OOC: This thread is an open area RP forum where you may interact with NPCs and other players on the casino floor during 'down time'.

The primary casino is located one level above the grand entrance and extends to the seventh story, with each floor dedicated to a particular game of chance or skill. Private games are held in dedicated space higher up. There are also rooms, suites, and conference rooms available for guests.

Sabacc tournaments are played on the seventh floor. This level is very well-appointed, having been renovated only ten years ago. The minimum buy-in for these tournaments is ten thousand credits.

Sabacc tables are also set up on the sixth floor. This is usually the floor where one can find skilled gamblers trying to make enough credits for the seventh floor tournament fees.

The fifth floor is dedicated to Seven Card Comet, a card game involving normal paper cards. This level usually is for the casual gamblers who prefer cards.

Pazaak is the game on the fourth floor. However, since it has fallen out of popularity, this is the first level to look if you want to find something illegal or fence goods. There are privacy booths set up all over the level to accommodate transactions.

The second and third floors host the games of chance between them. Any game which is based on the spinning of a wheel or the roll of dice can be found here.

There are numerous bars and restaurants scattered throughout all of the levels. Hosts, waiters, and security are present on all levels, although the fourth floor has the fewest staff members.

Thousands of guests occupy the area at any given time as the casino never sleeps. If one wants to make contacts in the underworld of Nar Shaddaa, or simply to gamble, this is definitely the place for that.

Kala strode through the crowded Casino, her senses all open to things that were going on. She felt the emotions of the patrons gathered there, and it felt like a veritable cacophany of everything. Some were jubilant for winning a match, others were filled with distrust and hatred for the winners. The servers were filled with a mix of fear, and happiness to have a job like this, and the security guards seemed to eminate a radiance of malace.

She seemed to be able to cut through the hustle and bustle like a well-honed vibro dagger. It probably didn't help that she had gone out and bought herself something nice to wear with part of her salary, which seemed to accentuate her figure. She could have been a hostess in this place, but that wasn't to be her lot in life. Her destiny lay elsewhere.

A handsome male human walks up to Kala a few minutes after she walks onto the casino floor. He smiles in a friendly manner, while his emotions radiate a tinge of desire. Welcome to the Queen of Air & Darkness. My name is Arvon. If there is anything I can do to be of assistance, please let me know. Just alert me with this. He hands Kala a simple comlink with a friendly wink.

Several other hosts and hostesses appear to be watching from a station a few meters away. All of them are very attractive for their species. Kala sees a mix of humans and twi'leks.

Kala Nodded and took the commlink. She knew that he was being paid to be so nice to customers, to keep them coming back. And she wondered exactly how many customers he averaged in a day.

"Well Avron, tonight I believe I am in the market for some nice food, some drinks, and some conversation." Kala replied, as she smiled at him. She often wondered if people could tell when they were being influenced some by different races pheremones, or if most of the people in this building had any idea what a Zeltron could do.

Avron smiles warmly at Kala. For food, I recommend one of the restaurants on the sixth level. They are the finest in the casino, serving delicacies from around the galaxy. Should you have a budget, I can help you choose something in line with what you would care to spend. All of our establishments, regardless of cost, are quite nice.

If you choose to gamble, your drinks will be complimentary.

He grins even more broadly for a moment before continuing, As to the last, well, I would be honored to provide conversation. His expression becomes more serious, then. Of course, I would also be pleased to direct a lady such as yourself in the direction of any conversation you might desire. You have but to tell me a topic that interests you.

"Ahh, I see. I have just returned to this moon, after a long time away from it, and I was hoping someone could fill me in on some of the happenings." Kala replied. She was being truthful, she had come to Nar Shardaa a long time ago. And things had changed since the last time she had been here. "But of restraunts, what would you recommend on the sixth floor, and how many credits will it set me back?"

Avron thinks for a moment before making a recommendation. It's obvious he's trying to provide a suitable choice for Kala. I would recommend, A Taste of Tapani. The theme, of course, is foods from the Tapani sector, and I have enjoyed the cuisine there. The Rockfish twists are excellent. The Plavonian starfish with Rockfish stuffing is also amazing. I highly recommend the Air Cake for dessert. The restaurant is also the only place you can get the finest Corellian Brandy on Nar Shaddaa. Dinner for yourself will probably set you back a hundred credits. It is also the restaurant most likely to have patrons willing to buy your meal in exchange for the conversation you are seeking.

"Ahh. Very good." Kala replied, as she nodded to Avron. "And how do I make sure that you get a little something for the recommendation? I would hate to see any tips that you should have gotten go to someone else."

She was a little suprised at his words, that someone would be willing to buy her meal and give her information. Usually, it goes the other way around, with someone having to pay for information. Though, she could probably use her features and pheremones to get someone to give out information, and pay for dinner.

Avron chuckles. Thank you for thinking of me, my lady, but any tips are shared among the hosts and hostesses. It works much better that way. Anyone who doesn't cooperate or is found stiffing the rest of us is prompty let go.

He offers Kala his arm. Would you care for an escort? I might be able to offer you some advice upstairs as to who you should impress. There are several of the, umm, businessmen, who like to have a beautiful lady at their table who isn't a hostess.

"A good business practice that." Kala replied, as she nodded slowly at what he had said. As he extended his arm for her to take, she nodded. "I'm always willing to meet new people. Their stories are always interesting, and I'm a very good listener. So, lead on, and tell me about some of these people."

Avron leads Kala to a turbolift, walking at a slow, stately pace so that he has more time to speak to her. Well, my lady, I suppose it depends on what you can stomach. If you want a truly magnaminous patron, I recommend Issulla the Hutt. He loves to surround himself with beautiful women, and for the most part, he seems to discuss just about anything in front of them, with little regard for security. Of course, I've never heard of him conducting truly confidential business on an open floor of the casino, so perhaps he pays more attention than he lets on.

Avron slides his access card over a scanner for a private turbolift. The door opens and he leads Kala inside. Your other option this evening is Imperial Admiral Roald Keynes. He'll probably talk himself silly, but you whatever you want, and say nothing truly important. If you are a skilled conversationalist, I suppose you might be able to coax something out of him.

The turbolift quickly reaches the sixth level. The restaurant is in a quiet niche away from the largest crowd. It is tastefully decorated, has a number of private booths, and is only about one quarter filled at the moment. Would you like to find your own way from here, or shall I make an introduction for you?

"I believe the hutt sounds more interesting. They live such long lives you know, and they're more intriguing then some admiral. Usually, the Admirals like to boast about battles they've won, and commands that they've had. I like a bit more... intrigue." Kala replied. She had other reasons not to get all chummy with an Imperial admiral, but she wasn't going to say anything like that out loud. "If you know this hutt personally, I wouldn't mind an introduction. Besides, some rich patron might see you wandering with me, and want to wander with you on another time. You know how it is, someone has something, and others covet that even more."

Avron smiles warmly at Kala. Naturally, having you on my arm does much good for my image right now. Please wait right here. I'll check on Issulla.

He speaks quietly to a hostess at the front of the restaurant. Kala sees the twi'lek female nod and gesture to a shielded privacy booth in the back corner, which appears only as an opaque wall. Avron nods himself and indicates to Kala that he will be right back. He makes his way to the privacy booth, presses a button on the side, then disappears inside a few moments later.

Perhaps a minute later, he comes out and walks back over to Kala, smiling. Issulla would be delighted to host you for dinner. Be prepared, he's eating a dish of some fuzzy looking worms that wriggle and scream when he eats them.

Assuming that Kala is all right with that description of Issulla's meal, after what she had said, Avron leads her over to the booth, and inside, where she meets Issulla, who is currently dining alone. The wriggling black and green worms are all about six inches long and covered in downy fuzz. Avron introduces her. This is Issulla. Issulla, this is... Avron pauses awkwardly as he realizes he doesn't know Kala's name.

Issulla is a typical specimen of the Hutt species, perhaps a little slimmer than normal, with darker skin, but otherwise looks almost like every other Hutt Kala has ever seen. Chowbasa! Smak Telia?[Private to Kala Jorn: Greetings! Snack?]

Having dealt with some hutts before, Kala knew what they happened to like. The description of the food that he was eating sounded a little unappealing to her, but hutts generally knew that some of their bipedal companions didn't have the same tastes as they did.

"Greetings your Eminance. I am called Kala Jorn." She said, as she bowed slightly, hoping to take a lot of the pressure off of Avron. "I would love to join you, so, what is on the menu for this evening?"

Avron bows to Issulla, then to Kala, and makes his exit.

Issulla swipes his tongue out, getting several bits of severed carapace which are stuck to his chin, but leaving a trail of bright green saliva in the process. You, my dear, may have whatever you wish. I suspect that these Antarean Spice Caterpillars would not be appealing to you. Please, have a seat. Press the call button over there and a waiter will come to take your order.

He takes a moment to pick up another caterpillar and drop it into his maw, crunching noisily for a few moments. It isn't often one sees a Zeltron out and about without an escort. Did you lose yours, pretty one?

"Ahh. Many of my kind tend to join with people when they first arrive on planets like this, becoming hostesses or courtisans. Myself, I am a little more of a free spirit. I like to have the chance to travel, meet new people, and experience new things." Kala replied, as she relaxed and set down near the hutt. Most people would find his appetite, and what he was eating distasteful, but she didn't mind. He was enjoying his food, and starting to enjoy the company.

So, she hit the call button, and waited for the waiter to appear. "And you, your Eminance. I know that most of your kind love to surround themselves with pretty things, all vying for your attentions. I am honored you would choose me to be one of them."

OOC: Conversation between Issulla and Kala continued elsewhere.
This message was last edited by the player at 04:51, Mon 04 May 2009.

Kaiten strolled casually around the casino, letting the sounds and scenarios of Nar Shadda's and the galaxy's elite wash over him. He kept an eye out for any imperials however, especially any high ranking officers or influential members of the senate. He had to know how deep Jaeden was with the Empire, and how that knowledge could be used to the queen's advantage. Absently Kaiten smoothed the front of his robes hoping they did not make him appear out of place in this establishment. "Some Jawa Juice please." He remarked casually to a passing waitress.

[Private to GM: I'm assuming Kaiten continues to wear Jedi style robes. In such a vast galaxy with so many fashion trends, they probably would not be seen as out of place IMO.]

The waitress smiles, nods, and quickly disappears, only to reappear a few moments later carrying a tray with two glasses of almost identical beverages. "Sir, you didn't specify, so I brought both the alcoholic and non-alcoholic varieties." She stands quietly, waiting for him to choose.

In the meanwhile, a hostess has noticed the exchange and walks over to Kaiten. She is a human female, blond, with blue eyes. "Greetings, sir, my name is Lynorri. If there is anything I can do for you, please let me know. I will be your personal hostess while you are here in the casino." Saying this, she offers him a simple pager device. "Simply use this to alert me and I will promptly attend you, or send someone else in my place."

[Private to Kaiten: OOC: It would require a trained knowledge skill check in Galactic Lore to recognize them as Jedi Robes, however, having done so, there would definitely be suspicions, which, coupled with any lightsaber or obvious Force use would probably result in a call to the authorities or attempted blackmail.]

Kaiten smiled and took the non alcoholic version. A muddled mind was a mind easily manipulated after all. "Pleased to meet you Lynorri, I am Kaiten." He accepted the pager, and then added, "Since you are here, can you tell me a bit about the clientele frequenting this...establishment? I too am in the employ of master Jaeden, and knowing more about the people here will allow me to serve him better." Kaiten gestured at the floor and the people milling about. "Tell me, are there any high ranking imperials here?" He took a sip of the Jawa Juice, eyeing Lynorri casually and hoping his question would not attract undue suspicion. But then why would it? Plenty of people attempted to schmooze their way into high society in places like this, after all.

[Private to GM: ooc: Well I'll take the risk and keep the robes. Kaiten is still trying to live by the precepts of the order after all. :) Also, please let me know if I have to make any skill checks such as persuasion.]

Aadun Ogden walks back out into the casino and immediately begins to check out the games.  He walks around for a moment before spotting what appears to be a rather high stakes game going on at one of the tables towards the center of the room.  He stands what he hopes would be an unassuming distance away and watches the exchange in credits and the playing styles with some interest.

When a waitress walks by, cutting off his view for a moment, he is somewhat snapped back into reality.  He walks up to her and asks, "Whatever it is you have there, can you bring me one?" and then smiles.

Lynorri smiles graciously, but looks a bit wary now. "Would you mind showing me your access pass, Mister Kaiten? Master Kienaan does prefer it if we keep our lips tightly sealed about certain things, unless we have verification of identity."


Upstairs

The waitress Aadun accosts looks a little surprised. "Are you quite certain, sir? Antakarian Fire Dancers are very strong drinks. I know you are Zabrak, but even you might consider something else if you wish to sit at one of the tables to g..." She stops suddenly and looks embarrassed. "I'll be right back with one, sir."

A green-skinned twi'lek hostess separates from a group of them near the turbolift and makes her way to Aadun. "Greetings, sir, my name is Kyra. If there is anything I can do for you, please let me know. I will be your personal hostess while you are here in the casino." Saying this, she offers him a simple pager device. "Simply use this to alert me and I will promptly attend you, or send someone else in my place."

When his audience with Kienaan had been terminated Narik collected his belongings and exited the private chambers of the casino. He returned to the bustle of the lively gambling club. The human took a deep breath taking in the atmosphere. Narik wasn’t the normal sort of clientele in the Queen of Air and Darkness but he didn’t lack in confidence. He felt the need to do some reconnaissance, best to know his way around the place if he’d be visiting regularly.

His walk was stiff and his clothing old fashioned but casino was busy enough than Narik hoped he’d manage to blend in. With an eye for detail he began a thorough investigation; starting on the lowest floor he planned to work his way up. He watched both the routines of the staff and other customers; he wanted to learn how the place ticked.