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07-26-2007, 01:21 PM
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Maybe if you give them a big shiny starting post or some instructions, they can do something..... I vote Lulu.
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07-27-2007, 04:01 AM
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Idea

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Maybe if you give them a big shiny starting post or some instructions, they can do something..... I vote Lulu.
We can't start untill the starting quota has been fulfilled, at least it's not advisable anyway. And the instructions are right there, in the first post. Unless you mean something else.

Anyway, perhaps this will provide a little more encouragement:

Name: James Robert Thompson Jr. (Affectionately nicknamed "Thompy")

Gender: Male

Species: Chronicler

Age: 28

Physical Appearance: Very tall and lean, as is per usual for a Chronicler, though he seems to think he's a bit on the chubby side for some unkown reason*cougheatingdisordercough*. Bright red suit and tie to match his eyes, black shirt and trousers. Carries an ebony cane with blood-red stone set in the top, with a very thin sword hidden inside. Pale yellowish skin, dark brown blotches/freckles on his t-zone.

Equipment: The lancing sword inside his cane.

Personality: A friendly, yet nervous fellow, tends to try and make things as neat and tidy and perfect as possible, almost to the point of OCPD. Rather cowardly and weak, but intelligent.

Class: Employee.

Bio: Never really took a liking the 'usual' accounting jobs on offer, it was all just count, copy, file, count, copy, file, count, copy, file... so, he decided to look for a slightly more interesting job, that was more fun, and payed better.
Thompy always liked the smaller, local casinos in his home town, and when he found job offers as Pit Manager for Ranrs Francium Palace, he simply could not resist.

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07-28-2007, 04:35 PM
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OOC: Since Lulu's Oddysee is coming in, we only need 4 Mudokons or Interns to actually start. Could someone who is slave less come along?
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07-29-2007, 01:09 AM
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OOC: I might do a Mudokon character hither:

Name: Shoal
Gender: 'Male' worker
Species: Mudokon
Age: Around 40 (Mudokon years)
Personality: Very cautious and wary of those he is not familier with. Not particularly tolerant, and upholds his own individuality above his 'alleged' slave classing. Can get very aggressive under various circumstances. Exercises in spare time when possible. Can be arrogant.
Abilities-equipment: Incredible physical prowess, though not quite that a Big Bro. Has a pair of typical Mudokon 'pants', though made out of a plant fibre, so they are slightly green by comparison to the usual, and bear more of a pattern in the fibres. Has a pair of knuckles made from Scrab bone hidden in his back pocket.
Physical Appearance: Very pale, white skin, slightly darker where organs can slightly be seen through the skin. White and grey striped head feather, white eyes with red pupil. This is all due to albinism. Somewhat bulkier than the average Mud.
Bio: Shoal was originally a 'native' Mudokon, among a village, but then some old things were dumped about a kilometre away by the industrialists. knowing little of the industrialists, the village boldly tested various things they found. Among them were steroids, normally used for the Big Bro Sligs. Using some of these, they found they had an incredible effect on the body. over time, the Mudokons largely dropped spiritual powers (though they did not drop their spiritual beliefs, and still respected gods such as the Shrykull, among others), and exercised often, using the steroids, and started using muscle strength rather than spiritual to accomplish tasks. However, when industrialists noticed the Mudokon activity around their waste (and realising the Mudokons were there), they moved in to pull them into slavery. After showing the force of their guns, the Mudokons were corralled and sold into various slavery points.
Shoal, among them, finds himself being shipped to some 'Casino Magog' as he has overheard from overseers outside his cage...
DD Alignment: Neutral...good? or maybe just plain neutral.

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One of my characters from the other RP is a intern....And Patrick, I can't seem to be able to PM you for some reason.
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Don't forget Lulu isn't actually your character, he still belongs to OWI. Just a little friendly reminder, just in case you find yourself being sued one day.
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I know, I just typed glukkon instead of intern by accident, sorry. Did you get the PM?
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One of my characters from the other RP is a intern....And Patrick, I can't seem to be able to PM you for some reason.
Yeah, I counted him.
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07-29-2007, 07:12 PM
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I know, I just typed glukkon instead of intern by accident, sorry. Did you get the PM?
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.
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I thought a drone was a different term for worker, wasn't it? Brain...hurts...

Feh, I'll change it.
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OOC: Created a few characters to fill in the remaining gap.
WE ARE BEGINNING!
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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?"
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OOC: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Everyone's doing it all at once! :O s'all cool though, I like lots of posts to reply to.
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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.'
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OOC: The train was the Lulu's Oddysee one.
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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.
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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."
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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...?
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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."
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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.
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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.

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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.
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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?"
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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.'
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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.
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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.'
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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."
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