Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Carthrat]

Carthrat runs a surrepitous scan on the robot, pondering the outcome interestedly..

[Anastasia]

*Beeeeeeeeeep! The resident force fields are designed to prevent scanning and other intrusions. Analysis impossible currently.*

The battle goes on, with the robot striking a knock out with a vicious hand strike to the kidney. Men cheer and jeer as money as fortune comes and goes between the masses.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat ponders either entering or betting on these fights, he figures he has a good chance of coming out on top either way..

Leaving the combat bit, he starts inspecting the non-gambling areas of the place.

[Anastasia]

Of the non staff areas available, most of them are taken up by hotel rooms and suites, with the richest few having sublevels dedicated to them. As you get away from the glare and color of the gaudy gambling area, a more natural, metallic scheme emerges. That's fairly typical of places like this.

There are a smattering of restaurants, strip/sex clubs, shops and even a few churches of the more popular galactic religions in a 'Town Enclave', off in the West Wing of the complex. This seems to be where basic supplies can be purchased, albeit at inflated prices.

[Carthrat]

Stretching, Carthrat heads back to the gambling area, looking over a few games of poker and blackjack, using his trained eyes to try spotting out cheats and scam artists.. there's always a few.

[Anastasia]

The blackjack area is rather minimal, but the power area is large. A Earth version, Texas Hold'em, seems to be the rage, with several players going at it.

One human, with a long sleeved shirt, seems to be very discreetly doing the ol' swicheroo with his two down cards...

[Carthrat]

Carthrat idly wanders past, then trips over his own feet, bumping the human in such a way to make his wrists slip.

Maybe it was a stupid, attention-seeking act, but Carthrat was just the sort of guy who threw oil onto a fire to see what would happen.

[Anastasia]

You stumble to the ground, while the human has a small storm of cards fly out of his sleeves. By the time you're up, two big, black painted robots have the cheater and are escorting him away, ignoring his frantic pleas while his chips are being spread out to the other players by the dealer bot.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat gives a low whistle.

Getting caught wasn't a clever act, no sir.

His time done, he heads on back to his little room...

[Anastasia]

When you unlock the door and drag yourself in, Rachel is snoring softly on the couch, asleep. She stirs briefly... " 'at yo', rat?" she murmurs sleeply.

[Carthrat]

"Yeah, yeah.. you know, you could've taken the bed," says Carthrat, flopping down on it himself.

[Anastasia]

She mumbles something unintelliable, before sitting up and wiping her eyes. "So, how did things go," she asks around a yawn.

[Carthrat]

"It's a fairly typical place," replies Carthrat, shrugging. "One guy got busted cheating and got hauled away by a couple security 'bots. God knows where he'll end up."

[Anastasia]

Rachel shivers. "Not anywhere good. On another note, did you have any luck or ideas regarding income?"

[Carthrat]

"Yeah, there's a combat pit," replies Carthrat. "If I ain't a good judge of combat skill, who is?"