Starlight Casino

[muffinstud]

Vasily carefully makes his way through the tight hallway, stepping over the clutter. He cautiously peers around corners into the larger recreational areas, checking for more recent signs of life. He pauses at Charlie's broadcast and frowns at the evidence before him.

He activates the comms on his suit. "I am doubting that. The crew quarters show signs of great struggle, lots of gunfire. Whatever happened to this place, it was not signup for relaxing vacation. Be on guard with any survivors, yes?" He readies his knife and cautiously presses forward.

Strangely enough, he doesn't see any blood. But its quiet... so quiet. Until... swish... swish... swish... he hears an odd sound up ahead... inside a nearby room.

Vasily tenses at the sound, and slowly makes his way to the room. He keeps his body ready, coiled like a snake about to strike. Prepared for the worst, he peers around the doorframe to investigate the sound.

[Harri-chan]

Those thick curls of blonde hair brushed against his cheeks as he leaned slightly to the side to peek through the door, and he could feel the back of the dress being pulled up by the motion. Something about the large, old fashioned kitchen have off a rather comforting, cosy sort of feeling that briefly numbed the shock of his situation. He drew in a deep breath through his nose, and the delicious smell caused him to close his eyes for a moment, a murmuring spilling from his lips.

As he eyelids fluttered back open, Charlie's focus was utterly dominated by the woman in the blue dress. His adult mind was stirred by her figure, yet he also found himself drawn to her pretty clothes and the gentle hum of her voice. Despite all common sense suggesting he should back away and try another route of escape, the baking smell instead drew him in. The dress rustled about his thighs as he opened the door a little further and took a couple of steps. All he wanted to do was see what she was cooking, but his chesr tightened in panic as the shiny little shoes tapped against the tiled flooring...

[Knight Errant]

"Hah..." Once he figures he's a safe distance away, Alex stops and looks back toward the end of the tunnel. There the creature was, just sitting there, watching him. And that laugh... Could it actually be intelligent? ...Either way, he's clearly not getting down there as long as it's in the way. The real question is what to do about it.

After weighing his options, Alex decides to go back up and find another way down. After all, he's just the tech guy. He may have some combat experience, but that thing seems like it'll be a bit beyond his ability to deal with on his own. As he runs off to find another way, he gives the team another call. "Price again. Just had an encounter with unknown, hostile lifeform. Incredibly quick, sharp claws... Kind of looked like a living mannequin. Be on guard if you see it, or any others. I've got a feeling it has something to do with what's going on."

Mack responds on the radio. "Acknowledged. Try not to engage. We aren't here to bring the thunder. Not yet, anyway."

As he heads up the tunnels... he continues to hear it... the click clacking of its claws and high heels on metal... its creepy echoing giggle... Behind him, down a side passage... up above, through a ventilation shaft. But when he turns to look, its always gone... He could swear he saw once, those pairs of glowing eyes down a hallway... but not more than that. Though the hair on the back of his neck continues to rise... as finally up ahead he sees the ladder up to surface access.

He looks over the various signs of attack. "So Miss would you explain what happened over there?"

The woman blinks. "Ah. We are still renovating and getting all parts of the casino fully operational. Please do not worry about construction projects, everything is fine." She gestures again to the door of the tram.

Vasily tenses at the sound, and slowly makes his way to the room. He keeps his body ready, coiled like a snake about to strike. Prepared for the worst, he peers around the doorframe to investigate the sound.

Vasily peers around the doorframe... ready to strike! And comes across a... rather curvy woman in an old fashioned maid's uniform... sweeping the floor with a broom. Swish... swish... swish...

Those thick curls of blonde hair brushed against his cheeks as he leaned slightly to the side to peek through the door, and he could feel the back of the dress being pulled up by the motion. Something about the large, old fashioned kitchen have off a rather comforting, cosy sort of feeling that briefly numbed the shock of his situation. He drew in a deep breath through his nose, and the delicious smell caused him to close his eyes for a moment, a murmuring spilling from his lips.

As he eyelids fluttered back open, Charlie's focus was utterly dominated by the woman in the blue dress. His adult mind was stirred by her figure, yet he also found himself drawn to her pretty clothes and the gentle hum of her voice. Despite all common sense suggesting he should back away and try another route of escape, the baking smell instead drew him in. The dress rustled about his thighs as he opened the door a little further and took a couple of steps. All he wanted to do was see what she was cooking, but his chesr tightened in panic as the shiny little shoes tapped against the tiled flooring...

Everything about her was so... captivating. Her soft, pretty dress... those wide, round curves... the way she sways as she hums with that melodious voice... the sound as alluring as the woman humming it. Even the delicious smell draws him closer... it was as if all of his senses were being assaulted... luring him closer... even as his mind no doubt tells him to run. But instead he takes another step... then another... his shiny shoes clicking and clacking on the tile floor... all sense of subterfuge lost. He finds himself desperately wanting to run up and bury his soft hands in the silky poofs of her skirts... hugging her tightly.

And then she pauses her humming. "Oooh? Is that you, sweety?" She turns around... the hem of her skirt swishing as it rises from the half twirl... silk and lace bouncing with soft swishes. She looks down at him and smiles... Her face was... perfect. Large eyes, full lips... graceful eyebrows and lashes... all done up immaculately with makeup. He finds himself staring into her big blue eyes... as the thought that they look remarkably alike creeps through his head...

Meanwhile...

In the hold of the Kellion, second Engineer Clarke sits... paging through the info terminal he had wired into the wall. He was trying, as before, to hook himself into the station network. He'd never seen such security on a civilian system before... it was crazy. But he didn't have much better to do... waiting for a rescue was boring work. He had sealed the doors of the ship tight after the work crew had gone dark. Whatever was going on out there, he didn't want a part in it. He'd wait until it all blew over... or until the bulkhead sealing the ship in was lifted.

[Harri-chan]

Charlie's eyes widened, and his mouth fell open as the sight of lace underskirts as the woman turned and her dress swished and flicked just like his did, but when her's did it, it allowed a little more of her womanly thighs to show. Only when the dress had stopped it's movement was he able to pull his gaze away, and look up into that pretty, smiling face with it's large eyes and lovely lips. He no longer felt in control of himself as his feet took another couple of steps closer to her, and then a hand rose from his side, his fingers stretched out as he ran his hand along the edge of her dress, able to feel the soft silk and tickly lace all at the same time. It felt so nice, his other hand was soon doing the same, and then he leaned in, turning her head slightly, blonde curls flicking about as he pressed his cheek up against the cool, blue silk material. He wasn't sure what felt more wonderful, the dress, or the warm, soft body beneath it.

"No... ", he groaned weakly, and it took all his willpower to pull himself back from her, back from her dress. He stumbled back a few steps, a confused, and slightly panicked look upon his youthful face. The dress rustled, those puffed up silky shoulders brushing up against his cheeks as he lifted his arms up and placed his hands on top of his head in disbelief at what was happening to him. He took another look at her and then spun around on his feet and tried to run. The little shoes had almost no grip, and his feet slipped at first on the tails, the dress suddenly feeling so heavy as it swished and pulled, throwing him off his stride. He couldn't shake that feeling of her face looking so similar to his own as he pushed his way back through the kitchen door, and ran across the beautiful apartment. Just like in the bedroom, he went for the door, delicate little hands with the glossy nails grasping at the handle, trying to twist it and pull it open...




Engineer Clarke would start to get the feeling that the security system was almost playing games with him. He'd feel like he was getting closer and closer to cracking the system, and then when on the verge of victory, he'd find himself back to square one, no closer to figuring it out than when he had begun. After this had happened several times, there was a loud thunk from the outside of the ship. It seemed to have come from the side the exterior doors were on, and sent a shudder through the entire vessel. Suddenly a warning came up on his terminal. The ship's computer system was experience several critical errors, and various functions were being shut down. The lights were one of the first to go, shortly followed by all the locks. For a moment or two, he was left in both darkness and silence, before the hold doors slid open. There was a strange humming sound coming from the corridor they opened onto...

[Knight Errant]

Charlie's eyes widened, and his mouth fell open as the sight of lace underskirts as the woman turned and her dress swished and flicked just like his did, but when her's did it, it allowed a little more of her womanly thighs to show. Only when the dress had stopped it's movement was he able to pull his gaze away, and look up into that pretty, smiling face with it's large eyes and lovely lips. He no longer felt in control of himself as his feet took another couple of steps closer to her, and then a hand rose from his side, his fingers stretched out as he ran his hand along the edge of her dress, able to feel the soft silk and tickly lace all at the same time. It felt so nice, his other hand was soon doing the same, and then he leaned in, turning her head slightly, blonde curls flicking about as he pressed his cheek up against the cool, blue silk material. He wasn't sure what felt more wonderful, the dress, or the warm, soft body beneath it.

"No... ", he groaned weakly, and it took all his willpower to pull himself back from her, back from her dress. He stumbled back a few steps, a confused, and slightly panicked look upon his youthful face. The dress rustled, those puffed up silky shoulders brushing up against his cheeks as he lifted his arms up and placed his hands on top of his head in disbelief at what was happening to him. He took another look at her and then spun around on his feet and tried to run. The little shoes had almost no grip, and his feet slipped at first on the tails, the dress suddenly feeling so heavy as it swished and pulled, throwing him off his stride. He couldn't shake that feeling of her face looking so similar to his own as he pushed his way back through the kitchen door, and ran across the beautiful apartment. Just like in the bedroom, he went for the door, delicate little hands with the glossy nails grasping at the handle, trying to twist it and pull it open...




Engineer Clarke would start to get the feeling that the security system was almost playing games with him. He'd feel like he was getting closer and closer to cracking the system, and then when on the verge of victory, he'd find himself back to square one, no closer to figuring it out than when he had begun. After this had happened several times, there was a loud thunk from the outside of the ship. It seemed to have come from the side the exterior doors were on, and sent a shudder through the entire vessel. Suddenly a warning came up on his terminal. The ship's computer system was experience several critical errors, and various functions were being shut down. The lights were one of the first to go, shortly followed by all the locks. For a moment or two, he was left in both darkness and silence, before the hold doors slid open. There was a strange humming sound coming from the corridor they opened onto...

As he desperately runs... some strange urge takes him... after he nearly stumbles from the swishing of his soft dress... he finds himself grabbing the skirts... lifting them slightly as he runs. His cheeks burn with embarrassment over how ridiculous the move must look... but controlling the swish and sway of his skirt makes his little dash so much easier... even as he feels his white hose clad legs rub together as he scampers.

Finally reaching the door... he clasps his soft, warm hands around the knob and... its... its locked! As he tries to tug it open... he hears a rhythmic click... click... swish... high heels on tiled floor... and then carpet. "Honey? Are you okay?" Comes that voice again... sending a shiver down his spine as he hears it. She comes closer... and closer... he could hear her even clearer now... every little swish and sway... soon he could almost swear he could smell her... a mix of flowery perfume and warm sweet baked goods.

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Clarke gulps. "Crap..." He mutters softly. Whatever that was... it couldn't be good. Closing the terminal... he retreats deeper into the hold. Moving slowly and quietly... slipping behind a nest of crates in a dark corner of the ship... hoping whatever it was would move on.

[Harri-chan]

Charlie moaned as he found the main apartment door was locked, and he pressed his face against it, his heart racing as he hear the clicking of heels and swishing of a dress other than his own. His nose twitched as the mix of perfume and baking tickled at his nostrils, and he slowly turned around, his back pressed to the door, and looked up at her. She seemed so tall, he couldn't help but squirm with embarrassment, his hands tugging the dress up a little as they had once again grasped at the skirts out of some kind of instinct.

"Wh-Why are you calling me that?", he whimpered, helplessly gazing up at her full chest, hanging above his eyeline, hugged by her dress and her apron. "What's happened to me?", he continued. He ended up admiring her lips, the soft tone of her voice seeming to linger in his ears. He'd never felt so torn in all his life, wanting to run from her and to her in equal measure. It was enough to drive someone crazy. "Where did all equipment go? I have to report back to... the others", he hesitated slightly. Could he really do that, like this?



The noise was definitely growing louder. Clarke's clothing began to ripple and his hair was tousled as a wind whipped through the hold. It rapidly grew stronger, and he'd realise that unlike a normal wind that might push him if it was strong enough.... this one was pulling him! Heavy crates toppled and clattered across the floor, and without their cover, he could feel himself start to get dragged towards the open doors of the hold! It was so strong he couldn't help but stumble along, but then it grew even more ferocious and he was dragged forward, completely off his feet. Smaller pieces of equipment flew passed him, hurtling down the corridor. Ahead he could see the main exterior doors were wide open, but beyond them was just darkness. The humming was deafening as he got sucked right out of the doors and into some sort of tube that plunged downwards, Clarke sliding along on his chest. It twisted and turned and carried him along until he shot out from the end of it and plunged into a small pool of warm, sweet smelling water...

[Knight Errant]

Charlie moaned as he found the main apartment door was locked, and he pressed his face against it, his heart racing as he hear the clicking of heels and swishing of a dress other than his own. His nose twitched as the mix of perfume and baking tickled at his nostrils, and he slowly turned around, his back pressed to the door, and looked up at her. She seemed so tall, he couldn't help but squirm with embarrassment, his hands tugging the dress up a little as they had once again grasped at the skirts out of some kind of instinct.

"Wh-Why are you calling me that?", he whimpered, helplessly gazing up at her full chest, hanging above his eyeline, hugged by her dress and her apron. "What's happened to me?", he continued. He ended up admiring her lips, the soft tone of her voice seeming to linger in his ears. He'd never felt so torn in all his life, wanting to run from her and to her in equal measure. It was enough to drive someone crazy. "Where did all equipment go? I have to report back to... the others", he hesitated slightly. Could he really do that, like this?



The noise was definitely growing louder. Clarke's clothing began to ripple and his hair was tousled as a wind whipped through the hold. It rapidly grew stronger, and he'd realise that unlike a normal wind that might push him if it was strong enough.... this one was pulling him! Heavy crates toppled and clattered across the floor, and without their cover, he could feel himself start to get dragged towards the open doors of the hold! It was so strong he couldn't help but stumble along, but then it grew even more ferocious and he was dragged forward, completely off his feet. Smaller pieces of equipment flew passed him, hurtling down the corridor. Ahead he could see the main exterior doors were wide open, but beyond them was just darkness. The humming was deafening as he got sucked right out of the doors and into some sort of tube that plunged downwards, Clarke sliding along on his chest. It twisted and turned and carried him along until he shot out from the end of it and plunged into a small pool of warm, sweet smelling water...

She goes down to one knee... the motion causing an eye catching ripple to her curves... even as his vision fills with her. So... close. That pretty face smiles down at him. "Awww... did my baby girl have a bad dream? Come now... I know just the fix for that..." She says warmly... holding out a hand to Charlie. "Come... let mommy make it all better." Everything in him pulls him forwards... desperately wanting to accept the embrace of this strange woman calling herself... mom? No doubt that feels so wrong... yet... strangely right as well...

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Clarke holds on for dear life... grasping onto boxes... then shelves... then heavy equipment... anything, as the suction grows more and more intense. Eventually, his grip slips... and he finds himself pulled bodily out of the hold... through a strange tunnel... then... into water? He thrashes... splashing to the surface and going to wipe it from his eyes... looking around frantically.

[Harri-chan]

Charlie shivered as the woman lowered herself down to her knee, but he ended up reaching out for her hand, curling his little finger around her palm as she pulled him closer to her. He blushed brightly as she referred to him as a girl, but he could tell from the slight snugness in the panties that despite all appearances, he was still a boy. Her chest filled his vision, and he gulped, her perfume overwhelming as he ended up pressed against her silk dress and soft apron. His other arm reached around her, and grasped at the material at the back of her dress, blue eyes peeking up shyly.

"I don't understand... ", he moaned quietly.



The 'room' Clarke was now in was rather small, perhaps fifteen foot in each direction, making it a perfect cube. The walls were white, and rather bright, as if they were emitting some kind of light, which was rather disorientating after the darkness of the tube that had brought him here. The water was all around him, up to his shoulders... that was until it started to drain away. The sweet, flowery smell was so strong, and it was all over him now! As the water levels dropped, Clarke would find that his clothing seemed to be... dissolving? And clumps of hair were coming out from his head... and his body hair was falling away with the slightest brush.

[Knight Errant]

((All you other guys, feel free to chime in any time.))

She giggles... wrapping him up in a soft hug. "Sssssh... its alright, little one... I'm here for you..." As he is pressed against her softness... her warm curves and frilly dress nearly engulfing him as she hugs him tight... his head feeling giddy as the perfume wafts around him.

Finally, she looks down and gives him a kiss on the cheek. "There there... I baked some cookies for you! Would you like some...?"

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Clarke rubs his eyes again... a little painful in the sudden, harsh light. He gasps as the flowery liquid seems to start dissolving his hair and clothes! Was it caustic? Some kind of chemical solvent? He tries to rub it off his skin, worried it would be the next to dissolve...

[Harri-chan]

Charlie's eyes closed as that giggled flowed through his ears, and he murmured quietly, letting himself relax against her. That one hand lightly played with the silk of her dress in the back, while the warm shape of her breasts practically smothered his face. He continued to blush brightly, but there was no sign of trying to fight it as she leaned in and kissed at his red cheek. He took a deep breath, the strong perfume being drawn all the way up his nose, and he felt himself giving his head a little nod when asked if he'd like some cookies. He KNEW this wasn't right, that he shouldn't be acting this way... but everything was just so darn comforting. Would it really be so bad if he took a small delay in reporting back to the others, and had some cookies?



As Clarke rubbed at his skin, it was left smooth and hairless, but whatever was in the water, it didn't hurt or feel uncomfortable at all. His skin looked clean and rather healthy as the water completely drained from the room through little panels of grating in the corners. By this point he was entirely naked, and the more he rubbed, the more the hair came away. There was a noise above as more slits appeared in the ceiling of the room... and a hum started up, quickly growing quite loud as warm air brushed down over him. The last of the hair on his head and body was blown away entirely, the wetness on his skin drying out, just leaving behind the flowery smell.

The ceiling opened up further, and a pair of mechanical arms reached down and plucked Clarke up, lifting him from the room. Everything went dark for a moment as he felt himself being pulled around and then lowered into another much, MUCH smaller space. It was sort of like a dentist's chair, inside a cylindrical room that was barely bigger than it. The tiny space was bathed in a soft red light, and the chair had a recessed space inside, like it had been cut out for a person's body to fit on top of it... except, it wasn't quite a perfect fit. No sooner had Clarke been dropped onto the chair, but something was being pressed down over the top of him! It was similar in shape to the area that had been cut from the chair, covering him, arms and legs and all, even his face!

[Knight Errant]

It was so comforting... everything was so warm, soft, alluring... his 'mother' so pretty... so nice to be around... She gives a beaming smile... sending another shiver down Charlie's spine. "Theres my good girl~" She says... as the boy feels strangely elated by the praise. Maybe it was the way she looked... or the flowery perfume making his head swim... but the longer he is around her, the more he wants to please her... to get more smiles... more hugs... more kisses...

She straightens up... skirts swishing and bobbing... and offers Charlie a well manicured hand... to go lead him back to the kitchen.

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Curiouser and curiouser... he finishes the blowdrying cycle... prodding his arm. At least he wasnt getting a chemical burn... but what was going on? He didnt have much time to think before he is grabbed again... taken through the darkened subworks again as he thrashes... before being deposited somewhere red lit and claustrophobic. He goes to sit up... but before he can even move, suddenly something is pressing down on him from the top!

[Ookalf]

Mack responds on the radio. "Acknowledged. Try not to engage. We aren't here to bring the thunder. Not yet, anyway."

As he heads up the tunnels... he continues to hear it... the click clacking of its claws and high heels on metal... its creepy echoing giggle... Behind him, down a side passage... up above, through a ventilation shaft. But when he turns to look, its always gone... He could swear he saw once, those pairs of glowing eyes down a hallway... but not more than that. Though the hair on the back of his neck continues to rise... as finally up ahead he sees the ladder up to surface access.

"Don't worry, I'm doing everything I can to avoid it!" With the creature still following him, Alex makes a beeline to the ladder and starts climbing as fast as he can.

[Knight Errant]

"Don't worry, I'm doing everything I can to avoid it!" With the creature still following him, Alex makes a beeline to the ladder and starts climbing as fast as he can.

He starts climbing... and as he does... he hears it... Click clack clang click! Its coming for him! Hie heart beats rapidly in his chest as he climbs... climbs... then... the hatch! Fumbling with the override... he manages to finally get it to swing open... revealing the brightly lit casino floor. He pulls himself up and looks down to close the hatch... seeing the mannequin's face giggling at him from the darkness below as the hatch closes with a clang...

Surrounding him is the main casino floor... lights, games, restaurants and bars... he could really use a drink...

[Ookalf]

"Hah... Hah..." After making sure the hatch is sealed nice and tight, Alex takes a moment to look around the room while he catches his breath. "Phew..."

Upon spotting the bar, Alex does briefly consider grabbing a drink to calm his nerves... But on the other hand, considering the kind of dangerous situation they're in, pretty much the last thing he needs is alcohol impairing his judgement. Thus, he settles for just sitting at the bar while he checks his blueprint for any alternate paths toward his goal.

[muffinstud]

Vasily pauses and looks the girl over. A maid? Well, this was some sort of resort, so people dressed up isn't too odd a thing to encounter. Still... those signs of struggle weren't exactly reassuring. He takes a step into the room, blocking the exit and taking an offensive stance. "Don't move. I am needing to ask you what happened here. You will not give me any trouble, yes?"