WELCOME TO THE AUCTION [ OPEN LOG FOR ALL ]

[zauneyete]

WELCOME TO THE REDD ROOM

Neo Tokyo is a glittering and shining city that still prospers despite continuous kaiju attacks and natural disasters that plague it. However, there's more to Neo Tokyo than what meets the eye. Below its sparkling surface, there is another world that also flourishes out of sight for most. The people who live in this version of the city meet in the shadows and deal under the table, using cunning and power to secure their means. Instead of papers and feeds, this world receives news in the form of whispers and connections.

Rumors have been flying for months. They talk about long lost masterpieces, valuable information, and a certain recently discovered sword. The shadows whisper and share their opinions, making it known if they believe there's any credibility to the stories and if there's really anything to gain. While plenty is still unknown, what is known is that these rumors are beginning to converge and soon a name, a place, and a date will be chosen.

Those with enough money to live well in Neo-Tokyo rarely earn it honestly, and those with strong personalities all know who is the best broker of deals: Madame Redd. A divorcee who’s always found wearing a red-fox stole, she’s a wealthy arts dealer known for her keen eye, and propensity to occasionally sell fraudulent paintings to the unobservant client. She’s a sharp, witty woman who always seems to have a scheme up her sleeve, and hosting an event like this truly is where she’s at her most comfortable.

In a world where everything is done with technology, Redd opts for something more traditional. Securing an invitation means obtaining a simple, nondescript red card. With no name, address, or information on it, it's clear that having an invitation doesn't mean you'll be able to find the venue. However, by scanning the card with the right settings, a microchip embedded in the card will provide them with the information they need before wiping itself clean. Arrive to the venue, show your card, and pay your entrance fee.

To enter the gala, you need to pay a fee that proves you're serious. After all, this isn't a child's game. This is where the adults come to have fun and spend their hard won earnings. You will be prompted to scan your eye so they can read your implant and extract precious personal information. After uploading and submitting your identity as collateral, you'll finally be let in.

You are formally invited to the auction.

The gala

The Entertainment
Upon entering the venue, the invited will find themselves in a large, dimly lit room. The lights are low, obscuring corners and leaving plenty of areas out of sight. There's a veil of smoke in the air that occasionally flickers as lines of holographic light activate, displaying hologram menus and programs for the guests to peruse. There's plenty of plush and comfortable seating, chairs, and even private alcoves and rooms for any attendee to make their way into. Madame Redd runs a high-class establishment, that's catered toward any taste one can imagine.

At the front and center is a stage where a virtual singer with teal hair sings original songs and takes requests, providing vintage and modern tunes. As she sings, she dedicates her music to her fans and it's almost like her likeness shifts. She's the perfect idol, able to become the exact person you admire and love down to their appearance and voice. Even their mannerisms are the same and their songs draw you in, like a siren, making you want to devote yourself to your idol.

The Libations
The Bar is one of the few places that is brightly lit. Spotlights shine on the liquor shelves, showing off a wide array of spirits ranging from common and popular favorites to rare bottles that probably cost more than what the average salary is in the city. Be careful, but feel free to peruse the menu.

— Menu —

SONIC BOOM. Makes your hearing better, like you could hear secrets shared across the room. A fat-washed bourbon old-fashioned

THIRD RAIL. An electric lemonade that fills the drinker with the feeling that they need to yammer on incessantly. Like lightning on the tongue

LET'S DO THE MIND WARP AGAIN. A spicy tequila drink, it makes you more perceptive of the emotions of others to the point that you can get a sense of them empathically.

FATHER WINTER. Makes the area around you drop several degrees, to the point that glasses are frosted. A boozy mint hot chocolate.

VAMPIRE'S KISS. Makes consumers want to drink blood, and tastes of red fruit juices (and alcohol) (real fangs not included, but the drink comes with a pair of plastic fangs)

MOTHER EARTH. A red sangria that makes you feel like you're basking in a too-warm summer's sun.. It also makes you feel more impulsive and violent. Oops!

BURN DOWN FOR WHAT. Like having a redbull and a Celsius at once. Hyper enough that you might feel like you're moving faster than everyone else — and you might be! Several liquors topped off with LILITH-brand energy drink, served on fire with a high-proof float.

RIFT CORRUPTION. they SAY drinking could affect you in any number of random ways – truly dangerous! Really, it’s a virgin mocktail.

BEE POSITIVE. Will be able to communicate telepathically with other people who'd drank the same drink, a honey and gin concoction.

PLANTS DOWN. The aphro one, made with smuggled pollen. It’s a sweet and fruity drink that makes you think about lying down and having fun on the beach.

GILTTER. A drink with iridescent shades of purple, blue, and green. The bartender may challenge you to a round of dice to pay for drinks for everyone at the bar before serving.

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The menu contains some surprises

High Stakes Games
At some of the tables, you can put down your bets and play a round of cards or throw some dice. The stakes vary at each table, with some betting cash fortunes and others are more creative. At certain tables, people play for the thrill. They make dares that losers have to carry out and invite everyone to take a bit of risk. Some of these tables have clear shots lined up in simple glasses. After each loss, losers have to take shots, and while this might seem like a mere drinking game, it's more complicated. The shots have a sharp, tingly taste and a strong burn when it goes down. Not long after consumption, the loser will temporarily lose a sense.

However, it is not limited to the traditional five senses. You might also lose more metaphorical senses. You're playing a drink roulette and there's no telling what you might lose.

• Traditional senses: Touch, taste, sight, hearing, smell
• Perceptual senses: Balance, pain, space (spatial awareness), time
• Abstract senses: Humor, justice, duty, honor, belonging, purpose, urgency, direction, judgment (common sense)

Effects can stack, so playing too long could be disastrous. Fortunately, the effects are also temporary and will usually wear off after a short amount of time. Every person is different so it depends on each person. Still, a lot can happen in a short period of time, and this is a dangerous environment to be vulnerable in, so it's best to drink responsibly.

The Back of the House
In contrast to the shiny, chromed-out and minimalist curves and neon lights up in the club and VIP section, the back of house or the alleyway and loading docks behind Madame Red’s club is darker, betraying the seedier underbelly of her establishment. Outsiders who feel uncomfortable in their skin on the best of days, and even worse when asked to polish up for an event can still make it in.

However, if Outsiders go that route, they will be informed that they’ll also need to keep their eyes and ears peeled in case of danger. Madame Redd has been helping with the rumors of this legendary missing Muramasa for months, and people are very interested in it. She’s not certain that there might be an attempt to steal it, but she is concerned, so Outsiders will need to listen in on conversations as they serve or act as security. However, if you’re acting as security, you’ll be required to wear a fox mask, to remain anonymous to everyone.

And in fact, while some members of the party are busy playing the game on the floor, the Outsiders helping out with the back of house will start to hear rumors from some of the rougher-looking staff members. From the rumors, they’ll discover that some of the staff corridors are being used by certain entities to get closer to the treasure being auctioned off tonight. After all, some elements want to keep the mystique, and what’s more exciting than a recently recovered ancient sword, than if it goes disappearing. So several of Neo-Tokyo’s crime syndicates are vying to steal it. Outsiders can choose to pit them against one another, redirect them using their positions as staff, coordinate with their fellow outsiders in the party proper, or even just straight up fight them! Anything goes, but Madame Redd’s directive was clear: This should not impact the Auction itself. No bringing the fight to the main floor!

THE AUCTION

The Auction
And what a main floor! The organizers clearly have gone all out for this special art auction – there’s holographic displays of everything from paintings to jewelry to the swords themselves, each identifiable with an ocular implant stating the object name, providence, and current bid. Much of the bidding is happening anonymously, but there are signs amongst the crowds on the floor of who might be attempting to outbid who. Outsiders are, of course, welcome to bet their Kryptos on just about anything under the sun, though the rarer and finer the object the more likely they are to be outbid. But there are some small art pieces that are feasible for Outsiders to win, should they choose to try.

• Finely crafted silver bracelet with a heart charm from maker “Theophania”
• A corner of Van Gogh’s “Scream” - something’s off about that
• A certificate of ownership for a digital png of… you’re not sure, a monkey? Or is it a grape with a bored expression? Someone tells you that you can use it as an ‘icon’. (People have not used digital icons in at least 100 years)
• “Girl with A Pearl Earring” – closer inspection reveals that the pearl is a red and white orb from a popular children’s cartoon from the beginning of the millennium, but did you look that closely at it before you won?
• Colorful folder with a wild cat design, comes with a set of matching stickers
• A hand crafted statue of a woman in a compromising pose and very little clothing. She looks heavily stylized and more like an animated piece
• A glass rose
• A nice lacquered box with a real pearl inlay of a nice ocean-related design
• A pair of thick plastic shoes in something called ‘sport mode’
• A painting with rectangles of color
• Three smaller tantos (one listing for each)

Time for a Bidding War!

When someone wins an object (ten minutes go by without any bids), the staff will bring the individual into the back room where the real items are – proudly displayed and very securely guarded. No one is taking any chances. Well, there is one object that seems to be gaining a lot of attention, including significant press in the lead-up to the auction itself.

The one item not tucked away is the one that several Outsiders have been checking in on: Muramasa, Aventurine, and Silco, namely. It’s in the center of the main auction area, with appropriate mood lighting giving the blade a dangerous glow. A pressure-sensitive railing surrounds it, and if any Outsider so much as touches it, they and anyone around them will be ushered into a small room to be grilled by security. Yes, even if you accidentally did it. Getting out of questioning proves to be a time-intensive process, especially if you’ve indulged in any of the unsavory options of the evening.

Good luck!

The Heist Begins! (And where did Asaboo go??)
The highlight of the night is the betting war over the star of the show – the genuine “reclaimed” Muramasa sword, perfect and pristine. Madame Redd stands next to it as she tells the story of how it was found and brought to her by a secret faction within LILITH, as evidenced by Asaboo guarding it as well. She adjusts her fox-fur stole and expresses that it’s a great honor for her to present it tonight to auction to the highest bidder, someone who truly appreciates art, and history. The bidding commences, with several clearly Yakuza types offering increasingly large sums for the item.

That is, until a woman stands and offers an exorbitant amount, with a striped stole around her neck, her tone is laid back and belligerent. Madame Redd hisses out a soft oath to any outsiders who are nearby, but the woman laughs when one of the bidders folds, and she offers him a loan to keep going, if he’d like. A few escalations later, however, and the sword is indeed taken by the notoriously wealthy loan shark and arts dealer (and Madame Redd’s ex) Tammy Nook.

As the auction concludes, it’s time to indulge in the rest of the night's festivities – except the power flickers – and as the lights lift again, the sword is missing – along with Asaboo, who wouldn’t let go of it. Everyone will have to track down the thieves, since they can’t have gotten far, right? As Outsiders start spreading out to find the thieves, they’ll encounter new security that hadn’t been there before: humanoid machines that shift and jerk...until they project holograms of other Outsiders over their bodies. They’ll have to determine friend from foe, as those uploaded identities are now a danger, and they’ll have to fight their way through these false outsiders to try and keep chasing after the thieves! Someone had better save the sword (and Asaboo!) so it's time to fight your way through!

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[zauneyete]

Ask them here if you have them!

[harboredfeelings]

Closes my eyes.


So working security in the backrooms. Would it be frowned upon to say, take advantage of the vampire booze and drink a few goons dry or otherwise unalive them?

AUCTION ITEMS

[zauneyete]

To bid for an item, leave a comment; characters can try to outbid each other. Please keep the amount of kryptos for these reasonable, but also feel free to engage in bidding wars! We included an example below for ease of understanding! Bidding will conclude on: 09/30.

EXAMPLE ITEM

[zauneyete]

[ oh it's so shiny! ]

SILVER BRACELET

[zauneyete]

[ Finely crafted silver bracelet with a heart charm from maker “Theophania” ]

VAN GOGH'S SCREAM (or a corner of it)

[zauneyete]

[ A corner of Van Gogh’s “Scream” - something’s off about that ]

A CERTIFICATE OF OWNERSHIP

[zauneyete]

[ A certificate of ownership for a digital png of… you’re not sure, a monkey? Or is it a grape with a bored expression? Someone tells you that you can use it as an ‘icon’. (People have not used digital icons in at least 100 years) ]

GIRL WITH A PEARL EARRING

[zauneyete]

[ “Girl with A Pearl Earring” – closer inspection reveals that the pearl is a red and white orb from a popular children’s cartoon from the beginning of the millennia, but did you look that closely at it before you won? ]

SICK FOLDER

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[ Colorful folder with a wild cat design, comes with a set of matching stickers ]

A TASTEFUL STATUETTE

[zauneyete]

[ A hand crafted statue of a woman in a compromising pose and very little clothing. She looks heavily stylized and more like an animated piece ]

A GLASS ROSE

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[ It's a glass rose! How fancy! ]

A LACQUERED BOX

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[ A nice lacquered box with a real pearl inlay of a nice ocean-related design ]

THICK PLASTIC SHOES

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[ A pair of thick plastic shoes in something called ‘sport mode’ ]

A PAINTING

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[ A painting with rectangles of color ]

TANTO 1

[zauneyete]

[ A tanto crafted by a local craftsman from near the Kyoto LILITH base. Who could it be? ]

TANTO 2

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[ A tanto crafted by a local craftsman from near the Kyoto LILITH base. Who could it be? ]

TANTO 3

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[ A tanto crafted by a local craftsman from near the Kyoto LILITH base. Who could it be? ]

silco | arcane | brimstone

[zauneyete]

o1. The Sheer Gala of it all

[ Not really known for being more than a recluse on base who occasionally exits his well to insult other outsiders, seeing Silco be part of a lead on something is unusual at best. To be fair, he stands to make a lot of money off this sword, so maybe that's an appropriate amount of motivation to draw the man out and to help organize the event. He's even dressed to play along, complete with his own sheathed blade to complete the look, although his expression is a Silco classic scowl.

He certainly sticks to a strict routine around the main gala area. He occasionally makes his way towards the display where the sword is, as if his unblinking eye is going to offer additional security for the sword on display. He keeps his hands behind his back, and his eyes occasionally dart away in a long sweep. If you end up in security after hitting the alarm, Silco might even be the one to come by and question you — bail you out? Don't be ridiculous, he isn't that nice!

Otherwise, he can be found hovering at the bar, though he clearly only drinks from the top shelf, and none of the cocktails are in his hand. He also doesn't pay for any of it. Go figure. You think Silco is going to drink those? Absolutely not, but given his reputation, it's quite likely he sourced the materials the bartenders used to concoct them. He'll even twitch his lips if someone questions what's in them, and blow a puff of smoke from his cigar into the air, before he leans over, and confides: ] You can find a great number of things on the black market, you know. Just don't ask about preservation.

[ After all, some of them seem to be themed around kaiju older than a year...

You already drank one of them, didn't you?

Or if you ask about the "Rift Corruption" drink's effects, Silco will bark out a soft laugh, and with a little mockery in his voice, say: ] That one isn't as formidable as it's advertised to be. Sometimes, all the bluster is for nothing.

[ damn bud let it go... ]

o2. A Heisty Exit

[ The problem with the entrance fee hadn't manifested until near the end of the night — not that Silco paid it, or anyone who works for him, mind — but as soon as the lights brighten, and the Muramasa (And Asaboo) is gone, he's already barking low orders to anyone he hired to start taking care of the issue. Some of them may be outsiders, but many of them are individuals from a local small-time gang as well.

But the "new" security is hostile to anyone who was here before — they shouldn't be — but as they start filtering through the crowd, wearing Outsider's faces, Silco slips his gun out from the holster in his coat, and levels it at... you!? You're not a robot, right?

However, they look like other outsiders, don't they? How can you tell the difference? ] Convince me.

[ Barring a few exceptions... uh. Good luck? ]

o3. Wildcard!

[ I'll be tagging around quite a bit, so feel free to link me your TL, or ping me on discord or at hundreds if you want a starter! Or just throw me what your character is doing if you're not TLing, and I'll roll with it! Since Silco's involved in the event, he'll be all over, even if he sticks to the sidelines a lot. ]

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[fursuit]

[ Well, since Silco’s not paying, then neither is Tezcatlipoca. Not that Silco has any say in this, of course, since as he’s being his usual dour self at the bar, a familiar hand reaches around and grabs his drink. Tezcatlipoca takes his sample with a grin as he slides in next to him, dressed for the occasion, naturally. ]

Mm. Not bad.

[ He sets the drink down again as he leans with his back to the bar to chat with Silco. ]

It’s always fifty-fifty with you. Either it’s good shit or it’s the worst swill I’ve ever tried. You’ve got diverse tastes.

[ And casually, he grabs one of the menus for the specials to read them over. Clearly, he’s just gotten to the event, so it’s Silco’s good luck that Tezcatlipoca had sought him out first, obviously. ]

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[vivisexual]

[Yugamu, despite asking to tag along for business reasons, seems to mostly just be enjoying himself. He hasn't really dressed up, but this might be the first time Silco's seen him in his usual clothes from home, so there's that. In any case, he is trotting over to Silco just to report in and definitely no other reasons.]

Mr. Silco, I wanted to report in, but first, can I see your hand for a moment?

Raidou Kuzunoha XIV | Devil Summoner | Everlight

[the_fourteenth]

[Raidou's come for only two reasons: to admire swords, and his boyfriend in a suit. This whole thing seems shady as hell. He's no narc, but he'd also rather just not be involved. Besides, it's not like he ever has much money. He has no plans to bid on anything, especially after paying the entrance fee. He doesn't even much like parties like this, where he's not the one running it and therefore has no choice but to socialize. Ack. At least he cleans up well!

You can find him in the following places:

[A. Being in a place like this sets off his detective instincts. He spends a lot of time around the periphery, observing. He goes off to check out the pièce de résistance, from a distance of course. If you've come in to do the same, Raidou will stop you with a polite hand to the shoulder if you're getting too close to it.]

I wouldn't get too close.

[B. Well he might as well get a drink while he's here. With a not-so-secret sweet tooth, Raidou opts for the Third Rail. If you're at the bar with him, and know him at all, well... you're gonna know fast that something is up.]

This is pretty good. I never had alcoholic lemonade. What are you getting?

[C. Even with a drink or two in him, Raidou is ready for a fight. He carries his hammerspace gloves wherever he goes, so he can toss them on and have a sword at the ready at a moment's notice. He draws it now, trying to make his way through the machine Outsiders by trying to watch their movements. The robot counterparts aren't as fluid as their humans, so he'll work on taking them out. And, in case you are the one that's had a few too many to fight, he'll come to your rescue as well.]

[D. Wildcard for anything else! Enjoying the music, pining for the tantos that are up for auction, or hovering behind wherever Yuji is.]

b.

[gorb]

( You know what Raidou needs? A not quite father figure coming to ooze along the bar, giving his drink a singular raised eyebrow. )

Are you old enough, Raidou-san? Not that I mind, I had a fake id too, but you don't seem like the kind of rule breaker. ( Is he just assuming he's a baby? Maybe. ) And no, I think I'll avoid those. I don't tend to experiment with my alcohol consumption.

senji muramasa; everlight.

[misclassed]

+ a hustle, not a scam

[ With the easy part of the job (accurately and perfectly recreating a sword that looks to be over seven hundred years old in a matter of weeks) done, Muramasa is here at the party as security, to help ensure that this job is done, and Aventurine gets his million kryptos worth. That's it.

What's more, he's security with a lot of clearance despite his apparent youthful age, having been given a pass with Redd through his connection to both Aventurine and Silco — and that clearance means he gets to flash the same kind of iron that's being bid on by the million. With his jacket thrown over his shoulders (because even if Aventurine managed to get him into a shirt for this, a man has limits), the very real sword at his side is a shadowy, dangerously familiar shape. The deadly steel and telltale hamon that is almost too similar to the bare sword on display next to Asaboo stays hidden inside, the smooth, lacquered sheath, but those who have seen him fight on missions with one know he can cut almost anything with a blade in hand. You'd think that such a weapon would be unwieldy in such a crowded space, and especially for an (apparent) youngster like Muramasa, but he moves through the crowds almost like a ghost, not once jostling anyone with the sword.

With other Outsiders present, security work isn't easy. They all have the benefit of being some of the more physically dangerous persons in the venue, but they're also some of the worst troublemakers. How some of you people got invitations, he'll never know, but he also doesn't care to ask. Instead he just focuses on making sure things run as smoothly as possible, hoping that the Nook woman Redd had spent more than one afternoon griping about really will pony up before the night is out so he can go home to his forge, and finally be done.

Throughout the evening, Muramasa might intervene when a fellow outsider strays too close to the sword, intercepting them before the alarms can go off with a vice grip on their arm as he steers them clear of a scene and the unfortunate experience of talking to Silco in the back room. Or he's explaining the artistic value of swords to rich visitors from afar (or, god forbid, his fellow outsiders), and what the hallmarks of a "genuine Muramasa" is, and how they know this sword is real (the hamon, the color of the steel, the tang, etc). And other times still, he's disappearing into the back of house to check on the other security measures or check in on the Outsiders disguised as the event's staff. But for the most part he looks bored and disinterested in the crime, money, and power at play.

Someone should bite and/or fight him. As a treat. ]

+ tant-oh no you don't

[ Though most of the items up for auction and within the Outsiders' price range are of dubious genuine nature and mostly genuinely sourced, the three knives up for bid from a "local craftsman from near the Kyoto LILITH base" are definitely real, and definitely shouldn't be up for sale, if the thunderous expression on Muramasa's face is anything to go by when he spots them out in the open.

The knives seem to almost be imitations of the main attraction, with similar curves and a wiggly, wave-like tempering pattern, though the steel is a brighter silver than the "antique" sword, and the. Still, it was handmade, and they all look sharp. The problem is, they're not just the craftsman's work. They're half the work of his students, proof of their first fully completed billets of forged iron, which Muramasa had then hammered and sharpened into knives, and they were never meant for sale. Some little ex-god emperor rat nabbed the boys' tanto to put them up for auction, deeming the student-quality steel to be enough to disguise the master craftsman quality shape and sharpening.

He is, for lack of a better term, pissed off. And there's no way in hell he's letting anyone go home with the knives if he can help it! Anyone Outsider that Muramasa catches either bidding or eyeing the knives will be swiftly cornered and given a furious, whispered warning. ]

Don't even think about it.

[ ... Tact is not his strong suite, but he's one of the few people allowed to bring steel into an auction, so maybe he ought to be listened to? ]

+ wildcard

[ go wild! i'll play along. you can also ping me in the unofficial discord or troikas. ]

oh yes he will

[fursuit]

[ Is Tezcatlipoca only here to be annoying? Based on what he's been bidding and bidding on, well. Yeah, that seems to be distinctly possible. Whether this is something Tezcatlipoca is serious about or is just one of his shitty whims is honestly hard to tell, which is fair enough reason for Muramasa to come corner him.

...Not that he seems surprised, though. He huffs out a laugh over his drink, and just for the hell of it, in goes another bid with a flicker of the device in his eye. Truly, who knows with this shitty god. ]

Think about what? You not gonna let me win a knife fair and square? Sheesh. Sore loser, much?

Leonardo Hamato | ROTTMNT | REVELATION

[makesascene]

Just A Ninja Thing - Gala

[Sometimes you just text your brother casually 'lol, you wanna go sneak into a gala', and it leads to actually doing said thing. Sure, they made a pit stop for some suits, but, it isn't the weirdest thing two giant turtles of a ninja variety of gotten up to. Just how they got in? Well, that remains a mystery. Be it Leo bluffing through security or an unmanned window. The two ninjas know how to sneak.

The suit is similar to one he's worn before. Be it on his human cloaked disguise. Something he doesn't wear around base often if at all. So, Leo considers it a decent enough cover to meander. He looks like he belongs but isn't flashy enough to draw attention.

Leo is trying to carry himself like he's older than seventeen, but anyone who can see in the dimly lit space can probably take a guess at what his age is. Though the drink he picked up at the bar muddies the waters vaguely.

He smiles at someone who catches his eye, raising his drink idly in greeting before he speaks.]

Planning on bidding on anything? I'm not sure where to start. [He can so sound like someone with money, watch this.]

Got any water - The Bar -cw: Underaged drinking

[Given the gala is a decadent affair, libations are not really a surprise. The whole thing reminds Leo what Big Mama would do for one of her shindigs. Something nice enough to lure in unsuspecting people with fat wallets, and a dark underbelly for those in the know.

Leo finds himself at the bar, mostly picking at any possible bar food as he people watches. He fiddles idly with a drink, at best taking a sip or two without much fanfare. He's not a drinker, but he can play pretend.

He grins a little at someone who joins him at the bar.]

You'd think they'd have a bit more to eat here, but, I guess they want people loose enough to start opening their wallets. Gotta feel relaxed if you're going to buy something extravagant.

1ish?

[soft_shelled]

[Sneaking in with Leo? Pretty fun, even if other Outsiders know his human cloak more than his brother's, he's still doing it. Also sticking close to Leo for as long as possible too.

He will totally fail at trying to look older than he is, so not even trying as to Leo asking others about bidding?]

You know no one's going to tell you what they're going to bid on, what if you'll bid against them?

[Not that Donnie is immune to bidding, one item totally caught his eye.]

yuta okkotsu | jujutsu kaisen | revelation

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01 ▸ SECURITY, PLEASE

[ When it comes to protecting his master's best interests, there is nothing Yuta won't do even if it goes well beyond what might be expected of him as a swordsmith's apprentice and so he's here as staff. Throughout the event, Yuta can be found playing the part of intimidating security uncannily well despite the fact he's one of two (apparent) teenagers among their ranks, probably owing to the katana on his hip—replacing the wakizashi that usually sits there which seems to be nowhere in sight, hidden safely away in his new hammerspace gloves as it is—and the blank, dead-eyed expression he wears that's normally reserved for battle. The suit he's wearing that makes him blend in with the unsavory elements perhaps a little too much and the usual awful cursed vibes he exudes further serve to enhance the illusion that he's right where he's meant to be in spite of his age.

As much as he doesn't actually particularly want to be here, he does the job that's expected of him; keeping an eye on things (especially the sword), dispensing information about the legend of Muramasa himself to anyone interested (rather than only talking about just swords like a certain other red-haired "teen" is doing), and running interference where he deems it necessary. Although Yuta's here for Muramasa first and foremost, he does what he can to look out for other Outsiders, more readily breaking the cold facade for them. Whether that's helping someone who lost their senses in the drink roulette, bailing someone out of an uncomfortable situation with the convenient excuse that security needs to talk to them, or keeping someone from getting too close to the sword before the alarm is set off, Yuta's there to jump in.

If you have tripped the alarm though... sorry, but he's going to have to keep the scary face on and escort you off to a backroom for interrogation. So please behave and don't get too close. ]

02 ▸ RUN?

[ Amidst the chaos of the hologram imposters, a little girl in a black summer dress with long white hair and unsettling red eyes has appeared seemingly out of nowhere, looking utterly unperturbed by the fighting that's erupted. If anything, there's something of a sinister smile lingering on her face as she serenely points at random people in the tumultuous crowd. Observe her for even a small moment and it will quickly become apparent that wherever she points, Yuta shows up in an instant to ruthlessly cut down whoever was pointed at without hesitation — or rather, whatever if the screeching of metal and the electric sparks that go flying every time he does it are anything to go by. Rika, in all her cloaked innocent-looking glory, seems to be picking out and targeting the disguised machines with pinpoint accuracy.

That is until she turns to pick their next target, eerie eyes catching and lingering on you. Her head tilts, smile widening, and then her hand is lifted. She appears to be... pointing right at you?

Uh-oh.

Yuta is already pivoting on the spot where he stands with a ruined machine at his feet, katana raising and gearing up to seamlessly move into his next brutally efficient attack as he faces the direction of the newly accused.

What will you do? Duck or try to get away? Strike before you can get struck? Plead your case? Look behind you? Think and decide fast. ]

03 ▸ GRAVE MISTAKE

[ Yuta has figured out through keen observation that the Rift Corruption drinks are the one safe option on the menu and so he's been ordering them throughout the night whenever he has the chance for a tiny break to the point where the bartender knows what to get him on sight. It's in the wake of the chaos, once things have died down, that Yuta goes to have another. Unfortunately, he's still distracted by the aftermath and he grabs what's set down while his attention is still elsewhere and chugs it without looking. The strong taste of red fruit and the burn in his throat that follow are what clue him in on the terrible mistake he just made. There are frantic apologies made for accidentally drinking someone else's drink and a hasty transfer of kryptos made, but he can't linger, drawn away to go deal with what had been distracting him in the first place.

By the time he returns to the bar to get the drink he originally meant to get, the effects have kicked in. More than that, he's warm—pale face tinged a red hue with it—when he's used to running cold and the droop of his eyes is heavier than normal, giving him a drowsy air when combined with the perpetual bruises under his eyes. While his drink is being made, he's turning to the nearest person with a casual comment. ]

Ah, your neck looks tasty... Isn't that weird?

[ And then he just giggles like that's a normal albeit slightly silly thing to say. Someone is turning out to be an extreme lightweight. ]

04 ▸ WILDCARD

( i'm down for anything, so go for it! also feel free to hit me up via the discord or gusts. )

grave mistake

[cranekin]

( It isn't the type of comment Tsurumaru expects to hear when he's waiting for his drink to be prepared. While most are opting for the mixed cocktails and special drinks, Tsurumaru is taking advantage of the luxury of the venue to try out some of the top shelf sake instead. It isn't every day he gets to try some of these regional brews and he's going to enjoy them while he has the chance.

He notes that Yuta seems to be tired and while he doesn't say anything, he makes a point to linger a little closer. Maybe he's feeling protective. He might not be a boy but he's still one of the younger Outsiders and Tsurumaru has always had a fondness for the youths.

Still, this isn't really what he expects at all and he blinks once, twice, and again. He reaches out to place a hand on Yuta's cheek,)

You look like you're having a good time. ( He'll see how warm he is. ) It's good to have fun, especially when you're young.

But... maybe you aren't used to this.

( Is someone a lightweight........ )

Jessica Alkirk | Lunar | Redemption

[mace_pray_love]

The Gala

[Why is Jessica here? She's not really sure. Maybe Madame Redd thought there should be a healer on standby in case things pop off. Yes, it's a seedy criminal auction, and she's an underage priestess, but she's been so good lately, working on building shrines, doesn't she deserve to take a break? It's an excuse to take the evening off and wear a fancy outfit, and she's taking it!

She's used her style upgrade to change her clothes into a floor length dress, which she's accessorized with a plastic flower hair clip from a carnival game.

Shivering a little as she walks around with bare arms, she decides to try the hot chocolate drink from the bar. It's so pleasantly warm, and the mint aftertaste is sweet and tingly. She takes a sip, and lets out a satisfied sigh; her breath is visible for a moment in the chilled air around her.

Jessica stops by the stage for a while, listening with rapt attention at the blue haired idol. To Jessica's ears, the song she sings has no lyrics other than a series of 'la la las', but it's the most beautiful sound she can recall. She wipes a hand over her eyes before she moves on.

Finally, she meanders past the game tables, snorting softly.]

There's no way those aren't rigged. [She'll wish another Outsider luck if they want to try, but there's no way she's dumb enough to play any of them.]

The Auction

[Most of the bidding is too rich for Jessica's blood, especially with the recent expenses of setting up her shrines (even with a few very generous donations from other Outsiders). But that doesn't mean she can't look, right?

Her eyes linger the longest over the bracelet and the box, the prettiest objects to her eyes. She's a teenage girl, and she likes shiny things. The ocean themed box makes her think of her seaside hometown.

Tearing her eyes away, she moves on to the piece of honor, the sword everyone's been talking about. She gets momentarily distracted, waving to Asaboo, but then she looks at the weapon in earnest, and her eyebrows wrinkle up.]

Is that it?

[It... just looks like a sword. A nice sword, she guesses, if you like that sort of thing. Maybe Kyle or Alex would be drooling over it, if they were here. But just a sword.]

Huh. [Well, maybe some people just have more silver than they know what to do with.]

The Heist

[She doesn't really care about the sword, no offense Mr. Muramasa. But Asaboo is gone, and she cares VERY MUCH about her little rabbit robot friend. So despite not being on the security team, she's charging in to help. She didn't come in with her weapon, so she quickly looks around and settles on a chair. Lifting it up and smashing it down, she breaks off a heavy hunk of chair leg to arm herself with.]

Where'd those thieves go? They're gonna regret this!

the auction.

[misclassed]

[ Overhearing Jessica's unsaid impression in her tone, the "security" standing nearby, equipped with his own sword and a haphazardly thrown on jacket, leans in and drops his voice low. ]

Don't you know you know how hard it is to find a genuine Muramasa these days? There's practically none left, not in condition this good.

[ lol... He knows his swords are rare to the people of this world... and that to the Outsiders, they're as common as dirt. Masterfully made, yes, but too cheap, and the maker too willing to sell for nothing more than snack money. And if he's honest, the bidding prices going around (already hitting eight million kryptos at this point in the night!) are way more than he'd ever consider reasonable too. People aren't buying the work, and he knows it -- they want to own a piece of Muramasa's legend, his name, something to show off.

It's for all the wrong reasons, but this kind of hubbub is what Aventurine wanted when he originally ordered the sword at the end of spring. ]