators that run at an angle or  something.  After hearing it he heads back to the group if he has all the information to find the room.

::flanking the other party members, staying silent as others do the talking, leather duster gathered around him, looking at the various people knowing any of them can at any moment turn into a agent, waiting for Screed to complete the transaction, adjusting his silvered Ray Bans::

::to Screed::

So did you schedule some casino time for us, all work and no play makes us a dull team

::flashes a smile::

Well maybe next time then, shall we get going:::

::hefts his duffle bag on his left shoulder waiting for the others::

The desk clerk answers Jade, "Inclinators are what we call our elevators.  In a pyramid, the elevators don't go up or down.  They go at an angle.  So they incline up and decline down instead of ascending or descending.  Most people enjoy sensation since the feeling of acceleration goes along with it."

Methesulah allows calmer heads to lead right now.  His eyes wide in wonder, he mutters softly, "This is so much overload.  I should probably avoid the casino.  A jackpot, with all the bells and lights, the shock'd probably kill me."

Cutter, too, is quiet. Looking around from behind his own shades, he seems to be absorbing the 'reality' he hadn't seen since he'd been rescued by Chief and the others. The weapons under his coat feel like an almost ominous presence, dragging him down with their shear lethality waiting to be unleashed on the monsters prowling among the unknowing conciousness of the people around him.

Cutter gives himself a mental shake as they enter the hotel, attempting to pull his scattering thoughts together and pay attention to what the others are doing. He makes a concious effort to slow his heart as he runs a hand through the hair he had almost gotten used to not having. His eyes roam around the lobby, taking it in as though a Vegas first timer, as indeed he was.

As Demian looks around, seeing if anything sparks an idea, he catches a glance at Methuselah. The shock on the man’s face reminds Demian that this is his first trip to the Matrix. “Of all the places to jack into first, you come to Vegas.” A rare smile finds Demian’s face. “Take it easy Meth. Don’t let the lights and sounds distract you. This is just like the simulations...only busier.”

Hearing mention of Ra’s Nightclub does spark Demian’s memory. “Ra declines, or was it descends?” Demain says to himself, trying to recount the riddle. To the others, away from the receptionist, “I think we should take the elevators by Ra’s Nightclub.”

Just before leaving the counter, he turns back and says, "Oh, and one more thing.  Our friends and I are quite hungry.  Could you have service sent up for, oh, say ten people with a variety of tastes?  Thanks a lot, really!"  Screed seems quite happy as he returns to the group.

Listening to the group, he opens the map and says, "Okay, those elevators are right around this corner over here."  He seems to be wetting his lips a bit as he leads the way.

Demian nods approvingly at Screed, “So far, so good. Let’s hope our luck holds out.”

“By the way, which one of us is Mr. Savee?” he asks Screed with a grin.