Posted by Gamemaster Wombat (GM) in Main Sim - The Mystique and Promenade

Posted by Civilian Teek’ma Downs (Manager, The Mystique Club (Contacted 2018/9/10)) in Main Sim - The Mystique and Promenade

Posted by Gamemaster Wombat (GM) in Main Sim - The Mystique and Promenade
Posted by… suppressed (5) by the Post Ghost! 👻
For some reason on the Promenade and in the various clubs, gravity is not lost, and lights remain operational, in a way. They begin to flash in a random stream of colors in time with music that starts to play over the speakers. Each room a different song from a different culture. All of them something worth dancing to.

GM Wombat

Teek frowned and called to her bar tender as she walked up on him. “What’s going on? I don’t recall the music being set to this so early.” She glanced at the time piece behind the bar. Something wasn’t right.

“I don’t know, Teek… it just… started.” The poor man looked worried and shook his head in confusion.

“No worries, Donovan… just making sure. Make sure your stick is at the ready. I’m going in back to check it out.” The woman smiled to patrons as they rose up like a party had been announced and started to dance to the unexpected music. Behind the smile, though, Teek was concerned. ‘What was happening?’

Teek
Mystique Manager

A thorough examination of the dance music controls would find them stuck in boogie woogie time. Let the early morning patrons get down with themselves and catch that disco-fever. Or, you know, given the time of day be annoyed with the way things are going. The volume is stuck at 11 after all. There is no hiding the good times the Mystique is offering right now.

GM Wombat

Teek tried to get the machine to shut down, to no avail. Growling under her breath, she shook her head, hands in the air as she professed her loss of what to do.
As things stood, nothing seemed wrong with what was occurring. She decided, for now anyway, she would just let it go. But she made sure that it didn’t get out of hand.

Teek’ma
Manager MYSTIQUE

A few moments later, Marines arrived and Teek went to greet them. “Glad you guys are here. I can’t figure out what’s happening to my systems. Can’t seem to adjust or turn off anything.”

The Marine in charge of this section began helping Teek get everyone out of the club. With everything happening, she didn’t even both to collect credits. Whatever was happening now was a lot more important that some creds.

Kelly kept monitoring the evacs and kept in touch with each section. When the CO came back, she had a running log going for quick catch up on the situation.

2nd Lt Kelly Pippin
Marine

Evacuations are going more smoothly here, other than a general disappointment that the good times will, in fact, not be rolling today. Little resistance is given as the party goers return to their quarters, unhampered except for loud music and flashing lights.

GM Wombat

Teek helped clear the place out till no one was left except her and the man behind the counter. She watched the last one disappear into the promenade en route to their quarters and she paused beside the Marine. “My barkeep and I are going to remain here. We will secure the door and I have a room in back we can hole up in if we need to. But I am not leaving.” She glanced up at the man and shrugged. “Besides, you guys are probably going to be crazy busy, and could use trained eyes in places where uniforms are merely large targets.” She tapped his sleeve to draw his attention to the uniform that marked him as Marine.

“So unless you are going to point a weapon at us and force us away, I’ll let you watch me activate the barrier and be on your way to help the net group of folks.” She smiled as sweetly as she could and hoped he wouldn’t take the ‘at weapon’s point’ route.

Teek
Manager
((Will let GM decide what the Marine does))

The marine grunted something about civilians being recalcitrant but waved his hand none the less and marched off to the next location on the ship, something about about not dying.

In the corner of the club, however, one guest has failed to evacuate. A mousy man in dirty trader rags.

GM Wombat

Teek ‘humphed’ as the guy murmured then palmed the panel to lower the security gate. They were more reliable than energy fields and maintained themselves even in power outages. Marcus had long gone to the back to begin setting up the area they were going to be sleeping in, so Teek was alone as she moved to the tables to begin cleaning up. She looked up and sat the man in the corner and a small squeak escaped her lips. “Oh… lords and ladies you shouldn’t scare someone like that.” A frown then lit her features as she stepped towards him, her hands going to her hips like a mother scolding a child. “What are you doing here? You were supposed to evacuate like the others. There’s trouble on the station.” She motioned towards the door. “You shouldn’t be here. Come on, I’ll let you out…” Her normally stone like demeanor had been shaken by the stranger’s presence. She didn’t like being surprised… and certainly NOT in her own establishment.

Teek
Manager