Setting
This is the wide-open dancefloor set into the middle of the cavernous interior of Club 47, surrounded by a bar at various intervals throughout. To the north is the main bar area, with lounging areas and vapor booths.
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Club 47 Main Floor
This is the wide-open dancefloor set into the middle of the cavernous interior of Club 47, surrounded by a bar at various intervals throughout. To the north is the main bar area, with lounging areas and vapor booths.
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Club 47 Main Floor is a part of 
Club 47 Entrance.
5 Characters Here
Arroze Durkaw [230] Timid Troll Bronze Blood
Cedric Valentine [195]
Max Entwine [122]
Irahel [108] A lithe female troll, minion to the evil with Helyn.
Krurai Sorkis [44] Male Troll Olive-Blood, Prospit Dreamer, Light aspect
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Éclaire Hanley smiled. "Neither am I, My Name's Claire, by the way." She said, extending her hand. She wasn't in uniform, so she opted to leave the honorifics out of it.
"Hey, Bartender!" She called out. "Put the C-bucs on!"
"Hey, Bartender!" She called out. "Put the C-bucs on!"
/me accepted the offer of a hand shake, “Cedric Valentine, pleasure to meet you. What brings you to Blue Heaven, business or just looking to unwind?”
Éclaire Hanley watched the television for just a moment, the bartender switched the channel, to an Aschen pyramid game, the Caprica Buccaneers versus the Picon Panthers, the score was 2-2 and it was the last quarter. "A little of both, I'm escorting a VIP." She replied, as the television went to commercial, some random Aschen propaganda piece.
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Raised an eyebrow slightly, “The way most of the people I’ve seen carry themselves you come off as a VIP yourself.” He has followed her gaze to the TV, a game he didn’t even begin to understand, though he figured if he gave it some time it would start to sink in.
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Éclaire Hanley kept watching the television, offering a nonchalant shrug as a very familiar redheaded woman appeared on the television, standing behind a podium, the Aschen naval flag, and the Aschen National flag behind her, along with a dark blue curtain. The woman was sharply dressed in a dark grey uniform, sam browne belt with chest strap, and a peaked officer's cap could be seen resting on the podium. The woman was delivering some sort of announcement amid the flash of cameras. She was also speaking a strange, but fluid language. The Announcement lasted about thirty seconds, and then the game returned.
"Not really, I just do my job." Claire said with a smile. "It's called Pyramid, a very popular sport where I'm from."
"Not really, I just do my job." Claire said with a smile. "It's called Pyramid, a very popular sport where I'm from."
Irahel was spit into the lights and sound of the room. She scanned for Arroze, avoiding the light up dance floor as she maneuvered through the crowd. There was an impressive icey sculpture near one of the bars. Huge, wow. She looked from the larger than life art piece to the televisions behind the bar. There was a woman on screen, and then there was a sports game.
/me “Pyramid, interesting.” He filled his glass from the Wyvern Whiskey bottle at the table, “Maybe not a VIP, but clearly your escortee has high standards. Too many people don’t put enough thought into how their escorts reflect them.” He couldn’t help but notice Irahel enter, seemed to be looking for someone, not him he was sure.
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He should have gone with the Confessors, not a Military Commander.
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Cedric Valentine raised an eyebrow, he had no idea what Confessors were, sounded ominous enough. "A military commander?" he whistled, "That is a high standard for an escort."
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I'm the Supreme Commander of the Aschen Empire's defense force. That was me on that screen.
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Cedric Valentine chuckled at himself for not having noticed, "I have to admit, I really wasn't paying much attention to it. Though I think you might have undersold your VIP status, you certainly qualify, especially compared to most of the people in this place."
Éclaire Hanley huffed. "People who think they're worth something, but are really nothing." She crossed her legs over the opposite side, pulling a small flask from her handbag, and taking a swig.
Cedric Valentine nodded and took a drink of his own, "People tend to think highly of themselves. If they stop trying to look important they might realize they aren't."
Max Entwine Max pushed into the club and looked around, it was nice enough, though he wasn't entirely sure if it was worth a space transit. He adjusted his jacket and pointed himself towards an empty table, keeping an eye out as he went.
Éclaire Hanley started as her communicator chirped, slowly she stood up. "Excuse me." She found somewhere quiet to take her call.
Bolea Nuurk had danced the night away and fallen to rest in one of the many booths. After a while she grew bored watching and realized it was about time she re-hydrated and found her Human. Her gelatinous form wasn't exactly growing loose, but lethargy was starting to set in. Also this was supposed to be work. Work could be fun! The knee-high jelly made her way back to the main bar. In her head she bounced around a script for a report on the grand opening.