Ultra-Luxe Society (Fallout: NV) [Mousie + HawkPrincess]

[Mousie]

The Ultra-Luxe Society


"The Ultra-Luxe is the most exotic location on the New Vegas Strip. Although competition is at an all time high with nearby casinos, the Ultra-Luxe surpasses its competition with an exotic atmosphere topped off with high class clients. Feeling hungry? Enter The Gourmand and enjoy our extraordinary meat delicacies! Don't have an appetite but wish to relax to a few drinks? Come on down to the cocktail lounge and unwind. Perhaps you're feeling lucky? Join us in the casino where we host some of the most popular casino games on The Strip!" -Ultra-Luxe AD

 

[Zerataku]

Emily walked through the doors of the casino, intent on finding out if the rumors she heard from The Followers were true, that there were cannibals living among them here at the casino and they were the culprits behind several of the members who had gone missing. The guard at the door politely demanded her weapons, and she hesitantly agreed. She wasn't one to part with her sledge, nor her explosives, and if she was going to do what she came here for, she would have to get her weapons back eventually, even if she had to fight for them. People couldn't just come into the Ultra-Luxe asking everyone questions about criminal activity going on and expect nothing to happen, and she wholeheartedly knew that.


She canvassed the floor, looking for anyone she might know as she would begin to question them first. There were a few people here and there who she knew from back in the day, when she still lived in a vault, but seeing as how she hadn't left on a positive note with any of them after losing the vault to Mr. House, she decided that it would be better to steer clear of them. She walked up to the man closest to her, a man who was sitting at the bar with a drink in his hand. He looked powerful, with his large physique and a fancy pinstripe suit which was sometimes hard to come by here, so she would tread carefully with him.


"Excuse me," She tapped him on the shoulder, hoping it would get his attention without angering him, "Excuse me, can I talk to you for a moment?"

 

[Mousie]

Murdoc

Murdoc sat on a bar stool slouched forward. He lazily tipped his first shot glass of the night down his throat. Although he appeared as if he was uninterested in his surroundings, he always had a proud look in his eyes. He knew the best way to pass the time was to get repeatedly drunk until a representative of his employers gave him a task. That's all he was interested in these days. Gambling was off limits, due to it being a complete waste of time and money. Prostitutes were also off limits because of their style of draining caps left and right. So what else was one to do in New Vegas? Get drunk and enjoy the atmosphere. But Murdoc always knew in the back of his mind that The Ultra-Luxe had a sketchy atmosphere. He never trusted the employees in masks, and was always associated with a man that didn't hide his face. His name? Sir Smith.


A generic name to say the least, but it kept things easy between him and Murdoc. Murdoc began to glug down another shot of straight whiskey down his throat when he had a sudden feeling. It was if he was being watched by someone who didn't welcome him. Before he could study the strange feeling in his mind he felt a light tapping on his shoulder. His head darted towards the person tapping and asking a question slowly.


"What can I do you for, little lady?" Murdoc replied in a relaxed tone.

 

[Zerataku]

Emily took a moment to look at him. It was obvious that he had been drinking, she only hoped he wasn't too drunk. He seemed polite and casual enough that shot he had just downed as she was walking up to him didn't matter, but only time would tell. Emily wasn't too fond of drinkers, or druggies for that matter, so she would finished the conversation as fast as she could and get on to someone else.


She chose her words carefully, not wanting to alert anyone to what she was investigating. "I don't mean to pry, but have you noticed anything strange going on around the strip lately?"

 

[Mousie]

Murdoc

Murdoc studied the woman that stood next to him. Her mannerisms were polite, but her appearance was blunt and straight-to-the-point. "You seem to be tense, little lady. Why don't you have a drink on me?" Murdoc tapped gently on the bar stool next to him. He gave her a warm look in his eyes as he pulled out a brand new cigar from his breast pouch. "And to answer your question, no. Nothing unusual around the strip overall but.." His thumb made a thick flicking sound as he tried to ignite the tip of the cigar with his lighter.


Some members of the White Glove Society noticed Emily and faced her direction. One couldn't tell whether they were looking directly at her or not due to their concealed faces under their expressionless masks.

 

[Zerataku]

Emily took him up on his offer, after all she couldn't come in here asking questions like this without being polite. Even though she wasn't much of a drinker, she had to blend in more and become part of the crowd. "Uh, sure I guess, if you insist. How could I say no to a fine gentleman such as yourself?" She sat down on the bar stool, curiosity filling her at his unfinished sentence. She looked at the man handing out the drinks, and motioned toward the bottle of vodka sitting just behind him. "Just a shot, please." She looked up at the man sitting next to her and smiled. "But what? You didn't finish your sentence."