Riot

Like your suite, this place is absolutely dripping with greenery and real birds fly from vine to vine.

Deco drones fly overhead, playing music, doling out compliments and contributing to the neon mood lighting.

Yes, but also surveying, recording and reporting every detail to the floor manager and emcee

Harley high stakes, and despite your intel, Harley is a she.

And above it all, suspended and rotating on some invisible platform floats the fabled Wheel of Fortune.

On each segment of the wheel, an image of one of the archetypes glows and casts a soft neon light on the gamblers and revelers below.

It's a large room.

It's full of people.

They look absolutely exceptional, both android and human alike.

The stench of wealth is all around you, as is the stench of hedonism.

Yeah, the floor is yours.

There are certainly not expected to be a lot of common folk here, but not necessarily all royals.

Just people who would have business getting an invitation to such an important event.

So there's probably some important cogs here who are like romancing some royal investors with their latest ideas for a technological marvel.

But basically anybody who's here like is somebody.

Who's who.

Why doesn't everybody give me a perception roll?

Oh, damn.

Let's start with you, Celestine.

What is it that you're in particular looking for?