Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security
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				Title: <strong>Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 06:33:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/1.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;<strong>Welcome to the Pleasure Dome </strong><br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security: </strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89490.0)<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Playground Area : </strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89494.0)<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Merchant Shops &amp; Suites :</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=90109.0)<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Guild Member Chambers </strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89525.0)<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Owners Suite - Harlot's Chambers:</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89516.0)<br><br><strong>Employee Commons - Chambers :</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89547.0)<br><br><strong> Character Profiles : &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88805.0)</strong><br><br><strong> OOC Thread : (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88802.0)</strong><br><br><br><br><br>The current owner of the Pleasure Dome is Lee Chang and the man has become a very prestigious member of the Inventor's Guild Association acting as the Chief Executive. Due to various factors The Pleasure Dome is located on the outskirts of society in the middle of no man's land. Modern day law is upheld for the most part but only a fool would press the issues of hospitality being extended . Rules are clearly posted and personal enjoyment while here is encouraged though marking or excessive rough housing any of the Ladies inside will not be tolerated. <br><br>Inventors , Tinkers and Merchants come to The Pleasure Dome to record their latest inventions , put them on display in a showcase type arena ...purchase trinkets , trade and socialize . It is a convention style atmosphere where one can let off a little steam , enjoy their carnal side with an anything goes atmosphere. Various interesting modes of transportation ...via , land , air and water are used to get to this isolated location and seems to be one of pride and competition amongst the guild members.&nbsp; <br><br>Once your mode of transportation has been secured on the docks ...or parked ,otherwise landed safely all visitors make their way into the front doors of the compound . To which a nice lobby area is available that has a few interesting art pieces mixed in amongst a few couches set up in a comfortable seating arrangements . A few Security guards are visible...but it becomes quite clear the main focal part of this entrance is the Front Lobby Desk ..as oddly enough there really seems to be no way into the compound. <br><br><br><strong>Front Lobby Entrance :&nbsp; All incoming Guild Members - Guests must check in at the Desk </strong><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/Tom.jpg)</div><br><br>&nbsp;All guild members , new inventors, merchants and visitors are checked in by Tom and given a room and a pass card , purpose of the visit to the Pleasure Dome is stated and a weapons check completed . All firearms and weapons can be collected at the time of check out that have been confiscated from their owners. Getting Mouthy with Tom would not be advised as most fear he is not all that sane and it is not uncommon for one to have disappeared on occasion upon visiting the Pleasure Dome ...those unlucky souls have their mode of transportation confiscated by Security and the wares sold off in a sweet auction. <br><br>Those seeking employment have their first interview scheduled with Tom as well before they even enter the facility. The&nbsp; back rooms on the main first floor are mainly offices with a Security outpost.<br><br><strong>Back Room - Inventors Guild Records Storage : </strong><br>(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/13626617_400.jpg) <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 03:44:43</strong>
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				(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw9I8MBfDYM/SPj72zP52yI/AAAAAAAAADI/dKAaaf1Hxt8/s400/steampunk-dreamliner08.jpg)<br><br>The sky-yacht cut through the sky, betrayed only by the puttering of the diesel engines cranking the propellers providing thrust.&nbsp; The Morgaine was a thing of beauty that Daniel had gotten for a song and some special preparations that the builder/seller had wanted in return and Daniel was proud of his acquisition.&nbsp; It was air and sea worthy and after some decoration, the interior was as sumptuous as any noble's manor.&nbsp; Daniel eased off the throttle, turning off the engines as the Pleasure Dome got near and he started the auto-crank that readjusted the propellers from facing behind the yacht to facing directly up.<br><br>As the vessel drifted by the tower, Daniel retracted the sails and soon it hovered over the water by the docks.&nbsp; Daniel looked down to see if there were any vessels resting in the water before starting up the engines in reverse and the Morgaine slowly lowered itself into the water, bobbing up and down by the dock.&nbsp; Daniel turned off the engines and opened the bilge tanks to allow water to fill them before unstrapping himself from his captain's seat to head upstairs to the upper deck.&nbsp; The workers on the dock casted him the mooring lines and he tied them to them himself to the anchor points.&nbsp; After he was done, he headed back down as the dock's line-retractors activated and pulled the Morgain closer to the dock.&nbsp; After checking that his wheeled steamer were in order, Daniel opened the door and extended the gangplank before tugging out the steamer.&nbsp; Daniel pulled out a small remote and toggled a switch and the door and gangplanks closed and there was a scent of ozone as the security systems engaged.<br><br>Satisfied, Daniel began pulling his steamer towards the entrance remembering to tip the workers.&nbsp; He entered the enormous lobby and made his way to the front desk.&nbsp; Daniel pulled up his goggles and grinned at the receptionist.&nbsp; "Tell me love, could you direct me where I can meet Tom?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 08:40:19</strong>
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				&lt;Selena&gt; -&nbsp; &lt;Entering the lobby&gt; -&nbsp; talking to Daniel, and observing the people entering the Pleasure Dome<br><br>(http://bp2.blogger.com/_c4twH_sjx5o/RvxALgCukRI/AAAAAAAAApU/Oydvy3gKk1g/s1600-h/carriage.jpg)<br><br>Having had no clients to serve that day, Selena had decided to take a trip into town. She needed some sewing supplies anyway, and wandering about town was her best form of advertisement. For that precise reason, she was dressed in &nbsp;an overbust corset with drawstrings that did not quite manage to tighten over her ample bosom (http://tinoir.com/images/steampunk-cleavage-overbust-2.jpg) ((picture just for her top, not anything else)), and a black lacey flair skirt. <br><br>At the entrance to the Pleasure Dome, she paid the carriage driver, who had trouble throughout the ride taking his eyes off his customer's cleavage and the little bit of thigh she had 'accidentally' left exposed when she smoothed her skirt down over her legs. Selena winked at him, and the young man blushed like a little boy caught doing something wrong. Selena hid a smile. He was quite dashing, really. Quite a pity that he would never be able to afford the fees Selena charged for an hour of her time at the bar, let alone in her bedroom.<br><br>Her heeled boots clicked in the lobby of the Pleasure Dome. Selena nodded to the girl at the front desk, then turned her attention to the man in front of it. Selena paused in her gait to give him an appraising glance. And quite an impressive man he was, too. Sideburns looked silly on most men, but they lent a slightly roguish look to this man. Judging from his well-dressed appearance, he should be quite wealthy. Selena did not have to guess his reason to be at the Pleasure Dome. <br><br>"I expect Tom will be out to... check you in soon, dear," Selena said in a low purr. <em>And meanwhile, I'll check you out,</em> she added silently. She leaned on the wall beside the doorway to the playground area, her arms folded under her bosom, and continued to look at this man, a well-practiced smile -- halfway between haughty pride and welcoming friendliness -- on her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 15:54:31</strong>
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				<br><strong>Tom O'Riley ...Coming out of the Back Offices with Virgina&nbsp; ..to the Front Desk area to speak with Daniel Vanderholt &amp;&nbsp; Selena </strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/Tom2.jpg)</div> <br><br>Tom O'Riley walked out of the back room ...with an adorable young woman that seemed to be giggling and held a small box to her chest . Virginia stopped and leaned forward and gave the man a small kiss to the cheek . " Thank-you again Tom ....your kindness will indeed be rewarded ...I shall get to work on your request immediately. "&nbsp; as she turned to move away from him the young girl blushed when she seen others in the Lobby . Oh my what would they think of her ..oh and Miss Selena was there as well . Maybe she could duck out without being seen with the gift of some precious jewels not to mention the new couple sets of hose that Tom was so nice to give her . <br><br>&nbsp;Virgina Hudson (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/Virginia.jpg) did so love to visit the cranky man every once in awhile ...as he gave the best foot rub she had ever received in all her years . The way his hands moved over them paid attention to every detail even working out the soreness in the back of her legs . Sometimes she would let him do a little more than that but no one needed to know her business now did they . As she lifted her chin to the air and hustled down into the hidden stairwell . Soon disappearing into the vast complex as she would need to take her new treasures to the shop . Already her mind was on what beautiful jewelry pieces she could make out of them . <br><br>Tom had a smirk on his face ...watching that sway as the dark haired naive beauty skipped away with the gift he had given. He was completely absorbed in the girls backside lowering his eyes to her legs with the thigh high&nbsp; nylons he had helped put on . Oh yes he would get his reward and the man could hardly wait . As he turned then and noticed Selena talking to ...Mister Vanderholt ...rolling his eyes as he moved behind his desk . This job just sucked the life out of him sometimes as he reached for the hard leather bound book and slammed it down on the counter . Tom had been muttering as he put up the Quill pen ... for those to sign back in . <br><br><strong>" A Good Day to you Miss Selena ...do hope you had a lovely visit in town . " </strong>motioning to one of the boys to help take her bags back to the woman's room inside ..<strong>." Please sign back in for me ...like a good little girl . Arthur will take your bags up to your quarters . " </strong><br><br>&nbsp;Turning his attention to the man then ...<strong> " I would be Thomas O'Riley ....head key master ...records keeper of the guild .."</strong>&nbsp; waving his hand as if the titles just annoyed him .<strong> " Hell , who knows ...they changed the damn Title so many times .&nbsp; " </strong> as his lip pulled up some in a cynical smile and a little twitch seemed to effect his face . Always did when he got upset over nothing . Which didn't seem to make the man's overall attitude any better .&nbsp; <strong>" State your name ...your business here at the Pleasure Dome ...and we can start the process . "</strong>&nbsp; one hand reached out to take the man's Inventor's Guild passport ...and he was already inking up the stamp . <br><br>The young lass that had been helping out ...picked up the mail pouch ...and offered a nod to the man that had addressed her earlier as she skirted off towards the back rooms . She had on a pair of pants with a ruffled white blouse ...having learned long ago not to be wearing dresses around Tom . Unless you like being felt up on a regular basis and she didn't ....least not by his grouchy ass . It was obvious that the visit by Virginia hadn't changed his demeanor any , of course not as they not been in the back room long enough . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 20:05:35</strong>
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				[Daniel] -- [Pleasure Dome Lobby] -- [Chatting With Serena]<br><br>Daniel admired the newcomer, taking in the sights.&nbsp; A new wilderness to be explored...most throughly.&nbsp; He grinned at her as she spoke.&nbsp; It had been a while since he enjoyed the pleasures of exploring.&nbsp; "No need for Tom to rush, I'm sure you'll do just fine checking me in... I've much that needs documenting and it make take some time."&nbsp; Daniel leaned closer on the desktop, idly twirling his finger on the finish.&nbsp; "But why take the burden alone, why don't you and the pretty little thing next to you retire with me to somewhere more...private."<br><br>Daniel's smile held the promise of rumpled sheets and sweaty bodies in congress as his well manicured hand tenderly fondled the countertop.&nbsp; Was this not the Pleasure Dome?&nbsp; Surely Mr. Chang wouldn't begrudge liberties with his staff.&nbsp; Daniel kept up the banter and sweet-talk as Tom made his way to the counter.&nbsp; Daniel left the last word with the sultry woman before devoting his full attentions on Thomas.&nbsp; Laconically, he appraised Thomas and wondered if he would be willing to slip under Daniel's sheets for a roll.<br><br>"Indeed, Mister Thomas...O'Riley."&nbsp; Daniel casually spoke, rolling the syllables of his name over his tongue as if it were a rare treat to be savored.&nbsp; "My name is Daniel Vanderholt, and my business here is to offer Mister Chang my special services.&nbsp; Aside from my expeditions, I've some skill in the art of chemistry and herbal lore and I've brought some wares for Mister Chang to...sample."&nbsp; Daniel gestured to the steam behind him as he drew out his Guild passport and passed it over for Thomas's perusal.&nbsp; While Thomas was busy, he returned to propositioning the receptionist.&nbsp; Daniel mixed in banter with 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 21:20:12</strong>
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				[Doctor Mephiston Luciferion Bahl] - [Entering the lobby] - [Speak with Tom and others there]<br><div class="floatright">(http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQyu4VV270RkVY0uv4NJgWIAfcGc_lVCSiqvOkDREMXZXJ6KRQ2yw) (http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs31/f/2008/226/e/2/Steam_Walker_by_Keithwormwood.jpg)</div><br>Loud, repeated <strong>thumps!</strong> coupled with the minor tremors of the ground marked the arrival of The Stoic approaching the garage area.&nbsp; Twin plumes of smoke belched from the two chimneys on the walkers back as it ponderously made its way forward.&nbsp; Each step it took while it lumbered forward was slow, but certain in its confidence.&nbsp; The vehicle was scarred in a myriad of ways, dents and various minor rents scoring lines across its dark steel.&nbsp; Despite the damage though, it still heaved forward, seemingly unconcerned about the state of its own health.&nbsp; The twin cannons at the front continually swiveled, on the search for hostile targets.&nbsp; Swaying side to side in an attempt to find an appropriate area to sit itself down, the walker gratefully sank down when it finally found a suitable parking spot, ready to enjoy its first rest in a long time.<br><br>From a hatch up top, Doctor Mephiston Luciferion Bahl (Doctor Mephiston to most people and Luciferion to his friends) pooked his head out, scanning the area.&nbsp; Smiling, it could only be described as popping out as he seemed to leap straight up and out of the hatch before standing on top of the walker.&nbsp; Stretching his arms and rolling his shoulders, Doctor Mephiston positively beamed as he took in the sights.<br>"Finally!" he exclaimed.&nbsp; "Some civilization at last."<br>Climbing down from the walker, Mephiston spun around in a circle before properly orienting on the entrance way to the lobby, pointing at it directly with a cry of "Aha!"<br><br>Just before entering the lobby, Mephiston smoothed out the wrinkles in his shirt and dress coat.&nbsp; He had been riding in the walker for quite some time and it did terrible things to ones garments.&nbsp; Satisfied that he managed the worse of it and wouldn't appear horrendously scruffy, he stepped inside into the lobby area, happy taking in the sights.&nbsp; Seeing a few others inside the lobby area, Doctor Mephiston delivered a heartfelt smile of pure happiness as he greeted them all.<br>"Hello!&nbsp; Hello!&nbsp; You wouldn't believe how happy I am to see all of you!&nbsp; Travel has been terribly dreary for me for quite some time, and I've only had the clank of gears and the hiss of steam to grant me company.&nbsp; I compliment the civilized quality of your outfits gentlemen, and I must say that your garments are absolutely fetching miss!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 22:27:17</strong>
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				[Alwin Anguish] - [Entering the lobby] - [Hauling delivery into lobby and looking quite clueless]<br><br>(http://jaybillexperiment.s3.amazonaws.com/uploads/2009/12/steampunk_vehicle.jpg)<br><br>Really. What better way than to arrive in <em>style</em>? Flying machines, stomp-stomp-stomp walkers that are just so horribly <em>slow</em>? Pah! To travel is to go from place to place speedily and reliably. Some people can be so silly sometimes.<br><br>Alwin parked his simple-functioning steamcar at a spot that's <em>furthest away</em> from all those contraptions. The thought of having a <em>walking tank</em> walk all over his baby 'by accident' or having someone's silly gyrocopter or <em>whatever the heck that is</em> haphazardly crash into his vehicle didn't particularly thrill him. He was here at the request of one of those rumored Harlots - it seemed like she wasn't satisfied with having some delivery boy hand it over, but demanded the personal touch. But whatever, really, Alwin couldn't really argue against the kind of money she was willing to throw his way. Sure, the harp certainly looks one-of-its-kind, the sort that any with aristocratic airs would <em>love</em> to have, but what's an instrument worth if it was just going to sit at the corner of a room and look pretty? He poured a better portion of three months making this thing to make sure that its timbre was as unique as the way it looked. Perhaps he might get to teach the lovely Roxanne how to best use it.. maybe drag the lessons out a few weeks and maybe, just maybe he'd get to enjoy her to the hilt.<br><br>Now, isn't that something to consider?<br><br>(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/131/5/f/Miniature_Steampunk_Harp_by_grimdeva.jpg)<br><br>The Golden Harp is hauled off his car, in its opaque and solid-looking protective case with wheels which he tilted towards one side and dragged along with him. Alwin nudged the doors open with his shoulder and drags his product to one corner of the lobby, taking a mild breather from all that dragging and takes his time to observe the place with a keen, instinctively paranoid eye.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 23:42:15</strong>
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				<strong><br>Tom O'Riley ...Continuing at the Front Desk ....seems to be a busy place ...as the noise of others arriving ...Security moving in and out ...helping to secure vehicles and such .</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Indeed, Mister Thomas...O'Riley."&nbsp; Daniel casually spoke, rolling the syllables of his name over his tongue as if it were a rare treat to be savored.&nbsp; "My name is Daniel Vanderholt, and my business here is to offer Mister Chang my special services.&nbsp; Aside from my expeditions, I've some skill in the art of chemistry and herbal lore and I've brought some wares for Mister Chang to...sample."&nbsp; Daniel gestured to the steam behind him as he drew out his Guild passport and passed it over for Thomas's perusal. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Tom grunted ...and took the passport ....looking over it with a quick glance ..Then&nbsp; &lt; STAMP &gt;&nbsp; ...lifting it some to blow over the ink . Then a slight flick back and forth of the wrist ...and he forged his intials onto the paperwork . Moving over to the guest book ...looking down the ledger to input the good man's name into the thing .&nbsp; Making a note to send upwards to Lee Chang to let him know that Daniel Vanderholt was currently staying and had some samples for him to look over .&nbsp; Yea right samples ...raising an eyebrow as the man before his desk seemed ever so suave with the ladies though maybe it didn't matter which sex with that devil take all look in his eyes . Indeed some men swung both ways which to each their own ..as Tom folded the passport , slipping in a paper with the Rules and services available to all Guild members and handed it back along with a Key . <br><strong><br>" Welcome to the Pleasure Dome ...Sir Vanderholt ....you will be staying in Room 101 ..in the VIP section of &nbsp;the Guild Members chambers (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89525.0) ...the room will be made ready for you and your bags taken there . Food and Beverage can be acquired in the Playground Facilities or you may order room service if you wish to be alone this night ."</strong> Looking over at Selena with a smile ...<strong>" Of course Miss Selena might be able to assist you if your into more private matters but she handles her own schedule ." </strong>clearing his throat some before continuing . <strong>"&nbsp; If you would you like a bath run to soak your body from the travels ? That can be arranged ...the suites have their own personal facilities ...bed chambers and a nice smoking room for entertaining privately . Anything you need ...please call via the house phone and we at the Pleasure Dome will bend over backwards to accommodate you if possible . "&nbsp; </strong><br><br>My god Selena and that top ..one could just bury their face in that bosom on display ..feeling his pants get a little tighter . That horrid twitch acting up on his face as he drew his eyes away slowly back to the man before him . Did he forget anything ...most likely ..counting them over in his head .<strong> " Oh yes ...and I shall send that message up to the owner Lee Chang to announce your arrival ..." </strong>&nbsp; as he snapped his fingers ...and another servant appeared to further aide the good man in his further plans for the night ..gathering the bags up . Leading them towards the entrance .&nbsp; <br><br>Looking now to who was next in line ...to be taken care of ...<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Hello!&nbsp; Hello!&nbsp; You wouldn't believe how happy I am to see all of you!&nbsp; Travel has been terribly dreary for me for quite some time, and I've only had the clank of gears and the hiss of steam to grant me company.&nbsp; I compliment the civilized quality of your outfits gentlemen, and I must say that your garments are absolutely fetching miss!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>" oh brother ...."&nbsp; </strong>Tom let out a sigh ...the sanity level of some guild members should be held at a closer scrutity that others ....though those imploding knifes were rather ingenius . Messy ..mean stab someone in the gut and boom ..next thing you know you have blood and pieces of flesh all over your face , arms . Snickering some ..yes Miss Carla likes her experiment alive . Women . Oh well let the dangerous fruitcake socialize, God only knows what wonderful patent he has to register now . Nodding his head to the good Doctor . <br><br>As it seemed another was entering the place as well ...dragging some golden chunk of metal like stringed ...what the frick was that . Snapping his finger ...and wiggling at the guard at the door .<strong> " JUST DON'T STAND THERE ALFRED ...help the man in the building fore he hurts his self and we have to make Miss Carla work after hours ..You KNOW how cranky that woman can be . "&nbsp; </strong> As Alfred moved to get the door ....without hesitation . <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 05:54:25</strong>
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				<strong>&lt;Selena Yttrium&gt; -&nbsp; &lt;Lounging in the lobby&gt; -&nbsp; having fun teasing everyone</strong><br><br>Selena pouted slightly at Tom, her small lips pursing in a mock-sulky expression. "Aww, must I sign in too? It's not like you don't know me already, Tom, darling..." she whined. But she knew Tom's temper, or had heard of it at least, and so she sauntered to the front desk. She signed her name in the thick leather-bound book, leaning over the counter a little more than necessary, so Tom -- and perhaps Sir Vanderholt too -- could get a good view of her bosom, as an added treat. Done with the procedures, Selena pushed the book back towards Tom with a wink.<br><br>She did not leave the lobby yet, though, not with the sudden influx of guests waiting to check in. There would be time later to prepare for the evening. Meanwhile, she should take note of those guests who were more likely to fill her purse for her. There was Daniel Vanderholt, who had been eager to suggest some private fun. And there were two newcomers too. One had a squarish jaw and intelligent eyes, and greeted them all cheerfully. And the man with an unshaven look and a beautiful harp. Selena looked at the musical instrument curiously. He did not look like a musician at all. A merchant, perhaps. <br><br>Selena inclined her head at Mr. Cheerful's compliment of her dress. "Thank you, sir! And I assure you that everything beneath it is just as fetching, if not even more so," she replied smoothly. The cheeky smile that accompanied her words included Sir Vanderholt and Mr. Harp too. "Are you a patron of the arts, sir?" she asked the latter innocently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 06:19:50</strong>
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				<strong>[Daniel Vanderholt] - [Still In The Lobby] - [The More the Merrier]</strong><br><br>As the two other men walked into the lobby, Daniel turned to regard both in turn.&nbsp; He did a slight bow to the first and grinned, "I accept your compliments, good sir.&nbsp; Might I inquire your name as I dislike impersonal descriptors like 'good sir' or 'you over there!'&nbsp; Also I would like to add that if you were so inclined to rid yourself of such dreary feelings, I happen to quite talented and beating away them whether by tincture or techniques learned in exotic realms."<br><br>Daniel's attentions were momentarily diverted by the other man's arrival as he paused to look at the strange harp he had accompanying him.&nbsp; In particular, he wasn't interested in the harp so much as he was the other man since the harp was not an instrument he was conversant in.&nbsp; Multiple warm bodies under the sheets in Room 101 appealed to his sensibilities and Daniel looked back towards the first man to see if he was willing to indulge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 11:09:28</strong>
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				[Doctor Mephiston Luciferion Bahl] - [In the lobby] - [<del>With the wrench</del> Speaking with people]<br><br>Doctor Mephiston smacked his forehead, his face a picture of shame, "Alas, how could I have been so ill-mannered as to forget to properly introduce myself?&nbsp; My manners are in remiss, I do apologize, it's very dreadful of me.&nbsp; I can only blame the long periods of time spent away from good company."<br>Taking the hand of the dapper man with the mutton chops, Mephiston shook it warmly and beamed a sunny smile, "Doctor Mephiston Luciferion Bahl at your service, sir!&nbsp; I am an inventor of weapons, though I must say that they don't ever work as planned.&nbsp; Nevertheless, if you ever have need of something for your safety, be sure to stop by and we'll see if you can't be set up with something suitable!"<br>Mephiston spoke with the sincerity of a man who never lied once in his entire life, and never found the need to.&nbsp; Oh sure his weapons were horrifically destructive and cause widespread mayhem and death, but they never brought about the peace among Man like he had developed them for.&nbsp; In fact, it always seemed to encourage things.&nbsp; A grave pity.<br><br>"And I must say it is a definite pleasure to meet you miss," Mephiston exclaimed as he took the woman's hand and kissed the top with gentlemanly flair.&nbsp; "And I would have to quite agree that you are quite the beauty of a lady.&nbsp; It is often said that the clothes make the person, but everyone here understands that the true reason your garments are so fetching is that, clearly, you make the clothes.&nbsp; It would be no exaggeration to say that your corset would not look half as grand were it to grace the form of any other woman."<br><br>"And I must say that I would be delighted to know both your names!"<br><br>Finished with his greetings, Mephiston whirled upon Tom, striding towards the desk and fumbling for his guild passport.<br>"Tom, Tom, good ol' Tom: haven't forgotten you yet.&nbsp; Now where is that, I know I put it somewhere here, terribly embarrassing, is it here, no, not here either, aha!&nbsp; Put it right here so I wouldn't lose it or forget about it.&nbsp; How silly of me, you must think of me a fool."<br>Handing over the guess passport, Mephiston leaned over and whispered to Tom.<br>"Now, I understand that Mister Chang simply does not tolerate weapons within the dome, but my profession as inventor means that I do require a method to display my wares.&nbsp; On top of that, I must remark that it has been a nervous several weeks... months... a long time, and I must say that I haven't been carrying myself around lightly if you understand my meaning.&nbsp; Now, usually, I would turn my weapons in here but I wonder if I could beg for an exception this time.&nbsp; Quite alright if you can't, don't want you to get into trouble, but I would dearly appreciate it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 16:27:58</strong>
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				<strong>&lt;Selena Yttrium&gt; - &lt;Still in the lobby&gt; - &lt;<del>Flirting</del> Making acquaintances&gt;</strong><br><br>Selena smiled Mr. Cheerful, who had finally introduced himself. And quite an impressive title he had too. "A pleasure to meet you too, Doctor Bahl," she told him, performing a small curtsey. "And now, where are <em>my</em> manners? Selena, at your service. And you are quite right to say I make the clothes. I am a seamstress by trade, but that's only a side hobby to earn a little extra. My main concern is the err, welfare, of men like yourself and Sir Vanderholt there." She paused, wondering if either man would accept the implicit invitation in her words.
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				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 21:40:12</strong>
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				<strong>["Alwin Anguish"] -- [Dome Lobby] -- [Just waiting, really!]</strong><br><br>Keeping in line with proper proprietary manners, Alwin remained obediently quiet at his corner, having had smiled and waved off the guard who came forward to try to help. Ah, to be so helpful because of orders. It became evident to the casual observer that he could handle it by himself, and didn't need any form of hired help to deliver his wares. He gave Tom a little wave, and a little wink of gratitude from his corner and takes a seat, leaning back and crossed his legs to take in the sights of <em>all that opulence</em> in this lounge. <br><br>These other people were invited guests, perhaps those sort of distinguished inventors and scholars of the realm. He himself, he didn't quite know of his status yet. If all he had to do was to deliver the Harp and be off, it'd be most disappointing, really, but so be it. He reaches down to his chest to grab the ornate timepiece that hangs from around his neck, taking a brief peek at the time before looking up for any possible sign of Roxanne. By gad - he didn't even <em>know</em> how the lady looked like!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 22:17:24</strong>
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				<strong>[Daniel Vanderholt] -- [Dome Lobby] -- [Behaving Like Himself]</strong><br><br>"The pleasure is all mine, good Doctor.&nbsp; The good lady has introduced me, but please call me Daniel.&nbsp; As for myself, I'm an explorer of untamed wildernesses.&nbsp; Perhaps you've read some of the pennys documenting my exploits?&nbsp; I wouldn't put much stock in them, they exaggerate some of my deeds.&nbsp; I can assure you that there were only Five Deadly Sisters of Sinda, not Nine and fortunately for me and my wardrobe, a bit near-sighted.&nbsp; I also dabble in chemistry, perhaps we should find some time to sit down and conduct a reasonable trade of our creations?"&nbsp; Daniel smiled at the Doctor, the very picture of noble gentility.&nbsp; So Bahl made weapons?&nbsp; Perhaps Daniel could acquire some to properly arm his companions for his next expedition.&nbsp; They always seemed to die at an alarmingly fast rate thanks to one thing or another.<br><br>When Selena mentioned her business, Daniel smiled and nudged Doctor Bahl with his elbow, "I do say, Mephiston when the lady puts it that way, who are we to refuse?&nbsp; A livelihood is a sacred duty that must be fulfilled lest everything falls into disrepair from neglecting it.&nbsp; Good Selena, I put myself in your able hands."&nbsp; Daniel likewise put his hand in her hand while grabbing a hold of Mephiston's.&nbsp; "Surely you won't deny the good lady a chance to practice her profession?"&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 23:07:41</strong>
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				<strong>Tom O'Riley ...Continuing at the Front Desk ....seems to be a busy place ...as the noise of others arriving ...Security moving in and out ...helping to secure vehicles and such .</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Well that was one guild member taken care of anyways ..as Tom stood there not amused by the flamboyant arms creator and his theatrics . Though what can one do but watch as the one thing he was never quite good at unfold before his eyes this thing called social etiquette more commonly referred to as&nbsp; " bullshit ". All these pleasantries about ...how nice everyone looked and the wonders of society and civilization . Yea whatever ...really what all that meant is let me fluff my feathers like a proud peacock ..and hopefully I might be able to get in your pants later. As he let out a heavy sigh ... George would frisk them all down for weapons . <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Finished with his greetings, Mephiston whirled upon Tom, striding towards the desk and fumbling for his guild passport.<br>"Tom, Tom, good ol' Tom: haven't forgotten you yet.&nbsp; Now where is that, I know I put it somewhere here, terribly embarrassing, is it here, no, not here either, aha!&nbsp; Put it right here so I wouldn't lose it or forget about it.&nbsp; How silly of me, you must think of me a fool."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Tom rolled his eyes and took the passport .... " A good evening to you as well ... Dr. Bahl .."&nbsp; of course Tom already knew the man ...stamping his passport and already moving to put him into a room . Moving the security level on the place up a notch or two , the dude was insane in Tom's book anyways . As he raised an eyebrow at the whispered words in his ear.&nbsp; Looking up at the man with a scrunched up mouth to one side and his nose bent out of place . Thinking over those words of wit expressed with a deep thought process ...<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Now, I understand that Mister Chang simply does not tolerate weapons within the dome, but my profession as inventor means that I do require a method to display my wares.&nbsp; On top of that, I must remark that it has been a nervous several weeks... months... a long time, and I must say that I haven't been carrying myself around lightly if you understand my meaning.&nbsp; Now, usually, I would turn my weapons in here but I wonder if I could beg for an exception this time.&nbsp; Quite alright if you can't, don't want you to get into trouble, but I would dearly appreciate it."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Tom's first reaction was no ...and hell no . Dissecting all the information and there was a long ...long pause before words came out Tom's mouth . Slipping a piece of paper into the passport ... <strong>" Your accommodations have been made my good man ...Suite 106 ought to take care of you nicely . Though sometimes the front desk tends to loose the name of the individual staying in that Suite when doing an overall check for all guests when the man arrives a asking bout such things that aren't really in their jurisdiction . If such a list is asked for , you shall be advised. " </strong> nodding his head as if to re-affirm that no information on the guest staying at the Dome are given out if requested and it sure sounded like a request had been made. Tom was good at reading between the lines so to speak <strong>. "As far your interesting display ....I shall send a notification up to the owner Lee Chang ..and we might be able to arrange ..a demonstration ....outside perhaps if need be and beef up the security to protect your wares on display . Though on your person there will be no weapons permitted inside the Pleasure Dome . "</strong>&nbsp; as he pointed over to George ...<strong>" George will assist you in tagging in those ...that can be collected upon your departure . Welcome to the Pleasure Dome "&nbsp; </strong> The subject matter was now closed ..rules were rules and for a reason . <br><br><br>&nbsp;Now for this music man ..or delivery boy ... checking to see what that was all about always good to get a heads up . Seeing a notation in the logs about a harp being ordered by Roxanne . Oh good lord ...he had never even heard that lass sing let along play an instrument of this caliber . Tom had to chuckle to himself , Roxxi ...Roxxi ....Roxxi ....what are you doing now ...too much energy for your own good . Some ploy indeed was a working here ..best get the man a good room anyways . Rather grateful for the lingering others as the inappropriate looking minstrel did not seem to have a name recorded . For God sakes , did she order something from a total stranger.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 01:03:21</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes, Arriving and talking with Tom, hoping for some sort of employment.</strong><br><br>Victor had been traveling for what seemed to be days. Each path lead to the next but ever was his destination just beyond reach. At several points he almost convinced himself that it was not worth the trouble. Ever was his destination merely a whisper or a hint. What he wouldn’t give for a solid direction and a given distance. Finally he had managed to secure a seat upon a train (http://lime.dk/posting/steam_mofo.jpg), but his money only managed to purchase him the pleasure of feeding coal to the behemoth of an engine. At least it go him towards his destination and when he at last clambered down from its side he could honestly say that he would avoid such transportation in the future. <br><br>As his feet carried him towards the peculiar structure, his hands casually drifted to the twin pistols resting on his hips, their blades tamping the sides of his legs with each swaggering step. It was comfort to have them at his side but he had to wonder if he would be allowed to hold on to them at this place. It was hard to say for sure and he could honestly tell himself that he really had no clue what to expect here. Everything he knew did not even give him a hint of understanding as to what this place might hold even though he had heard the whispers of it.<br><br>As he drew closer, his eyes followed the unusual lines of the architecture. It put a smile upon his face and he studied it with his artificial eye, trying to use its limited functions to sort out some kind of pattern or hidden meaning in those magnificent, sweeping curves. Perhaps it was merely for the pleasure of the view and he could truthfully say that he had not laid eyes upon such things. Funny that he had been on the road eight years and building design still surprised him. Perhaps he was not as worldly as he would like to think.<br><br>Drawing up to the door, he paused at the sight of the various vehicles that rested around the structure. He was half tempted to remain outside and study each and everything, so very fascinated was he. But he told himself such things would be rude and since he was not familiar with the area he did not want to start off on the wrong foot by getting into trouble. Casting a longing glance at the steam tank and its amazing legs, he opened the door and stepped into the rather crowded entry way. Out of habit his hands drifted down to his hips and the handles of his two pistols. He didn’t draw them, merely needing the comfort of knowing that they were there while he tried to adjust so suddenly being in a crowded room.<br><br>Even with the use of his left eye he could not indentify anyone. That always left him on edge, especially since they all seemed to be talking freely and he had the peculiar feeling that he was going to be the odd one out. Taking a breath, he tried not to let his eyes linger on the lovely woman who was conversing with them. Judging by her, he was feeling that he might be in the right place. Skirting the edge of the room, not wanting to interrupt conversation, he moved over to the desk and looked at the man behind it. Sensing that he might be deep within his own thoughts, he glanced back around the room before looking at him, his voice low and a bit higher than he expected before he cleared his throat, his nerves getting to me. “Excuse…” He coughed. “Sorry. Excuse me but I was wondering if this is the famed Pleasure Dome. And if it is, might there be any chance of employment here? I understand that that might be quite the request but I have heard such great whispering of this place and it seemed like a good location to seek employment.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 01:16:34</strong>
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				<strong>Lilith Van Stratten, Entering the Lobby</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a3/Lilith1.jpg)</div> Lilith entered the lobby, slowly looking about, gazing with detached fascination as she made her way towards the front desk. She remained silent, choosing instead to watch the various people milling about the lobby area, chatting and engaging in social interactions. <br><br>The rituals of introduction fascinated Lilith. She wasn't used them. Then again, she also wasn't used to people.<br><br>From a pouch sewn into one of her sleeves, she extracted a small copper wand, very thin and about six inches long. Small blue lights blinked at its tip.&nbsp; She pressed a button on its side, and watched a panel slide away. Behind the tiny panel of the wand were several small gauges, measuring the approximately levels of temperature, humidity, and male and female pheromones in the air. Lilith studied the readings carefully, then tucked the wand back in her sleeve. <br><br>Lilith took a pad and a fountain pen out of a small leather purse that was slung over her shoulder. She jotted down some calculations, read them, frowned, and checked her figures. "Forgot to carry the seven," she muttered, nodding as she scratched out certain figures and scribbled down some more. <br><br>Satisfied with her new figures, she put away her pen and paper, and instead took out a small bottle of perfume from her purse, which she dabbed lightly on her wrists and her neck. The perfume smelled marvelous, like the lightest hint of roses ... if those roses grew in the Garden of Eden. The perfume was optimized for all of the given variables in the Lobby. And Lilith wanted to be at her best - if she intended for her studies of social interaction to be at their best, she knew she needed to present herself at maximum efficiency, particularly if she wished to engage in coitus. Which she most assuredly did.<br><br>Lilith took the small wand out of her sleeve again. She pressed a different button on its side, and its flashing blue lights turned red. She pressed the button a second time, and for a brief moment the light of the wand burned with the fury of a dying star.<br><br>The Lobby doors swung open. A mechanical man, dressed in the finest fashions that Paris had to offer, stepped heavily into the Lobby. The mechanical man carried multiple suitcases with ease in one hand, along with a heavy wooden crate in the other. <br><br>Lilith smiled thinly as she saw her new favorite automaton approach. Omega was her latest design, and her newest. She hadn't gotten the chance to properly give the clockwork android a trial run before coming to the Pleasure Dome. But, alas, there wasn't time, and she'd finally worn out the previous model - and her previous favorite - Omicron, just days before she needed to begin her travels. She briefly debated bringing Theta, one of her tried and tested earlier clockwork android models, to the Dome instead, but, well ... Theta wasn't quite as well-equipped as Omega. <br><br>Lilith clapped her gloved hands together. "Omega, come," she commanded.<br><br>Taking her time, Lilith moved up to the front desk, letting her clockwork android servant catch up to her. She gave the man behind the desk the briefest of smiles, but said nothing to him, politely letting him check in the others ahead of her before making proper introductions. It would be the polite thing to do, after all, and all the books that Lilith had read about etiquette indicated that politeness generally yielded positive results.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 03:05:34</strong>
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				[Doctor Mephiston Luciferion Bahl] - [In the lobby] - [Speaking with people and disarming]<br><br>"Have I read your exploits?" Mephiston exclaimed excitedly.&nbsp; "Sir Daniel Vanderholt, allow me to say that your tales of adventure have chased away many hours of boredom.&nbsp; No matter how exaggerated your adventures are, let me say that I sometimes find myself envious of the amount of good you have done in this world.&nbsp; Would I ever be content to see one of my inventions aid you in those darkest of moments and grant you safe egress from danger."<br><br>"And how could I deny the lovely Selena the practice of her profession?&nbsp; 'twould be the same as denying the inventor his right to create, the artist his canvas and brush.&nbsp; No, after much time spent alone, I would be most pleased to extend our time together.&nbsp; Despite my inventions failing to meet my intentions, I often find them selling quite well, and would be quite delighted if you would join me in seeking some refreshments before we turn towards other things."<br><br>"But first!"<br>Mephiston nodded towards Tom before heading over to George.<br>"I quite understand Tom.&nbsp; I had hoped to secure somewhere private to disarm, but if I need to disarm here then I must beg everyone for their indulgence at this utter breach of etiquette."<br>The process in which Mephiston disarmed himself could be described as surprisingly lengthy.&nbsp; First came the handkerchief from his waistcoat, placed at one side.&nbsp; Then the belt was undone and laid down.&nbsp; Next came the shoes, though the socks stayed.&nbsp; Taking off the waistcoat and putting it to one side, Mephiston undid his dress shirt buttons before reaching inside to disable what was revealed to be fine wiring.&nbsp; Satisfied, Mephistion unfastened his cuff links, which were hooked up to hidden wires, and then placed the shirt away from the rest of the discarded articles of clothing.&nbsp; Giving everyone an apologetic look, Mephiston lowered his trousers, revealing underwear made of leather and clockwork with a derringer hooked up to the entire apparatus front and center.&nbsp; Putting the safety on on the crotch cannon and unlocking some of the clatches, Mephiston removed his trousers and then the apparatus, using the waistcoat to preserve as much modesty as possible.&nbsp; Fully disarmed now, Mephiston buttoned up his pants and put on the waistcoast, very much lighter than before.&nbsp; Judging from the exposure of his body, Mephiston ate well and kept in good shape.&nbsp; Especially his legs: they looked built for running.<br>"It is heartily recommended that the handkerchief is kept away from sparks, extreme heat and open flames.&nbsp; Avoid touching the cufflinks to anything sensitive to high voltages and amplitudes, like machinery or people.&nbsp; The rest can be safely handled given care and attention."<br><br>Unconcerned for the fact that he now lacked shirt, shoes and underwear, Mephiston turned around to smile at Daniel and Selena, only to find that others had arrived.<br>"More people!&nbsp; Brilliant!&nbsp; I bid good day to everyone!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 03:34:45</strong>
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				<strong>["Alwin Anguish"] -- [Dome Lobby] -- [Eyeing Lilith. Mmm..!]</strong><br><br>Well well well, if <em>that</em> wasn't an odd one..<br><br>Alwin's seen his fair share of women, probably had far too many for his own good, but <em>this</em> one's different. Well-groomed, definitely, but unlike the airhead sort that titter and giggle at every single thing, this one seemed.. learned, and yet, frikin' hell, he couldn't put a finger on it. Yet seemed ignorant of an important thing or two. Whatever. That's a damned fine dame to look at, anyhow.<br><br>With the way she took out that little contraption and looked at it, she nearly seemed like what he usually did whenever he tuned his instruments. That brief, rapt expression of concentration to make sure that everything's going to be <em>just fine</em> before a performance, and this dame certainly looked like she was about to put up a performance for something that certainly <em>is</em> pretty damned mundane. And...<br><br><em>.. perfume</em>? Now, that's something. What was she exactly measuring? She looked quite satisfied at the end of it, even if she didn't seem like she let on much. Cause and effect. Test for something, find something, that something's done, task accomplished.<br><br><em>Interesting.</em><br><br>Well, the lady Roxanne's keeping him waiting, and the help doesn't seem like they want to help him get his job done. Might as well have a bit of fun, poke around a bit while he waits. There weren't any rules on the wall that stated that he can't, couldn't he?<br><br>He'd let her finish her business with the good man at the counter, then see whatever she'd be up to!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 06:07:13</strong>
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				<strong>Tom O'Riley ...Continuing at the Front Desk ....seems to be a busy place ...as the noise of others arriving ...Security moving in and out ...helping to secure vehicles and such .</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Okay two down but before the man could motion the music man forward ...another walked through the door ..armed it seemed . Well least it was in plain sight of all . Few of the Security guards shifted but Tom just held up a hand to them to calm down . Mean can't be making a bloody mess in the Lobby with all these people in there . As he glanced over to Selena ..if that woman would move downstairs he was sure that the two taken care of would follow her like puppy dogs wanting to be petted . <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Excuse…” He coughed. “Sorry. Excuse me but I was wondering if this is the famed Pleasure Dome. And if it is, might there be any chance of employment here? I understand that that might be quite the request but I have heard such great whispering of this place and it seemed like a good location to seek employment.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Tom returned his attention to the man looking for a job ....nodding his head at what he was looking at . Youth on this one's side anyways . <strong>" Do me a favor young man ...and have a seat over there . Do keep those weapons in their holsters ...as I don't like watching blood spatter all over the walls . Not so much the blood that bothers me as those dreadful white noodle looking things that have a way of splattering everywhere . Ruins the dinner you know . " </strong> As he waved him away ....looking around at the musician man that was already seated and being so gentleman like . Though he didn't quite seem the type . <br><br>Just as he was about to open his mouth though a woman appeared ...OH GOOD GOD ANOTHER ONE . Was this punishment for wanting to ravish Valerie earlier . IF so he repented , he did ...clearing his throat now . Looking over at Selena ... <strong>" Selena darling ...please it's getting crowded in here ...take these two gentlemen that have room keys ...on into the Pleasure Dome ....Show them their rooms ...something . "&nbsp; </strong> Seemed the Good Doctor ...was piling up his weapons on George . Best be making sure he got every single one of them back to ...wouldn't want the crazy man blowing the place up over a missing gun or something . <br><br><br>Looking back as the androids made their way in with the beautiful woman . My My My ....Miss Van Stratton&nbsp; had been busy since the last visit .&nbsp; Her perfume indeed filling the room as the breeze came through the door . Okay now ...<strong>" Miss Van Stratton ...passport please ...."</strong>&nbsp; holding out his hand .. <strong>" I believe your in room ...104 ..." </strong> as he moved to check the books .<strong> " Is there anything you might be needing this evening ?&nbsp; " </strong><br><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 06:47:00</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes, Moving about the entrance area while waiting for possible employment.</strong><br><br>Victor had expected such an answer. Actually he had to confess to himself that the man had actually been a lot more polite about asking him to wait than most of the owners of places that he had asked employment of. As he was turning to find a seat and the rather crowded room, he heard the comment about the weapons. He had no intention of removing them form where they were located but given the scene that has transpired over the other man’s weapons, he figured that it might be best to hand them over now and potentially get on the good side of this man behind the desk. Smile, he bowed gently. “Please, take them. I would not want to make you uncomfortable or break and rules.”<br><br>Snapping the guns from their holsters, he walked towards George with the hands facing the security man and handed the weapons over with a smile. Once the guns left his hands, he moved to take a seat, finding the only one easily accessible was next to the man with the harp. Shrugging, he moved over to take a seat next to Alwin, offering a polite nod. Once he was seated, he turned his attention back to the room and was a bit surprised to see what had walked in behind him. His eyes were immediately glued to the android, though he gave the woman some appraising as well. Both were indeed impressive specimens of their individual races to be sure but he could not believe the fluid movements of the android. It seemed to moved as effortlessly as a human, a much better display than some of the stuff his father had attempted or that he had seen on his adventures.<br><br><em>I wonder if I would ever get a chance to have a look at that thing. I would love to know how she made it so impressively. But looking at her, I haven’t gotten a chance.</em> With a slight sigh he leaned back against the wall, his right eye gazing at the floor while his artificial eye pivoted occasionally, studying each of the individuals occupying the room, a slight modification that he had done during his travels. Always helped to look unaware while getting a measure of those in the room secretly, thought he wasn’t sure how secretly he was able to managed since he figured these people may have seen it all and then some. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 07:59:11</strong>
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				<strong>&lt;Selena Yttrium&gt; - &lt;Exiting the lobby soon&gt; - securing her two new clients</strong><br><br>Selena listened with interest as Daniel explained his business. It was her job to listen and converse with men, of course, but seldom did any of them have anything as interesting to say as this explorer. "I look forward to hearing about more of your... exploits, Sir Vanderholt..." she told the gentleman, lightly running a hand down his arm.<br><br>With interest, she watched Mephiston disarm himself. An inventor of weapons, he said! Why, he had just about turned himself into a living weapon! Selena particularly enjoyed watching him lower his pants to reveal the substantial bulge in his underwear. "Nice... I like a dangerous man..." she told him approvingly once he was dressed once again. "I should warn you and Sir Vanderholt, though, that my fees are not cheap. Not that you two have anything to worry about, judging from what I've heard. Well, would you two gentlemen like to freshen up in your rooms first? Or shall we head to the playground to take up Doctor Bahl's offer of a drink?"<br><br>She nodded at Tom. It was getting very crowded indeed, and much as Selena liked to observe for more potential clients, she knew she was obstructing Tom's work. "Certainly, Tom. You know I can never refuse you... Well, good day, gentlemen, miss." And with a smile to the rest of the assorted guests in the lobby, Selena glided through the doorway to the inner part of the Pleasure Dome, leading Daniel and Mephiston along.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 15:06:24</strong>
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				<strong>Tom O'Riley ...Continuing at the Front Desk ....seems to be a busy place ...as the noise of others arriving ...Security moving in and out ...helping to secure vehicles and such .</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Please, take them. I would not want to make you uncomfortable or break and rules.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Tom looked over at the young man again as he handed over his weapons ..the one side of his face lifted up and twitching began. As the man had invaded his personal space , not that the deed being done was not admirable it was well noted in the grumpy mind . However it caused a stir in the man behind the desk as he began to mutter . <strong>" Fer the Love of God man ...Fill this here thing out ...you had some schooling ..least in the manners department I see "</strong>&nbsp; as Tom handed off a clip board with a piece of parchment on it .&nbsp; Application it seemed&nbsp; -&nbsp; Name , Age , Rank , Serial Number , Last Employer , Position Applied for ....all hand lines after them . Then one Sentence ... What you bringing to the Table - Fess up ! . <br><br>Letting Miss Van Stratton take her good ole time while making an entrance ...Tom pushed the house intercom thing .. and spoke into it .&nbsp; <strong>" Beatrice ...get your ass up and go fetch Roxanne ...tell her she has a music man , delivery boy ...sompthin here in the Lobby . Don't let her give you no grief now either ...tell her OLE Tom said to get her ass out down here ..we way too busy to be escorting people today . "&nbsp; </strong><br><br>A meek woman's voice came back ...." yessum ....ifin I gots to tell her all that ...she going to blow a gasket .." <br><br>Tom muttered something ..about women and their back talking ways ...one ought to turn them all over a knee and crack their asses a few times . Wrinkling his nose as he reached for a flask and pulled the top off ...tipping it up . By George ..he needed a DRINK.&nbsp; Gulping down a few swigs ...with a <strong>" Ahhhhhhhh "</strong> sound as he put the top back on . Nothing like a bout of medicine to be fixing the attitude . Now where was he anyways . <br><br>Looking across the way at the Lovely , well dressed woman ....indeed . Waiting on a woman the story of every man's life . As he tapped his fingers on the counter ...<strong>" Any Day now Miss Van Stratton ...might I say what a lovely traveling companion you have come here with this evening ...He SERVES you well ..does he . "</strong>&nbsp; glancing the android over all dressed up and god only knows what that bucket of nuts , bolts and gears could do . <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 00:35:27</strong>
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				<strong>Lilith Van Stratten, at the Front Desk, Talking with Tom, Watching the other Guests</strong><br><br>Lilith looked around the Lobby as she waited, finding herself fascinated by the interaction between all the people milling about. She wasn’t used to contact with living people. Since she’d built her clockwork automatons, she’d had little need of human servants at her mansion, particularly since the latest models were designed to service her other needs of the flesh as well. So she was surprised – mildly – to see that she’d garnered the attention of two males. One, who wore a curious eyepatch, appeared a bit uncertain of himself, and was perhaps a servant or employee of the Dome. The other dressed much more like a rogue, and appeared more than a tad bit eccentric. To Lilith’s eyes and experience, that meant he was an inventor.<br><br>Lilith gave the shyer of the two a small but friendly wave. At the other, she smiled awkwardly, and gave her head a slight tilt, acknowledging his attention. She believed that it was improper social etiquette not to acknowledge the attention of another, particularly if meant in a possibly amorous way. And Lilith had no desire to breach the social protocols of the Dome.<br><br>Speaking of which …<br><br>“Apologies,” Lilith said to the man behind the front desk. “I’m Lilith Van Stratten. Forgive me for my lack of attention, dear sir, my senses are currently overloaded by the vast number of people present.” She handed over her passport, as requested. “Room 104 will adequately suffice as lodging. And yes, my traveling companion and servant Omega serves me well, in many ways.”<br><br>“As for needs, I’ll require one of your harlots either later today, or tomorrow, for demonstration purposes,” Lilith said. “Specifically, their vaginal and anal passages. Possibly simultaneously.” She idly flicked a speck of dust off of her clockwork android’s shoulder, fussing over the automaton's appearance. “I ordinarily would allow my own passages to be used for such a demonstration, but I’ve found that my presentation skills for an audience are not quite optimal when they’re ravaged in a carnal manner.”<br><br>“I’ll also require a decanter of wine. Seven hundred milliliters, of something red, preferably aged for nine years, no more, no less. That level of fermentation should be ideally compatible with my own current body chemistry and hormone levels. Also, I’ll be looking for someone suitably compatible to provide proper stimulation for my erogenous zones.” She gave Tom a curious look. “Should I not be able to successfully procure a paramour elsewhere in the Dome, may I use you to service me sexually?”<br><br>Lilith turned back to Omega. She hastily grabbed a piece of parchment from the front desk, and with a few quick strokes, sketches out a fairly detailed layout of the main areas of the Pleasure Dome. She slid the parchment into a slit in the android’s neck. Loud gears hummed and clicked somewhere within the automaton, and the machine cocked its head at Lilith, as if waiting for orders.<br><br>“Room 104, Omega,” she said to the clockwork android. “Take the bags there, unpack them. Do not open the crate, merely leave it at the foot of the bed. Then join me in the Playground Area. <em>Go.</em>” Lilith pointed towards her room. With a whirr of machinery, the clockwork android picked up her heavy luggage and the heavier crate and stomped off as ordered.<br><br>“Thank you for your kindness, and your service,” Lilith said to Tom. “I hope to see you again in the Dome sometime in the next few days. And the wine, please have it made available to me in the Playground.”<br><br>Lilith began to head for the Playground, then stopped. She remembered her observers. She strode confidently over to the one she believed to be an inventor, and held out her hand, light at the wrist, to be kissed. As per proper social etiquette, of course.<br><br>“You are Alwin Anguish, yes?” Lilith asked the man. “I’m Lilith Van Stratten. A pleasure, to make your acquaintance. Just as I presume you’re very pleased to make mine.” She held out her arm a little, bent slightly at the elbow, offering it to him. “Do you wish you join me in the Playground? If so, you must escort me there, as that is the correct protocol for a gentleman caller.” She looked wondering at Alwin. “You <em>are</em> a potential gentleman caller, correct?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 03:31:23</strong>
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				<strong> Thaddeus Theodore Thudpucker the Third, Disembarking from the HMS Monsson and into the Front office of The Pleasure dome:</strong><br><br>Thaddeus whistled a jaunty tune as he worked on the final touches of his replacement,B.E.N., the air ships Bio-Electronic Navigator. (http://www.photosmagiques.com/gallery/characters/treasure_planet/IM003102.JPG) While the robot itself was technically air navy property, the Nav officer had been allowed to make a few adjustments to both the bot and its programming, so that it might react more readily to any given situation. Thaddeus pulled the Memory core from the data up-link and clicked it back in place at the top of the little robots head. <br><br>"I still can't believe I got the Capt'n to letting me do this." He muttered outloud as he activated the bot. <br><br>Its motors hummed and its Optic lights flickered on as it powered up. "Bio-Electronic Navigator unit ten, Reporting for duty, sir. How may I assist you?" <br><br>"Well my Mechinoid friend I'm afeard I'll be leaving this fine ship in your hands until I come back for ye. Me and the lad there," He said pointing towards his apprentice, Mist, who was concentrating on finding a way to get all of the tools back in the leather bag. "are headed off to the Inventors guild for a mission of utmost importance, and we'll be needing you to take over for us. As such I'm promoting ye to acting chief navigator."<br><br>"Oh Thank you, sir. I promise you wont regret it!!" The happy little Droid exclaimed dancing around his cyborg superior officer. "Now belay the tomfoolery and get to your duties, ye hunk of brass and cogs"! Thaddeus bellowed suddenly annoyed. "I still got work to be doing and I don't need you underfoot!" His voice softened though as he saw the droids face drop. "Ahh, I'm sorry I didn't mean it, Ben. Just get to it, before the Captain decides to nix my plans and demote ye for playin instead of workin." <br><br>The robot nodded, once more serious, and wheeled off. Anxious to prove itself.<br><br>An hour later the Sky Navy's Flagship dropped through the clouds to dock at the famed Pleasure Dome. Thaddeus smiled widely as its polished metal spire came into view over the side of the portside deck, still unable to believe that he was finally here. <br><br>"Talking the Captain into given you an I an all expense paid leave to the Dome under the guise of finding better battlements for the ship. Now that's some pretty fine bit of finagling, if I do say so meself. Some mighty fine finagling." He chuckled to his constant companion as he picked up his duffel and motioned for the boy to grab the trunk. With a light step and a lopsided grin the sailor walked down the gangplank towards the front office to check-in. His gasmasked friend close on his heels. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 03:44:32</strong>
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				["Alwin Anguish"] -- [Dome Lobby] -- [Still Eyeing Lillith..]<br><br>Ah, so he <em>did</em> catch the fancy dame's attention. A slight, polite nod of the head was given to her, and seeing her start to deal with the chap at the front desk, he shifts his attention to the large, packaged Golden Harp that still sits by his side. Opening the case up, just to kill time while waiting for Roxanne, really, a handkerchief is whipped out to polish away at the instrument, wishing it to be in pristine condition when it's finally presented to the customer. Alwin heaved a deep sigh of relief at seeing that while the trip here was rather bumpy, there was no damage inflicted to the Harp. No bumps, scrapes, scratches or anything. Good.<br><br>His ears pricked, though. From plenty of years of instinctively slipping away from the law, he could feel someone's eyes on him, and that someone's presence coming ever closer to him. Instead of seeking out a way of escape as he is much accustomed to, he turned around smoothly, thinking that it's Roxanne at long last and wore his most winning smile....<br><br>It took all of his wit to not have his eyes gape at Lilith in surprise. Going quite still for several moments to process the surprise and follow through with her expectant gaze, and her offered hand, it is taken in that most courtly manner with that roguish flair that has never failed with the fancy ladies. He did however, wonder if it'd work with this dame, too. Bowing forward to brush his lips gently against her gloved fingers, he regains his posture and blinks a little in surprise at how this lady so happened to know his name. Granted, he was quite the little-known Music Merchant and would certainly be pleased to know that people could start to know of this new identity of his, but it <em>was</em> quite unnerving to have her know it. He couldn't put a finger on the reason why.<br><br>"Why, yes, m'lady Lilith," Her name rolled off his tongue in a gentle, soothing purr. "A most distinct pleasure, indeed." Alwin looked quite amused, and yet flattered that she'd offer him to escort her to the main guest area, but he'd rather not offend the owners of the establishment - he didn't even know if he was permitted to wander anywhere else other than the lobby, and he <em>did</em> have his Golden Harp, large as it is sitting beside him.<br><br>He smirked a little though, when he was inquired of, so blatantly if he was a 'potential gentleman caller'. Of course he was! Who else wouldn't want to be, unless he was the sort who preferred to bugger boys? He felt a twinge of disappointment though, when he had to convey the unfortunate news to her.<br><br>"Alas, m'lady, I'm afraid I cannot - I'm not even given permission to go anyplace else than this fair Lobby. Unlike you, I am not quite a guest, you see."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 05:56:04</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes sitting in the lobby, applying for work</strong> <br><br>He could not explain how pleased he was to be getting the paperwork to fill out for employment. Honestly he had wondered if he would even get the chance given the general acting of the man behind the desk. Jumping to his feet, he smiled at the wave of the lovely woman who had returned his gaze and grabbed the clipboard. Returning to his seat, he read through the paperwork before drawing a small piece of coal from his pocket. Glancing around for a moment, he set the clipboard upon his lap and begins to right.<br><br>Name:<em>Victor Orestes</em><br>Age:<em>24</em><br>Rank:<em>Wanderer, sailor, warror</em><br>Serial Number:<em>unknown</em><br>Last Employer:<em>Alexander Bastion, Air Navy Captain</em><br>Position Applied for:<em>Security Detail</em> <br>What you bringing to the Table - Fess up!: Weapons knowledge, maintenance, ability to talk down situations that seem on edge. Unafraid to face any challenge that is presented. <br><br>Victor regarded his answers for a long moment. Hopefully he had given enough information to be considered for the job. Now that things were laid out before him he really was surprised by how little he had been able to write. Some of the things asked for were just not part of his knowledge and this was actually the first time he had ever needed to fill paperwork. Usually he had merely gone to the employer, offered what he knew and had been hired on the spot. <br><br>Nervously he rose from his spot, skirting the interaction between the lovely Lilith and Alwin. Certainly he was a bit ruffled that she had chosen to speak with the guy with the large harp over him but then again, he really didn’t give it much thought. Approaching the desk slowly, he glanced at the man behind it, nervously placing the clipboard before him. “I hope that I have filled out everything for you. Please ask if you have any questions. I fear my handwriting is not one of my strong traits.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 06:51:17</strong>
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				<strong>[Daniel Vanderholt] - [Dome Lobby] - [<del>Making A Choice</del>Already Made Up His Mind]</strong><br><br>Daniel told the story about the time in the highlands of Borneo where he and a companion were there to find the Fabled Garnet of Et to Selena while Bahl was preoccupied with some business with Tom.&nbsp; "Of course, that wasn't the last time me and Old Tam worked together. But that's an tale for another time..."&nbsp; Daniel smiled appreciatively as Selena stroked his arm, "Of course, fair Selena I'll do better than just...talk about them."<br><br>As she turned her attention to Mephiston's public disrobement so too did Daniel turn his gaze to watch.&nbsp; Daniel's smile grew as he appreciated the whole of Bahl's fine form from top to bottom...&nbsp; <em>Very fine indeed.</em> Contemplating what sorts of things to do with him later, Daniel whispered into Selena's ear.&nbsp; "I wonder if you are willing share the burden of handling the good Doctor's 'welfare' with me...&nbsp; I do after all have an interest in humanitarian aid."&nbsp; His appreciative stare did not cease even after Bahl had made himself proper again.<br><br>"I do believe drinks are in order first.&nbsp; Welfare management is thirsty work after all, is it not?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 08:11:48</strong>
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				[Doctor Mephiston Luciferion Bahl] - [In the lobby] - [Heading off with Daniel and Selena]<br><br>"Certainly, let us depart and let Tom get back to his work.&nbsp; It would hardly do to crowd the entryway when we've already secured passage into the dome.&nbsp; While I would prefer to amend my current state of dishabille, as I find the lack of shoes somewhat awkward, a friendly beverage before we attend to the human condition seems like a jolly idea indeed.&nbsp; And since dear Selena is a seamstress, I would love to make use of her talents and acquire a shirt.&nbsp; And possibly underpants."<br>Mephiston raised a curious eyebrow.<br>"My dear, you would be alright with fashioning male undergarments?&nbsp; I'd hate to impose if otherwise, but I've been fancying something custom-tailored as of late.&nbsp; Money isn't much of an issue, so if you have any suggestions about style or materials, I would be happy to listen to them.&nbsp; I hear silk is becoming more fashionable, though I am uncertain if there has been much done in the way of silk underwear.&nbsp; Perhaps an avenue to explore."<br><br>"But yes, beverages await!" Mephiston cheerfully declared before following after Selena and exiting the lobby.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 15:47:32</strong>
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				<strong>Tom O'Riley ...Continuing at the Front Desk ....seems to be a busy place ...as the noise of others arriving ...Security moving in and out ...helping to secure vehicles and such .</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“As for needs, I’ll require one of your harlots either later today, or tomorrow, for demonstration purposes,” Lilith said. “Specifically, their vaginal and anal passages. Possibly simultaneously.”...............“I ordinarily would allow my own passages to be used for such a demonstration, but I’ve found that my presentation skills for an audience are not quite optimal when they’re ravaged in a carnal manner.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;Tom ..grabbed a piece of paper to write the long list of things to come from the lady on her requirements down . Though when she started out ... his mind went into a place that ...well . As he glanced up at her opening his mouth ..but seemed unable to make a comment . He had for once became speechless. Mean she was talking about ...what was she talking about ....demonstrating . ..<strong>." ummm ...I ...okay ...request for Har ....volunteer to be ravished in a public display ..to help with carnal ..double penetration ..." </strong> raising an eyebrow at the woman . The whole idea had mental pictures that were driving Tom simply mad with lust . His britches most likely had a tent effect going on. <strong>" Someone will be in contact to inform you of the evening coming up free for such ...a ...a ...demonstration of your wares . We are talking about an invention ...double throttle , variable speed .....medical purposes I assume . " </strong> as he looked for that flask ...he was going to need a drink indeed. <br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“I’ll also require a decanter of wine. Seven hundred milliliters, of something red, preferably aged for nine years, no more, no less. That level of fermentation should be ideally compatible with my own current body chemistry and hormone levels. Also, I’ll be looking for someone suitably compatible to provide proper stimulation for my erogenous zones.” She gave Tom a curious look. “Should I not be able to successfully procure a paramour elsewhere in the Dome, may I use you to service me sexually?”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>" Wine ...most available my dear and will be brought to you private chambers as always ...." </strong> as he continued to write then just stopped . Looked up at the woman ...my good God . Did she say that or was he just imagining that in there . Straightening up his face indeed was crimson red . Maybe he had a bot too much to drink ..was only a few swigs for God sakes .<strong> " A good massage ...indeed on the list of services my my dear ...Lady Stratton. "</strong> maybe he best not answer the last one ...but he found words spilling out his mouth .<strong> " If anything is not up to your requirements ...you may use the house phone to contact me . I shall do everything in my power to right the circumstances. " </strong> his hand was shaking as a new set of images entered his mind . Oh dear God this woman was going make him cream his pants if she kept it up. <br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Thank you for your kindness, and your service,” Lilith said to Tom. “I hope to see you again in the Dome sometime in the next few days. And the wine, please have it made available to me in the Playground.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Tom ..looked at the woman with a blank stare for awhile ....then blinked ...<strong>" Yes my Lady ...indeed ...Room 104 .." </strong> how he was managing to not stutter and bite his tongue was unknown to Ole Tom ...hell he could be drooling for all he knew . Moving a hand up to check and wipe his mouth just in case . Either way when she turned her attentions to the music man ...it became a blessing indeed . Good Luck on handling her , he thought to himself as Tom was not so sure he had survived the encounter or not . Mean the rumors of her mechanical toys and trying to please her to the same extent well maybe with his mouth he would do better . As his mind went back into the gutter . <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> “I hope that I have filled out everything for you. Please ask if you have any questions. I fear my handwriting is not one of my strong traits.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Tom took the clipboard back and ....looked up at the man looking for a job again . Glancing back down at the writing , not to bad really . <strong>" Oh yes ....Mister ....Ortese ....Security , weapons ...maintenance work ..."</strong> glancing back up at him .<strong> " Very well chap ...show me what balls you have and ask the Lady Stratton to step into that office over there and confiscate the blade on her leg along with any other weapon she might have on her possession . You survive that one without getting yourself killed we will talk . "</strong>&nbsp; Pointing to the office . <strong>" George is still dealing with ..tagging away the other pile of weapons from our other guild member that shall not be named. "&nbsp; </strong><br><br>Just as Tome finished talking ....he noticed the musician was declining the offer to escort Ms Stratton into the pleasure Dome . Good man . Crossing the lady Roxanne was not in his best interest as she had a wicked little way of getting back at people who got her panties in a wad . Giving him a nod ...as he looked at Lillith ..<strong> " Madam ...if you will go with Victor here ..to finalize the entry process . I need to have a few words with ...Mr Anguish ...."</strong>&nbsp; that was the name she used least he thought so . Maybe they knew each other . None the less . Motioning the man forward . <br><br>Once he arrived at the counter ...others were heading down into the facilities ...he spoke . <strong>" I have sent Beatrice to round up Roxanne ...I do apologize for the delay the woman is most likely making sure she is presentable . Once she has informed me of your accommodations to be made . You will be free and clear of course to escort anyone whom asks . I hope you understand our precautionary procedures . I would say it won't be long ...but I got a feeling I would become a liar . "</strong> handing him the flask ....<strong>" here you might need this more than me ..but don't run off to far with it . "&nbsp; </strong><br><br>Then the door opened again . Tom looked over and ...began to mutter , what in the Sam hell was he ever going to get any dinner . Motioning the Music man away ...seemed he had another guest to check in ...busy place this evening . <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 19:23:47</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes, conversing with Tom in the lobby, moving to confront Lilith</strong><br><br>Victor was very pleased to hear that he had everything in order and had possibly earned the job. Before he could turn away to silently celebrate, Tom seemed to look him in the eye, gauging his measure before nodding for the stunning woman that had been the subject of his gaze before he had finished the paperwork. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">&nbsp; " Very well chap ...show me what balls you have and ask the Lady Stratton to step into that office over there and confiscate the blade on her leg along with any other weapon she might have on her possession . You survive that one without getting yourself killed we will talk . "</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Eyeing the woman, he nodded slowly before releasing that he should properly comment that he understood the task at hand. ”Understood sir. I shall see to it right away.” Stepping away from the desk, he moved forward, pausing only to let the conversation between Alwin and Lilith finish. He might be the new member of security but he was certainly not going to start things off by being rude. Besides the customers here seemed to be more than willing to give up their weapons so why wouldn’t she?<br><br>”Excuse me Miss… Lilith Stratton. As a member of security I have been sent over to escort you to a nearby office to check you for weapons. Tom had suggested the office to allow you privacy should you have any weapons on your bodice that cause the outfit to be removed.” Good lord he really hoped that he wasn’t sweating. It was a heard enough task to keep his eyes on her face with that ample bosom on display in such a way. His hands were clasped behind his back to keep them from fidgeting. He didn’t know why he was so nervous, he had done things like this before, but honestly this might be the first time he had ever truly asked an alluring woman to step aside so that he might frisk her.<br><br>”Right this way if you will.” He raised a hand towards the door Tom had indicated, waiting for her to step towards it so that he might follow suit. Part of him was hoping that he would only need to procure the knife as he was uncertain he could handle frisking such a woman without becoming aroused. Of course the other half of his was begging for weapons to be latched everywhere so that he would have to strip her down and peel everyone off. Oh this was not a good way to start things out at all…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 00:20:31</strong>
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				<strong>Lilith, Being Rejected by Alwin, Disarming Herself for Victor</strong><br><br>“Oh. Pity. Perhaps another time, then.” Lilith stood there in front of Alwin for a moment, her arm still held out awkwardly towards him, before she allowed it to slowly drop back to her side. A puzzled look crossed the lovely young woman’s face. She hadn’t anticipated rejection. Clearly, she’d broken some rule of social decorum. Or perhaps misunderstood one of the rules. She resolved to review her various information files regarding greeting and salutations later on in the evening, as her hours of prior study in her mansion evidently were flawed.<br><br>Lilith felt her cheeks burning a little as well. Which, again, puzzled her. She didn’t detect an increase in temperature, but she suddenly felt uncomfortably warm.<br><br>The conversation between the lovely worker behind the desk and the gentleman seeking employment became a little louder. Lilith realized that they were speaking about her. And, specifically, her armaments. She merely nodded as the gentleman – named Victor, based on the snippets of conversation that she’d heard – came over, and asked her to accompany him to a nearby office.<br><br>“I understand completely,” Lilith said to Victor. “Please know that I do not require privacy for disrobing, I have no issue with removing my clothing for you here in the Lobby. However, since doing so might offend others and be considered of poor comportment, I shall do as you require.” She walked calmly over to the office, and waited for Victor, allowing him to close the door.”<br><br>“And I do apologize profusely,” Lilith said. “I didn’t consider the inappropriateness of bringing personal armaments into the Pleasure Dome. I always carry them when traveling, but that is of course against Lee Chang’s rules. Please convey my pardons to Mister Chang for my unspeakable rudeness.”<br><br>Lilith pulled out a wooden chair from behind a desk. She placed one foot on the chair, and hiked up her skirt, revealing a long, slender, well-toned leg. A large knife, held in a leather sheath, was strapped to her pale, creamy thigh. “My dagger, of course,” Lilith said. “It was forged in Japan for me, please take care. It’s extremely sharp.” She removed the sheath from her leg and placed it on the table. “I confess that I do not know how Tom detected it. He has extremely good vision. I may have to examine him.”<br><br>With a sigh, Lilith removed her foot from the chair, and put her other foot upon it, keeping her skirt hiked up, and revealing her other pale, creamy thigh. A strange looking chrome gun in a black leather holster was strapped to her other thigh. “Attend to this carefully,” Lilith said. “The gun is of my own design and manufacture. The bullets are glass, and filled with flesh-eating bacteria. I’ve injected myself with appropriate counter-measures to resist the bacteria, but I cannot assure your safety if you drop the weapon.”<br><br>Lilith stepped off the chair, and gently pulled down her skirt, brushing herself off. “I believe that covers all my armaments,” she said pleasantly. Abruptly, she frowned. “No, my apologies, I have forgotten one.”<br><br>She reached behind her back, and quickly undid the laces of her dress. Shrugging off her sleeves, Lilith allowed the front of her dress to fall away, completely revealing her round, luscious breasts to Victor. Her breasts had large, soft pink nipples, and a small silver pendant hung from a silver chain between her quite ample cleavage. Idly, Lilith undid the chain, and handed over both the chain and pendant to Victor.<br><br>“I haven’t given this a name yet,” Lilith said. “It creates a self-sustaining highly exothermic reaction with significant concussive force. Suffice it to say, it can level a city if used improperly.” She stared at it, puzzled for a moment, her dress still pulled down to her waist. “For the life of me, I can’t remember why I thought to bring it here. No matter.”<br><br>Lilith pulled her dress back up, and started to relace it. “Is there anything else that you require of me?” she asked. “I would ask you to accompany me to the area known as the Playground. But I imagine you need to properly store my armaments. That, and as you are now employed by Lee Chang, it would be inappropriate for me to consort with you while you are on duty. Unless, of course, I am mistaken?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 03:17:29</strong>
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				<strong>["Alwin Anguish"] -- [Dome Lobby] -- [Just parted with Lilith, and speaking to Tom]</strong><br><br>Poor girl. By the look in her eyes, she looked utterly devastated! He didn't quite intend to reject her as she might have thought - he simply couldn't! Well, rules are rules. He'll have his chance, sooner or later.<br><br>Flashing a quick wink at Lilith before she had to turn away to head off to the office, and noticing that he was <em>finally</em> being beckoned to the counter, he leans against it, easily, nodding forward to hear the man out and nods with an altogether winning smile and slips the given flask into a pocket. He was never one to let free stuff pass by him, really. "Why, of <em>course</em>, good sir. Rules are rules, and I'm certain that you have enough trouble herding these kittens around without having any disturbances." <br><br>Alwin felt thankful that he was dismissed as quickly as he was beckoned to the counter. He didn't really feel like leaving the Harp unattended for too long, and returns to sitting by its side and waits for his customer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 19:13:01</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes, escorting Lilith to the side office, trying not to enjoy the display too much…</strong><br><br>Victor was quite pleased when she accepted his request though he tried not to blush when she mentioned that she would be fine removing her weapons in public. It saddened him that he would not be the only one to enjoy the show that would be coming from this woman but then he accepted that it was not his place to hold it all to himself. Still when conceded to stepping into the office he did his best to not keep a little pep in his step.<br><br>Once they were inside, he locked the door, nodding to her comments. He really doubted that it was his place to talk to her but he nodded to her statements. His first reaction was to be polite and not observe her undressing but when he thought about it he figured that he would need to keep a vigil eye upon her so that she would not miss anything that could be deemed as a threat and get him into trouble.<br><br>The reveal of her creamy thigh had him blushing and smiling, thoroughly pleased with his new job. When she mentioned Tom’s vision and ability to discern where the dagger was he chuckled softly. &nbsp;“Actually it seems to be the trend of most women to carry some sort of weapon on their thigh, for ease of dispatching men that push their luck too far, or so I have been told.” Folding his hands before him, mostly to cover anything that might be stirring in his pants from the show, he continued to watch her lift the other leg and remove the gun strapped to it. A shiver ran up his spine as she mentioned what the weapon was capable of and he made a mental note to be extra careful with it when he delivered it to Tom.<br><br>When she mentioned that she was finished, he moved forward but came up short when she seemed to recall something else. Without warning she seemed to undo the back of her dress and pull it down, her breasts practically bursting forth into his field of vision. His eyes moved instinctively to the chain around her lovely neck, following it down to her cleavage but just before he got to the pendant, he got lost in the sight of her wonderful soft nipples. His tongue absently darted around his lips and when he realized it he blushed, hoping that she hadn’t noticed it. His arousal was cut short as she began to explain what the little pendant did. Blink, he cleared his throat. “I believe that we will have to tell Tom what that is capable of so that he can store it in the proper location. Such a volatile thing could be very dangerous for this place.”<br><br>He was temped to groan when she secured her dress back in its place. It would have been quite enjoyable to have stared at her lovely bosom a bit longer. Snapping back into what was going on in the room, he considered something for a second before stepping forward. “I hope you won’t mind as you have been very forthcoming, but I do believe that I should pat you down. I do not doubt that you have given everything, just want to be thorough.” Stepping forward, he moved behind her, hesitating for a moment before his hands were places upon her sides just below her arms. Gently he patted down her sides to her waist, his hands working up her back and then back down her front. Once he was done, he knelt down, patting down her left leg just beneath her hip and work his way down, using the fabric of her dress so that he would not offend her. He then worked his way up her right leg, stopping at her hip, hoping to not cross any boundaries.<br><br>Standing up slowly, he bowed his head slightly. “Thank you for your patience. Let’s get these things out to Tom.” He moved over to scoop up the items carefully as most of them seemed quite potent. “As for your request, I believe we can run it past Tom and see what he thinks. I am not entirely sure about the full rules and restrictions of the Dome but I would expect that if a guest requests something than it shall be made available to them.” Moving to the door, he opened it, waiting for Lilith to step out before he followed her.<br><br>Moving up to the front desk, he placed the items in a row near where George would stand. “Tom sir, there are several items here that need extra caution when being stored. This pistol here apparently holds some kind of flesh eating bacteria bullets. This pendant here is capable of quite the bang if mishandled.” Looked at the items once more and then glanced at Lilith. “One other thing sir, the lady has asked for an escort to the Playground. I am unsure of the procedures so I felt it best to ask you what the policy is given that she requested me as an escort.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 19:36:08</strong>
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				<strong>Tom O'Riley ...Continuing at the Front Desk ....seems to be a busy place ...as the noise of others arriving ...Security moving in and out ...helping to secure vehicles and such . Beatrice returning with the words sent from Roxanne. </strong><br><br>&nbsp;Tom glanced over and blinked ...was that Thaddeus ....oh heaven sakes what an important guest they had coming in now . As he moved to check the books ...a little distracted by the new employee and the lovely lady . Keeping an eye on how he handled that situation for she might look like a dainty beauty in need of protecting but that was FAR FAR from the case . He had an ear to the rumor network and that young lady could turn on a dime and oh god help the poor son of a bitch that ruffled her petticoats the wrong way . <br><br>&nbsp;Though she was accommodating him into the office as the door shut and the distinct noise of the locking mechanism going into effect . Tom said a small prayer for the young man ...as he was already starting to like the buck . Writing on his application ..&lt; Found his balls anyways &gt; ....smirking . Ahh yes indeed Thaddeus was in Room 105 . Preparing to get things ready for the man . As he did not wish to upset the militarian god ...what a genesis he was indeed and gracing his presence here would be most wonderful . To be a fly on the wall in the VIP area when General Thaddeus and Dr Bahl would exchange their views . Oh now that made Ole Tom positively giddy with excitement as he seemed to get off on such things . <br><br>&nbsp;Beatrice (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/Beatrice.jpg) popped back into the room ..the hustle and bustle of her skirt drew up the attention of many . She was nervous ..playing with the hem of her skirt as she slide behind the counter . That one finger of hers poking into Tom's shoulder ...poke ...poke ..poke . Tom turned ..<strong>" Good God woman stand back from me ....your crowding me in making me all flustered ...what is it ..spits it out now. "&nbsp; &nbsp;</strong> <br><br>Beatrice took a step back and looked down at the tent that was in Tom's pants and she smacked him across the face nice and hard.<strong> " Don't you be accusing me of causing that there tent in your britches ..."</strong> as she wiggled her finger at him . <strong>" you Horny old toad you Thomas O'Riley ...you be rubbing up on the desk again ...seeing to many pritty ladies and a day dreaming ...oh no this not be any fault of mine . Running your errands as you plays with yourself behind the desk . "</strong>&nbsp; as she slammed her hand down on the books . <br><br>Tom's face turned all red as her tried to cover up his hard on ...oh bloody hell as he growled at her .. <strong>" I was NOT REFERRING to that ISSUE Beatrice . Of course your not responsible , Now settle your ass down before I spank ya . " </strong><br><br>Beatrice's eyes went wide and an anger filled her as she reached out and grabbed hold of his tie and pulled him down .<strong> " Listen here you croutchity bastard ...I ain't afraids of the likes of you . I'll snip that thing off you even think of implying I not good enough to be causing an issue like that in a man . No get the musician a room as the Lady Roxanne don't want him to be a awaiting on her in the lobby while she gets dressed for the night . "</strong> letting go of the tie as Tom was gasping for air ...what in the sam hell got into that woman . She flipping on both sides of the coin faster than Tom's head could keep up with her . <br><br><strong>" Fine ..put the damn musician in Room ...103 ...please escort him there and try not to mull the man ...got your panties in a wad Beatrice for no reason . " </strong>As Tom tried to straighten his vest ...loosen the tie . Muttering something about someone needing a good roll in the hay a bit more than he did . Women , never making up their minds . She just had to cause a big scene with all these people looking on . <strong>" Mister ...Anguish ...come on up and sign in ..We Shall move that musical contraption and any other bags you have up to the Room . " </strong>passing over his paperwork . <strong>" Please read the rules and that for the club ...Miss Beatrice here will be showing you to the room . Hand over any weapon you might have to George over there . And be careful of the little one ...as she seems to be a bit more feistier than usual . " </strong> Shaking his head ..well at least that tent in his britches was no more . <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Moving up to the front desk, he placed the items in a row near where George would stand. “Tom sir, there are several items here that need extra caution when being stored. This pistol here apparently holds some kind of flesh eating bacteria bullets. This pendant here is capable of quite the bang if mishandled.” Looked at the items once more and then glanced at Lilith. “One other thing sir, the lady has asked for an escort to the Playground. I am unsure of the procedures so I felt it best to ask you what the policy is given that she requested me as an escort.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Tom looked over at the new employee ...and reached for a map of the facilities ....and shoved it into his chest .<strong> " Here , ...Victor Right ...the lady is in Room 104 ....and the playground area is clearly marked . You go ahead and escort the woman down ...have yourself a look about the place and come backs up here within the hour and we will be talking of things like your pay and get you a room to sleep in and the likes of finalizing the process. Screw up , step out of line and you be shown the door . GOT ME . "</strong>&nbsp; growling at the boy a little undeserving but Tom was about fed up with this group gathering in his lobby . Nodding his head to Lillith as she seemed to be exiting the office area , damn if she wasn't going to start his manhood back into a solid erection as visions of her hiking the skirt up and the soft silky hose on those legs . Ummmmm ....to touch them , run his hand over them . <br><br>Turning back to the musician ....<strong> " Oh yes and I be needing that Flask if you don't mind turning it back over . "</strong>&nbsp; hand out stretched to take the thing back from the weird looking minstrel man. <br><br>Beatrice had moved over onto the other Side of George trying to collect herself ...tapping her foot and that snarling gaze she had when pissed off still direct towards Tom . She tired of being the YO-YO errand girl , soothing things and words over between that man and the Harlots . Then to have him be accusing her of crowding his space ...right trying to hide his own hardon . Looking over at Lillith as the perfume was define ...oh well now this beauty must be what he was back there jerking off over . Making a .. " ummpth " noise as she waited on the musician to finish through everything . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 23:50:54</strong>
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				<strong>Lilith, being frisked by Victor, a little confused</strong><br><br>“You need to still search me?” Lilith asked. There was a hint of uncertainty in her voice. “But I’ve provided you with all of my armaments.” A puzzled look crossed her face, but suddenly, she nodded, looking more confident. “You need to follow your own protocols, or those of the Dome, for security purposes. I understand.”<br><br>Lilith held out her arms at her sides, allowing Victor to freely pat down her sides. He stood behind her as he patted her down, and she felt his breath on the back of her slender neck, warm and smelling of fine coffee. As he worked his way down to her waist, Lilith found her breathing becoming shallow, and more rapid … and she felt a heat rising in the cheeks of her face, as well as her ample bosom. Her heart pounded inside her chest, thundering like a drum. The reaction surprised Lilith, and confused her as well. <em>He must have some sort of foreign substance on his person, possibly a chemical compound, causing an allergic reaction,</em> Lilith thought hesitantly. <em>Clearly, that’s the logical cause for this …</em><br><br>It got slightly worse, when Victor’s hands slid down to her legs. Lilith felt herself getting slightly lightheaded … the warmth burning in her face and chest spread down between her thighs, and she let out a very soft moan. She closed her eyes, and she bit her lip, trying not to make another sound. Mercifully, Victor finally finished, and stepped away from her, satisfied that she had no further armaments. The allergic reaction started to pass, although Lilith still needed to extract a Japanese fan from her purse and wave it vigorously at herself, to help he cool down.<br><br>“That … that should suffice, I think,” Lilith said, still fanning herself. She stepped out of the room, but then waited a moment for Victor to take her items to the front desk. She followed along behind him to the desk, making sure to stay several paces behind, so as not to interfere with his work. She waited patiently, a few paces away from Victor, to see if he would be allowed to escort her to the Playground, or if his newfound security duties would detain him and leave him unavailable. Judging from the map and the instructions being provided to Victor by Mr. O'Riley, however, Lilith deemed it probable that she would not have to enter the Playground alone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 04:20:14</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes, main lobby, reading the map</strong><br><br>Victor was beside himself with quite happiness when he got permission to escort the lovely lady around the Dome. He had not missed the reaction that she had to his touch and found it quite thrilling that just fulfilling his duties had turned on such a lovely lady. Perhaps this was going to be a very enjoyable job after all, especially if he got called to check more lovely ladies. Scanning the map quickly, he bowed his head to Tom slightly, understanding the consequences if he swayed from his duties. He was not planning on getting wrapped up in anything; he merely wanted to see his job done. <br><br>Turning to Lilith, he bowed slightly at the hip, smiling. “Miss Stratten, I have been given permission to escort you to the playground as well as your room should you wish it though I am away that your companion already knows that way. If everything is order then let us be on our way.”<br><br>Offering the crook of his elbow to her, he waited for her to take it before leading her towards the staircase. As they passed the guards he glanced at the woman who seemed to be observing Lilith with a great deal of… was it curiosity or something else? Victor could only guess at what might have transpired between them but he decided that it was not his place to think of such things. Shrugging the thought off, he lead her to the stairs and down into the Playground.<br><br><strong>Moving to the Playground</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 11:28:00</strong>
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				<strong>["Alwin Anguish"] -- [Dome Lobby] -- [Signing in.. finally!]</strong><br><br>Alwin heaved a sigh of relief - he wasn't going to get stuck at the Lobby forever, after all. His ears perked at the room he was assigned to. 103. That delicious little tart was just right next to him at 104! <em>Excellent</em>.<br><br>"Why, a most capital arrangement, kind sir..!" the roguish Minstrel replied to Tom, sauntering up to the counter and hands the flask over as requested, not having even taken a sip of the contents within. As much as he did not relish leaving his product in someone else's hands, it was best not to offend his hosts, really, and as long as his obligation to his customer wasn't put in jeopardy. Alwin digs into his pockets for a moment, and produces his passport. Fake, obviously, but produced most expensively by the most demanding and most demanded counterfeiters in the black market. He was quite confident that it'd be up to scrutiny save for yet another counterfeiter. That passport of his, with his actual photo and false identity is opened up and slipped forward towards Tom as he signs in.<br><br>Having finished and shooting a glance at Lilith's direction, he'd try his utmost not to let his prey run fully astray yet. <br><br>"I shall trust that you will take good care of my instrument, sir, it was most specifically requested for by Miss Roxanne, and I'd certainly hope not to incur her wrath should it turn up damaged."<br><br>Parting ways with the counter with a light tap on his hat, sure now that he was certainly allowed to escort anyone to anyplace he liked, Alwin makes quite the unsubtle beeline towards Lilith, but takes care to observe the circumstances before making his move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 02:35:23</strong>
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				<strong>Thaddeus Theodore Thudpucker the Third making his way to the front desk:</strong><br><br>Thaddeus touched down just as the front lobby started to clear out, seemed the guild was unusually busy this afternoon. The officer chuckled slightly as he caught bits of the crowds conversation from the gangplank and the flustered tone of the Front desk clerk.<br><br>"Ahh Mister O'Riley! Tis good te see ye once more." Thaddeus belleowed as he reached the bottom of the gang plank.&nbsp; <br><br>"I believe My self and my associate have been set up in one of yer rooms for a bit of extended Arr an Arr."&nbsp; <br><br>Tom with his usual efficient manner informed him of his lodgings and checked his credentials. So it wasn't until after he had signed his name in the members book that the old sailor dropped his voice and asked what he really wanted to know in a sly whisper. <br><br>"Might I inquire as to wether or not a certain Dr. Bahl might have already arrived? Him and I's got a bit of business to attend to during my visit."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 05:03:57</strong>
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				<strong>Tom O'Riley ...Continuing at the Front Desk ....seems to be a busy place ...as the noise of others arriving ...Security moving in and out ...helping to secure vehicles and such .&nbsp; </strong><br><br>&nbsp;Well now ..least he had his flask back from the musician ....as George moved to check Mr Anguish for weapons , patting the man down . Taking any that were offered up one way or another ...and giving Beatrice a nod . A few other gentlemen appeared from out of the back and lifted the harp like instrument up as they were going to be taking it to The musician's room as word would be sent back to Roxanne that he had indeed been given a room as she requested .Beatrice waiting patiently for the whole process ...though it seemed that the man was more interested in the lovely blonde woman . So she was unsure of what to do exactly . <br><br>&nbsp;Thaddeus Theodore Thudpucker the Third was signing the books and getting his paperwork seemed this man once moving wasted no time at all . Which made ole Tom's day indeed as finally a smile had returned to his face .<strong> " Thaddeus ...Sir Thudpucker ....you been placed in Room 105 ..."</strong>&nbsp; now for that last question . It made perfect sense that they would have business together , knowing their line of work and positions . Well he would be finding out sooner or later right .<strong> " Yes Sir ...I do believe the man has checked in already ...most likely you will find him in the Playground area ...tipping a drink . He seems in the social mood this evening anyways ." </strong> Thomas rolled his eyes ..oh was that bag of air ever in a social mood . Hopefully ...Selena would take care of a little of that . As the man seemed to need her services anyways . Hell anyone could use that woman's services question was could they afford them . <br><br>Tom pointed the direction ....to George ....<strong>" If you wouldn't mind turning over your weapons ...we will be sure to hand them over when you leave . In perfect order ...That I swear on me life . "</strong>&nbsp; and indeed that was not something said lightly . As he took the top off the flask and tipped it upwards and took a few gulps ...looking about then with a smirk . He was caught up now maybe he could get some dinner ....fresh bread with some beef stew sounded like a good hearty meal to him . Least that is what he had heard the kitchen was a cooking up this evening . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 13:53:14</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Chris Cassidy about to land Isis</strong></div><br>The skies are rather clean as Chris sat in her chair, piloting the vessel carefully. The journey had taken a bit longer than she had expected due to strong currents from the west disrupting their path a little bit. But all in all it was interesting. They had found some rather...exotic things in the wonderlands of Africa and had been through quite few adventures. 'They' being Chris and her lovely Penny. Chris eyed the woman sitting on the chair next to her, staring intently in front of her. The ambush in the crazy lands of Chad had been a rather crazy one but they had managed to survive with the help of Tsobe, a native who could speak English and had agreed to help them throughout the journey. Unfortunately, most of the crew had fallen prey to one or the other trouble. At times it was the natives, at times animals..but the biggest culprit was the strange diseases lurking in the African lands which had killed the maximum. After that it certainly felt nice to be back in the civilized world, especially when all that you were now going for was a long holiday in your favorite place.<br><br>Penny had never really been to Pleasure Dome before and Chris had promised even before their expedition this time about showing her the most beautiful, exotic place on earth. And now they were so close. "Ready for Pleasure Dome?" Chris asked Penny with a smirk as she began to pilot the vessel downwards. She could spot some of them already parked in a place near the Dome which was specifically reserved for them. Although it appeared pretty close from where they were...actually the distance was quite a bit. Chris could recognize the make of most of the ships even from this distance. She snickered at the terrible make most were compared to her beloved Isis. Isis, was a custom-made ship built specifically under Chris's supervision..and even after four years of almost constant travelling, it still worked as if it was made yesterday. It's cylinders working away smoothly without making the ugly noise which most of the others made. Isis was Chris's pride and she loved the fact that it could beat any of these other vessels. She recalled the race over the Paris skyline with bunch of other so-called 'inventors' in which she had managed to beat everyone else by a comfortable margin..winning the coveted Golden Bird trophy.<br><br>Shifting the gears, Chris brought Isis even more downwards as the wheels popped out of the machine's bottom. She took a quick look at Penny just to make sure she was alright as the ground began to appear more and more closer for them. Some men on the ground were pointing out flags, leading towards an empty space. Chris steered the ship towards the spot, which was between two other parked vessels but brought it down with expertise..Isis landed with a thud which raised a small cloud of dust all over them. As they settled down, Chris took a deep breath. "Welcome to the land of eternal delights Penny." She said that to her slave and grinned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 21:54:40</strong>
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				<strong>Penny Lee Macnamara Aboard <em>ISIS </em>with Chris Cassidy </strong> <br><br>Penny had barely escaped with her life - again! Many primitive cultures around the world believed that if someone saved your life, you were bound to that person until you could repay the debt. Well if that were the case, (And penny saw no reason for it not to be), Chris owned her body and sould at least eight times, possibly ten if one counted the time a year ago when that guy with the undercooked chicken had tripped over Chris' carelessly placed bag, dropping Penny's meal on the floor and revealing the almost raw state of the meat, or the time when she had been heading out of their cabin and Chris had called her back for one last kiss, just as a totally random accident had sent a block and tackle careening past the door.<br><br>This time, it had been the Chadians who had captured her in the ambush, and dragged her off, presumably to cook and eat her, except that Chris had fought like a demon and freed her, again.<br><br>As the Isis came in to land, Penny sat quietly beside her mistress. Her abdomen ached, because Chris had refused to put anything inside her since she had rescued her slave, as a punishment for being so careless. Chris asked if she was ready, and Penny grinned. "Very much so, Mistress!"<br><br>Penny watched with fascination as Chris guided the ship in to land. It never ceased to amaze her that, no matter how often she tried to learn how to fly the ship, in the hope of being able to give her mistress a hand, she could not. It seemed to Penny that Mistress pulled levers and spun dials at random, rather that in any pattern. She had memorised the sequence Mistress had used last time she landed the ship, and this was definitely not it!<br><br>Penny grinned at her mistress' comment as the ship bumped softly down. "Thank you Mistress. I'm looking forward to it." She stood up moved to Chris' chair, kneeling at her feet, to wait for her mistress to rise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 19:24:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Chris Cassidy Getting Out of Isis</strong></div><br>Chris smiled at the enthusiastic reaction of her slave and the way she immediately chose to kneel in front of her, remembering her place and her role. Chris patted softly on her head and stood up, motioning for Penny to follow her. She led the towards the storage compartment of the plane which contained the mode of transport she used whilst on ground. A small, sleek motorcycle. Chris threw off the sheets placed on it and grinned watching the mean machine. It was maintained in top-notch condition as usual. Pressing the buttons, she opened up the doors at the back of the ship and climbed on the machine, powering it up. She eyed Penny once and smirked. "What are you waiting for? Come and join me." She ordered.
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 20:37:55</strong>
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				<strong>Penny Lee Macnamara Aboard ISIS with Chris Cassidy </strong><br><br>Penny followed Chris to the garage where the bike was stored. The thing she loved most about this machine was it's size. There simply wasn't room for her on the saddle. As her Mistress stoked it up and got the tiny two-stroke steam engine up to pressure, she squirmed impatiently. And then, finally, she was ordered to join Chris astride the contraption. She sniggered softly as she straddled the machine, facing back towards Chris. Her skirts provided some insulation from the scalding hot boiler she was sat astride, and she wriggled some of them out of the way. "AAAH! That's HOT!" She squealed, with a grin.<br><br>Her position also gave Chris the perfect opportunity to insert anything she wished into her slave's four major openings. Penny lowered her goggles over her eyes. "Ready, Mistress."
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				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 20:48:23</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes, arriving in Lobby, moving to meet with Tom</strong><br><br>Victor was hesitant as he moved into the lobby now. He knew that Tom had seemed a bit off the first time he met and he could only imagine how busy he might be now. He really hoped he wasn’t late but according to him he had only been gone somewhere between thirty and forty minutes. That seemed like a reasonable amount of time and would allow him to arrive before the appointed time. Rubbing his hands together slightly, he glanced around the room and checked to see if there a too many people in the lobby at the moment.<br><br>Things seemed to have died down and so he made a direct course for the front desk but politely skirted around the gentleman who was signing the books so that he might be able to talk with Tom while the man was assisted by George. “Sir, I have returned as ordered. What was it that you wished to speak about?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 06:39:09</strong>
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				<strong>Winthorpe Harrington III – Travel and Arrival</strong><br><br>Winthorpe stood in the engine room of the Daedalus &nbsp;(http://i825.photobucket.com/albums/zz178/Writersblockade/airshipssDaedalus.jpg) observing the pressure readings on the new apparatus he’d added to the ship’s main engine. His chief (only) crewman stood behind, trying his best not to appear nervous. Trying, and failing miserable. “You mustn’t be afraid to perish in the name of science, Mr. Barton. Take heart! This addition will increase the steam power by twenty percent, and cut at least three days off our trip should we make it!” The laughter that poured from him was the stuff of storybooks and the crewman, not for the first time, questioned his reason for going on the voyage.<br><br>Quite frankly, times were a little tough for Mr. Barton, and even if he felt that Mr. Harrington was a complete madman, he also was able to send a good amount of coin to his wife for his troubles. It was a small price to pay for a little financial security. He uneasily wiped a particularly dirty rag across his slight less dirty neck as he issued a weak chuckle “Making it would be a plus, Mr. Harrington. That is a fact”. Winthorpe had looked back to the man as if he’d spoken some cosmic truth “That is would be, Mr. Barton. That it would.”<br><br>His own check of the engine’s improvement&nbsp; concluded the second day of testing. He’d be sure to send his brother a report on some of the readings when he got to the dome. Until then, he’d went to his lab to put the finishing touches on his current masterpiece. A literal hodgepodge of what little genius he possessed. The last piece it needed was the apparatus he’d added to the Main engine. Condensed steam power…it was magnificent. He could run the ship on its steam output alone for half a day before it wore out. He’d be able to operate the suit (http://i825.photobucket.com/albums/zz178/Writersblockade/Steampunk_Iron_Man_Costume.jpg) for far longer, provided everything else held its own. Who knew what wonders he’d be able to perform with the suit. The possibilities were simply too numerous to list!<br><br>He’d stayed in his lab on the airship, apparently after falling asleep. The tarp was over the Iron Man, but what made him sit up so sharply was the knock on his hatch. For the safety of the other employees and sometimes guests, the lab was the only door, save for the engine room, secured via a thick metal door. He’d staggered over, his clothes haggard and his eyes still slightly red, to see Mr. Barton at his door. He opened the door for the man and chuckled “Well Mr. Barton…either we’re not dead yet, or this is the worst version of hell I’ve ever seen!” Mr. Barton had issued his own ‘laugh at the crazy man or he’ll kill me’ chuckles and informed them of their arrival.<br><br>“Arrival where?” the suddenly perplexed Winthorpe asked, as he stormed to the other side of the lab to look out a port hole. They’d arrived at the Dome…two days ahead of even his projections. He’d turned to Mr. Barton and screamed “Ha! HA! Haaaaaaaaaaa! Yeah! There must have been something…the apparatus had caused something closer to a forty-five percent boost in power. And we didn’t die! Wonderful news, Mr. Barton. Wonderful News!”<br><br>Sufficiently locked away now, the apparatus proved to be all he wanted and more, but he’d been working hard on the suit for reasons even he didn’t understand. Now he needed to work on him, and give himself a small vacation from being cooped up in the ship. The next few moments went in a flash. His negotiation with Tom made all the more easier, since he didn’t carry weapons with him. Soon he found himself open to all the Dome had to offer, but a nap would do to start things off right. Would do very well indeed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 11:36:10</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Chris Cassidy exiting Isis and moving towards Pleasure Dome</strong></div><br>Chuckling, Chris watched her slave squeal. "Not as hot as some things you and I are known to do." She said with a smile and adjusted her own goggles some before speeding up the machine. "Here we GO! WOOHOO!" She shouted as they zoomed out of the ship, the parking crew would take care of things as always. They were going at crazy speed as everything was a blur around both of them. Chris sniffed Penny's long, beautiful hair and smiled. She had done this ride several times in past but yet everytime she did the round around the vast spaces near Pleasure Dome with nothing to confine her..she always felt free. The dome was approaching fast now as the building looming on the horizon started to become more and more larger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 20:21:37</strong>
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				<strong>Penny Lee Macnamara&nbsp; With Chris Cassidy on a fast moving steam-bike.</strong><br><br>"WOOHOO!" Penny yelled as the bike sped from the Isis and across the ground. She always enjoyed this, sitting facing her Mistress, breast to breast, arms wrapped around Cassidy's back, legs folded tight over her hips. Her hair flapped into Cassidy's face and she rested her chin on the older woman's shoulder.<br><br>The Isis receded rapidly, and Penny felt a thrill of anticipation. She was always interested in trying new things, new forms of pain, new objects, and the Pleasure Dome promised many new experiences. She wondered, idly, whether her mistress would turn her loose, or keep her close. She really didn't mind which, as long as she got to try new experiences.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 22:08:01</strong>
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				<strong>Thaddeus Theodore Thudpucker III Lobby Desk and Weapons Check:</strong> <br><br>Thaddeus Tipped his hat lightly at Tom, snatched his key from the counter and sauntered over to the Weapons Check Area giving the Security officer his most disarming smile as he, disarmed. First came the laser cutlass at his side. Then the rifle on his back, six flintlock repeaters, the small pepperbox he used as a backup, and a large collection of vibro-knives. While the weapons themselves where standard fair for any sailor, Thaddeus carried enough ordinance secreted about his person to arm, six normal men. It was clear from the arsenal he piles atop the counter, that despite the Navigators friendly disposition, it would be a very bad idea for anyone to take the man lightly, under any circumstances. Last but not least, Thaddeus turned his attention to the ornately carved prothesis that served as his right hand. With several light taps the hand whirred and hissed, as panels opened and well oiled gears moved hydraulic catches. From the back of The hand jutted three glass and bronze tubes. Each filled with a different hued liquid. Thaddues removed them and handed them to the guard with deliberate care. <br><br>"You'll be wantin to put these somewhere cool and safe lad." He said handing over the first beaker its contents a thick fluid of pale yellow. " Otherwise I wont be able to guarantee yer safety. This ones a mean neurotoxin. A little will paralyse ya completely. A bit more then that will leave you put you in seizure that 'ill shatter yer bones until sweet Davy claims you. Next one is an acid that will eat clean through steel." He said handing the man a bright green fluid filled vial, "Let alone them soft fleshy bits yer holding it with, and the last..." He trailed as he handed him the smokey pink glass tube, "is a gas that will make ye sleep like a babe in yer own mothers arms if it so much as mixes with air. I'd be careful not to go droppin' any of those if I was you, lad. Makes for a mighty bad day if ye do." The Old Salt said in a voice that was a good degree darker than it had been since the man arrived. He seemed ready to pack his thing up and move on when his face suddenly brightened like a light had gone off above his head. <br><br>"Oh I suppose I ought to be given you this as well." He said pushing open a snapplate in the wrist and pulling out a miniaturized Tesla coil. One, of two, that sat nestled tightly together within the abscess. " There, now I wont be able to throw lightning cross the room. Yer boss seems to frown on such things. Though I cant imagine why!" He chuckled giving the Security Officer a conspiratory wink and a smile. "Mans got no sense of humor! Alright, I think that's it now. The rest is tools, toys, necessities, thee odd oddity or two. So if we're all done here, I'd like to be movin' on inside. Assuming that's all right with you, that is?"&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 18:29:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Chris Cassidy with Penny entering Pleasure Dome Parking Lot</strong></div><br>Chris grinned widely at Penny and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head backwards a bit and kissed her aggressively on the lips whilst driving the bike with one hand. They were almost at the Pleasure Dome as Chris now led the bike in the parking lot of Pleasure Dome with their lips still locked together, tongues playing with each other with electrifying touches. Chris had some very interesting things planned for Penny in the Dome. Penny had been a wonderful slave so far..and Chris was going to just push her to the next levels with some rather....intense things..something which she had done with her other slaves during previous visits in Pleasure Dome. She parked the bike and then finally broke the kiss and smiled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 20:38:49</strong>
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				<strong>Penny Lee Macnamara&nbsp; With Chris Cassidy - Pleasure dome steam-cycle parking area.</strong><br><br>Penny returned the kiss with passion. The idea that her mistress was putting them both in mortal danger by taking her attention of the road ahead made the kiss that much more exciting. As her mistress parked the bike and broke the kiss, Penny smiled. "Thank you, Mistress!" She chuckled and slid off the bike, waiting while Chris shut it down. The steam hissed out of the thing and Penny danced out of the way of the hot vapour. "So what now, Mistress? We go in the door there?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 20:50:09</strong>
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				<strong>Tom O'Riley ...Continuing at the Front Desk ....seems to be a busy place ...as the noise of others arriving ...Security moving in and out ...helping to secure vehicles and such .&nbsp; </strong><br><br>&nbsp;Tom watched as Thaddeus Thudpucker&nbsp; began to unload his arms and wares to the security guard . Oh my ...they would indeed need to be making that room to hold such things a bit larger . Not quite able to get the gest of everything being relayed as to what did what or could cause this or that ....but the look on George's face told him well enough it was mighty dangerous . As George stuttered out a reply ..." I...I .... o of ccoursee ....youu you may .." &nbsp;bowing and ever so careful to head off to take care of whatever concoctions was in his hands with the fear of God in his eyes . <br><br>Tom grumbled some ...thinking to himself that he swore they did it all just to show off sometimes . Shaking his head ...but his thoughts soon interrupted by the new security dude ...applicant returning . Looking over ...even Beatrice had managed to slip out away , good riddance to that little wench anyways . <br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Sir, I have returned as ordered. What was it that you wished to speak about?”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Tom gave the man a nod ....<strong>" Very well ....stick close ....seems a few more are on their way inside ...You can cover for George while he is in the back pissing his pants over whatever that is in his hands . I do hope you have made Lillith happy in her initial arrival . The woman is a handful and indeed you seemed very able and professional in that last task . I am so far most impressed . " </strong> Knowing of a few that were incoming it might be a different story . So lets just see how the man handled the next two women scheduled in this evening . Tom had to smirk to himself thinking of Chris and how she might be bending poor Victor over and checking him for weapons instead . Horrid of him really but all in good fun right . <strong>" I have ordered up some beef stew and fresh bread .....took the liberties of getting you some grub as well . So do tell me while we have this short reprieve ...why security ?&nbsp; Other than it fits your past experience ...what excites you about it . Passion a man needs a passion . Least in my mind ...course we will furnish you with room and board during your trial period . " </strong>Tom had already decided to hire the man but the final say for continued employment was up to Lee Chang .&nbsp; <br><br>Soon the men would be joined by a serving girl that would set down two trays ...and look over the both of them . The smell of fresh bread and the warm hearty soup filled the air about them . Tom reached for the fresh bread and smelled it first taking in the aroma before slapping on a good amount of butter and jam . Sharing of course the jam with the young man next to him . As he found a spot to have a seat and fill his belly . The girl just moved off&nbsp; ..and would return to gather up the trays and dishes ...in about a half hour leaving the boys to talk . The kitchen helper made sure the boys working outside securing the incoming vessels and that were well fed anyways . <br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lorcan</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 22:28:41</strong>
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				Taylor S. Wainright and Josette Bellamy.&nbsp; Arriving at the Pleasure Dome.<br><br>A horse drawn carriage approaches kicking up dirt as it draws near the pleasure dome. the horses pulled to a stop by the man steering the carriage and when the carriage comes to a complete stop the driver jumps down and moves to open the door as a middle aged man and a young women no more beyond her twenties exit the carriage as the footmen see to the luggage being dragged off the carriage and the two from within the carriage make their way to the counter of the Key Masters Office and patiently wait at the counter to be addressed as the two quietly&nbsp; take in the surroundings. each looking over the people comming and going and smiling pleasantly watching the liviliness of this place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 00:49:29</strong>
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				<strong>Marie, Greeting Tom at the Front Desk in an Interesting Manner</strong><br><br>Skipping like a schoolgirl and whistling loudly, Marie quickly moved from the stairs to the Front Desk, casually vaulting over it with a graceful jump. She landed next to Tom, who seemed his usual self - aggravated and flustered by the never-ending line of incoming guests. Marie loved Tom ... the man did his job, and did it incredibly well. And he seemed to do it all the better when chaos swirled around him, and especially when he had something to bitch about.<br><br>Marie thought he could use a quick break, for his efforts.<br><br>Grabbing him by the shirt, Marie pulled Tom in close to her, giving him a hard, deep kiss before playfully pushing him away. She glanced over her shoulder, at the incoming guests.&nbsp; A few guests stood nearby, and a few more guests stood right outside the entrance, apparently ready to come inside.<br><br>"More guests, love," Marie said to Tom. "Don't worry, though. I'll help you relax."<br><br>Marie dropped to her knees in front of Tom, behind the front desk. She pulled off her gloves, and began unzipping his trousers. Reaching into them, she found his cock, which already was semi-hard - <em>good heavens, he must've gotten some interesting guests already!</em> - and, pulling it out, began to stroke it lightly in her hand.<br><br>"I hope this isn't <em>too</em> distracting," Marie said, looking up solemnly at Tom. "I can always go, if you want. But you're working so hard ... I thought you might want a little fun."<br><br>Marie winked at him. She gave the crown of his cock a long, slow lick and then kissed it, her hand continuing to stroke him gently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 03:21:34</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes, in the lobby, conversing with Tom and trying not to pay too much attention to Marie</strong><br><br>Victor smiled and nodded slightly to Tom as he spoke. Stepping around the desk to stand beside Tom, he glanced in the direction of George, seeing the man walking with a rather pale face. It made him wonder what on Earth George could possibly be carrying that would have in such a state but he pushed the thoughts from his mind when Tom began to speak to him once more. “Yes sir, I do believe she is quite well off. I actually left her in the company of Selena though I have to tell you that Miss Stratten expressed a desire to have my company later if it would be allowed. I figured that it would be best let you know and see what the policy is on such things.”<br><br>When the food arrived, Victor realized just how hungry he was thought he had been far too busy to focus on it. Now that something delicious was set before him, he felt his stomach growl and he admired the food for a moment. When Tom offered the jam, he politely declined being of simple tastes. Grabbing the bread, he dipped it into the stew before eating with hunger. Turning his attention to Tom once more, he swallowed the food that he had in his mouth before answering. “Well as you mentioned, it is what I know and I do enjoy the feeling of responsibility that comes with it. Plus with this place it allows me to meet all sorts of fascinating people, something that I haven’t had a chance to do while I was working my previous tasks.”<br><br>As he turned back to his meal he noticed movement and saw a lovely woman approaching. Before his eyes and much to his shock, she spoke to Tom quickly before dropping to her needs and beginning to pleasure him right there behind the desk. Victor did his best to keep the blush from his face and focused on his food, wanting to give Tom his privacy without making it obvious that something was going on behind the desk.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 03:52:02</strong>
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				<strong>Tom O'Riley ...Continuing at the Front Desk ....with the slight reprieve seems to be enjoying dinner with the new security guard ....though with Marie joining and her antics ...Tom is at a loss as to what to do.&nbsp; </strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Yes sir, I do believe she is quite well off. I actually left her in the company of Selena though I have to tell you that Miss Stratten expressed a desire to have my company later if it would be allowed. I figured that it would be best let you know and see what the policy is on such things.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>" Oh yes Selena is an interesting gal ....has a boutique here and quite handy with a needle and thread . Her evening activities tend to be sewing of a different nature . Though nothing comes for free with that one." </strong>giving Victor a smirk between bites ... <strong>" As far as the pleasures in life and accompanying members and merchants in their chambers and elsewhere . One goes where invited and at their discretion . What happens at the Pleasure Dome stays here . No roughing up the women though ." </strong> that ought to give good enough guidelines .. <strong>" Tis hard to find the proper balance sometimes ...just remember ...this advice , it might look like a lady on the surface but behind closed doors might turn into a wild cat you might feel the need to run from behind closed doors . So always know where the door is to be had at . " </strong> Tom continued to eat as he gave some wise words of advice .&nbsp; <br><br>Listening to the man's reasoning to be working in security it seemed a stable one ...and indeed he would meet some interesting characters here . Time would tell how good the lad was on his feet to handle it all , as even the best of them could be caught off guard at any moment round here . Sometimes it was as if others went out of their way to check and see if one was paying attention. The next thing Tom knew ....they had been joined by one of the Harlots ..Marie and she was skipping and seemingly to be in a playful mood . Before Tom could whisper to Victor ...<em>and here comes one of the wild cats now </em>. Marie had jumped and landed right next to him . <br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"More guests, love," Marie said to Tom. "Don't worry, though. I'll help you relax."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Her voice rang out and Tom looked up ... <strong>" Why Marie ...you look lovely this evening ....this would be Victor the new ..." </strong> though she was down on her knees and working his pants faster than he could stop the woman. Exposing his semi-hard cock and stroking it as it caused a whimpering effect deep inside him . All his dreams coming true in the matter of moments oh to be this woman's toy , completely lost in the moment as his one hand reached out and squeezed her shoulder . Maybe he had fallen asleep and this was all a dream . But as her attentions continued and he grew harder it seemed a bit too real . <br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I hope this isn't too distracting," Marie said, looking up solemnly at Tom. "I can always go, if you want. But you're working so hard ... I thought you might want a little fun."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He was truly trying to work up a response to that question as it ....it ...oh shit her mouth , the warm breath on his manhood . All poor Tom could do was open his mouth and move it like some puppet unable to talk . Glancing over to Victor who seemed to have turned red in the face and was eating his stew pretending not to be there . The front door opened ...and it seemed someone was walking to the front counter . As Tom was ..gasping for his breath . He would be an idiot to stop this woman but but ....a test this had to be a test . Mind racing ...body reacting all favorable as he grew quite hard with her stroking. His voice ...not working . <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 16:41:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Chris Cassidy walking with Penny in the Front Lobby</strong></div><br>Chris laughed as she watched Penny move frantically out of the way of the hot steam. That woman certainly looked cute when she did that. She nodded at her obvious question and rubbed my hand over her stomach some. "Desperate for something inside you, aren't ya?" Chris asked teasingly as she led the way forward towards the door. "Yup, we get in..get ourselves a nice room and get cosy." She winked at the idea and moved towards the door, pushing it open and entering in the lobby and spotting the man working at the front desk..she decided to walk towards him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 21:32:31</strong>
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				<strong>Penny Lee Macnamara&nbsp; Entering the front lobby behind Chris Cassidy.</strong><br><br>In truth Penny was squirming. Her punishment for getting into trouble <em>again</em> had lasted far too long. What she really wanted was a nice fat dildo, an even fatter strap-on, a nice pencil thin probe and a big solid ball gag. But she was quite sure her Mistress had something else in mind.<br><br>She followed Miss Cassidy into the lobby. Cassidy had no need of such crude accoutrements as collars and leashes, although she did occasionally employ them. Penny knew to whom she belonged and was happy to be that way.The first thing <em>Penny</em> noticed was the girl kneeling behind the desk. She would never be able adequately to explain how she saw her, because she was completely hidden from view by the wooden desk front. Perhaps she caught a fleeting glimpse of the woman just as she knelt? But suddenly she giggled uncontrollably and inexplicably, and whispered in her mistress' ear <em>"He's getting a blow-job!"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 01:11:51</strong>
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				<strong>Marie, Pleasuring Tom at the Front Desk</strong><br><br>"Oh, good," Marie said, still looking up at Tom. She ran her thumb lightly over the tip of his cock, even as she continued to stroke it. "I'll assume you want me to continue, then."<br><br>Still holding the tip of his cock, Marie ran her mouth wetly down the length of Tom's erection, kissing and licking it noisily. Her tongue lapped at the underside of his cock as she worked her way down to its base, coating it with her saliva. She dipped her head down and started sucking on his balls, first one, then the other, then working both into her eager mouth, as her hand started stroking him more insistently.<br><br>"Mmmfff ... mmmmm," Marie murmured, sucking on his balls like they tasted like candy. She let them slip out of her mouth, and looked up at Tom, smiling and wide-eyed.<br><br>"You have guests waiting," Marie said, "you might want to take care of them. But don't worry, I'll take care of you. And your new friend too, if he wants to join us back here."<br><br>Marie scooted over on her knees, holding Tom's hips, placing herself directly between the man and the desk. She put her hands behind her back, clasping them together, and then began to kiss and suck his cock. With deliberate patience, she worked her wet mouth around his erection, her head bobbing up and down on it slowly but surely, taking more and more of his cock into her throat with every passing moment. She relaxed her throat, and let him push deep inside of it. <br><br>Without ever taking her big eyes away from Tom's face, Marie swallowed more and more of his cock until her nose gently pressed up his stomach. She sat there, on her knees, fully deepthroating his cock, not moving, not saying anything ... just looking up at him, with her pale, pretty face turning a naughty hue of crimson.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 01:28:04</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes, standing behind the desk and really wishing for an excuse to leave…</strong><br><br>He couldn’t believe what was going on right next to him. Sure it was called the Pleasure Dome and he could guess at the general employment of some of the ladies around the place but he had never expected such things to take place in public, especially with him standing right there. Well maybe in public down in the Playground, but right here? This seemed like such an odd, dirty thing to be doing, especially with guests coming into the lobby nearly constantly. <br><br>Victor was doing his best not to listen in on the conversation between Marie and Tom, feeling that it was none of his business, but considering that he was practically part of the pair, he still heard their exchange. Casually he tried to scoot out of the way but didn’t want to make it too obvious so as to upset Tom. His eyes focused on the new people, offering a welcoming, if forced smile. He pushed the food aside, his hands folding behind his back as he waited for Tom to give him orders and for him to focus on the task at hand, rather than the lovely lady distracting him. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 07:12:03</strong>
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				<strong>Tom O'Riley ...Continuing at the Front Desk ...Marie&nbsp; stepping up her game ...Victor ..others watching now this is a situation of having your pants down at the wrong moment.&nbsp; </strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Oh, good," Marie said, still looking up at Tom. She ran her thumb lightly over the tip of his cock, even as she continued to stroke it. "I'll assume you want me to continue, then."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Tom could not really answer her for he was still trying to determine if he was sleeping or this was real ....though in the next few moments as that lovely tongue went back to work he was beginning to realize no dream could be this good. Whimpering as in all reality being a pet to Marie and doing anything she wanted had been a long hidden desire of his ever since he accidentally walked in on her taking charge over the other two harlots . Oh indeed she had them bent over grabbing their ankles as she paddled them both . He had stood there watching , wishing it was him ...and yet he not the balls to move forward but instead backed out of the room . <br><br>As her mouth took in his jewels ..he glanced back down at her or maybe he had never taken his eyes off her lovely face ...it seemed the area was getting crowed though . As he was trying to hold back from creaming himself and squirting his seed all over those lips ..her gorgeous face .. as he moaned out louder now .&nbsp; <strong> " Marie ...yoy you ...ssshhh ..."</strong>&nbsp; oh damn if he could talk that would help . <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You have guests waiting," Marie said, "you might want to take care of them. But don't worry, I'll take care of you. And your new friend too, if he wants to join us back here."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>As her mouth worked itself up and down on his shaft ...mother of God ...he had not felt a woman's mouth there is so long ... this was not going to end well . One hand reached out and gripped hold of the desk till his knuckles turned white . Gathering up the courage to look up ...god help him now . As he had no idea who might be watching this all . As his eyes rested first on a man that was seemingly to just stand there not saying anything ....and then to ....oh shit . It was no mistaking ...Chris Cassidy and another girl whispering into her ear . Closing his eyes ...he was never going to live this one down . <br><br>Slowly he attempted to stand ..and trying to withdraw his cock from Marie's mouth ...oh no ...no one could know who was under that desk . Fumbling as he tried to tuck his throbbing hard cock into his pants not able to really pull them up .. <strong>" I ..I .... spilled ..something onto my ...my ... "</strong>&nbsp; clearing his throat as he reached for the book .. spun it around . <strong> " A lovely evening to you Miss ...Casssidy ....and your ..ummm .. " </strong> think man ...think ...who was she registered in with <strong>."Oh yes ...here it is ...Miss Macnamara ....please sign in for ..."</strong>&nbsp; oh hell where did he put that flask ... reaching for the paperwork .... <strong>" Room ...1......107 ...is there anything you require&nbsp; ...for your ....services .. " </strong> as he reached over and tapped Victor on the Shoulder . <strong> "Victor here ...will check in your weapons ...and you may retrieve them upon your departure . He can also escort you inside ..." </strong><br><br>Looking over at Victor ..as he could rather feel that his pants had now landed down around his ankles ..and he was now buck naked down below ...with a throbbing hardon that seemed to not even hint at going down . His face flush red ...but if Marie even attempted to get out from under that desk ..he would move to stop her . He would take all the shame and if asked blame it on some servant girl if Lee Chang demanded knowing. In no way was he going to bring any shame onto any of those harlots ... the owner loved them all dearly . Tom loved his job a bit more than all that . As he drummed his one hand on the desk nervously . <br><br>He would deal with the other gentleman off to the side in a minute ...or two ..if his heart didn't jump out of his chest that is . <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 15:57:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Chris Cassidy at the Front Desk</strong></div><br>Chris noticed Tom and then heard Penny whisper in her ear with a giggle and raised an eyebrow. "Well that just gives work perks a whole new meaning!" She said with amusement. "I just love the way you see certain things before most Penny." She said as her hand spread around Penny's waist and groped her bottom a little. Her eyes..well, eye to be precise moved towards Tom's face which was mixture of so many things ranging from intense pleasure to pain. She grinned at him. "Pleasure Dome, literally isn't it Tom?" She winked as by now the soft murmuring could be heard from under the desk as another man stood there with similar amusement in his eyes.<br><br>Now he was speaking to her through some stutters due to what was happening to him underneath. To be honest it was a miracle that he could even speak at all right now. "Good evening to you as well Tom...and yes room 107." She gave a nod and threw a glance at the man who called himself Victor. Chris couldn't really recall seeing him on her last trip..but then again the place was a huge one and was often crawling with people. Chris raised her arms in an inviting manner towards Victor. "Weapons check?" She asked rhetorically and then pointed towards Penny. "And don't even think of doing something nasty with my property!" She gave a warning as she waited for Victor to do his work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 20:30:05</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes, behind the desk but thankfully distracted with weapon checks</strong><br><br>Victor really needed a reason to get away from what was transpiring behind the desk as he did not feel comfortable with it at all. Maybe it was just him, but this kind of thing didn’t normally happen around him and the fact that it was his boss just made it seem all the more awkward to him. Thankfully, the new arrivals had moved forth and he had a reason to slip away.<br><br>Walking around the desk, he glanced at Chris for a moment, trying to guess if she would have over her items or if he would have to pat her down. He really didn’t see any of the other security patting their subjects down and truth be told he had only done it because it was Lilith and he was quite attracted to her. He did not hold the same feelings towards this new arrival or her ‘property’ as she aptly put it. Folding his hands behind his back he moved forward to inspect them. “I have no intention of doing anything with your property miss. It is not my place anyways. Now if you would be so kind as to remove any weapons and place them on the counter I would be very thankful. Also please remove any weapons or anything that could be used as a weapon from your… umm… property.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 21:20:23</strong>
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				<strong>Penny Lee Macnamara, Not exactly happy about being reffer to as property by a complete stranger!</strong><br><br>Penny bristled. "Hey, listen, bub, this <em>property</em> is alive, standing right her, has ears and is perfectly capable of removing it's <em>own</em> weapons, thank you very much." She looked at Cassidy. "Mistress, you might have warned me!"<br><br>Penny sighed and hiked her skirts right up at the front, revealing her shapely, if somewhat bruised, thighs. Strapped to the outside of each was a small stiletto. She unstrapped them and handed them to victor with great aplomb. "I didn't know we weren't allowed weapons or I wouldn't have worn them, sorry Mistress."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 15:47:34</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Chris Cassidy chuckling at the whole episode.</strong></div><br>Chris couldn't help but laugh at the way Penny shot back at Victor. The man certainly had it coming from her considering Penny could be a fiesty little thing when she wanted to. As Penny was removing her things, Chris pulled out her own gun from the holster around her waist and placed it on the counter. "Keep these carefully." She warned him.<br><br>She looked back at Penny. "It's better to have some weapons in these lands hon. You never know what might be out there to spring upon you. Remember, never go out of Pleasure Dome without something to defend yourself with." Chris said hearing the apology. She looked up at Tom again and coughed. "Tom, if you're not so busy with..certain things, can we have the key?" She said and tapped some on the counter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 19:48:26</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes, in the lobby deal with new arrivals</strong><br><br>Victor regarded Penny for a moment but did not fall apart at the sudden verbal lashing. He had suspected that these first few times with customers would be difficult as he was not familiar with them and they were not familiar with him. And he also felt that Tom might be testing him with these first few, giving him the hard ones or the tempting ones, as with Lilith, so see if he was really up to the task. <br><br>Victor kept an even tone and bowed slightly. “Apologies Miss Macnamara but it was Miss Cassidy that referred to you as property and so it was my general understanding and assumption that such was your public title. Thank you for removing your weapons. All are handled with great care, tagged and sorted. I hope you enjoy your stay.”<br><br>Not wanting to continue the discussion with these two as they seemed to be trying to lure him into their verbal traps, at least he got the feeling considering the looks they exchanged when Penny had verbally lashed out at him. Glancing at Tom who seemed to be in his own little world, something that didn’t surprise Victor at all since it seemed that Marie knew exactly what she was doing, before he grabbed the weapons and headed for the back lockers to meet with George and hand over the items to be tagged and sorted. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 22:01:16</strong>
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				<strong>Marie, Still Behind the Desk with Tom O’Riley</strong><br><br>Marie watched, a little disappointed, as Tom got up and slid the length of his cock out of her hungry mouth. She saw him awkwardly fumbling around, trying to tuck his raging hard-on into his pants … she reached up, and tried helping, although it only seemed to make things worse.<br><br><em>Pity,</em> she mused. <em>There was a time I would’ve had him blowing his load before a guest had a chance to ring the bell … and I’d be swallowing a nice not creamy dessert right about now.</em> She frowned, a bit perturbed. <em>I must be losing my touch …</em><br><br><em>And I wish the new lad would’ve come around and joined us … him at one end, Tom at the other … yummy.</em> Marie absently brushed long locks of curly dark hair out of her face. <em>Probably shy. And new. He’ll learn how things go around here in time, I hope.</em><br><br>Marie remained under the desk, watching Tom – or the lower half of him, anyway – shuffling about as he attended to some new arrivals. Two women, by the sounds of things, and one sounds quite indignant about something going on. The other sounded amused, though, so Marie didn’t see the need to leave her spot beneath and behind the desk just yet.<br><br>Feeling slightly bored, Marie reached up and started to fondle Tom’s cock through the fabric of his pants. <em>Still hard. Good.</em> She played with him gently, hoping he’d come back to her when he was finished checking in his guests, but not forcing him to do anything.<br><br>From her spot beneath the desk, though, she began to sing a merry little song while she played with him.<br><br><em>I had a little ferret,<br>He liked to come and play,<br>I’d stroke his coat and kiss his nose<br>And he grew larger every day,<br>But one day the wind got cold<br>And the ferret ran away<br>So I let him play beneath my skirts<br>And the ferret came back, and played all day … <em></em></em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 19:40:30</strong>
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				<strong>Tom O'Riley ...Barely holding it together&nbsp; at the Front Desk ...Marie&nbsp; under the desk making sure she is not forgotten ... ...Victor&nbsp; moving to check the ladies for weapons ....others watching.&nbsp; </strong><br><br>Tom closed his eyes as he felt Marie's hands still toying with his cock ...oh she had given him a slight break from using her mouth but still he was rock hard . Most likely dripping precum as his balls seemed heavy in the girls hand . As the two ladies moved off to have Victor inspect them for weapons ..all Tom could do was put in a sigh of relief . <br><br>His hand moved down to stroke the beauty under the desk ...touching her cheek ...as her song rang out from under the desk . Tom had no idea what had possessed the more dominant harlot of the group to become so friendly but truly was he going to object that much . Whimpering as her hands moved over his shaft ..the touch of her hair on his fingers so silky soft . His cock throbbed and pulsed ...twitching and when her face was brought closer the hard shaft and tip rolled over the girls face beneath the desk . <br><br>He must of looked a sight really hunched over some ...pants down around his ankles ...that look on his face as if he had been caught red handed . Still Tom wanted to feel her mouth again on his cock ...more though he wanted to lift her up onto the desk and let her rub her stocking feet onto his hardness . Letting him touch and feel her legs ...bury his own face deep up between her creamy thighs . Pleasuring a woman was more satisfying in the end to hear her whimpers and moans ...as she gave herself over to him . His naughty pleasure some thought sick ...he could not help it though the silken legs ..oh the feet to massage . Growing harder even now as his mind absorbed it all in . <br><br>One hand moving to massage her shoulder if he could ...as his voice hummed along with the song she was singing . Slowly Tom lowered himself back into the chair as he looked at Marie ...leaning forward . <strong>" What is it you desire Marie ? Ask and I shall do my best to accommodate you. Forgive me for pushing you away like that ...but we are a tad bit busy today with the incoming guests . " </strong> oh how he hated to even say those words not wanting to hurt the feelings of this playful beauty . <strong>" I am your servant ...and you are a glorious beauty to be cherished and worshiped ...what is it you seek this early evening . " </strong> as his hard cock twitched again ..his pants still down at his ankles as he not the willpower to pull them back up .&nbsp; Tom was torn now between his duty and pleasing this woman and indeed he was her servant in all ways . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 21:13:12</strong>
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				<strong>Penny Lee Macnamara, having a giggling fit.</strong><br><br>Penny glared at Victor as he apologised to her. "So I am her property, doesn't mean you get to treat me like a farkin' table lamp!" She called after his retreating back, then began giggling.<br><br>As Chris asked the obviously totally pre-occupied Tom for a key, her giggling became more intense.<br><br>As Marie began singing, Penny's giggles began to sound almost hysterical.<br><br>"M... Mistress..." She gasped between fits of giggling... "T- Tr- rigger... P-P-Point..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 04:33:54</strong>
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				Winthorpe awoke with the unfortunate problem of forgetting where he was. The bang on his head from trying to get out of bed too quickly solved all that. With a rub, he looked back out to marvel again at the pleasure dome. His crew seemed to have already departed…did he give them leave…? With a shrug, he figured even if he didn’t, those sorry bastards were due. They had to ride much faster than normal, with the notion that there was a bleeding bomb in the engine bay. What was a scientist to do? Good help was hard to find…but once his crew’s money was spent, they’d be more than willing to board once again.<br><br>Preparing himself, he fixed the tie he’d undone before his nap. He needed to get settled quickly, or he’d miss registering for the exhibit. After giving the secure points of the ship a proper lockdown and a silent curse over having to do everything himself, he walked down the ramp and towards the front lobby area. There was no sense in a vehicle at this point…he was quite adept at walking. Once he moved to the lobby, he saw that there was already a bit of a line…or at least it seemed so. Maybe some of them already worked here.<br><br>There was laughter going on, but he could not find the reason from his vantage point. He thought it best to simply wait in silence until everything was cleared through the good people of security. Hopefully one of his crew told the desk of his arrival, but who knows…More often than not they’d give some name then haul off to the nearest house of ill repute. Winnie found it worth his time and coin to be a little more…discerning. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 05:43:19</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes, returning to the lobby to check in with and check on Tom</strong><br><br>After putting the items in the care of George and explaining what ones to look out for, Victor moved back into the lobby. Damn if there wasn’t even more of a line. He had really hoped that there would not be so that he could get back down stairs and try and find the lovely Lilith. He was sure that someone else had probably claimed her by now and he was kicking himself for not getting the chance to spend more time with her. But then again, he had accepted this job and that was what he needed to do. Still he wished that there had been time to at least set up another time to meet her. <br><br>Sighing softly to himself, he folded his hands behind his back and moved forward to the desk. His brow rose slightly when he found that Tom had actually taken a seat. That seemed rather odd to him because before at least Tom has been hiding what was going on. Now he was practically displaying it to everyone that was in the lobby. But if the look on Tom’s face was any indication, his thoughts were about as far from the lobby as one could get. Stepping over to him, he nodded to Marie before tapping Tom on the shoulder. “Pardon me sir, but I believe we still have guests to check in. It seems another one just came through the door. I would give Miss Cassidy a key but I fear I do not know where they are kept.”<br><br>Victor really hoped that he was not overstepping his bounds by confronting the man while he was focused on his own pleasure but this didn’t seem like the right time to be enjoying such things. Leaving Tom to sort his things out, he moved to the desk and smiled, observing the crowd to try and get a feel for how many more there would be before he might be able to get free. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 06:40:00</strong>
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				<strong>Tom O'Riley ...returning to reality at the Front Desk due to Victor poking him , new employees anyways&nbsp; ...Marie&nbsp; still under the desk&nbsp; ....others watching.&nbsp; </strong><br><br>Tom was simply just lost ..he had melted down ...who could deny Marie anything . The man had turned into a lost puppy dog that just wanted to have his ears rubbed or in this case ..that throbbing snake between his legs . Hell he probably at this point was whimpering incoherently . Trapped like a lost soul willing to do anything the lovely beauty bade of him . <br><br>Then POKE , POKE , POKE .... as Tom turned and almost growled . Who the hell dare take him from this ....glaring at Victor . Didn't that man just leave to take care of those two ladies . Talk about cock blocking , this was just uncivilized behavior. What the hell was he saying anyways . Thinking on it more ..<br><br>“Pardon me sir, but I believe we still have guests to check in. It seems another one just came through the door. I would give Miss Cassidy a key but I fear I do not know where they are kept.”<br><strong><br><br>" Key ...what does she need a Key for .....ohhh the room . That is ...I didn't give her a key ? " </strong> Looking back down at Marie .. <strong>" Bahhh ....outs ...outs from under the desk ..I be messing up me job . That is not good ..we have important guests a coming in this night . "</strong> As he stood back up and tried to pull his pants up ...Looking across the little boxes ..trying to remember what room he put the two lovely women in .&nbsp; <strong>" Oh yes ...see here ...Room .. seven ...107 . " </strong>slapping the keys into Victor's hand as he held it a moment longer than needed . Leaned closer to his ear ...<strong>" You are a good chap ..indeed . Now if you would excuse me a moment . I need to go in the back room and gather me thoughts . " </strong><br><br>Taking a few steps to try and go around Victor ...though his pants not completely up made him topple down onto the floor . Growling at the fool he been made of ...as he lifted his ass off the ground and yanked his pants up , zipping and buckling them . Wiggling a finger at Marie ...how could he seriously kick her out . But he must . God help him , the woman might never touch him again and that would surely be a great loss . As he pulled himself up ...and drew in a deep breath gathering his thoughts . His heart was pounding , hands sweaty as he wiped them on his trousers . <em>Good God ...get it together man . </em> Another guest ...he had said another guest ..looking around the corner . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 22:13:33</strong>
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				<strong>Marie, Leaving the Front Desk (and Tom as well)</strong><br><br>“What do I want?” Marie asked Tom. She smiled up at him, a merry twinkle in her eyes. “Just your cock in my mouth, and maybe a creamy surprise if I do my job right. And I’m <em>your</em> servant, Tom … I’m here to please you, and make you feel good.” She reached slowly for his still-hard cock, fishing it out of his pants again. She leaned forward, her warm breath brushing over his hardness as she drew her mouth close. “Very, very good … I only want to make you happy … ”<br><br>And then, a rap-tap-tapping above, as someone knocked on the desk. The new gentleman – Victor – had some need of Tom, it seemed. Tom turned his attentions away from her, if only for a moment … but when he returned back to her, something about his countenance changed. The way he glared at her, the way he so angrily pulled up his pants and tucked away his hard-on … Marie suddenly felt as though she’d done something wrong. And she hadn’t meant to, she’d only meant to have some fun, and bring a little joy to the oh-so-serious man. But she suddenly felt rather foolish, like she’d been playing some silly game that evidently meant nothing to him, that was simply a waste of his time.<br><br>With as much dignity as she could – and, admittedly, there wasn’t much – Marie got up from behind the desk. Before Tom had a chance to go, she leaned in close to him, and kissed him softly on the cheek.<br><br>“You’re a good man, Tom O’Riley,” Marie said quietly. “I admire you. And your commitment to things. I never meant to make a fool of you, because you certainly are no fool at all. To anyone. Especially me.”<br><br>Marie picked up her skirts, and walked off in the direction of the Playground, pretending like she had somewhere to go, even though she didn’t. She started to sing again, one of her bawdier tunes, pretending she was happy and carefree … it was only when she’d gotten well away from the Front Desk that she ceased her singing, and she took out her lace handkerchief to dab at the hot tears running down her cheeks.<br><br><em>Stupid girl,</em> she thought to herself. <em>I’ll not make that mistake again. Keep focused upon business, and not your own silly pleasures …</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 14:55:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Chris Cassidy, alarmed due to her slave's trigger point.</strong></div><br>Penny shot back at Victor and then suddenly the giggling started. Chris raised an eyebrow and looked at her, visibly alarmed at what was unfolding in front of her now. Tom was obviously lost in his own world to even realise what was happening around him. Chris almost felt like grabbing him by the throat and telling him to hand the damn keys to her..but she wasn't interested in causing a scene right now. Then started the singing and Penny's giggling fit looked like it was very near it's peak. Fuck, what a time to have that. Chris thought to herself. "THE KEYS!" She snarled out at Tom now while Victor was asking him for keys until Tom slipped them to him.<br><br>Chris looked at Victor now. "Listen, you better hand me those keys right now, if you don't want my property to raise some serious hell. And believe me, once she hits her trigger point, I will <em>not</em> be responsible for what shall happen!" Saying so, she waited for Victor's reaction before focusing back on Penny. "For the love of god, behave yourself or I won't feed for eight more hours Penny!" She growled out at Penny.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 20:04:34</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes, taking the key from Tom and taking over his job it seems too</strong><br><br>Victor felt bad for interrupting Tom, but a line was forming and things needed to be done. He was sure he was going to get a lashing and Tom certainly had given him the look that would suggest one was coming. But instead Tom seemed to recall where he was and what was going on, handing over the key and making a hasty retreat. Victor felt suddenly nervous as there were still a number of customers coming in and Tom had effectively left him in charge with something that Victor had not a clue to do.<br><br>Miss Cassidy’s rude behavior brought him from his thoughts and he turned to regard her, keeping his face blank but his artificial eye scrutinized her for a long moment. Stepping forward, Victor painted on the best smile he could and somehow found a pleasant tone to take. “Apologies for the delay Miss Cassidy, here is the key you are awaiting for. Room 107 if I recall correctly, please enjoy your stay.”<br><br>Already Victor was uncertain if he liked this ‘promotion’ but what choice did he have. He could just cross his fingers and hope that there weren’t too many customers like the females before him now. He didn’t mean to be impolite but in a place like this, things such as what had just transpired might be the norm, there was no sense to get all pissed off about a little delay. His artificial eye scrutinized the giggling girl as well, uncertain what her ‘owner’ was referring to but he was certain he didn’t care enough to find out.<br><br>Wanting to keep the line moving, he leaned on the counter to check the books. There were a few names that were not checked off yet and so he figured those had to be the other people in the lobby. Leaning to the side to look around Chris Cassidy he beckoned Taylor S. Wainright and Josette Bellamy forward, unsure of who they were but figuring they were here to check in. “Good afternoon to you both. I am Victor Orestes and I am currently filling in for Tom as he is predisposed. If you would be so kind as to give me your name I will find you in the books, have you sign in and we can give you your key to your room.”<br><br>Victor also spotted Winthorpe and beckoned him forward, figuring he would try and get as many through as possible so that he could show how capable he was while Tom was absent. He really wanted to make up for disturbing him and felt this was the best way to do it. “Afternoon sir, please inform me of your name and we can get to sorting out where you are staying if you don’t mind.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lorcan</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 20:51:04</strong>
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				Taylor S Wainright and Jossete Bellamy steping forward to the desk along with the footmen carrying the trunks.<br><br>Jossette steps forward Mr. Wainright is here to check in Sir. extending her hand for the pen as she steps forward to sign whatever needs to be signed and Mr. Wainright steps up next to his beautiful assistant and looks at&nbsp; Victor. Mr. Wainright speaks up, It seems your new to the kind of lifestyles displayed here wellif you would like some knowledge about the protocol and ettiquette id be glad to assist you learn the ropes.&nbsp; The young women just rolls her eyes at his pun that he made&nbsp; while she waits to sign the paperwork neccessary to get checked in. Though it seems neither of them seem to even bat an eye at what is going on with Tom like it is almost a normal thing to them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 21:13:36</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes, handling the front lobby</strong><br><br>Victor watched the two approaching him, particularly the woman as she seemed to move first, approaching the desk and speaking for the man. It seemed quite fascinating to him but perhaps she was some kind of assistant or perhaps another case of ‘property’. That concept seemed so foreign to him but he kept telling himself that he just needed to accept it and let it go. It was a wide world and filled with varying people who all had different tastes. Still he wasn’t sure he could ever be put in such a position. <br><br>Snapping his attention back to what was going on before him; he nodded and skimmed the books his artificial eye thankfully magnifying Tom’s writing so that he could pick it apart. “Hmm seems Tom has you written down here in room 102 in the west wing. He only has Mr. Wainright listed here but I take it you two share chambers? Please just sign here.”<br><br>Victor turned the books around and pointed to a blank spot next to the room assignment and Mr. Wainright’s name, guessing from the rest of the entries that this was the standard procedure. “As for your offer Mr. Wainright, I assure you that I am quite capable of discovering things for myself. It is not that I am unfamiliar with such going ons, I am merely not used to them being done in public with such a crowd around. Besides it did not seem proper to me for the man in charge of getting guests into the place to be so preoccupied that he was letting his duties slip, but perhaps that is just me.”<br><br>Once Jossete has signed the page, he turned the book back around and checked it. “Very good. If you would be so kind as to step over to George over there, he will take your weapons. We have a strict policy against weapons in the Dome and would appreciate it if you give all weapons willingly over. We tag them and store them securely so you do not need to fear them walking off. Once we have that taken care of we can give you the key and you can be about your business.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 23:28:38</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89490.msg4013087#msg4013087">Quote from: Amazon on 14-12-2010, 14:55:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center"><strong>Chris Cassidy, alarmed due to her slave's trigger point.</strong></div><br>Penny shot back at Victor and then suddenly the giggling started. Chris raised an eyebrow and looked at her, visibly alarmed at what was unfolding in front of her now. Tom was obviously lost in his own world to even realise what was happening around him. Chris almost felt like grabbing him by the throat and telling him to hand the damn keys to her..but she wasn't interested in causing a scene right now. Then started the singing and Penny's giggling fit looked like it was very near it's peak. Fuck, what a time to have that. Chris thought to herself. "THE KEYS!" She snarled out at Tom now while Victor was asking him for keys until Tom slipped them to him.<br><br>Chris looked at Victor now. "Listen, you better hand me those keys right now, if you don't want my property to raise some serious hell. And believe me, once she hits her trigger point, I will <em>not</em> be responsible for what shall happen!" Saying so, she waited for Victor's reaction before focusing back on Penny. "For the love of god, behave yourself or I won't feed for eight more hours Penny!" She growled out at Penny.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Penny manages to control her giggling. But everything is just so <em>funny!</em> The girl who was giving the man, Tom, head gets up and leaves in a huff, two other people coming in, the unfortunate Victor being harassed and harried and poor Tom looking so crestfallen. Everything is hilarious. Even her Mistress telling her she won't get filled for eight more hours as a further punishment.... NO, Wait... That was very much NOT funny!<br><br>Penny abruptly stops giggling. She gasps for breath a moment. "Thank you, Mistress. That was close!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeda</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 01:08:09</strong>
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				<strong>Abejundo Webb, arriving at the Front Lobby<br></strong><br><br>(http://rocketry.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/steampunk-orb-spaceship.jpg?w=241&amp;h=300)<br><br>Gallivanti's Amazing Floating Orb was not the most elegant of ways to travel, the florid name notwithstanding; the coppery vehicle tended to sigh great clouds of sulfurous and black smoke, despite a distinct lack of sulfur in its inner workings, and some found the it's swinging, rather loopy path of travel to be a bit nauseating.&nbsp; It suited Abejundo, though; gears and flywheels didn't get ill, and his own stomach had always been cast iron.&nbsp; More to the point, it had been part of his inheritance and thus free, and was more than big enough to transport the contents of his shop.<br><br>The Orb made a low swoop past the clean whiteness of the tower and lifted again, hanging like a toy on a string, as if it had to decide whether it wished to descend again.&nbsp; Something deep in the complicated guts of the thing groaned, a sub-basso sound so deep it was more of a sensation.&nbsp; With the foresight of weary acquaintance (the trip over had proven most educational), Abejundo pulled the 'hover' lever, extending the long pause. The groan climbed in pitch, until it rang the craft's copper-alloy skin like a particularly cheap bell, and black smoke gouted out of the lifting funnels below the Orb.&nbsp; The only mercy was that he was downwind of the tower, and so hadn't fouled the air for his prospective customers.<br><br>Ye gods, but he'd be glad when he was back in his shop with no more traveling to do.<br><br>Landing the Orb was a delicate maneuver, assuming you didn't want to wallow like a drowning hippopotamus and then drop like a rock.&nbsp; One needed experience, which Abejundo had little of.&nbsp; He set down with a painful bounce, swore under his breath, and skittered into the garage area like a poorly skipped stone.&nbsp; The landing legs moved frantically, trying to simultaneously keep up with and slow the motion of the ponderous vehicle.&nbsp; When he finally stopped, it was with an ominous screech from something in the engine.<br><br>By the time Abejundo entered the Lobby, his annoyance had evaporated into a jubilant optimism.&nbsp; He was here!&nbsp; His new home, his new place of business!&nbsp; It would be months before he had to pilot the Orb again!&nbsp; Life was beautiful!<br><br>Smiling, the young man looked around, then bounded for the front desk with the endless energy of youth.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 06:57:30</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89490.msg4013942#msg4013942">Quote from: ArtemisHighmore on 14-12-2010, 20:04:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Victor Orestes, taking the key from Tom and taking over his job it seems too</strong><br><br>...Victor also spotted Winthorpe and beckoned him forward, figuring he would try and get as many through as possible so that he could show how capable he was while Tom was absent. He really wanted to make up for disturbing him and felt this was the best way to do it. “Afternoon sir, please inform me of your name and we can get to sorting out where you are staying if you don’t mind.”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Winthorpe had grew alarmed with the giggle fit of the woman ahead of him and wondered what she’d meant by “trigger point”. Perhaps the thing that caused her laughing fit in the first place? Quite fascinating. His expertise did not run into the mental depths of the human condition, or conditioning thereof, but he did find the subject a joy to talk about. Judging from the demands of her owner…partner…? Well, the demands of the other woman, it could have catastrophic ramifications if left unaccounted for. Just fascinating!<br><br>When Tom had gone about his business, he felt that he’d be in line for some time, but the younger man had placed the duty of overseeing entrance into the facility squarely upon his own shoulders. Good man…it was so hard to find good help these days. A thought he’d believed he considered earlier with the disappearance of his crew. When asked his name, Winthorpe kindly removed his hat and gave a short bow “Winthorpe Harrington, the Third. Pleased to meet you, sir. I’m currently docked under the airship Daedalus. I assure you that I have no weapons upon my person.”<br><br>In a display of cooperation, he opened his jacket and took a slow turn around before pulling at his sleeves some to show there was nothing attached there as well. Weapons, though a necessity in some areas, was something he hated to have on his person. After all, a weapon could be used both for and against you, and he’d hate to be a victim of the very item meant to defend him. That certainly would not do.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 16:55:03</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Chris Cassidy accepting the keys.</strong></div><br>Chris pretty much snatched the key out of Victor's hand..whilst the man gave her and Penny that peculiar look. She wasn't pleased the way he had been staring at them. <em>Especially</em> at Penny. Only Chris was allowed to do that! "That we sure will." She said to Victor.<br><br>And while she was getting the keys the giggling had stopped as suddenly as it had begun. Chris smiled at Penny as she thanked her. "Yeah, too fucking close. Better learn to control that Penny. But now, we head to our room!" She dangled the keys in front of the woman and led the way towards the Guild Members Chambers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 03:56:03</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes, managing the front desk</strong><br><br>As Mr. Wainright and his assistant were passed off to George, Victor looked up at Winthrope and smiled politely. Checking the books once more, he scanned through the various names until he came to the correct one. “Ah, here we are. Mr. Harrington, you will be room 109 according to the books. Thank you for revealing that you have no weapons. If you will be so kind as to sign here.”<br><br>Victor turned the book around so that it was properly oriented towards Wintorpe as Victor reached under the desk to find the proper key. Once he had it in hand, he waited for the man to place his signature down before handing it off to him. “Very good sir, I hope that you will enjoy your stay. Pleas contact the front desk if you have any questions. I believe that the majority of our guests are situated in the Playground at the moment if you wish to wander there. Just down the stairs to your right.”<br><br>Seeing Winthrope off, Victor looked towards the newest arrival. This man seemed to practically be floating across the room so happy he was. Victor could not begin to guess what had put this particular person in such a grand mood. Deciding that it was not really his place to ask him or determine why, he merely put on a smile as the man approached. “Greetings to you sir, may I ask your name so that we can check the books? Also are you a traveling merchant? Need to know what books to check.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 03:13:20</strong>
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				<strong>Tom O'Riley ...returning to the Front Desk after sorting out his situation in a back room somewhere .....whistling and having that smile of being sated on his face. </strong><br><br>Tom had disappeared ....having heard Marie and watching her as she moved off and out of the way ...it was difficult to say the least not to go after the beauty . The walls seemed to be closing in on the poor man and he slipped into a back office ...where he opened a filing cabinet and pulled out a pair of hose . Undoing his pants as he rubbed the soft nylon fabric on his face . Loving the feel of it ...closing his eyes as he thought back on Marie . <br><br>Oh yes , that was it lowering the new pair of lady stockings to his still hard shaft as the man's hand cupped round and squeezed down . The other hand wrapped the nylon round and round as the the other one began to pump upwards . <strong>" ummmm ...upppffttt ..." </strong> Faster and harder he went as the man gasped out for air .. whispering .<strong> " oh yes Marie ..take what you want ..."</strong>&nbsp; the whole thing the scent of her perfume in his mind as he worked the those stockings .. tightening them down over his full balls , with a few hard squeezes . It wasn't long before every muscle tensed and his shaft throbbed out begging for more abuse . Only to squirt out ..once , twice ....three times in a rapid succession one after the other as the man's balls constricted . It was amazing to watch exactly how far of a stream a man could produced when he had been denied for so long . <br><br>Leaning back as his head hit the wall ...it took awhile to clean himself back up ...the cock in his hand going slowly limp and the stockings unwrapped were covered with his own seed. The smile on the man's face as he tucked his manhood back away with a sated sigh . Tossed the dirty semen drenched nylons in a small brown bag and tossing them into the waste basket beside the desk . There now ...things could go back to normal . He would indeed need to do much groveling to win back the fair Marie to bestow any favor like she had earlier . It made him sick to his stomach to think he had turned her away . In fact even the thought of it made his hands shake as he looked down at them . <br><br>After a little talking to himself ....about the line of people out front and he had a job to do . Tom slowly opened the door took in another deep breath and heading back to the front desk stopping to see Victor having stepped up and taken over things . Watching the man as he seemed to of signed a man and a woman into the place ...the smile grew as they both had signed the books .&nbsp; Winthorpe Harrington, the Third was now proclaiming he had no weapons ...and indeed most likely the man was being quite honest about that one . <br><br>Moving up behind Victor as Tom placed his hand on the shoulder .&nbsp; <strong>" Ahhh you are indeed a good man to have on board ."</strong>&nbsp; that was all that would be said on the matter . Nodding his head as he checked over what all Victor had been doing and seemed all was in order . Entering the check in's into the system and not interfering with the man that seemed to be doing one hell of a job for his first day on the job . Indeed this was a good find to walk through the front doors and Tom would be sure to mark that on the application for Lee Chang to look over for the final approval of employment.&nbsp; <strong>" Might as well get you a room around ...Victor ...I think you might be staying awhile with this work attitude . " </strong> Smirking as he check the available rooms in the employee chambers. <br><br>Tom began to whistle the tune that Marie had been singing earlier under the desk ...his mind filling with her words as he recalled the song . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 21:47:45</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes, working with Tom</strong><br><br>Victor was quite surprised to suddenly have a hand on his shoulder. He had been focused on what he was doing and hadn’t really expected Tom to return so quickly. But now he was back and Victor had to confess to himself that he was thankful for it as he was not sure this was the place for him, at least not the position of standing behind the desk. Off to the side he could avoid the anger and impatience of the customers but being the one behind the desk seemed to dictate him as the target for all their anger, not that there had been much but he could only imagine what would happen if people had been upset that Tom was not there to meet them.<br><br>Offering a smile to Tom, he nodded, seeing that what had been spoken was merely a comment on his performance and not really a compliment. He could handle that as he was not really used to get complimented for doing the job that he was suppose to do. Yes he knew this was not his job but surely Tom had meant for him to step in at least that was what Victor had hoped. Hearing the mention of a room he was hopeful that that meant he would be allowed to slip away for a bit. Lilith had been playing at the back of his mind while he worked and he wondered what she was up to. Truly it was not his place to wonder such things but he had been so intrigued by her that he couldn’t shake her from his thoughts, even while he was working. Besides if Tom could get serviced at the desk he didn’t see any reason why he couldn’t wonder about one of the customers and hope to go see them.<br><br>“Yes sir, I would appreciate a room though I am fine sleeping wherever you dictate. Not really one to complain as I have slept in all manner of places over my young years.” He shrugged and glanced at Tom for a moment. “Also would it be too bold to ask for a break from the desk. I was wondering if I might slip away to the playground for a bit as Lilith had requested that we continue our conversation when I had the chance. If I am needed then I will remain at my post, merely wanted to ask.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 19:19:00</strong>
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				<strong> Tom O'Riley (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/Tom2.jpg) ...at the front desk checking on a room for Victor Orestes and starting to check in Abejundo . </strong><br><br>Winthorpe&nbsp; seemed to have been taken care of anyways and moved on into the facility ...most likely the man would retire and have a drink or two ....then head back out . He used the place more as a pitstop anyways on his journeys pity they didn't see more of the man . Though he seemed to be a solitary fellow that kept to himself . <br><br><strong>" Awhhh here we go ....Seems we do have a room in the employee area open for you , my good man Victor ...it is in the East Wing ...room B1 ...not hard to remember is it . " </strong> as he pulled out a skeleton like key that was on a necklace like thing and handed it off to him . <strong>" Now take that bag of yours on down there and get settled in ..there is a common area you will find in the middle ..get acquainted with the other staff if you like . Or go back and attend to Lillith in the playground and service her needs as you see fit . " </strong> as Tom rather shooed the man on his way ....<strong>" I shall see ya later in the morning ...rest well , we have lots to go over . "</strong> <br><br><br>Turning his attentions then to Abejundo Webb.....interesting fellow now who the hell was he ....as Tom wrinkled his nose one way and then the other . Flipping through a small reference on expected new merchants and deliveries ...then again this one looked sort of familiar.&nbsp; Tom took off his glasses and cleaned them off with his shirt that he had to untuck ... <strong>" Awwhhh yes indeed the clockwork man ....Abejundo , glad to see you made it in ....I believe preparations are being made to your little shop on the merchants level ....though the bedchambers I think is not yet furnished and completed . As we were awaiting your arrival . Let me see if I have a room available for you ole chap as we can set you right up indeed. "</strong>&nbsp; looking about ....<strong> " Any assistants staying with you ? " </strong><br><br>Turning the book around ...<strong>" If you would please sign in here .....let me get the keys to your shop ....rules of the facility ...got a map ...." </strong> As the man behind the counter began to gather the paperwork and that to get this new in house merchant to be settled in . It was all the buzz you know ..to have a gear maker and expert clock worker on the premise . Indeed Tom had an old watch-piece that had been busted awhile back and as soon as this man's shop was in full operation , he indeed would line up as a beginning customer . <br><br>Moving then to check the available rooms ....as he picked up the intercom system ...and buzzed down to housekeeping ...<strong> " Excuse me , my dear ....could you tell me which room is ready for service ...in the East Wing ."&nbsp; </strong>stopping to Listen for the answer ....as he rolled his fingers on the top of the counter .&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 21:23:31</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes, leaving to attend to other duties</strong><br><br>Victor had to confess, at least to himself, that he was a bit surprised to be let go so easily. Clearly he had impressed Tom and was uncertain about when he was going to meet this mysterious Lee Chang that everyone kept talking about. Still he did not want to wait around where he was not wanted and perhaps no desired. Taking the key in hand, he nodded to Tom who had already turned to another customer and made his way over to storage to retrieve his bag. With that slung over his shoulder, he headed for the employees chambers.<br><br><strong>Moving to Employees Chambers</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 22:42:02</strong>
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				<strong> Tom O'Riley (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/Tom2.jpg) ...at the front desk finishing up checking everyone in .</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Some time had passed ...and it seemed most all had checked in for the evening . The hankering to get a drink come over Tom and he finished the paperwork and began to lock up shop . Leaving his pager device on the counter ....to which anyone arriving late could buzz and the man would return to take care of them . <br><br>&nbsp;Yawning as the day had been a long one ....he turned and put his jacket on . The next shift of guards were coming on and he walked into the Pleasure Dome with George ...who seemed to excuse himself and head to his bunks . Tom nodded understanding it though rumor had it that George was banging one of the maids and she kept him warm at night . What could he say ...the girl indeed was well worth giving up bachelorhood for ...to be so lucky .&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khanken</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 22:49:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.digital-innocence.com/GalleryImages/Airship_Matte_Small.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Herring</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88805.msg4327273#msg4327273)... smiled, peacefully reclined in the pilot's seat of The Brass Pigeon. Behind her was the egg-shaped inside of the cargo hold, containing so many wonderful goodies. Candies from Europe, fur from Russia, silks from Japan... even cleverly preserved carnation flowers waiting to drink in any dye and as a result become any color. But she kept her doctoring goods in the cockpit with her in a large physician's bag, preferring to have it on hand at all times just out of habit. The merchant, a partially retired doctor, wasn't going to forget soon any of the skills that brought her to this moment of reliable wealth in her life.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;She had a look at the charts on the desk above her helm and then a look at her compass, a double check so she knew her course and had faith in it. Herring wasn't an experienced pilot, but she had this ship designed to make piloting quite easy. As she made a small adjustment with one of her brass control sticks, one of The Fat Pigeon's steering thrusters tilted very briefly and pulled the ship back on course. A little turbulence made the new merchant ship creak briefly, and then Herring saw something in the distance, perhaps a dozen miles off. She pulled a spyglass from beside the cockpit seat and had a look at it. Rising above the horizon was The Pleasure Dome in all its glory. The small merchant vessel soon was above the landing pad, angling its steering thrusters downward to keep the heavy little bird in the air.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;A little fuel to the main thrusters had it shifting idly forward, taxiing elegantly across the pad until it slowly lurched onto its landing gear. The roof of the little merchant ship cleared the ceiling of the garage with perhaps under over a yard to spare, and the young pilot soon found the ideal place to park her home of a few months, containing all of her wares and supplies. This ship was like an oversized safe for personal belongings. Entry into the cargo hold took a few keys and a combination just from the cockpit, which Herring resealed from the inside. The young woman's hair was still wet from a shipboard bath, and she had been flying about naked out of comfort. She clothed herself quickly on the way to the exit, for each clothing article was deliberately hung in a pattern on the way to the hatch. It was very much like her to even check her large revolver and reholster it on the way out. She had made the mistake of going into a seeming legitimate place unarmed once, only to find it overtaken by raiders. Naturally, she wasn't in the mood for a repeat.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Herring's memories went back to sending a telegraph when she was a few days' flight away, reserving a room and wiring money for it. So she took her time, looking as if she felt quite welcome in the place. One would not have even guessed she was completely lost. Her devil-may-care expression and scoundrel-like stride was a portrait of confidence while she effortlessly hefted her heavy black bag in one hand, walking into what she hoped was the beginning of a better life, filled with less death and seclusion. She soon found the desk and lowered the heavy bag to the floor. She saw what looked to be a button and gave it an instinctive press, to be rewarded with the sound of a buzzer. This was time Helyanwe took to double check the grooming of her painted nails. She wasn't one to be in a hurry.<br><br><strong>...standing at the Front Desk, waiting to check in to her reservation</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 23:37:02</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes, approaching Front Desk</strong><br><br>Victor hurried along, wisely sticking to the shadows when he crossed along the edges of the Playground. He even slowed his pace, though tried to keep it brisk. He felt that it would no look well to be running through the place that held so many paying patrons and drawing attention to him self. Still he wanted to get to front desk and his pace only increased when he happened to spot Tom carousing with a female and knew that he did not know about the waiting guest. Pleased with the thought that he might get a pat on the back for being so prompt in greeting the guests and running the desk while the main greeter was preoccupied, he took the steps up to the lobby two at a time.<br><br>At the top of the steps Victor paused to take a steady breath and to make sure that he did not appear rushed. He figured that appearances played a big roll here and so took the time to collect him self. Putting on his best ‘welcome’ smile, he moved out of the shadows and into the lobby, noticing the woman standing at the desk who seemed to be inspecting her nails. “Greetings and welcome to the Pleasure Dome. Please forgive me for not being at the desk when you arrived, I was seeing to something else.”<br><br>Reaching under the top of the desk to grab the registry book, he set it before him and flipped to page holding the current day and the various guests who had requested rooms. Running one finger down the list, he watched the signatures until he came to one that was not signed and checked off. “Hmmm, would you be Doctor Helyanwe Herring? If so please sign here and hand over any weapons that you might have with you. It’s our policy so that arguments and debates do not turn deadly.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khanken</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 00:16:53</strong>
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				<strong>Herring</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88805.msg4327273#msg4327273)<strong>, checking in at the Front Desk with Victor.</strong><br><br>Herring turned her attention quickly to the young man entering the lobby, but her movements were not quick at all. From the way he carried himself and addressed her, she guessed that he was as legitimate as an employee of the fine place could get, though perhaps having to actually try to look happy to greet her. She returned the smile with an easy one of her own. Of course, she was happy. This looked to be the moment her life had painfully and patiently wound up to. She was quite quiet until everything seemed to be in order, and the mention of weapons ended with the tickling of ammunition as she cast it from the chambers of her over-sized revolver, unloading it into her bag.<br><br>"That would be me... Herring will do nicely, and lets not stress over delays. Some people spend their whole lives waiting. I hope you don't mind that I keep the custom caliber ammunition. Won't have anyone using this bad boy without my permission," she casually introduced herself and explained before setting the hand cannon on the desk to reach down and pull a tanto from each boot with great ceremony. They were sharp as razors and engraved beautifully with lotus flowers. Likely a gift from one of her Far East clients. They joined the revolver delicately, as if to more than merely suggest her weapons were precious to her. The next action was for her to reach into her bag and deftly set a repeating hunting rifle on the desk, turning in what looked to be her main weapon with a lot less grace. It looked worn and heavily used, as well as customized. She had used it to hunt the more exotic animals she had met in her recent travels, and it was still loaded. One look at it from a trained eye would bring with it the relief that the bizarre, mostly Russian patchwork rifle actually had a safety, which was on.<br><br>The young woman wasn't even done. She pulled three makeshift grenades from small pouches in her leather bodice and added them to the collection, along with a small glass phial containing a mysterious clear liquid. "These particulars need to be stored carefully. They're both delicate and deadly." It was finally over when she pulled a sheathed machete from under her brass buttoned jacket and placed it on the table with a wry smirk, and removed her hat to pull out, one at a time, a dozen throwing stars stored within it. She clearly had learned to be armed to the teeth as a lone merchant, and rightly so. The last thing she took from her hat was an innocent-looking fountain pen. She seemed ready to check in, after all. Eye contact with Victor seemed important now, mostly because she wanted a reaction to all these weapons.<br><br><strong>...possibly disarmed herself at the Front Desk.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 00:45:25</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes, Front Desk with Herring</strong><br><br>Victor was pleased when the woman offered over her weapons willingly. Watching the various items being placed on the desk before him, he studied them with his artificial eye, marking each of them clearly and nodding with accord. He truly wasn’t all the surprised with the multitude of weapons from one person. It was a common sight among the loners of the world as things were more centered on the survival of the fittest and to be armed to the teeth was perfectly natural, even expected. To come into an unknown region or group without revealing a good number of weapons could be seen as an insult in some shady places and so Victor just smiled and met the gaze of Herring, curious as to why there seemed to be so much eye contact going on. The other guests he had checked in had merely handed over their weapons, signed and been about their way. But Victor sensed that perhaps the doctor was awaiting something from him, some surprise perhaps that a woman was armed to such a degree. He was sorry to disappoint but he really wasn’t going to act beyond what he felt. “Very good, thank you for being so forthcoming with your various items Dr. Herring.”<br><br>George moved forward then, gathering up the various items and escorting them off to the private and secure locker of the Pleasure Dome. Victor did not see any harm in letting the doctor hold onto the ammunition as he felt that the woman had willing handed over all her weapons. Turning the book around, Victor slid it forward so that the doctor would be able to sign it. “Just sign here and here and I will get your key for you. Seems you will be staying in room 108. You are welcome to head there right away and place your things. The majority of the guests are currently congregating in the Playground though some may have broken off to attend to…ummm…personal matters. Please feel free to wander down there and enjoy yourself.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khanken</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 01:35:09</strong>
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				<strong>Herring, Front Desk with Victor</strong><br><br>The woman, perhaps odd but strangely normal for fringe society assumed a genuine smile. The lack of surprise was comforting, and she was glad to see the man was taking good visual stock of her belongings. Her eyes briefly turned to George, watching the care put into gathering the variety of things, especially the unmarked phial, as if it was the most dangerous thing of all. She then gladly met Victor's eyes again, one natural and one artificial, while blindly signing for her room in violet ink. George wasn't gone yet, and was handed the fountain pen, which definitely suggested that in some discreet way, it was also a weapon, a last precaution for a woman who would expect to be robbed after being disarmed.<br><br>That one casual act made obvious her past dealings weren't without their downfalls, and yet she wasn't going to trouble anyone by mentioning that the pen doubled as a single shot projectile. It seemed that having an official document to sign had finally won her trust, and Victor won a wry smirk from the slight stammer before mentioning personal matters. "I would hope to soon have personal matters of my own to attend to," she replied as she lifted the still heavy, but significantly less heavy back from the floor with her left hand. "Its a pleasure doing business with this fine establishment, Mister, er... Sorry, I don't think I caught your name, sir," she finished with presenting her right hand to him. It seemed softly skinned, effeminate. But by now, Victor was probably aware of its hidden strength.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 07:10:05</strong>
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				<strong>Victor, front desk with Herring</strong><br><br>Victor was still considering the woman and the display she seemed to be putting on when she asked for his name. Normally he wouldn’t just give such things away as he had been caught up in shady dealings before. Now he wasn’t sure of what to do as there was no obviously policy, at least not one that he knew but then again he hadn’t heard Tom introduce himself to the guests. Taking a moment to study the hand that had been presented to him, he shrugged and reached up to clasp it, shaking it briefly. “Victor I am, security detail and operator of the front desk when the normal guy is preoccupied.”<br><br>Releasing the hand quickly, he spun the book around so that he could verify the signature and then snapped the book shut. Placing it back where it needed to be, he handed over the key to the woman, unsure of her comment but not wanting to press the point as he really felt that it was none of his business. “Here is the key to your room. I hope you enjoy your time here at the Pleasure Dome.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>26-03-2011, 21:30:08</strong>
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				<strong> Victor, leaving the front desk for the night</strong><br><br>Victor had stood there for what seemed like an hour after the newest guest had left. He wasn’t sure if he should stick nearby so that he could assist any late night guests but then he decided that he could always come back later if the bell went off again. With a sigh, he checked the books, not really seeing any new members that were suppose to arrive for the remained of the day. Nodding, he marked the page and closed it, slipping back to its place. <br><br>As he checked the keys, he noticed that George had already left, apparently leaving for the night. Shrugging, he glanced around until he found the key for the armory. Figuring it a wise move, he took the key and locked the door and set the alarm before he returned the key. He didn’t know the combo for the lock but he suspected that George or Tom would be able to open it in the morning. <br><br>Offering a bored sigh, he glanced around once more to see if everything was secure though he really didn’t know why he bothered. It wasn’t like he knew what was supposed to be protected and what wasn’t. Still something in the back of his mind told him to have a look around just because and when he felt okay with everything he decided that it was okay to head out for the night. Smiling, he headed for the stairs.<br><br><strong>Heading down to the Playground</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 19:50:16</strong>
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				<strong> Tom O'Riley (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/Tom2.jpg) ...leaving the Playground ...heading back to his chambers with the remainder of the whiskey bottle ...and hopefully the Temptress Kimberly.</strong><br><br>&nbsp;As Tom reached his chambers ....passing through the Lobby ....it seemed all was in order . A few security guards nodded at him . The man teetered at the door drawing out a ring of keys ...moving them about till he found the right one ..<strong> " Awwwhhh here she is ...." </strong> smirking as he pushed the key into the slot and twisted it ...the door opened inwards and Tom soon followed its momentum .&nbsp; <br><br>Waving his hand ...at the small sitting room that had various objects about it , files and things and it was a tad bit messy , with clothes strung over the backs of chairs and piles of things . The Large Canopy style bed ...though was quite visible .&nbsp; Tom made his way over towards a closet ...and began to fumble through the keys again .<strong> " Now I do believe you wanted to test out some toys ... " </strong> as he grinned ...having not looked back since he entered the room afraid this was just a dream and there would be no one there . Opening the cabinet ...oh my ...Tom seemed a naughty boy with many little items displayed on the wall and sitting on the shelf . <br><br>Swallowing as he turned ...looking for the woman he believed had come with him .... <strong>" Pick your toys my dear ...your servant awaits ..." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Front Lobby - Key Masters Office - Security</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 15:09:20</strong>
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				<strong>The Next Day ... Tom O'Riley (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/Tom2.jpg) ...at the front desk starting out the day .</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Tom had awakened early as usually ...managed to get a shower in and dress in the impeccable fashion that he was most accustomed to . The grin on his face though and the slight lifted step as the events of his evening were seemingly fueling the wonderment into the new day . Oh indeed Kimberly had outdone herself and the man was renewed with a vigor . <br><br>&nbsp;Moving to the front desk ...as he began his work day ...checking the logs and any requests that had been made by any of the guests . The lovely Lillith had a demonstration she wanted to do and that seemed to have a few takers on being a submissive subject . In fact the pure nature of this demo made him wanting to make sure that he was off duty so that he might be able to watch such an event . <br><br>&nbsp;The kitchen had cooked up some sausage gravy and biscuits with a couple of eggs over easy ....the steaming coffee filled the area with the rich aroma . The night shift guards were all falling in to gather up some food and then would be heading to bed . He also had that new one ...which he had been told seemed to of had been with Beatrice last night . The grin on his face widened even more as he was enjoying watching the tape of the hot headed Irish woman being taken over the dinner table like some common whore . Oh he was loving the new guy already for this tape was priceless , finally he had something over that young battleaxe . <br><br>Not that anyone here would care per say at the Pleasuredome ....but oh how she would and that made it even more priceless considering as much grief as that woman gave him regularly . 
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