Starlight Casino

[Knight Errant]

"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.

He sits at the bar... catching his breath and letting his heart settle. He seems to be in the southern part of the main casino area... Perhaps he could try and go to the administration tower instead? Or he could go north, east, or west to sublevel access in a different section of the station. Its up to him. He'd just have to be careful about-

"Oooh? Hello there." Comes a sudden voice from behind the bar. A tattoed woman in glasses, and a tight blouse and skirt steps out into view from behind a rack of bottles. "Are you the new help...?"

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?"

The woman sweeps up a few tossed ration packets and empty bottles of water... scooping them into a portable dematerializer. She looks over to Vasily, blinks those big eyes... and... curtsies. "Hello there... do you need some directions?"

[Harri-chan]

Charlie squirmed as the woman straightened up, and her poofed out dress brushed against him in the process. He gazed at her hand before grasping onto it, and quietly walked with her back to the kitchen, both dresses rustling together. Maybe if he behaved, she'd... help him let the others know what had happened. He shivered at the sound of his own little shoes pattering across the tiles, and against glimpsed reflections of the frilly dress as he walked by glossy cupboards and the glass-fronted oven.

"Have you... heard about any problems at the resort?", he asked, blonde curls rolling across his shoulders and down his back as he turned his head to look up at the towering woman when they came to a stop.




There was a great pressure from above for a moment, stopping Clarke lift himself from the almost horizontal position he was in. Even his limbs were pressed down. A warmth began to surround him, and he could feel a slight shifting of the mould above and below him, reshaping to match his body. As holes opened up around his eyes, he was able to look down and see he was in a full bodysuit, made from some kind of material that was just a tiny bit too rubbery to be real flesh. What's more... it had a pair of large breasts, a thin waist, wide hips, plump thighs... and remarkably detailed female genitalia between the thighs! It was a woman suit! It was pulled so tight against his face, holes opening up against his nostrils and lips, while light blue hair fell into his vision slightly, and tumbled over his shoulders.

The pressure eased, and he found he was able to sit up, move his arms and legs again. His fingernails were long and the same light blue as the hair, but no matter how much they explored, they would find no seam on the bodysuit. Nothing to dig into and tug it off. It didn't feel particularly bulky or cumbersome, and apart from the areas where it was clearly bulking out his figure, it actually seemed rather thin.

[Knight Errant]

Indeed... he could see reflections of himself nearly everywhere in the kitchen... it was kept so spotless. Even when he glances down in shame... there it is, reflected in the tiled floor his shiny shoes clack against... he can see the mass of ruffled petticoats under his skirt... and even a hint of his pink panties... reflected up at him from the floor.

Regardless, his 'mom' happily takes him back to the kitchen... walking over to the counter... where there are a bunch of cookies sitting on a cooling rack. She daintily picks up a few... putting on a pink floral patterned china plate... and offering them to him. The cookies are huge... with big chunks of melty dark chocolate oozing through them.

She giggles again. "Mmm... well they are still getting things set up... but everything is wonderful... isnt it?"

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The pressure made it hard to breathe as it pressed down... crushing him from all sides. Arms... legs... waist... face. He squirms uselessly against it until finally the pressure ends... replaced by a strange warmth flowing around him... And then he could see! And breathe... he sits up... panting a bit... and notices the strange weight pulling on his chest... and the locks of hair falling into vision. "W-what the hell?" He looks down... eyes widening as he prods the... suit? Feeling the slightly rubbery flesh. Shaking his head, he pulls and tugs at it... trying to get it off somehow.

[Harri-chan]

Charlie glanced down, and his eyes widened a little as he followed the reflection of his legs in the shiny tiles, and blushed brightly when he saw the pink panties beneath the dress. Of course, it made sense, but for some reason it was still a shock to actually see it, and his hands gently tried to push down the front of the dress. However, as soon as he let go to reach for the floral plate, it sprung back up with a swish. His feet shifted, moving a little more closely together.

It felt a somehow feminine stance to take, but it left less pink panties reflecting in the tiles below as he marvelled at the cookies. The smell drifting up to his nose was delicious, and he took a moment to savour that before carefully grasping at one of the cookies with a hand. For some reason, he felt rather apprehensive about making a mess of either the floor or his clothes, and was very, very careful as he brought the cookie to his lips and took a very little bit from it. He chewed and swallowed, blue eyes looking up to her again, nodding in agreement with her comment on the resort.

"It is... but people have gone missing... I'm supposed to find them... ".




The sensation of tugging or pulling was rather strange. The bodysuit was so snug, there was no movement of it against his actual skin. It was like he was tugging and pulling on his own body. There was more! When he spoke, his words came out... distorted. The tone was higher, and it was softer. It was like a woman's voice. There was a loud hissing, and the 'dentist chair' began to tilt upwards. Just as Clarke started to slide, the floor opened up and he was falling again. He felt a tickle shoot up his legs, his feet plunging down into dress that was then tugged up over his body from the fall. He landed on a soft bed, the dress half way up around him, a pair of silky panties beneath it, and black tights covering his feminine legs. Before he could recover, someone was feeding his arms through the sleeves of the dress, and then zipped it up in the back.

The room had pink and white striped wallpaper, with pink carpets. The bed sheets were cream, with pink and white flowers all over them. There was a chest of drawers either side of the bed, and a vanity table with a large mirror in front of it. These were all painted cream, just like the wardrobes to one side, and the door on the other. Beside the bed was a slightly plump girl with pale skin and orange hair. She was in a similar outfit to Clarke. There was a black silk dress, with short puffed shoulders, and a white apron over the front. The skirt was flared out with white ruffled petticoats, not even covering half her thighs, and her long legs were clad in black tights, while a pair of black heels were worn on her feet.

[Knight Errant]

It felt feminine... but somehow... right... to stand with his hose clad legs together... shiny shoes nearly touching. And taking the cookie daintily... one of his pinkies pointing out as he does so. He finds that he does want to keep the floor clean... and his pretty dress immaculate... So he takes a careful nibble and... oooooh. The cookie is so warm, rich, and sweet... its like a little disc of heaven...

His mommy giggles again. "Awww... are you playing pretend detective again? Such an imaginative little girl~'' She pats him on his soft, curly head as he stands there... legs together... one hand out at the level of his hip... the other carefully bringing a cookie to his soft face... nibbling ever so carefully.

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Clarke was still trying to tug it off as he makes his sudden fall... flailing as he is sent down another dark tunnel... then suddenly he feels something against his legs? Wha? And then around his hips and lower chest as a pile of black silk bunches around him... finally he lands on a soft bed with a bounce... And then a moment later, someone caught his flailing arms... feeding them through the sleeves and poofy shoulders of the dress... before zipping the back up. He twists around... seeing the pale, orange skinned girl. "W-who are you? Whats going on?" He demands... wincing again at his odd voice.

[Ookalf]

He sits at the bar... catching his breath and letting his heart settle. He seems to be in the southern part of the main casino area... Perhaps he could try and go to the administration tower instead? Or he could go north, east, or west to sublevel access in a different section of the station. Its up to him. He'd just have to be careful about-

"Oooh? Hello there." Comes a sudden voice from behind the bar. A tattoed woman in glasses, and a tight blouse and skirt steps out into view from behind a rack of bottles. "Are you the new help...?"

"What the-!?" Still somewhat on edge, Alex automatically jumps off his stool and backs away from the bar when he hears the voice. Once he sees that it came from a human, though, he stops himself from pulling his gun and takes a deep breath before he replies. "What... I don't work here, if that's what you're asking. And who exactly are you? Do you have any idea what's going on here?"

[muffinstud]

Vasily eyes the maid warily. "No. But you will tell me what you know. What happened to the crew that lived here? Are there any other survivors?"

[Knight Errant]

"What the-!?" Still somewhat on edge, Alex automatically jumps off his stool and backs away from the bar when he hears the voice. Once he sees that it came from a human, though, he stops himself from pulling his gun and takes a deep breath before he replies. "What... I don't work here, if that's what you're asking. And who exactly are you? Do you have any idea what's going on here?"

She smiles a little staring at him for a moment before replying. "I'm the bartender, of course. I work here." She looks around the relatively empty casino. "Slow day." She mutters.

Vasily eyes the maid warily. "No. But you will tell me what you know. What happened to the crew that lived here? Are there any other survivors?"

The woman tilts her head. "They left quite a mess." She says, sweeping more of the detritus of the former shelter into a trash bin.

[Harri-chan]

Charlie couldn't believe the cookies tasted even better than they had looked. Still, despite this, he managed to restrain himself from gobbling them down one after the other, and continued to eat very properly, little nibbles, chewing each mouthful before swallowing it. He blushed at her giggle, and leaned into her hand slightly when she reached to put his blonde head. It was just like the woman at the desk. She seemed to be entirely under the impression he was someone else, and wasn't going to listen to anything else. The only thing he was left wondering about was wether they'd both been tricked into thinking this... or if they were part of whatever had gone wrong at the resort.

"Um.... didn't you hear about the people that went missing... Mommy?", he asked, hesitating just a little before referring to her as that. It felt so strange.

"They came here about a week ago... to fix some broken machines... ".




Her skin was pale white, and it was her hair that was orange. A very bright orange at that. She looked a little nervous as Clarke spun around, his new dress rustling about his round thighs.

"My name is Alice... ", she introduces herself. "I'm sorry about this... ", she adds, before lowering herself down to her knees, where she begins to slip a pair shiny black high heels onto Clarke's feet. Strangely, he found no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull his feet back and away from them. Rather his legs suddenly went quite rigid until they were on. At this point she rose back up and took his arm, helping him to his feet. The shoes altered his posture drastically, his chest pushed forward, his full bottom pushed out slightly behind. If he'd been someone else admiring the way he now looked, he'd have found it rather sexy.

[Knight Errant]

It did feel so strange... but when he calls her mom... a warm tingle washes through him... Was it from the cookies? Or from calling her mom... Either way, for a moment he cant help but squirm in his little shoes... everything feeling so... right. As his dress swishes about his thighs... his toes squirming in their soft, shiny confines... his silky hair brushing against his shoulders... The warm cookie in his dainty hands... Everything is right... he is a good little girl...

His mommy continues to stroke his hair gently... "Ooooh? Are you hearing silly stories again? Maybe from the other kids at daycare...? Dont fret, little one. You wont go missing... mommy is here to protect you..."

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Clarke frowns at the feeling of his dress... looking confused as the woman... apologizes? "Whats going on here... Hey! Don't do that!" He exclaims as she goes to put a pair of high heels on his feet... trying to pull away... but finding to his horror his legs strangely locked in place until the feminine footwear is slipped on. And then he is pulled to his feet... his posture altering drastically... Looking down at his breasts in their new confines being pushed out so... a blush goes to his cheeks... and he tries to straighten up and get into a less provocative pose.

[Harri-chan]

Charlie leaned in against the woman, feeling himself relax as she stroked at his curly hair. He felt tired of trying to convince these women of who he was, and why he was here. His face pressed against her apron, and he closed his eyes. It wasn't clear what had caused that pleasant, warm tingle... but there seemed one way to find out...

"Thanks, Mommy... ", he murmured, and squirmed as he felt it again, a quiet murmur slipping from his lips. He could feel some of his energy fading away, and put the half-eaten cookie back onto the floral plate before curling up his hands to rub at his eyes.




"I can't help it... ", she says, and her hands grasp at the sides of her skirt, lifting it a little as she bends her knees and bows her head forward and a curtsey. Moments later, Clarke felt his arms moving against his will... hands grasping at the skirt... which rustled as it was pulled up, and just like Alice had, he bent his knees and returned her gesture.

"It's the suits... they can control them... ", she whispered. She certainly didn't look as if she was wearing any kind of suit... but neither did Clarke. He could see in the mirror of the vanity table just how convincing the new look was.

[Knight Errant]

It was so nice to be near her pretty mommy... her presence was so comforting... She tut tuts as Charlie rubs his eyes. "Awww... is my little girl sleepy? Would you like me to tuck you in...?" She offers... still hugging him softly... slowly stroking his hair...

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Clarke acks! His hands grasping the skirt... lifting it up as he bobs down... curtsying in those high heels. He looks around frantically as he struggles against it... finally stopping as he spots a mirror. He peers into it... apprehensive, but at the same time... he needs to know what they did to him.

[muffinstud]

Vasily keeps his distance, and maintains the stance with his knife. "I care nothing for their mess. Where did they go?"

[Ookalf]

She smiles a little staring at him for a moment before replying. "I'm the bartender, of course. I work here." She looks around the relatively empty casino. "Slow day." She mutters.

"I can only imagine... Don't suppose you'd know why no one's been able to call this place for weeks? Or what happened to the last group that came here?" Of course, there's also the matter of the monster living in the utility tunnels, but Alex figures he'll save that question for now. One step at a time, and all that.

[Knight Errant]

Vasily keeps his distance, and maintains the stance with his knife. "I care nothing for their mess. Where did they go?"

The maid blink blinks. "Where did who go? Are you lost...?" She smiles up at him... setting her broom aside for a moment as she starts walking towards him... her every movement fluid...

"I can only imagine... Don't suppose you'd know why no one's been able to call this place for weeks? Or what happened to the last group that came here?" Of course, there's also the matter of the monster living in the utility tunnels, but Alex figures he'll save that question for now. One step at a time, and all that.

The barkeep blinks. "Is that so? Well things are still under construction. No doubt it will all be fixed soon." She shrugs. "Would you like a drink...?"