Hehe, ok. :) I do find the idea of two RPG's coming together quite insane... and I like that.
But where's our three slaves? I find their lack of faith disturbing.
@Zerox: So is Shoal a Drone(breeding) or a Worker(sterile)? You can't pick both, you know.

I thought a drone was a different term for worker, wasn't it? Brain...hurts...

Feh, I'll change it.

OOC: Created a few characters to fill in the remaining gap.
WE ARE BEGINNING!
IC:
The mighty business titan Yaj Ranrs sat near the top of the Palace's central tower, gazing over the skyline of Airyssa and letting the cool wind sweep through and ripple his golden suit. He observed the first hints of sunrise, the auburn streaks of light flying across the sky and illuminating it. He continued to gaze at this beautiful site for several minutes, until a cloud fully flew away suddenly. He thought he saw something in the wind, then when the first streak of light touched his aged face, he heard a heart stopping crash. Yaj looked down, seeing an enormous dust cloud, then a thud, then a golden burst of light that spat out a battered train, which thudded forth, stopping just short of breaking any of his property. Yaj sighed, and turned to walk back into the executive offices. He walked past the 2 million dollar atrium and miniature antique museum, and the many other things in his office, and accessed the executive lift, shooting down in a millisecond down to the Board of Directors quarters. He saw Bernie and his wife sitting on the couch, having an intimate moment. He waited, then spoke;
"Bernie, could you go down and check what the hell is going on out there? An Oddamn train just came out of nowhere and nearly broke a wall."
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Bernie sighed, and replied to Yaj;
"Yes, sir."
Bernie walked up to and accessed the lift, after moments of retinal scanning and body scanning. He walked in and waited for the lift to reach the ground floor, which it whizzingly did in a mere minute. He stepped out and walked out of the building, pulling up his cloak and pulling out his Humsman pistol;
"Who goes there? Do you have permission to be on the premesis?"

OOC: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Everyone's doing it all at once! :O s'all cool though, I like lots of posts to reply to.
IC:
Terry grinned widely as he accepted Bernie's handshake, though Thompy was a little more reluctant. After listening to his instructions, Terry nodded.
'Will do, Mr. Vykkers, sir! Hope to see you round.' turning to Thompy, he added; 'Shall we go, then?'
'Oh-! Err, of course.' Taking a quick glance at the strange crowd that had suddenly gathered behind them, he picked up his two suit cases in his upper arms and started making his way through the great, shining doors.
‘I believe the ground lobby is somewhere to our left.’ Terry chuckled. ‘I think you’re getting a bit ahead of yourself.’
‘Ground lobby? Whatever for-‘
‘Thompy, we still need to tell the people we’re here, you know. They’ll think we’re terrorists!’ Terry laughed as Thompy frowned and sighed in exasperation.
‘Well, let’s go to the lobby, and then make desperate bids for freedo- I mean, get to our jobs.’ Thompy huffed, and turned to follow Terry to wherever this ground lobby nonsense was, grumbling.

They reached a tall tower in the middle of what looked like a huge security sleeping hut.
‘Here we go. The autofones would be on the bottom floor, I presume.’ Terry announced unnecessarily. Thompy walked up to a desk, which had a single fone perched next to what looked like a miniature filing cabnet.
‘Blast these new-fangled contraptions...’ he cursed as he tried to fid the numbers on the dial. ‘Why can’t they have the- oh here we go.’ He cut off suddenly as someone spoke to him on the other end.
Terry waited politely as he gave his details.
‘Yes, James Robert Thompson Jr... that’s ‘Thompson’ with an H and a P, if you please... yes. Pit Boss. No, Pit, Boss...yes... no, I’m not diabetic... yes... err, Dystychiphobia. No, not distich my hernia...’ Thompy made several indignant glances at Terry, who was doing all he could not to erupt into tears of laughter. ‘No, I’m not asthmatic... No... that’s all? Excellent, thank you.’
‘My turn?’ Terry asked as Thompy hung up, shoulders twitching as he hid his mirth.
‘Please.’
‘Thanks.’ Taking the fone, he held it up to his ear, twisting the dial. After a few moments of static crackling, he heard an automated female voice.
“Welcome to Ranrs Francium Palace job application. If you would like to apply for a job, please state your full name clearly into your fone.”Terry’s face fell slightly, and glanced at Thompy, who had a let’s-see-how-you-like-it sort of look on his face.
‘Uuh, Terrence McSplode.’ Terry said loudly and clearly.
”Is your name Terrence McSinnans?”
‘No, Terrence McSplode!’
“Is your name Terrence McSpoodle?”
‘No! Terrence M-C-S-P-L-O-D-E!!!’ Terry almost shouted into the speaker. The automated voice paused for a few seconds, apparently churning over this new name. Then-
”Is your name Terrence McSplode?”
‘YES!’
“Terrence McSplode, please state the occupation you wish to apply for.”
‘Check-in person.’
”Terrence McSplode, are you applying for Check-In Person?”
*sigh*’Yes.’
”Terrence McSplode, I will now require you to answer some medical questions. Do you suffer from diabetes?”
‘No.’
”Terrence McSplode, do you have any type of Phobia which may prevent you from working to your full capacity?”
‘No.’
”Terrence McSplode, are you an asthmatic?”
‘No.’
”Terrence McSplode, (he was getting quite annoyed at the machine repeating his name by now) are you under any sort of medication which needs a doctor’s prescription?”
‘No...’
”Thankyou for using YerTrap automated communications system. Your application will be processed shortly.”
‘Finally!’ Terry threw the fone speaker back onto it’s holder. ‘I hate this place, let’s go back.’
‘A bit grumpy now, are we?’ Thompy smiled lightly, following him out the door of the empty building, and they both headed back to the front of the casino.’

Once again, Thompy made his way up the stairs of the casino, without another look at Terry.
'I suppose this is farewell, then?' Terry called. Thompy looked at him, and made a sort of inclination with the corners of his mouth that was an attept at a smile.
'You'll see me around, Terrence, I'm sure.'
'Heh, I'll try and come find you in my breaks, you can be sure of that.'
'Oh, lovely.'

After they said their goodbyes, Terry picked up his luggage (which was quite a bit more than Thompy's had been) and looked at the Big Bro.
'I guess you're supposed to follow me. Well, let's go then.' Walking off with a sort of renewed bounce in his step, he headed down the white limestone pavement path, past a tall neatly-trimmed hedge, and came to another tall building, with a great, steel sign saying "RANRS FRANCIUM HOTEL".
'This must be the place' Terry muttered to himself.

Meanwhile, Thompy climbed the stairs and went through the doors to the casino. Gently placing his luggage behind the desk in the reception area, his eyes were immediately met by a huge room, countless slot machines stood around the walls like brightly-lit soldiers, and gambling tables were everywhere it seemed convenient. Breathing out a sigh of awe, he muttered something quietly to himself.
'...I'm home.'

OOC: The train was the Lulu's Oddysee one.

OOC:...Oh. *feels stupid* Well my guys could have been on the same train... I suppose. It might make sense. Yeah, they got on the train after the guys from Lulu's Oddysee, so they missed the time-travelling sequence. Yeah. Let's go with that.

IC:
Bernie walked up further to a Clakker and a Chronicler. He put away his pistol, and put forward his hands towards the Chroniclers' and Clakkers' ;
"Sorry about all that. My name is Bernie Vykkers, I'm the head auctioneer and vice president of this facility. Along with my boss, the honourable Yaj Ranrs, and my wife, we run the place. Well that, and there's the three janitor performers, Grou, Chic and Zep. What a coincidence you happen to be a check in fellow, that's exactly what we need. Go over into the big tower I came from and go to one of the autofones. There's instructions posted, so you should do fine. You too, our new pit boss. When you're done, go to the first level of the hotel and casino respectively."

OOC: Wouldn't the train seem particularly odd, being it's a future model than from this time period?

IC: Before he realised what was happening, the train suddenly crashed, shaking even Salve. He stood up. This was a very odd feeling. He felt...younger, somehow. He couldn't quite pin it down. He retained everything else, though his memories were a tad fuzzy, he mostly remembered everything. What had happened...he looked out the window. A Clakker and a Chronicler had appeared from somewhere, and got off the train to a Vykker. He looked at the buildings. They looked sorta outdated slightly, but new. Looking out the back of the train, there was no tunnel or railing like they'd been in before, just a skid mark. Maybe they'd been caught in a terrible storm and lifted, or...wait. Those Mudokons. There was so many of them, who knows what they'd done? Teleported them? but then, why did he feel, and along with everyone else, seem to look somehow younger...wait, they couldn't have. A time warp? Everything seemed to add up, but...oh Odd, he couldn't care less. The nearest door was jammed, so he smashed out the wall instead out onto the ground, Brudda following. He patted the smoother and slightly healthier looking mutt, and went up to the Vykker. He looked around, then look back to it "Hey, where are we? And whut year is this? Dere's some strange shit goin' on..."

OOC: How would a slave make an entrance here? Through a train of some sort, or...?

OOC: The LO train is probably old. Slave's would get dropped off by vans.
IC: Bernie turned to a new Slig coming out of the train and stared at him like he was possessed;
"You are in Ranrs Francium Palace, the best of the best for casino's on Oddworld. It is located near the endpoint of Highway 52, near the southern entrance of Airyssia. The year is 497 AAA or, after the age of alchemy. Why do you ask? Are you confused or traumatised? My nephew is a doctor, he can help you."

OOC: I'm not too familiar with Lulu's Oddysee, but I think I understand most of it.
IC: Rus walked out of the prison complex a look of wearisomeness and sorrow on his face. Everything he worked for (stole rather) was gone. He now had to get a job to support himself or die on the streets. As he walked through the city, he examined every building very closely. He knew that the mort extravagant the building, the higher the pay.
The search for a knew job was now a three hour journey. Rus was becoming famished and thirsty. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a vending machine and a drinking fountain side by side. He took a sip from the fountain and waited until the right kind of civilian came along. After a few moments of waiting, a glukkon pud came walked past Rus. Swiftly and stealthly, Rus pickpocketed the glukkon. The glukkon didn't notice a thing and continued on his mary way. Rus opened the wallet, only to find that it was completely empty. Sighing, he dropped it and continued on his sear for a job.
He continued his search until dusk. That's when he saw it. It was a magnifisant looking complex with several buildings, all decorated with some of the finest things he had ever seen. This was definatly the place he would get a job at.
Rus approached the area, his sorrow replaced with hope. As neared the building, he saw several creatures, and really out of place train. It was nothing like any train he had seen before. He thought about that until he came closer to the scene. From the scene, he guessed the vykker probably worked. "Where could I find a job here," he asked the vykker, though his eyes were still on the train, puzzeled by what type of train it could be.

OOC: I appearz! I'm thinking maybe their younger selves can go back in time and their older selves stay in the city and start getting memories of what is going on.

IC
Lulu, Mike, Vobos and Tangla all tripped out after Salve. They all looked at each other as Salve spoke to someone. They were younger.

Lulu was still smelly, wearing cheap clothes but was a younger adult and wore huge glasses. Mike was in his teenage years and still wore his cap that was slightly too big for him. Vobos was also a young adult, and lacked the thick black stitiches on his head. Tangla was a young rat, not anthromorphic looking anymore but mutated with bigger buck teeth, a raised face and a long trailing tail. Her horde of ratz were nowhere in sight. She squeaked up at Salve as Mike looked around the fancy looking place nervously and Vobos rubbed his large head.

"Where...Am I?" He spoke in a less wackier voice. Terrified at seeing he was different, Mike passed a pleading look to Salve and listened to the vykker's words. They weren't in the city anymore.

OOC: Part of the point of moving the characters as because no one else was doing anything in LO, and nothing much was happening, and we literally moved the characters.

IC: "Wha-497!? Last thing I knew, we was in 507. Those Muds musta...but how? Guh..." Salve dropped to the floor in bewilderment, and put his head in his hands to think this over. Right, he was in the past somewhere. Where Big bros around at this point in time? Yeah, he was over 10 alright, so he was around then...however, his weapon technology may be a little more advanced. he'd had this thing for a awhile, but not 10 years...he didn't think so, anyway. And he had had it updated/upgraded every now and then, so it would still be more advanced. He'd never heard of this...Francium Palace or whatever it was. Well, maybe he'd have to get a job or something round here somewhere. He stood up and looked at the others in their new forms. The mutant Rat had been transformed to it's previous state, but still was just as intelligent. He picked her up, and sat her on his shoulder, and then turned to the others "I think we...may have been time-teleported to this place. The year is 497, apparently..." Salve shook, almost unable to get a grip on what was happening. This better not be a hoax...he collected himself again "Okay, so we're near some casino thing. We may be able to get jobs there, or somewhere in this hood. To my knowledge, there's normally a hotel or summat nearby, maybe we should try there first...lemme ask, then I'll get back to yous" he turned back to the Vykker "Okay, do you know if there's any hotels 'round here?"

IC: Bernie turned to address all of the gathering crowd;
"ALL of you, alleged time travellers or not, follow me into the building and follow the instructions posted to become employees.

If you'd rather be customers of this fine place, pay your entrance fee of either $25 for level 1 luxury, $50 for level 2, $500 for level 3, or $2000 for level 4. Mr Clakker, once you've signed up head to the first level of the hotel.

Big Bro Slig, head over to the first level of the casino.

Mr Chronicler, follow him and coordinate activities on that first level. Mr normal Slig, go and follow the Clakker and guard the hotel.

Mr Intern, Mr Vykker, if you have any medical training, you could join our currently empty on site medical team. If not, then you could become janitors, security guards, or bureaucrats. My wife sure could need it.

Mr Pud, are you good at management? We've still got two openings for the job of pit boss.'

EDIT: Whoops, double post.

OOC: Sry short post.

IC: Salve turned back to the others "'kay guys, hotel or work. Which will it be? You can always get a job later. if you want to think it over, we'll go for the hotel, I can pay for it, is till got plenty down here" he tapped his pants.

OOC: Lol, plenty down here.

OOC: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Everyone's doing it all at once! :O s'all cool though, I like lots of posts to reply to.
IC:
Terry grinned widely as he accepted Bernie's handshake, though Thompy was a little more reluctant. After listening to his instructions, Terry nodded.
'Will do, Mr. Vykkers, sir! Hope to see you round.' turning to Thompy, he added; 'Shall we go, then?'
'Oh-! Err, of course.' Taking a quick glance at the strange crowd that had suddenly gathered behind them, he picked up his two suit cases in his upper arms and started making his way through the great, shining doors.
‘I believe the ground lobby is somewhere to our left.’ Terry chuckled. ‘I think you’re getting a bit ahead of yourself.’
‘Ground lobby? Whatever for-‘
‘Thompy, we still need to tell the people we’re here, you know. They’ll think we’re terrorists!’ Terry laughed as Thompy frowned and sighed in exasperation.
‘Well, let’s go to the lobby, and then make desperate bids for freedo- I mean, get to our jobs.’ Thompy huffed, and turned to follow Terry to wherever this ground lobby nonsense was, grumbling.

They reached a tall tower in the middle of what looked like a huge security sleeping hut.
‘Here we go. The autofones would be on the bottom floor, I presume.’ Terry announced unnecessarily. Thompy walked up to a desk, which had a single fone perched next to what looked like a miniature filing cabnet.
‘Blast these new-fangled contraptions...’ he cursed as he tried to fid the numbers on the dial. ‘Why can’t they have the- oh here we go.’ He cut off suddenly as someone spoke to him on the other end.
Terry waited politely as he gave his details.
‘Yes, James Robert Thompson Jr... that’s ‘Thompson’ with an H and a P, if you please... yes. Pit Boss. No, Pit, Boss...yes... no, I’m not diabetic... yes... err, Dystychiphobia. No, not distich my hernia...’ Thompy made several indignant glances at Terry, who was doing all he could not to erupt into tears of laughter. ‘No, I’m not asthmatic... No... that’s all? Excellent, thank you.’
‘My turn?’ Terry asked as Thompy hung up, shoulders twitching as he hid his mirth.
‘Please.’
‘Thanks.’ Taking the fone, he held it up to his ear, twisting the dial. After a few moments of static crackling, he heard an automated female voice.
“Welcome to Ranrs Francium Palace job application. If you would like to apply for a job, please state your full name clearly into your fone.”Terry’s face fell slightly, and glanced at Thompy, who had a let’s-see-how-you-like-it sort of look on his face.
‘Uuh, Terrence McSplode.’ Terry said loudly and clearly.
”Is your name Terrence McSinnans?”
‘No, Terrence McSplode!’
“Is your name Terrence McSpoodle?”
‘No! Terrence M-C-S-P-L-O-D-E!!!’ Terry almost shouted into the speaker. The automated voice paused for a few seconds, apparently churning over this new name. Then-
”Is your name Terrence McSplode?”
‘YES!’
“Terrence McSplode, please state the occupation you wish to apply for.”
‘Check-in person.’
”Terrence McSplode, are you applying for Check-In Person?”
*sigh*’Yes.’
”Terrence McSplode, I will now require you to answer some medical questions. Do you suffer from diabetes?”
‘No.’
”Terrence McSplode, do you have any type of Phobia which may prevent you from working to your full capacity?”
‘No.’
”Terrence McSplode, are you an asthmatic?”
‘No.’
”Terrence McSplode, (he was getting quite annoyed at the machine repeating his name by now) are you under any sort of medication which needs a doctor’s prescription?”
‘No...’
”Thankyou for using YerTrap automated communications system. Your application will be processed shortly.”
‘Finally!’ Terry threw the fone speaker back onto it’s holder. ‘I hate this place, let’s go back.’
‘A bit grumpy now, are we?’ Thompy smiled lightly, following him out the door of the empty building, and they both headed back to the front of the casino.’

Once again, Thompy made his way up the stairs of the casino, without another look at Terry.
'I suppose this is farewell, then?' Terry called. Thompy looked at him, and made a sort of inclination with the corners of his mouth that was an attept at a smile.
'You'll see me around, Terrence, I'm sure.'
'Heh, I'll try and come find you in my breaks, you can be sure of that.'
'Oh, lovely.'

After they said their goodbyes, Terry picked up his luggage (which was quite a bit more than Thompy's had been) and looked at the Big Bro.
'I guess you're supposed to follow me. Well, let's go then.' Walking off with a sort of renewed bounce in his step, he headed down the white limestone pavement path, past a tall neatly-trimmed hedge, and came to another tall building, with a great, steel sign saying "RANRS FRANCIUM HOTEL".
'This must be the place' Terry muttered to himself.

Meanwhile, Thompy climbed the stairs and went through the doors to the casino. Gently placing his luggage behind the desk in the reception area, his eyes were immediately met by a huge room, countless slot machines stood around the walls like brightly-lit soldiers, and gambling tables were everywhere it seemed convenient. Breathing out a sigh of awe, he muttered something quietly to himself.
'...I'm home.'

OOC: Please edit that to include sequences of getting a job in the main building with the autofones.

*Edits last post*
Is that ok?

OOC: Yes. TENCHARACTERS.
IC: Bernie went back into the tower with the Clakker and Chronicler. He watched as they worked the machines and walked out towards their jobs. He opened the door on the tower for a second and called out to the crowd;
"If you want a job, go into here. If you want to stay at the hotel, go where the Clakker McSplode went. If you want to go and game, go over where the Chronicler Thompson went."

OOC: Hohoho, you lot have gone mad. Sorry for not being around, so busy you wouldn’t believe. Still half dead too. Anyway, *claps hands* here is the stone rollin’. Okay, one question, how do my fellas get there? Probably says, but my eyes went funny, all gummy and the like. (thought I went blind…)

OOC: You could enter via the anamolous train. Your character, and all others, MUST SIGN UP IN THE LOBBY USING THE AUTOFONE AS MARVAK HAS DONE.

OOC: Would our characters be answering the same questions of the autofone as Marvak's characters have done? On one hand, it would make sense that the same employment agency would ask the same questions. On the other hand, I wouldn't want to be stealing other's ideas.

OOC: Yes, I recommend you should do it, for consistency's sake.

OOC; Rightie Boss.
Alex stepped from the train, his dress rippling. His face surveyed the area and he broke into a large, pleasant smile and exclaimed,
“Oh, look at this place! So pretty and shinny!” He breathed deeply and was almost shoved over by the BigBro who stomped out after him. Maxwell blinked, his eyes adjusting to the light, and boomed,
“What ya waiting for Allie? Aren’t gonna move?”
Alex blinked and said, “Oh sorry darling, I forgot.” Alex moved out of Maxwell’s way, and started to hum lightly. Maxwell snorted, and shook his head. Alex seemed too busy admiring the view, so Maxwell was forced to practically yell in the little dress-wearing sligs ear.
“Well, what we gonna do now?!”
“Oh sweetie, no need to yell. I am just admiring the view. Is that so wrong?”
“Nah, but you drool over everything you admire for, like, a hour or somethin’.” Maxwell said, rolling his eyes.
“I do not. How rude indeed!’
“I aren’t being rude. Just saying.”
Alex turned and hit Maxwell over the head with his purse, saying, “You males! Honestly!”
Maxwell burst out laughing, causing Alex to hit him again.

IC: Bernie opened the door and repeated his invocations to the freak and the Big Bro;
"Welcome to Ranrs Francium Palace, the best casino on Oddworld with the finest accoutrements, funnest games, and widest spaces. Please follow me into the big tower and use the autofones to sign up, or head to the hotel or casino if you are a customer."

OOC: While I wait for Zozo, Shoal will make an appearance...

IC: Shoal was shoved off of the van next to the large facility, a Slig wielding a gun yelled at him "Now go get a job. Don't try anything else, we're watching you!" with that, the slave van drove off to deliver Mudokons to other places. He looked at it angrily, clenching his fists. If he'd had a chance to sneak up on that git in the van, he'd have been owned, along with that gun thing. He turned and looked up at the massive building. Even Mudokons from before his time had rarely made structures of such a size. Well, he better get on, he didn't want to risk the whole 'watching him' thing...maybe they'd talked to everyone here and told them to keep an eye on him, such as that three legged thing over there...he supposed it was another of the industrial species. He walked over for instructions, and saw two Sligs. One was absolutely huge, and would prove an actual worthy match for him, fist to fist. Maybe it was huge because it had used the same...things. Industrial things. They'd only learned that a short while ago, and felt rather awkward about it now. Then there was another Slig, wearing some oddly pink clothing. Was this a Slig fashion? He didn't suppose it was abnormal among them. He stood next to them, swinging his arms while waiting to be told what to do.

IC:
Bernie repeated his invocations to a new Mudokon;
"Welcome to Ranrs Francium Palace, the best casino on Oddworld with the finest accoutrements, funnest games, and widest spaces. Please follow me into the big tower and use the autofones to sign up, or head to the hotel or casino if you are a customer."
Bernie looked over the Mudokon, seeing he had the look of a newly arrived slave.
"If you are a slave who is the "property" of CEO Yaj Ranrs, you are hearby released on my order. You may stay if you wish, but you must pay the same as any other for customer services. Please go to the autofones for employement."

OOC: Pat, Shoal is a Mudokon :P

Rus listened to the vkker's orders and went to the autofone to get his job.
“Welcome to Ranrs Francium Palace job application. If you would like to apply for a job, please state your full name clearly into your fone.”
"Rus."
"This is not a full name. Please state your full name."
"Rus."
"This is not a full name. Please state your full name."
"It's just Rus!"
"Is your name It's Just Rus?"
Rus rolled his eyes. It was better than nothing at least.
"Yes"
“It's Just Rus, please state the occupation you wish to apply for.”
"Security guard."
”It's Just Rus, are you applying for Security guard?”
"Yes."
”It's Just Rus, I will now require you to answer some medical questions. Do you suffer from diabetes?”
"No."
”It's Just Rus, do you have any type of Phobia which may prevent you from working to your full capacity?”
"No."
”It's Just Rus, are you an asthmatic?”
"No."
”It's Just Rus, are you under any sort of medication which needs a doctor’s prescription?”
"No."
”Thankyou for using YerTrap automated communications system. Your application will be processed shortly.”

Rus let out a sigh of relief. That was one thing he hoped he would never have to do again.
"I guess you're supposed to follow me. Well, let's go than." , said a clakker.
Rus assumed it was talking to him. He followed the clakker into a very tall building. From it's size (and the sign) Rus guessed this must be the hotel.

OOC: Awesome looking RP. I'll IC post tomorrow as I haven't time now. And funny about the Rocky Horror reference, caue I was watching that film yesterday. It is truly awesome. And now, profiles:
Name: Jerik
Gender: Male
Species: Glukkon Big Cheese
Age: 34 (Human years)
Physical Description: Big, imposing. Brownish leathery skin, wears a musty/dark blue suit with a double-spiked collar, 2 gold buttons. Has a badge denoting himself as owner of "Jerik's Processing and Refining', and a large rosette for "Industry Producer of the Year". Has expensive Lugnbuster cigars in a pocket on his suit.
Equipment: Lungbuster cigars, his 2 bodyguards Slak and Flak.
Personality: Aggressive, conniving, untrustworthy. A ruthless business-Gluk with fine tastes and a penchant for getting what he wants. He is also a heavy gambler, but only likes to play to win.
Class: Customer
Biography: Starting out, Jerik was a nobody. He was a desk-clerk Pud at Splinterz in its very early days, but later moved on to create his own business- Sligs 4 U, a Slig hiring and loaning firm specialising in bodyguards, hitmen, specialist security and Special Operations Sligs. He turned a goosd profit and ended up with a chain of outlets, before founding Jerik's Processing and Refining in the year 18 BAO (Before Abe's Oddysee). Now in its 10th year, it is a very highly successful hardware production and development company, and Jerik is just 1 step away from Glockstar. To celebrate its 10 year anniversary, and his 3rd year in a row as Industry Producer Of The Year, Jerik has come to Casino Magog to indulge in his favourite pastime- gambling. He has brought 2 highly trained bodyguards with him to protect himself on the way, and insure that any cheating is in his favour only.
D&D Alignment: Lawful Evil.

Name: Slak / Flak (Essentially identical, so I've only done the 1 bio)
Gender: Male / Male
Species: Big Bro Slig / Big Bro Slig
Age: 23 /23 (Human years)
Physical Description: Both big and burly. Slak has darker green skin than Flak, and white stripes, while Flak's a regualr Big Bro, but his muscles are more ripped than usual, due to greater Steroid abuse.
Equipment: Both have easy-assemble full body armour in large backpacks, both have shields. Slak has a Blitz Packer, Flak has a Big Whammy.
Personality: Dumb, violent, loyal and brutish. Neither really thinks for themselves, ever.
Class: Customer
Biography: Raised from Sligs 4 U, both were bred as bodyguards. When they proved to be his best bodyguards that he'd acquired, Jerik simply slapped them into service as his personal secuirty ,and that's all they've done since.
D&D Alignment: Lawful/Chaotic Evil.

Name: Marty
Gender: Male
Species: Valet Slig
Age: 43
Physical Description: Wiry Slig with a shiny red Valet suit and hat with silver trimmings, and a deep blue cane with a silver topping. He also has a fake monocle in his waistcoat pocket.
Equipment: Fake monocle, Valet gear, casino brochures, employee pass, a small electroshocker hidden in his cane.
Personality: Friendly and charming. He is a welcomnig and persuasvie character, ever attempting to coerce a customer, whether gambling vet or no-luck sap, into a game of chance. Fundamentally he's a nice guy, but his hidden electroshocker shows he isn't willing to take rowdy customers.
Class: Employee
Biography: Marty has seen it all in showbiz. Whether the glamour of film, the high-risk world of television host, or indeed casino life, he's been there done it bought the tacky Cartel merchandise. He's fairly wealthy and could retire if he wished, but he continues to work as a valet simply because he loves the job. He came to the Casino the moment he heard it opened, hoping to both provide entertainment for the customers and engage in some gambling himself- particularly Roulette and Montana Red Slog, his specialities. He's working as a mixture of hotel guide, Casino game host, and provides the entertainment throughout the day and night.
D&D Alignment: Erm...dunno. Probably whatever the closest is to happy-go-lucky.

OOC: All of this is kind of confusing. Especially the tie in with Lulu's Oddysee which I decided not to join DUE to in being confusing.. but what the hell I'll try to squeeze my way in.

IC: Copper hopped off the train and was immediately pleased by his surroundings. The flashing lights and the sounds of games called to Copper... he couldn't resist. Copper ran into the casino and looked around frantically. Slot games.. cards.. dice... it was paradise. Copper hopped onto a seat in front of a slot machine and inserted his hard earned currency. Copper stared intently at the slots as they wildly changed. Copper was so obviously elated it appeared as if someone told him that he would be receiving a pair of flying pants.


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Chris walked off the train completly oblivious to where he was at. The young Vykker was in a deep conversation on his Ophone. "No! No! It wasn't even like that. I told him I already had someone in my heart." After a slight pause, "Well he needs to understand I'm a Vykker with needs. I can't just sit around every day hoping he finishes his little projects. Isn't love more important then some silly invention!?"
Whoever was on the phone said something that gave Chris pause but after recovering Chris -interrupting- shouted, "Who are you to judge me! You were dating Vrum! Mr. Hit-and-run Vrum! You knew he was just using you but would you listen to me? No! And you begged him to come back to! And guess what happened? He just had his way with you and was out the door.. AGAIN!"
Whoever was on the phone could be clearly heard by anyone near by. As she screamed while crying, "I thought I could change him! YOU showed me how to mold men. He was so sweet I thought it would work..." She kept talking but it became too quiet for others to hear.
Chris took on a comforting tone, "No no Sweetie your better then that. Please don't. Everyone loves you. I love you. I will always be here for you. You can trust me."
Chris just nodded. Crying for a little bit as whoever was on the phone said something. Then Chris turned off his Ophone and placed it in his purse. Then Chris mumbled, "What a bit*h."
Suddenly realizing where he was Chris began to look around for help.
"Can somebody help me?" Chris called out, "I can't carry all this luggage by myself and I don't know where the hotel is..."

IC:
Bernie suddenly saw and heard an adolescent Vykker speaking on her cellphone. He scoffed at himself at the immodesty of todays youth and spoke into his Fone;
"Paging Grou to help come down and take a customer's bags please. Paging Grou to help come down and take a customer's bags please."
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Grou picked up a noise coming over the intercom. He listened to the orders barked by his master Bernie and ran down, leaving his brothers behind. He paced throughout the building, eventually finding a comedic Mudokon only passworded trapdoor leading to a mock fire pole. He swung down the pole, his hands used to friction and burn, and ran out of the building, past the hooded and cloaked Bernie, and towards a rather attractive looking young Vykker.
"May I take your bags, miss?"

Alex blinked and turned as someone yelled,
"Welcome to Ranrs Francium Palace, the best casino on Oddworld with the finest accoutrements, funnest games, and widest spaces. Please follow me into the big tower and use the autofones to sign up, or head to the hotel or casino if you are a customer."
“Ohh, I’m a customer! Maxwell, seems you will have to follow that thing to use the autofones. Good luck darling.”
“Luck indeed. Not like you have to bother about guardin’ any bloody thing.” Maxwell grumbled, before stomping off to sign up for a job. Alex smiled before strutting into the casino. Maxwell was muttering under his breath before saying to the Vykker who had yelled at them, “Yo, where’s da autofones?”

IC: Bernie sighed;
"At this rate, I'm going to need a temp receptionist. Let's just hope the Directory system is online by the end of today."
Bernie pointed his hand towards the tower and spoke;
"The Autofones are in the first level of the tower."

OOC: Does released mean free completely, or released to go to work? I'm sorta confused...

Where's Zozo?

OOC: Free to go and free to apply for a job. On Zozo, IDK.

IC:
Jerik hopped off the train into the Casino, Slak in front and Flak behind him for security. He walked over to Bernie.
"Ah, Bernie, of the esteemed Bernie and Yeesul partnership, I presume? I'm sure you know who I am. Could you direct me to the poker tables, particularly the tournament area, I want to see if I've still got the trick of the trade."
He turned to Slak. "Hey, whitestripes! Carry my bags to my room!"
He then turned back to Bernie. "Which is my room, in fact?"
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Marty got off the train and looked around. He saw a large Glukkon and 2 Big Bros questioning a Vykker, what appeared to be a female Slig walking into the casino, and another Big Bro going to sign up.
He sidled past the Big Bro and took one of the Autofones, hearing the mechanical voice.
Welcome to Ranrs Francium Palace job application. If you would like to apply for a job, please state your full name clearly into your fone.”
"Marty."
"This is nto a full name. Please state your full name."
Not having a surname, Marty simply went for his name plus rank.
"Marty The Valet?"
"Is your name Marty The Valet?
"Yep."
"Marty The Valet, please state the occupation you wish to apply for
"Cabaret and Casino guide."
"Marty The Valet, are you applying for Cabaret?"
"Yes."
"Marty The Valet, are you applying for Casino Guide?"
"Yes!"
"Marty The Valet, are you aware you are applying for 2 jobs?"
"Of course I am!"
"Marty The Valet, I will now require you to answer some medical questions. Do you suffer from diabetes?”
"No."
"Marty The Valet, do you have any type of Phobia which may prevent you from working to your full capacity?"
"Not that I'm aware of."
"Marty The Valet, are you an asthmatic?”
"Nope."
"Marty The Valet, are you under any sort of medication which needs a doctor’s prescription?”
"Yeah, I take 5 Ecstasy tablets a day! Nah, I'm only joking."
"The answer you gave was not clear. ]"Marty The Valet, are you under any sort of medication which needs a doctor’s prescription?”
"Fine then, no."
”Thankyou for using YerTrap automated communications system. Your application will be processed shortly.”

Marty walked away down the limestone path into the hotel, passing what he believed was a female Slig (Alex). He slapped it on the behind
"Hey there hotstuff, wanna take a chance on me?"
He then saw the Slig's face, and realised it was male.
"YEARGHHH!!!....Sorry...I-I thought you were someone else."
He looked into the distance, hoping for a distraction, and noticed a Slig near the hotel entrance (Rus).
"Hey Dave?! Dave is that you?!"
He hurried off over to the Slig and the Clakker.
"Sorry 'bout the name, I just felt up a guy by accident. Name's Marty. Who're you 2, and where do we go after signing up?"

OOC: :lol:
Maxwell saluted and said, “Yessir!” and then stomped over to the autofones. He picked one up, and blinked as a mechanical said,
“Welcome to Ranrs Francium Palace job application. If you would like to apply for a job, please state your full name clearly into your fone.”
“Maxwell Gattling.”
“Maxwell Gattling, please state the occupation you wish to apply for.”
“Security.”
“Maxwell Gattling, are you applying for security?”
“Yes.”
“Maxwell Gattling, I will now require you to answer some medical questions. Do you suffer from diabetes?”
“Nope.”
“Maxwell Gattling, do you have any type of Phobia which may prevent you from working to your full capacity?”
“Nah.”
“Maxwell Gattling, are you an asthmatic?”
“No.”
“Maxwell Gattling, are you under any sort of medication which needs a doctor’s prescription?”
“No.”
”Thankyou for using YerTrap automated communications system. Your application will be processed shortly.”
“Yay for me…” Maxwell growled as he slammed the fone down, “Now where did Allie go…”
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Alex was about to go over to a slot machine when he felt someone slap his behind and say,
"Hey there hotstuff, wanna take a chance on me?"
He turned with a snarl, but before he could snap, the valet slig said,
YEARGHHH!!!....Sorry...I-I thought you were someone else."
“Sorry?!” Alex yelled, pissed off, “you bastard.” The valet hurried off, saying something about ‘Dave’
“Dave? I’ll show you a bloody Dave! Insolent moron!” Alex snarled.
Maxwell heard Alex ranting and snorted, “Crazy male cross-dressers…” he burst out laughing.

IC: Bernie saw Jerik the Big Cheese show up and replied;
"$500 or $2000 entry fee for luxury, Jerry? The tournament rooms are on the 3rd level of the casino. There is a varying startup fee based on which ones you are choosing. Rooms #1 to #4 are merely $5000 in entry fee. Room #5 is intended for Glockstars and the like only and has an entry fee of $50,000. As for the hotels, labour class are $40 a night, executive class are $200 a night, and Presidential class are $350 a night. No one is currently in tournament, but in 3 hours I will be auctioning off a mint condition DVD set of the uncut Name That Trauma 5th season season. Auction card membership for this casino is $50 monthly, $500 yearly, and $13,000 lifetime."