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Oꜰꜰ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ Rᴀᴄᴇs
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| Oꜰꜰ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ Rᴀᴄᴇs It's time for a bit of indulgence in a place where anything goes, and time is made for wasting. It's off to the races with cases of Corellian chasers and your credits ready to be spent. Rᴀᴄᴇs: Maybe the prize money is calling your name, maybe you're in it for the glory, the fame or the adrenaline rush. Maybe racing is just too deep in your blood to resist. Whatever dragged you into the race or convinced you to join, don't let the rush of speed fool you into a state of relaxation. From the freighters to the fighters, this race is bound to become a cut-throat affair, and it may be about surviving as much as it is about winning. Tɪᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ Bʀᴀᴡʟ: Who shoots first? You shoot first? I shoot first? This place is a powder keg set to blow and all it takes is a wrong step, look or move and the fighting kicks off. Either start throwing your punches, get out your blaster, or find someone to help have your back. It's never easy to tell whose on whose side in a mess like this, and you just might find at the end of the fight that you paired off with the enemy. Maybe you're not so different after all. Or maybe it's time for round two. Gᴀᴍʙʟɪɴɢ: What better use of your credits than games of chance. Bet on the races, bet on the games, bet on who makes it through the night and who is going to end up with a few smoking holes added to their bodies. Whatever you bet on, check your odds and your luck and get ready to lose it all, win big, or run for your life. Someone is going to lose, and very few take to that loss with any kind of grace. Bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʟ: Not everyone gets their kicks on credits and tricks, and there's always something nice to look at when alcohol and gambling is involved. The pleasures of the depraved intermixing in a melting pot of indulgence the likes of which could make a Sleemo blush. No matter which of the many genders, species, or cravings are calling your name, there's sure to be something to satisfy you in the brothel. Sᴘᴇᴄᴛᴀᴛᴏʀ: You're on the sidelines. Just here to watch or lost in the confusion. Whether you meant to be here or this is just where you wound up, there's plenty to see. Watch the races, the fights, the Sabacc games, the gambling, the drunken brawls. Just don't expect to be able to keep to the sidelines for long. Bʟᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ Iɴ: These aren't the droids you're looking for. Trying to lay low or avoid being seen? What better place to hide than in a crowd of disreputable intent. Of course, if you're recognized things are less likely to go well. Everyone here could do with a few extra credits, and if they hand you over they just might get that, or their lives spared, or any manner of other things. It's hard to tell who might be a spy or sympathizer for what side, so it would be a good idea to really keep that head down and out of trouble. Oooh. Did you just step on that guys tail? Bad luck, friend. Leave a starter or several on this post and tag around. No blank comments, please. |