The Lounge

[Minorikawa]

Stepping in from the main lobby the visitor will find themselves in a hallway that branches towards the end. Straight ahead will lead to the main bar and dance floor. If they turn to the left and bypass the stairs to the upper floor, however, they will find themselves in the spacious lounge. This is the second most quiet spot in the club, and where many frequent visitors come in order to catch up with familiar faces or simply enjoy a more social yet comfortable experience with others. Don't worry, the upholstery is regularly cleaned and looks fresh and new every opening hour. Some still dance on the open floor here, but not many. There are wait staff ready to come and take your order if you wish to get a drink without making the journey to the bar.

[inkylore]

the day was coming, a sun, ascending upon the ciy like a kite taking flight. this was just how things were their. the life of a sincho on the other hand was a bit different. their programming scattered among many but kept in reserve, like a Braker box, the root component in the fuction of its utilites called robot models, but rearly actually interacted with unless seeked out specifically. when the utilites were off line it was like walking in darkness, in search of a new utility. nothing less then a beacon of light. to continue an one of many extended exsistances.

Booting up ...

Loading ...

Systems online ...

battery charge at 100%

what was the time? how long did it actually take for this model to boot up? what model was this? where were they? answer, it didn't matter. every bootup seemed instant when their was hardly any perception of time outside of a utilities activity, and even after a machines programing was already set, everything they were and merely supposed to do, the tools they were given all sincho was doing was putting them to use, behind a module that simulated the illusion of emotion or so the ai thought it to be. and if they wanted to repurpose those resources and programs for something else. it was certainly within their power to do so. but perhaps that was enough talk about the depressing life style that was a ai puppeteering all the resources it could ask for. almost like a spoiled individual saddened by the fact that they could have anything they wanted or a antsy teen fully convinced that nothing it experienced was truly genuine.

now it was time to get back on topic. at the time of they're awaking they could only see red, not a error or anything, just the natural lighting of the lobby area. seemed they took hold of a unit stationed their  among many other units stationed in a night club called the Garden of Hedonism. among the many employee's the robotics the inhabited it were employee 0. the first to get up and set up shop even before clubs human handlers did.

most power systems that managed the club were intended to be voice activated, but they could be manually activated as well, mainly for the robots benefit. thought to be unable to use this function. mainly because it was meant to respond to the voice of other employee's. though this was no hurdle for sincho. pulling vocal data from past units it could easily go beyond the robots original programing to gain access. this often made the job of setting up go faster then if they had roamed the place looking for the power room. most of the work setting up just entailed making sure everything was clean and where it was supposed to be. usually that wasn't a issue as it was typically done before people clocked out, but sometimes that didn't get done and was left to them to do. luckily that hadn't been the case this time around so really all that they needed to do was open shop. the doors unlocking and the night club illuminating its LEDs, no need for a open sign. the light was every bit of a sign of that. even easy to spot if you didn't live too far that was of course unless that far away place was also a high place. such that it allowed you to look down on the city like a ant colony or some sort of king. 

now all that was to do was wait for the employee's to arrive, the real one's anyway. as far as job titles went they were basically an assistant their combined experience and algorithm made them capable of taking over any job title even if sometimes they didn't always end up with a model with a ideal body to do so. they were basically a stand in for if anything came up on short notice for the other employee's. still it would be a lie to say waiting for they're arrival was the easy part. with no other distraction but its other selves, they quickly gained a level of self awareness best described as oddly unified as if looking at a mirror. mirroring movements and even eventually speech patterns. turning these unique array of helpers into a parade of mono-toned  clones with different paint jobs. to circumvent this they stay in separate rooms or at least as separated as they can be. though admittedly sometimes, the synchronization it tries to avoid does come in handy.

 

[SataiRolePlayingGuy]

It was early, but it was good to be early.  That was what Ryoko thought at least.  Gave a girl a chance to evaluate the others, get first choice.  It was also good to get off the streets.  Last thing she needed was a fight with some punk from a rival gang.  She stayed near the entrance though.  It looked like staff were still coming in and preparing.  She had been here often enough, she was not exactly friends with any of them, but knew a few of them, especially the bouncers and bartenders.  Such a regular could sometimes talk themselves in a little early.

It was fitting she had occasionally thought about working here, though she had not submitted an application or anything like that.  Working here was a little iffy.  She enjoyed the various entertainments the place provided, but to work here had the chance of getting a little too close to a job she might have been raised for, for she had stayed home.

Instead she just leaned against the wall, near the door.  She would not go in further until more of the staff came and it got closer to time for the rest of the customers to come in.  If anyone made a big deal, maybe she could point out she hoped to apply, though she did intend to make a serious application just yet.

[SataiRolePlayingGuy]

As the evening approached, a car drove up, near the doors to the club.  A rather luxurious one, though not a limo or anything like that.  Ordinary sized.  A man stepped out from the back.  Closed the door and let it drive off.  He had done this before, made arrangements on when to be picked up.  Just safer not to leave a car like that out, in a place like this.

He took a deep breath of the air, checked the time.  Early enough he might have to wait a bit, but not too long.  He dressed well, well off, though he was not so famous to be a celebrity.  He did have some fame in his industry though.  He had just spent another day at work.  Managing a number of idols.  Beautiful women.  Often not wearing much.  Dancing in ways to draw your eyes, singing about love and desire.

Oh he had been tempted to have some private time with more than one over the years.  Some in his job did that.  He was a professional though.  He had to keep work separate.  He also worked too much to look into things like love and marriage.  When he sought….intimate partnership, this was his preferred destination.  It was always interesting to see who would show up, many interesting women came seeking the same thing.  It was often a new one each time, though occasionally he found himself finding someone from another day and having a second round.

He walked up to the door, waiting to see if anyone would come to let him in.  Or if he might meet anyone else looking to visit while they waited.  Maybe he could get a chance to take initiative with one of the women, he did not mind chatting a little, if it happened to be another came, who came to wait for the doors opening with him.

[Gardsorm]

'You usually come here all the time, Vandal. Why don't you go to other places in the city?'

'There's a lull in work right now, why shouldn't I take the time to swing by and relax a bit? Besides, this place has plenty of what I need.'

'For starters, you could probably take the chance to go to a gym, you almost got us killed last time.'

'That guy was like five hundred pounds at least, did you expect him to crumple like a muffin?'

'I expect you to avoid getting us flattened!'

'You complain too much, Faker had our back. Anyway, don't ruin my evening.'

'You mean OUR evening.'

'Whatever you say, Comrade Complainalot.'

===

Another day in the life of Dalton, the blue-haired male thought with a semblance of exhaustion as he seated himself on a bench outside the Garden of Hedonism. Places like this existed for people like him, who needed every chance they could get to relax from their otherwise long, boring, or dangerous daily lives. He raised his hand, bringing the sandwich to his mouth to eat as he watched others approach the establishment. Even just observing others have small insights into how they must have acted in their daily lives. Maybe he had missed a few while waiting out here, but some at least looked noteworthy to his eyes: A woman who looked like she might have been a troublemaker... Or making a statement with her attire. Watching her lean against a wall rather than wait in line with people gave him the impression she liked to be a rebel. The city was full of those types after all.

Another came in a car that looked ripe for getting boosted, whoever owned it definitely knew how to care for their automobiles. A place like this was no place for a car like that, though, anyone looking to get in would have probably stripped a car like that for parts to sell off just for the scratch to afford the amenities inside. However, this wasn't about the car but the guy that stepped out of the back: Sharply dressed, he had to admit, it reminded him of the suits he and the others wore when they were in duty. They were often called Spooks for it too, dressed like fictitious agents in dark attire with no other names. Calling them Spooks may not have been too far off of the market, considering the kind of trouble they usually dealt with from cyberspace. People often got creative with taking their technology to the next level...

Either way, this man was well-dressed, likely either came from money, or built himself up from it. He almost looked like he could have been a politician, but the lack of security detail surrounding him quickly shot that notion down-

'You know, I could always try to worm my way into that guys devices...'

'-Just because you're a sentient virus doesn't mean you need to act like one, Graf. Besides, we're here to relax, not go probing and poking devices for anything suspicious.'

'What if he was here to cause trouble?'

'Then he's got a lot more than me to worry about here. Don't be paranoid, everyone is here to enjoy themselves, nothing more.'

Standing upright once he was done eating, he stretched and made his way toward the night club's entrance. If he sat outside here too long staring at the entrance, he might look creepier than he intended to. He tried to brush some of the hair away from his other eye so he could get a better look at his surroundings, make sure no one else was standing in any perceived blind spots. He might not have looked like it, but the city's night life rather agreed with him. He may not have looked like he enjoyed it much, but it brought excitement to his life, whether it was simply enjoying food food and drinks with the raucous atmosphere inside, or being assigned cases by the Head Honcho to assist law enforcement. It was certainly better than trying to get himself involved in his parents shaky lives... Or, well, parent. His father was on his third attempt now, and Dalton was sure it wouldn't stop there. But as long as he was here, he didn't need to care.

"Places like this really make you feel like you can be someone... No matter how insignificant you really might be." He mumbled to himself quietly.

Edited 19 hours ago by Gardsorm

[Chiyako]

Nope.

Click.

Not him.

Click.

Too short.

Click.

So much for catching him early.

A disappointed sigh emerged from the bored woman laid flat within the trunk of a car, a car which was situated across the street from the infamous nightclub. She had been here for hours, peeking out from a hidden viewing port located within the trunk's hatch. Soft clicking noises filled her head, each one the captured face of somebody stood outside of the venue. None of them were her target, but one never knew when or what sort of jobs might be handed over. One of these people could be a future target. If she already had evidence of their misdeeds then it was essentially earning a free payday.

Finally a line forming. I suppose I can head over now. I'd rather not be stuck waiting in line for hours.

There was another reason for entering early. She had heard rumors of this place. It could become filthy. If she secured a spot for herself then she could at least keep that one small space at least somewhat clean. Unlike the other people attending this club she was here for strictly work-related purposes. Normally she would not be caught dead within a place like this. Provided the rumors were currect, the entire place turned into one giant orgy. While the thought of it might have heated her up just a little bit it definitely wasn't something that she was going to admit to, not to herself and certainly not to anyone else.

Hips wiggled and tail swayed as Evi crawled backwards out of the trunk of her vehicle and into the back of the cabin. The seat which had been folded down was set into its proper position, the clicking of mechanisms confirming that it was locked back into place. With ease she slipped up through the front seats and settled into the driver's side. She was small. Dainty. Flexible. Built for traversing through tight spaces, for sneaking into places unnoticed. It also meant carrying around an ID card, especially for a place like this. Her's was fake, one of a few varied identities crafted for her, although it was the closest one to being real, including both the name that she had kept and an age which matched the truth, at least so far as she was aware. The month and day might have been off.

A small pocket mirror was removed from the coat sat upon the passenger's side seat and flipped open, a few moments taken to make her hair a bit neater. It wasn't the only thing that she carried on her person. A couple of folding knives. She had a small handgun, but that she decided to place into the glove box. Evi didn't smoke but she did carry a lighter. Other people smoked, and lighting their cigarettes was often a good way of getting them to open up.

Let's just get this done and over with.

The door was popped open and from the raised seat slid the short cat-like woman. She wore her usual attire. A pair of loose grey baggy cargo pants with pockets large enough to store whatever goodies she might need to bring on a mission, although they were currently mostly empty, held up by a thick black belt and modified with a hole in the back for her tail. Black shoes fit for running. A black sport's bra well suited for whatever troubles she might get herself into. Tying everything together was a dark grey coat, one which contained inner pockets and one which she generally left open. It offered her some privacy and, more importantly, extra space for carrying mission essential goodies. Today it only held the bare essentials. She wasn't here for a fight, after all, but the knives were still present for her protection.

With her silver vehicle locked up Evi made her way across the street, hurrying in order to avoid holding up traffic. Once she had finished crossing the Neko slipped her way into the back of the slowly forming line. Jade orbs darted about towards those currently stood around, hands occupied in pockets while the fingers of one nervously played with her ID card. Sure, this was a typical job for her, but she had never been inside such a blatantly seedy place before. At least not one that was rumored to being so openly lewd as this one.

How many people here are going to be naked by the end of this night? Maybe I shouldn't have taken this job.