"Why thank you, Kyra. I will be sure to do that," he says and takes his pager device.  "I am sure all of your games are equally exciting, but where do you recommend I could best spend my time?" he asks, now giving her his full attention.

"Well, sir, I suppose that would depend on your game preference. Sabacc, Seven Card Comet, or perhaps merely a game of chance?" Kyra asks Aadun politely.

Elsewhere in the Casino

Narik is approached by a human hostess with white-blonde hair and almost colorless gray eyes. "Hello, sir. My name is Shesa. I'll be your hostess while you are here in the casino. Please take this pager and if there is anything I can do for you, let me know. Is there anything I can get you now?"

As Narik tried to appear casual he ambled around the second level. He exhibited an outward interest in the many games of chance although he’s real interest was in the people. Narik smiled at the intrusion of his solitary wandering by Shesa. He gave her a nod ”thank you Shesa, can I get a drink?” the former soldier asked as he accepted the offered pager ”something hot” he elaborated, ”this thing works on any level? I’m considering trying higher up later?” he enquired as he waved the pager and pointed up-level.

Narik looked around as Shesa was speaking to him; he suspected that whenever he spoke to any member of staff that he would have the attention of the security. He wanted to estimate how much security the casino had both in plain sight and undercover. Since he’d left the Core Worlds Narik had got used to looking after himself and knowing what sort of dangers he could expect. Just because Kienaan had let him out of sight didn’t mean he was safe if Kienaan believed him dangerous.

Shesa nods. "The range on the pager is anywhere in the casino as well as about a ten kilometer radius. This way if you wish to alert me of your arrival, I can have refreshments waiting.  Tell me, sir, what sort of drink would you like? We serve just about anything, alcoholic or non-alcoholic that a sentient being could want.

Narik notices that he does, indeed, have the attention of at least one security guard and there are also 'eyes in the skies' around the casino.

”Pembric tea, if you can do one” Narik asked, naming the hot and bitter drink knowing for being a psychoactive stimulant sometimes with brandy or other alcohol drinks added for flavour ”on its own, black” he added as he noted the security arrangements.

As he waited for delivery of his drink he watched the nearest table. He wasn’t tempted to try his luck himself, he didn’t have many credits and didn’t want to waste what he did have.

"Of course, it will be no problem. Give me just a moment to alert a waitress." She steps away for a moment and gets the attention of a waitress. They converse quietly for a moment, then the waitress nods and scurries off.

"She'll be right back. Anything else, sir?"
[Private to Narik: Because we haven't finished your initial RP, you don't know that you have a secure comlink and a 1000 credit chip from Kienaan. So, you do have some credits to gamble if you desire.]

The waitress comes back about a minute later, tea in hand. She offers it to Narik.

Bokha exits his new room after unpacking his things, his credit chit and comm at the ready. The Trandoshan shuffles through the casino, nonchalantly, scanning the various tables and players that he sees. After a while, he heads for the elevator and swipes his pass for the sub-levels.

Following the instructions from Erisi he tracks down the entrance to the arena and waves his pass at the guard, saying, "Bokha is home! Now where can Bokha find the killing?"

The deal was set and now all Joron had to do was wait. Patience, it was a virtue tolerable yet intolerable. Though by no means a desolate dive The Queen of Air and Darkness wasn't home either. How long would his stay on the Smuggler's Moon be? Days, weeks...months? The very thought brought a not-so-subtle pounding to the swarthy gentleman's head. Business was business, after all, and he had just agreed to what may very well be a burdensome contract. As the turbolift door slid open with a hiss, hazel eyes slowly scanned the ground floor. For now, Joron needed something to do. The only question was: where to start?

Kaiten smiled disarmingly at Lynorri and said, "But ofcourse." Fishing around in his robes he produced the access card and handed it to the hostess. "Learning more about the clientele will allow me to do my job better, which is exactly what Jaeden would want." He added quickly as an incentive.

Narik accepted the tea and located a stool; sitting amidst the wisps of steam that came from his teacup he studied the casino. After he’d watched for a while and his tea had cooled enough for him to drink it he considered seeking a bit more action.

The human examined the beeper he had been given by Sheesa. He pressed the call button and as he waited for her return he drank his tea. When she attended him Narik placed his now empty cup on to a nearby table. He remained seated as he spoke ”I’m looking for a bit more action, I’ve been told there’s an arena here” Narik asked casually.

[Private to The Force: Do you want to finish the initial RP or leave it as it is?]

Aadun paused for a moment and thought.  "Sounds like you have just about everything I could possibly want.  Thank you and if I need anything I will be sure to give you a page."  He wanted to go ahead and let her get back to her job, especially since he was having a good time just watching that game over there, for now.  Also, he had a drink to wait for.

[Private to Narik: OOC: Let's go ahead and finish up your initial RP session. I believe it is currently your turn to post. ]

[Private to Bokha: The Arena has its own thread, if you're headed there.]

Kaiten and Lynorri
Lynorri smiles. Excellent. Thank you. If you're interested in Imperials, I suggest you head up the sixth level. Admiral Keynes is up there, eating dinner at the Taste of Tapani.

Narik and Shesa
Shesa leans in and answers very quietly, almost in a whisper, "Yes, sir. The Arena is on sub-level 2. If you have a pass, you simply need to go the guarded turbolifts over there." She indicates a pair of turbolifts in the far corner of this floor of the casino.

Aadun and Kyra
Kyra politely steps out of Aadun's path and heads over to the turbolifts as she notices a new customer emerging.

Aadun's drink arrives a few moments later and is handed to him by the waitress.

As for the game Aadun is watching, he can tell that the players are a little drunk and they're not paying very much attention. They're a little to slow moving their bets around at the moment. The pit boss looks like he might be about to shut it down.

Joron
A hostess walks over to the turbolift as Joron is getting off. She was just talking to a Zabrak, but apparently finished. "Hello, sir. My name is Kyra. If I can be of any assistance to you, please do not hesitate to let me know. If you will take this pager, you can reach me anywhere on the premises. Would you like me to order a drink for you?" She presses a pager into Joron's hands.

"Superb!" Kaiten exclaimed, feeling the corners of his mouth tremble slightly from the strain of all the smiling he was doing today. Chugging down the remainder of his Jawa Juice he put the empty glass by the bar then headed towards the turbo lifts. An admiral was certainly someone high up in the imperial heirarchy, with much information about imperial going on's. How to get him to divulge such information would be the tricky part however. Kaiten mulled the problem as he entered the lift and voiced the command for the sixth level.
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Kaiten scans the map of the sixth level and locates the restaurant, Taste of Tapani. It's in a quiet niche away from the crowds of gamblers on this level. The place is tastefully decorated and is perhaps half full right now. There is no sign of the Admiral, but there are a number of private booths, shielded from sight and sound.

A restaurant hostess walks up to Kaiten a a few moments after he arrives. "Dinner for one?" she asks as she takes a menu from the hostess stand.

Aadun gets his drink, but is so enthralled, watching the game in front of him he hardly notices.  'They're not taking this seriously...  If I could get into a game with one of them,' he starts to think to himself and then takes a sip of his drink.

Yeah, that was a mistake.  Instantly he felt as if his mouth and throat had caught on fire and was burning up into his nasal cavaty.  It didn't take very long for the tears to start either, but at least he didn't have enough sense to cry out or anything.  Instead of being the loud and obnoxious Zabrak, he'd have to settle for being the crazy one crying in the middle of casino.

Even though he was in a great deal of pain, he goes ahead and downs the rest of the drink, so that he could just be done with it.  From that point, he stood there, trying to stop the tears and regain his composure back.

The waitress who handed Aadun his drink looks absolutely shocked as he downs the entire thing. She politely retrieves the glass. "Sir, in the event that you need the facilities," her tone indicates she is certain he is going to need them, "they are to your left and down a short hallway."

As she turns and walks away, shaking her head, Aadun sees her motion to a hostess and indicate him. He has the distinct feeling that someone is going to keep an eye on him, just in case he should feel the urge to regurgitate his drink in a few minutes.

He can feel the fire in his belly quite clearly. If it were just a little weaker, it might be pleasant.

Aadun gave the woman the empty glass back and says, "Thank you for the drink," as normally as he could.  He then walked purposely in the direction she pointed.  'Yeah, best first impression ever.'

He thought he could handle it, but didn't want to risk being wrong in the middle of the room and in front of so many people.  He flecks some water on his face from the sinks and then waits for his stomach to settle for a while.

After he first gets to the refresher, Aadun thinks he might be fine once he splashes the water on his face. He waits until his stomach starts to settle and then realizes, in a rather abstract way, that he is getting very drunk very fast as the prodigious amount of alcohol and other things in the drink are absorbed into his bloodstream.

The hostess worked swiftly, so much in fact that the intrepid youth hadn't the time to conclude his mental queries. His eyes casually studied Kyra and then the trinket she was so eager to place in his hands. Through moments of suspicion, a single brow perked as he regarded it. It was truly a convenience to be able to have an employee at his beck and call, one that he did not forgo. With a charming, grateful, smile, Joron thanked the young hostess and slipped the device into one of his pockets.

"Hmm," he murmured pensively at her question. "Yes, I think I will have a glass of Crème D'Infame. Oh and what floor are your games of chance on?"

[private to GM: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Cr%C3%A8me_D%27Infame ]
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Kyra frowns prettily. "Of course, we have that vintage, however there will be a charge. It is complimentary only to preferred guests of Master Kienaan." She remains poised, however her distress is still evident.

She answers Joron's question. "As for games of chance, you can find those on levels two and three. Level two will have most games involving dice, while level three will have roulette-type games, and everything else that would be considered a game of pure chance.

Kyra waits for Joron to either accept a charge for the drink before she orders it, or to choose something complimentary.

[Private to Joron Sarrus: I would prefer that you choose a color for speech other than red. Once we get into combat actions, and such, red is reserved for those. You can see which colors have already been taken under the Welcome thread.]

Narik gave Shesa a nod of thanks and walked over to the turbolift. As Narik walked he composed himself, he expected things would be little rougher at the sub-levels.
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Joron couldn't help but smile at the hostess' sweet distress; it was a look he had seen many times in the eyes of servants and employees alike, a look that he and those in his family gleefully fed upon. Though he was one of Kienaan's guests, part of him felt cheerfully disinclined to make that fact known.

"Of course," he said, reaching into his pocket for what had to be a credit chip. However, as his hand fished and fished, a square item fell out and descended to the floor. It was by no means a credit chip, it was the all access card Erisi bequeathed him. Noticing the card's descent, Joron's eyes perked and he soon knelt down to swoop it up. "Kyra? On second thought, perhaps I'll have a glass of mist water on the rocks? It would probably be for the best if I keep my wits about me, now wouldn't it?" He said, slipping the card back into his pocket with a smile. "The third floor is just what I'm looking for, thank you."

Kyra curtseys, then excuses herself to catch the attention of a waitress and place Joron's order. Joron is not entirely sure if she noticed his card before he swooped down to pick it up. "Is there anything you would like, sir?"

The waitress returns very promptly with mist water for Joron. She offers it to him from her tray.

"No, thank you, I have all I need," Joron states with a small bow of his head as he raises the glass of water in thanks. "Have a pleasant day, Kyra. I'll be certain to page you if I find myself in further need of anything." Then, with a sip of his drink, he turned away from the green-skinned twi'lek and leisurely returned to the turbolift from whence he came. Once its doors slid open, he stepped inside and pressed the button for the third floor.

Upon exiting the turbolift, Joron sees a map of the floor which shows general areas for the games, including Zinbiddle, Binspo, a whole secton of Lugjack machines, Magna-shuffle, and a group of Tregald booths.

As with other areas of the casino, waitresses make their way throughout the floor. The Lugjack machines, which Joron can see in the distance, have a large collection of sentients, playing slots. There appear to be no hosts or hostesses here, but that could merely be perception.