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(GM Post) Late November, Early December, 2024 Atlantis Casino The sights and sounds of Atlantis were going. It had always struggled on the Boardwalk; it attempting to portray itself as a blistering summer paradise when it was in New Jersey was constantly a source of trouble. They had to spend a lot of money, especially in Winter, to keep the temperature in the building at the climate of a tropical vacation. They had to import sand, exotic plants, have fire dancers and hula parties, all things that were simply extremely expensive when it was freezing cold and snowy out in New Jersey, and it meant people staying often had to bring two sets of clothes, one for outside and one for the casino, or be miserable in one environment or the other. It would, ideally, be used to corral people into staying specifically in the Casino, but given that it was Freedom City, the City of Tomorrow, that wasn't something that was reasonable most of the time. But they were running a special promotion now. A treasure hunt for 1 million dollars; claiming for it to be the treasure of the cursed Captain Carver, the deadliest pirate Freedom City ever saw- existence unverified-. That it had been hidden somewhere in the Casino, and all one had to do was follow the clues and solve the puzzles, and they could inherit the treasure of Captain Carver. It was a type of promotion that casino's often ran, usually resulting in more visitors. And more visitors were coming to visit Atlantis, hoping to find Captain Carver's treasure and finding the fun in the paradoxical tropical paradise casino in the middle of freezing New Jersey. It was one fine day in Atlantis, the air filled with tropical music; waiters in hula skirts and coconut bikinis delivered drinks in tiki containers. There was sand scattered across the 3rd floor's slot area, with visitors forgoing their shoes to wander on the sandy 'beach', filled with slot machines. Then the rumble started. Quiet at first, low and slow. People didn't notice. Especially as someone had just gotten a massive jackpot, and the dancers and lights and sounds were going wild. But then it got too large to ignore, strong enough that people were shaken entirely off their feet, falling to the ground. The elevator opened, and a flood of water poured out of it, soaking into the sand, frying the jackpots. Riding the waters was a ghostly pirate; pale, wrapped in seaweed, swinging a cutlass. "YO HO! I BE CAPTAIN CARVER, AND I NOT BE LETTING ANYONE ELSE BE HAVING MY TREASURE!!!!" ----------------------------- One Week Later Lulu Beaumont and Niki Dee have both been hired, requested, and paid well to come and visit Atlantis; to try and come to understand why there was a haunting going on at Atlantis. They had been invited to a meeting in a beautifully decorated office; filled with tiki masks and other culture artifacts, and fish swimming in a tropical tank. The chairs were comfortable, but for the moment, the desk was empty, waiting for the person they were supposed to meet.

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