As soon as Vegas was coherent enough to speak clearly, the Dapper Solo confirmed to the assembled group how he wanted to allocate his newly acquired 2000 eddies:

“1000 to the med tech to help get whatever medical supplies he needs for the good of the group. 500 for Casino to get whatever type of grenade or grenades my partner needs. 370 for the madpack reader so Blossom or whoever can figure out what secret Jeannette was hiding that cost my short-lived benefactress her life. That leaves me with 130, which is more than I had when I was being tortured somewhere in that compound that I was fortunate enough to escape with a little help from my friends.

“Speaking of friends, it would be nice to get a place with my partner Casino, that we could call home, when we are between jobs, as long as we don’t get killed in the process.

“Therefore, I cast my vote, for what it is worth, to make a run with Ghlahn’s gig, to pick up some quick cash, plus work out the kinks of our working together as a team, before we devote our attention to solving the mystery that the madpack reader can unlock, so I can avenge Jeannette’s death, with the help of anyone who wants to go and help me to balance the scales in her memory!”

Dok nodded in agreement to the Fey that what Thaoran had related and asked about the Goblins was indeed true.

As the Hill Dwarf Cleric of Helm cautiously surveyed the outer perimeter for any signs of approaching or lurking foes, he purposefully made a friendly motion to the Otter with his fingers and hands, to let it know that Dok considered himself to be an ally, who chose to be vigilant for the safety of the entire group, while his comrades received answers from Boris.

Dok was also praying quietly to his deity, while cautiously moving slowly along the outskirts of the perimeter, searching the area for any signs of anything out-of-the-ordinary, focusing his Dwarf vision on the surrounding terrain, ready to utilize his battle axe the moment there was any sign of danger lurking in the darkness.

Vegas received 2000 from Casino, so as according to the Post he is giving the medtech 1000 and the medtech can decide how best to spend it whether it supplies the truck or his personal carry of med supplies

370 goes for the madpack reader as Posted

500 goes to Casino for purchasing one or more grenades, depending upon the cost

That leaves Vegas with 130 from the 2000 he received for the gig from Casino, plus whatever else he already had

Ghlann's Gig is fine with Vegas for some'quick cash' before cracking the mystery of Jeannette's demise

Vegas could hear the conversations of his comrades, blended with a flood of memories from the songs and sounds of various clubs that the dapper solo had either visited or performed at; memories that were presently amalgamated with the sensations of the healing drugs that had been administered to the Frank Sinatra look-alike, to help him cope and recuperate from his recent trauma.

A Little Flavor

Vegas drifted in-and-out from his hallucinogenic haze, making decisions and determinations, while his consciousness flowed with the effects of the medical components pumping through his battered system.

He was aware of the 2000 credits that had been transferred to his agent by Casino, his share for the troubles he had engaged in to get the recent job done, as well as being aware of the immediate needs of his team members, that were necessary to acquire to be better prepared for the next gig.

Guardian needed med-gear and Vegas knew the importance by the first-hand experience of having vital healing meds handy in case of a crisis.

“I will pony up 1000 creds for you to be equipped with the necessary tools of your trade,” said the charismatic crooner, as he drifted in and out of consciousness.

Vegas was still drifting in the healing-induced delirium when Charlie returned with the news that the new asking price for the working madpack reader was now 370 eddies.

The dapper solo struggled to a seated position, raised his right hand, and decreed, “Sold to the Avenger of Jeannette!”

Vegas made it clear to anyone who would listen, that paying the price for the working madpack reader was a small price to pay for avenging the death of the woman who had sheltered and ministered to the wounds of the Frank Sinatra look-alike.

If no one else wanted to know the secrets that died with his unfortunate benefactress, Vegas was certain that the only reason he was now alive was tangled up in those yet-to-be-revealed secrets.

A bit later, Vegas drifted back into the conversation and pledged another 500 credits for Casino to spend on one or more grenades, which could potentially be used as payback for the misery that had been inflicted upon the mountain of a solo a short time ago.

That left Vegas with 130 credits from the 2000 credits that Casino had transferred to the dapper solo’s agent, which was 130 credits more than he had in his possession while trying to escape the corporate compound, where dormant nightmares had been rudely revived several days ago.

Vegas settled back down into the flow of the chemically-induced hallucinogenic haze, content that he had made some sober decisions that would benefit the entire team in the near future, as he began to croon a tune to no one in particular:

The song Vegas is singing

Dok watched and listened intently as Boris the Otter made his plea to be set free from his bonds, so his feet could feel the stability of the ground once more, rather than be left swinging in the late-night breeze.

The Hill Dwarf Clerric of Helm was ready to attack the Otter, if need be, or to defend the party against any other enemies that dared to reveal their presence from the surrounding darkness.

Besides, he was rather curious as to what Boris had to say about how he had gotten into his predicament; plus, if what the Otter had to say had any bearing upon the quest that had led Dok and his comrades from Botkinburg to the Blacktooth Ridge.

Vegas will be posting how he will share his money by late Wednesday night

EDIT: I had some unexpected delays this past weekend, so my apologies for not being able to Post already

Should be up by late Wednesday night

I have some idea of what Vegas will do, but it may take me until the weekend to enter a Post

Vegas will foot the bill for the 'Old Tech' because of the kindness of the woman who was killed probably saved his life!

Anyone else can help defray the cost, but Vegas has a vendetta!

Dok Stays Focused [will have to check if I actually updated a Post or not

EDIT: I did

Thank You Olan

As Vegas was passing into oblivion, the Dapper Solo was not sure if Casino had heard what he had said about a 'next waltz', or if the Frank Sinatra look-alike had only imagined himself making the statement to his long-time friend.

Grateful for the payment received into his agent, the Charismatic Crooner soon imagined himself on a stage, or perhaps it was merely a long-repressed or forgotten memory of more pleasant times, that slowly caressed his consciousness with a comfort that was worth enveloping the pain of his recent ordeal.

Soon, the barely discernable body tremors of the Charismatic Crooner gave way to the soothing hum of a faint song on his lips, that warbled from the depths of his bosom, along the swollen tunnel of his tortured throat:

https/www.youtube.com/watch?v=yOzEeJZ92X8

Dok positioned himself closer to the Otter, as Silver brandished her two rapiers and went on an offensive attack, instead of playing the moving target, as she had been doing mere moments before.

The Hill Dwarf Cleric of Helm renewed his focus on his Spiritual Weapon spell, making sure that it did not interfere with the attacks of his comrades, while he protected both Silver and the Otter from any possible or unexpected harm.

If Dok decides to wade into battle with his Battle Axe, will that negate his Spiritual Weapon spell from continuing?

Vegas nodded to his battle-weary compatriot and spoke to Casino as best as he could through the aftermath of the pain that wracked the Frank Sinatra look-alike's body:

"Thanks Pal," was his semi-weak reply. "If I don't make it through the next waltz ... then help yourself to whatever possessions I may have ... that make it through the fire that may consume me."

Vegas managed a weak wave of his hand towards his long-time friend, before finding a place of semi-solitude to sleep as deep a sleep as possible, in hopes of healing and restoring his battered body and psyche.

Occasionally, his body shook ever-so-slightly with nearly undectable tremors, as the Charismatic Crooner dreamed the dark dreams that strolled uninvited from the depths of his subconscious.

Dok continued to protect Silver by focusing his Spiritual Weapon against which ever Bug Bear was the greatest threat to Silver.

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Dok positioned himself at a better angle as he unleashed his Spiritual Weapon spell against the Bug Bear that was closest to Silver, concentrating his effort to focus on the danger closest to his companion, while readying himself to fight with his Battle Axe, if it became necessary!

It was his prayer that Silver would find a way to free the Otter, while he provided the means to give her the time to get the job done!

I just do not have the time to devote to another game at the present time!

Vegas was daydreaming about possible upgrades that were probably well out-of-reach from his price range, when a thought occured to the Dapper Solo.

Turning to his partner, Casino, the Frank Sinatra look-alike asked, "Hey Pal ... did I get out of this scrape with any Gig Money ... or just with My Life?"

(((OOC: Brom brought this to my attention from a question that I PMed him about; so, if Tann does not quite understand what I am referring to, then he can ask Brom about it)))

I am Active in 2 Games >>>>> Flesh & Blood Game and Blacktooth Ridge

Dok warily moves within 20 feet to the left of the Otter as Silver cuts the ropes, keeping aware of any unexpected danger, while making sure that the Otter does not attack Silver, once it has been set free!

EDIT: Dok stands ready to unleash Spiritual Weapon if Silver is in danger!

Dok muttered a quick prayer to his deity, as soon as he realized that Silver was attempting to rescue the Otter!

The Hill Dwarf Cleric made a quick decision in response to Silver making a 'mad dash' for the Otter!

Dok slowly made his way another 20 feet towards the Otter, judging that a 30 foot distance would allow him to help protect Silver (((OOC: with a Spiritual Weapon spell if absolutely necessary))) from any unforeseen complications, while affording the Cleric of Helm ample opportunity to scout the surrounding area, in case there were surprise attacks launched from any direction by unexpected or unseen foes!

“I’m glad no one got dead or wounded these past few hours,” Luther slicks his hair back with his left hand and drops his hat on the counter. “I’m sure we’re all curious about Casino’s dinner date and then Vegas has an idea on how we can make our next payroll. Casino?

Vegas tips his fedora in acknowledgement to his friend, as Casino began to share about his dinner date.

Vegas seemed to be lost in thought as he absorbed what his long-time partner Casino was, and apparently was not, revealing to the gathered group.

The Crooner drifted back in recent memory, carried aloft by the medications administered by Guardian, coupled with the friendly tones of Casino that brought forth from the shadows various snippets of remembrances from their sometimes-rocky partnership over the years.

Then all-too abruptly it was the Frank Sinatra look-alike’s turn to share with the assorted cohorts the possibility of a rather unexpected opportunity to line their own coffers, while avenging the death of an angel-of-mercy who had come to the Dapper Solo’s aid in one of his most recent darkest hours.

As if he were re-living a dream, Luke began sharing how it had been a rather dicey situation escaping from the compound, thanking Blossom and Cipher for their in-the-nick-of-time-cavalry rescue, by planting false tags in his agent that identified the Crooner as an MMA boxer.

Compound security was a bit suspicious of Vegas, especially with all of his bruises and disoriented demeanor the longer they grilled him, but when the Crooner offered to fight the two biggest security persons to prove his identify, the security patrol sized him up and decided it was not worth the trouble of beating up, or getting beat up, and possibly losing their jobs over a trumped-up assault charge.

Vegas was a bit vague as to how he was able to extricate himself from the compound without being apprehended again by his captors, but he just waved his hand towards his companions who had arrived in the proverbial nick-of-time to bring the Crooner back to Charlie’s hideaway headquarters.

(((OOC: Brom feel free to fill in the blanks here for an adequate explanation!)))

Vegas relates to the group how he managed to escape his captors, regain his belongings and make his escape from the torture chamber. Then, in hushed tones, he told about his angel-of-mercy named Jeanette, who had taken him into her apartment, tended to his wounds and provided the Crooner a semblance of sanctuary, before she was brutally murdered.

Vegas emphasized that Jeanette had not divulged that she was harboring a fugitive, nor had she apparently not revealed the whereabouts of what her tormentor was seeking to beat out of her, before succumbing to his violent rage.

“I did not get a good look at him,” said Vegas, as he literally spat out the words in disgust, “but I did manage to retrieve a glove that he left behind at the scene of the crime. I am hoping someone can lift a print or get a DNA sample to identify the scum, so I can repay him in spades for his dastardly deed, along with all the other rats who are involved with that Rogue Sec Team that Ghlann shot up!”

(((OOC: Vegas produces the glove that is wrapped in a plastic bag and offers it to whoever is inclined to help discover the identity of the brute who violated Jeanette and make him pay!)))

Vegas then explains that Jeanette was a chemist, leaving out the details of her rather large collection of sex toys, as a rather awkward decision by the Crooner to respect his dead angel-of-mercy.

“Jeanette was killed because she had something of value,” explained Vegas as his eyes flared at the remembrance of the grisly murder. “I found what that brute was looking for, hidden in her Old Cybe right eyeball. It is a microdisk, but it is some kind of old technology that requires a particular kind of player to read it, that is so old that I have not been able to remember what kind of player is needed to read this microdisk, because there is no modern technology that can!”

Vegas gingerly produces the microdisk, as though he were holding a valuable part of Jeanette’s very essence, offering it to Blossom, in hopes that the blonde Asian can shed some light on the mystery that he has been concealing, like a precious personal memory.

“This could be a payday!” exclaimed the Crooner in a hushed excitement, coupled with increasing anticipation, that Vegas could no longer contain.

“And I Hope We Can Rain On Somebody’s Parade!”

Apparently all my previous Word Document posts for Vegas that I have wriiten is corrupted and unable to open, so I will do what I can to cobble something together to help get the game moved along

Had some unexpected delays but I will begin working on writing my Post for Vegas later tonight