Setting
A bar spanning the entire left wall carries every alcohol this side of the galaxy has to offer, and some expensive rarities that serve as attractions for the travelers passing through. There are booths and tables scattered throughout the bar and what music might be playing comes from an internal stereo system. The stage and DJ equipment had long been removed as Gambit’s always was considered a bar, not a club. The roof was also reworked to get rid of the unnecessary rafters, opening it up like it was meant to be. Since the bar was beneath the hotel, the rafters weren’t needed and were a little strange looking. Also removed was all of the self-ordering screens since there was plenty of staff to take not just drink orders, but food orders as well.
A series of nine floors is stacked above, outfitted with rooms and service to accommodate them, culminating in a rooftop vista of the weathered city surrounding the building. While the entire structure isn't entirely invincible, it had been reinforced by Trantor Industries' best technologies after repeated attempts (some successful, and some not so much) to upset Gambit's place of business, presumably as a vendetta against the cajun himself.
Owner:
Remy LeBeau – Played by SinfulSoul
Managers/Current Owners:
Gabrielle LeBeau – Played by Faithy
Renee LeBeau – Played by Faithy
Assistant Manager:
Harriet – Played by Disdain
Head of Security:
Jegun Lobos – Played by Lobos
Bartenders/Waiters:
Zaria Busto – Played by Moonscar
Norrington – Played by Patcharoo
Drew Callahan – Played by Architect
Zekil – Played by Zenia
Aiya – Played by Patcharoo
Dom – Played by ViceVersus
Note: If a PC bartender isn't available, the bar is assumed to be manned by NPC staff.
Security:
Gambit's Bar is a player operated business, with player controlled security. If you are going to engage in violence, you must allow time for the defending parties (the bar security players) to get online and respond.
As per the Multiverse rules: All actions must allow for the opportunity of the impacted characters to respond.
The impacted characters include the bar security on duty.
"Hello," said the strange mirror, in a frank voice that came from nowhere at all.
"Ah, what a perplexing peculiarity, the air is... hm," uttered the figure, touching the mask where a mouth should be. It then took measured steps in a circle around the room, each stride strangely ethereal and muted. "Is this, perhaps, the... other side? The realm of endless misery, chaotic disarray, the sickly depraved, the oppressed, and the displaced. A realm of war, endless suffering, mourning, death, and destruction."
The figure bowed its head, rubbing the chin of its mask in somber contemplation.
"Perhaps it is time for all of that to simply," the figure continued, scooping up a handful of black sand, then pouring it from one hand into the other, freezing it in mid-air. "Stop."
OttO, the Mask Maker, the Herald of Untime, He Who is Not, the looney who talks a lot about nothing, embarked on a purposeful stride toward the door, opting for a more civilized exit. As he grasped the handle, a moment of reflection enveloped him, prompting the consideration of extending personal thanks to those inadvertently responsible for facilitating his arrival. Even if the act of cracking the looking glass and outright breaking causality was, in his peculiar estimation, probably fairly common, it certainly hadn't occurred to this staggering magnitude. Temporal fractures splintered the fabric of time itself, cracks spreading like chaotic webs in every conceivable direction. The very essence of time seemed to be unraveling, an intricate tapestry fraying at the seams as the fractures expanded relentlessly, it is... beautiful.
With a brief, courteous bow to any lingering spectators, he opened the door and left.
He wasn't there when 'the grand phenomenon' or 'great dissapearing' occurred. He was navigating cracks in time, and pocket dimensions. He knew that Gambits was the epicenter for a shift in space/time; but he never expected that after 3 months of observation, he would run into an extra-dimensional being when studying the sands of time left behind.
Tall...so much taller than his own 6'4 frame. Heralding saw an ominous and foreboding giant of a being step out of realms beyond and between space/time. It was...magnificent.
The manifestation of something grand and whole, yet also something void and intangible. Yet, it pulled at Heralding. Tugging at his consciousness and ideas and memories. Triggering thoughts of his centuries upon centuries of research and development of understanding. It was magnificent. But it was also dangerous. His thoughts led up to hear when he heard it speak, and then it bowed and left.
"...curious..." Herald murmured.
He knew he couldn't miss whatever that being was going to get into. So he followed. Not before paying his tab, downing his drink and tossing his notebook in a pocket dimension haphazardly with the wave of a hand. He took a step and dissapeared into a parallel dimension mirroring the current reality, just...he was sure no one else could follow him, yet no doubt that being would surely notice him if he didn't stay out of range.
"Maybe a few more precautionary cloaks of magics..." he muttered in pursuit.
Avian-like and undeniably feminine, this creature diverged significantly from its predecessor. Draped in an opulent cloak of ornate fabric that billowed around her like majestic wings, further enhancing her avian motif, and under this cloak she wore an elegant silk body suit covering her entirely so no skin exposed. A sharp golden birdlike mask veiled her face. The only exposed aspect of her form was her brilliant, somewhat faded, blond hair, cascading freely in a wild dance with an untamed elegance.
In stillness, she stood, craning her neck forward and turning her head slowly to survey the entire expanse of the bar, in a clear state of bewilderment. Her golden mask betrayed a soft gasp, a muffled sound escaping the confines of its sharp contours. Her searching gaze traversed the room, as if in pursuit of something: the giant that preceded her.
The atmosphere seemed to envelop her, and even the air felt, tasted, distinctively different, carrying with it a subtle familiarity—a whisper of a long-lost memory. She did not linger too long, she looked down and saw the still frozen black sand, and, with a sharp exhale turned towards the door, and swiftly shot towards it, and, opting to use her feet, she opened the door with a not-so-elegant kick and continued to rush through to the side alley outside.