Public I Don't Want Peace, Only Problems [Zeltros]- "The Scarlet Halo"

[Braze]

TAGS: Xoff Chantin | Open

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Ah, Zeltros.

A world where the air itself feels.... flirtatious!

Sweet with perfume, and alive with pulsing music, the planet shimmers under the glow of twin moons, like the flushed cheeks of a cheating lover caught in the act! Here, desires are currency and language. Inhibitions were checked at the spaceport, and hedonism was the way of life of it's denizens.
"The Scarlet Halo" – Zeltros' most exclusive high-altitude pleasure resort.

Perched in the top tiers of a hovering opal-glass spire, the Scarlet Halo was a pristine, rotating skybar where velvet-clad courtesans mingle with information brokers, HoloNet influencers, and syndicate royalty. The atmosphere inside was highly perfumed, decadent, and laced with mood-enhancing pheromones for those who wanted them. Plush circular booths rimmed the transparent floor, offering a view of the glittering cityscape below.

Private rooms exist, of course. Soundproofed, touch-activated, and customizable down to temperature, lighting, and musical mood. A visiting crime lord might indulge in a sultry conversation, savor a narcotic cocktail that fizzes with hallucinogens, or simply stretch out in silence with a Zeltron masseuse working tension from an old blaster wound.

No names are given. No questions are asked. The only rule? Feel good, look better, and lie well.
A Zeltron dealer leans forwards offering a quality view as she winks from behind the sabacc table. The holoreels flicker on the screens, and a droid croupier shuffles fast as light.

Even the slot machines offer enticing options for fun!

★ LUCK & FATE ★

"Credits are temporary. Glory's forever."

HOLOSPIN HOTSTREAK — Just 10 credits a pull!

Insert: 10 Credits
Insert: 100 Credits
Insert: 1000 Credits

"Feeling lucky, offworlder? Everyone's a winner... eventually."

99% of gamblers quit before they hit it big.
Only quitters cash out early.

✦HOW TO PLAY THE SLOTS ✦

Slide in your credits . . .

Roll 3d20 — compare your results below:

★ JACKPOT — Triple Match (e.g. 14, 14, 14):
The reels explode. Lights flash. You just made the WHOLE room notice YOU!
• 10 credit bet → 250 credits
• 100 credit bet → 2,500 credits
• 1000 credit bet → 25,000 credits

✦ DOUBLE MATCH (e.g. 6, 6, 11):
Free drink! PAY OUT X3
• 10 credit bet → 30 credits
• 100 credit bet → 300 credits
• 1000 credit bet → 3,000 credits

⬩ HIGH ROLLER (any 20):
You're hot. The dealer offers you a second glance.
• 10 credit bet → 20 credits
• 100 credit bet → 200 credits
• 1000 credit bet → 2,000 credits

× COLD STREAK (no matches, all under 10):
Oof. You're paying for your own drinks tonight.
• No payout.

※ WILD LUCK (any 1):
Something strange happens. A glitch? The table stutters. Lights flicker. A dealer glances sideways—something's not right. Did you cheat? Did they? The dealer doesn't say. But now the pit boss is watching.
• Payout is up to the house. Could be x10, a mystery prize, or something worse.

◇ MIXED BAG (everything else):
No win, no loss. The house watches... and waits.
• Payout = your original bet (break even)

Play IC or OOC. Flavor it up. Let it ride.
Tip: Feeling bold? Wager something more than credits.

 

[Razmir Tezhyn]

Cold whiskey burned Razmir's tongue. It tasted harsh and had an abrasive, bitter end note. Not exactly pleasant, but somehow it kept him coming back again and again. He'd have to watch himself before it turned into a habit again.

He swirled the glass in his hand. The amber lapped at the glass's sides, gently breaking against three melting ice cubes.

Music muffled the slot machine's jingles. Loud, bassy, and nearly as abrasive as the whiskey. His earphones drowned out the outside world, and his own thoughts. He caught himself glancing at the seat besides him. The seat remained as empty as the previous five or six times he'd looked.

He'd have to kick that habit, too, but part of him still seemed to have trouble letting go. This wasn't for nostalgia. It was distraction.

He sighed, and placed the glass to his lips again. He hesitated. On the slots, the first number locked in. The next one followed, then the final one...

 

[Yula Perl]

Clad in a black bodycon dress that was entirely too short at either end – perhaps, not for Zeltros – Yula slammed back her umpteenth shot of the night.

Fresh out of jail and brokenhearted by Dagon's disappearance, she tried to drown herself in alcohol and credits. That, or was just an average Taungsday for the Zeltron.

"C'mon you sunnuva...that all you got, yeah?"

In lieu of a gentle technopathic nudge, she kicked the slot machine with the toe of her stiletto, then yelped when she was abruptly reminded that she'd selected toe-less shoes for the evening.

 

[Xoff Chantin]

Outfit: Something Nice

Spoiler: Loadout

• Vixen's Vault
• FFS Utility Belt
• Beauty Blades
• Bond-Lock Pomade
• ClearView Essence: Perfume
• Code Breaker Card
• Covert Compact
• Covert Kiss: Laser Lipstick
• Covert PurseGlow Guard
• HushCuffs
• Nite Night Nails: Polish
• Phantom Fresh
• Processor Pendant
• Re-Pulse Ring
• SlyTie
• Vixen's Vambrace

Xoff arrived, and this did the party.
The sights and sounds of depressed alcoholics seeking joy and frustrated gamblers kicking slot machines was pure nostalgia.
Ahh.. home

Xoff had just dropped off Jobbi Chantin at an arcade. Poor thing needed a maternal figure, and Xoff was determined to make her the talk of the temple by the time they returned to dear Whotto's Yacht. But for now, slots seemed to be in order, along with an order of the truly fine bubbly.

He spared a thought for Duro Dan watching the bartender pour the fizzing drink. This one was infinitely more palatable, but something about the pure soul the Duros put into selling each can drew on his heartstrings.

Drink in hand, credits in the machine, Xoff was ready to play.

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