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ABOARD THE MOIRA
Whether adjusting to space travel has been difficult or not, there is always something to be done. From working to leisure, the Moira offers a multitude of opportunities to get to know your crewmates a bit better. Exploration of the ship is highly encouraged, but as another planet grows closer to being docked, things start to get a little hectic. You'll notice a slight change in the artificial gravity as the Moira is pulled into a gravitational field; however, more noticeable changes can be found in the overall morale as you prepare to descend.
☄ on your ownThere are plenty of other communal areas on the ship to explore! Pick a place, and see where it takes you. ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. ) ERIS — 6578
Welcome to one of the sister Eris planets. This one, unlike many of its counterparts, is incredibly high dollar. For visiting individuals, it is mandatory to wear clothes befitting of such a status. For those aboard the Moira, it means discarding work attire for the formal wear they have been provided. Characters will find the temperature moderately cold, a late fall to early winter feel, and their outwear must reflect the prestige Eris—6578 is universally known for. Any sort of trading is strictly done through computers and electronic orders--nothing hands-on as it's considered beneath the inhabitants to indulge in such outdated means of interaction. Unlike most systems, money is needed to purchase things on Eris. The captains have given the crew unlimited credits; with each transaction, simply "pay" with the MID. ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. )
☄ lavish livingFine dining? The movies? Or perhaps gambling? Whatever your tastes, Eris caters to everyone and everything—the more expensive, the better. There is no limit to what can be done when one has the money to spend, and this lifestyle reflects in the people and surroundings. Even sex is a very ornate process held to the highest discretion. Feel free to indulge, but know that it isn't without its consequences.
☄ takenIn its underbelly, Eris—6578's main function is the trade and trafficking of bodies for one of two purposes: to be placed in a situation where you are made to kill for another's enjoyment or are tortured and killed based on the client's personal tastes. Each scenario is designed to fit the paying customer's predilections and is often carried out in places secured and private. Remember, money is no object. Therefore, the extent of what they do or make you do has no boundaries either.
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thisavrou_ooc2015-12-05 08:35 pm
Casino
[Because for Loki, the fun isn't in the money. He has that, albeit not right here or now. The fun is in winning, especially in winning underhandedly and with morally dubious tactics, especially after a month onboard ship.
If he seems not at all surprised by talking to a dwarf in a casino, it's because the dwarves back home quite enjoy a good gamble- and a good cheat. He rubs his hands together, smiling like someone with a plan.]
But if you're going to play, not craps. As much as luck usually likes me at these things, there's too many factors making it hard to win. Card games are far easier to win consistently.
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[Don't get him wrong, he loves a good card game. He likes wagering - he likes winning - and occasionally he even likes losing. Just not when the odds are stacked so damn high against him he can't see the top. And not playing against some faceless employee.]
What you want to do is find a bar. A dive. [Muttered as an aside:] If this city's even heard of dives.
Lady Luck might like you a bit more in a place like that. [He gives the man a sidelong grin.] Here, she hates you. Nothing personal.
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[He shrugs, smile turned up just a little further on one side. He really wasn't planning to play honestly, after all.]
Mmm, but it's sometimes more fun taking the credits from a place like this, where there are so many more to go around. Dive bars are fun in their own way, though, I won't disagree.
[There's a gesture towards the doors, graceful but lazy, and he looks back at Varric.]
There's always a rougher section of town somewhere. Want to go hunting for it?
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I do want to go hunting for it. Say, long enough for me to figure out what in the name of the Maker any of this shit is. [He jerks his head at some of the games going on nearby.
Varric admitting to not knowing what the hell he's doing? Must be snowing in Hell right now. Savour this moment, Loki.
He turns to head for the door, dodging past somebody who's looking a little bit too eager to get playing and isn't looking where he's going. As if that didn't even happen, he addresses the...human? Sure, that's all he's got to go by...again.] Varric, by the way. Varric Tethras.
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[Very few people ever bother with the titles he's accumulated, and Loki rarely bothers with his patronymic surname considering how he usually feels about either of his fathers.
He falls into step besides Varric, heading for the doors, walking slowly for him to allow for much shorter strides. Varric is barely bicep-height to Loki- but he's used to the dvergr back home, so it's not terribly surprising to see one here.]
Which game would you like explaining? I know the rules to the vast majority of gambling games- particularly if they involve bluffing.
[Lies, after all, are very much part of his repertoire.]
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[Maker, he can't get used to this city on the outside. It's all metal. It's a dwarf's wet dream and worst nightmare all in one unbearably cruel utopian testament to truly talented craftsmanship. He loves it. Bartrand would hate it. Good.]
Why, those are my favourite kinds of gambling games. The kind where telling the truth is discouraged. Which is why it pains me to tell you I haven't got a shitting clue where to even start with what they're playing around here. I don't suppose you know Wicked Grace? Diamondback?
[He's probably barking up the wrong...planet...here, but oh well. The Maker loves a tryer.]