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user get.locale = "Club Event Horizon"

Lights flared brilliantly, insync with the rhythmic thundering of hard hitting bass and at times, with the rapid crescendos of electronic beats thumping through ridiculously sized arrays of speakers. A bit old fashioned, and some would call it analog, but Event Horizon was popular for that very reason. It was more of a rustic club scene, lacking many of the newer amenities the competition employed. There we no holographics, no automated drink machines and definitely no seamless musical projection systems. No, here the partygoers enjoyed seeing the subwoofers hammering outwards so loudly that it resonated within their bones. Here, things had a feel of realness that was substantially lacking in today's world. It was a venture that had turned out quite successful, that much was evident by the sea of silhouetted bodies dotted with their neon accessories and dyes. Above them strobes flashed and lasers skittered across the floor in dazzling patterns. It was one of Chiue's favorite scenes in Night City. Though, she wasn't particularly picky with her clubs, being a woman of many tastes. The music here however, was definitely what she was feeling tonight. 

She moved along with the others, though she had given up grinding amidst the sea of sweat and wandering hands to take center stage on a small, raised rotunda. She moved fluidly in a black dress, perfectly accented with nearly transparent white to tease and tempt in strategic areas. The bracelets on her arms and ankles moved with her, leaving radiant trails of color when she dipped and swung her limbs around quickly. A set of bars ringed her platform, though they too were strobes and pulsed in rhythm to the music, periodically revealing the full visage  of the woman within. Chiue had attracted a crowd around her, who whistled and catcalled out to her. She barely heard them, but the attention set her blood on fire.

She had come nearly and hour earlier, deciding this was the perfect way to wind down a day of hard work—Of hard, rewarding work. Her new employers hadn't said anything in particular about her doing work on the side. At least, not yet. But that was a matter for another time. Successfully shattering her way through ParaCiti's defenses, a subcontractor to a larger and more important company, meant tonight was all about blowing some of that hard earned cred. 

Chiue let her eyes crack open as the atmosphere in the club changed to a slower, more melodic pace. She changed her style from a wild, chaotic pattern of practised dancing to a slower, sinuous style. She drew her hands along herself, drawing attention to certain aspects of her body in a rather teasing manner. She caught the eyes of a fine looking gentleman as she moved and swayed about. She let the hint of a smile play at the edges of her lips as she spun away, turning herself to a different audience. A quick glance over her shoulder revealed the same, cocky smirk and twinkling eyes. She played this subtle game for awhile longer, until the song began to drag on far longer than Chiue's interest could be maintained in such a slow beat. She stepped down from her rotunda, which was immediately replaced by a bouncy blonde bombshell wearing floss for clothes, or damn near close to it. Chiue eyed her anyways as the blonde ascended the short set of stairs, and smiled appreciatively.

She was contemplating a few adult themes revolving around her and the bombshell when a light tap on her shoulder caught her attention. It was the pretty boy before, same smirk, same glittering blue eyes. Chiue eyed him up and down; He wore a pair of well pressed pants, slashed with ribbons of glowing color and a vest that matched. She decided that beneath his rather bland, white button-up that he must have been hiding a set of abs. He was well built, and well groomed for a man in this club of pixies and rockers. They didn't say anything to each other, it was likely neither of them could properly hear anyways. Chiue flashed a smile instead, batting her lashes and moved to walk past him—Except, as she did so she let her hand trail slowly along the line of his jaw. A blind man could have read that signal, and dutifully pretty-boy followed.   

Chiue led him to one of the serving bars at each side of the club, where the intense music was far less concentrated. A moment later the guy tailing her rounded the short planter that ran the length of the bar area, separated in places only so that people could pass through. Chiue pretended to focus on the plants inside the divider, which weren't really plants at all, but some weird glass sculpted pieces that looked like leafless branches pulsing with a dull red-orange color. 

"This club is Massive yea?" He said, taking a seat immediately next to Chiue, "Names Raze."

Chiue smiled vixenly. "Chiue, a pleasure," She said, extending her hand in a ladylike manner. He returned her grin and kissed her hand. He wasn't as refined as that suit, but Chiue figured she'd roll with it.

"Get'cha a drink?" He asked, adjusting his vest needlessly.

"Neon Snail, Blue."

"Ah, I'm particular to the green one m'self," He said with a nod, waving the bartender over. A moment later they each had an effervescent, neon drink in their hands; His green, hers blue, and each topped with a gummy, alcohol infused snail. 

They sat in silence for a few moments before Chiue spoke up, "Quite the charmer," she remarked playfully.

"Me? Nah," He deflected, "I ain't no good at seduction and stuff, but the worst you could do is use me for free drinks right?"

Chiue gave a complementary chuckle, "A realist, I like that." Her comment served to make him blush, and probably set him off guard a bit.    

"So, ah.. What's Chiue mean?" He asked, fumbling for conversation. Chiue decided his awkwardness was rather adorable.

"Beautiful Lily."

"Wow, really?"

"No," Chiue laughed, earning herself another blush. "Are you going to ask me my favorite color too?" She teased.	

"Er.. No, how about a refill?" He asked, signaling to her diminished drink. Chiue nodded in acceptance, though not before plopping the candy snail into her mouth. It was tart, and bitter, but underneath all that there was a light sweetness. Whatever was in the snails, it made her feel a little fuzzy. She'd thought once it had been drugs, and even though she claimed to be done with that kind of scene, it wouldn't bother her if the snails were in fact, spiked. It's not like she was actively seeking what could, or could not be, inside them, so it didn't count.

"So," Raze started through sips of his drink, "W͡_͈a̹t͜ ̦b͐t̘y̜n̛g̱z̋ ̿o̮u̦e̜ ̲rͩ-̂u̅ṫ ͨt͑xͅn͑iͮu̥șd͆t̞h̦?" Chiue stared at him flatly, whatever he had said seemed to distort into.. well, complete gibberish. 

"What?" She asked, her heart fluttering in slight panic. 'It's not..' She thought, immediately pegging the interference as the white noise that haunted her. Had he drugged her? He had handled both of their drinks and this sort of interference wasn't typical of white noise. The motherfucker had spiked her!

Raze smiled affectionately, "O̹u̠ ̡s_̏e͂a͖d̀", w̨̼̣̖ͪt̤͊̇͊ ̢̺̭̿͌s̴̪̀ͫa̸ͪ͊̂…̯̙͑͢g͍̋̅ͬͅh̄̀ͪe͎̹r͒͂̉?"

An alert popped up on her optics, but everything went black far too quickly for her to read whatever it had been. She froze, daring not to move as the world became dark and muted.

"Go to the Red Warehouse, Now."

"What the fuck?" She asked, sort of, but the voice was gone. As quick as it had begun, it was over. The world returned, the music flooded her ears, and her date was gone.

"What the fuck..?" She breathed, her face contorted with confusion as she turned her attention back to the alert. It wasn't an alert at all in fact, it was a map location. Chiue checked the time, she wasn't that far but it was already well into late evening. 'I guess that's why it said now, huh,'She thought to herself. Whoever her mystery date had been had probably bugged her. That was the most reasonable explanation, chipping her with something internal would be one of the easier, if more complicated, methods of jacking her neuralware. It was harder to fight something inside of you. Still, she set diagnostics to run for the last half hour anyways.

Chiue got up to leave and bumped into another woman stumbling through the bar area. "Hey gorgeous," A pretty gal, with spiked, pink hair jutting for her head slurred at Chiue in what she probably thought was a flirty, sensual tone. Chiue shrugged her off, she had other things to do at the moment. Besides, obviously plastered chicks didn't interest her, in fact, it just kind of felt wrong to take them home. Chiue retrieved her black longcoat after appropriating the proper identification code, and  left the club. A short walk brought her to nondescript garage where she had parked earlier. A bit of a splurge, her car was a fancier high-life model, complete with autopilot. Since she ran most of her hardware through ACE, she wasn't too concerned about hijackers. 
 
She linked up with her vehicle and set the destination. She liked driving, quite a bit actually, but this whole scenario had her suspicious—And more importantly, curious. The only people who had really caught her off guard like that had been Biotechnica. Well, at least within the last two years or so. But, without any official handle she had nothing but guesses. So, if she couldn't figure out who had sent her, she could try to figure out who was expecting her.

Pulling up the diagnostics report really only told her what she had already assumed. She jacked-in to her deck and accessed the city grid. From there, she checked the location she had been commanded to go to. The best she could see at first glance was that there were cameras from another facility across the street. However, speeding through the recording didn't reveal much. The camera was too far away, and had absolute shit for resolution quality. Chiue grimaced, but, you couldn't really expect much from the dirty industrial types she surmised.

"We will arrive at your destination in three minutes," The automated navigator's voice announced.

Chiue sighed, there was nothing of interest from the video feeds. No armed squadrons, no supercops staking the area out. That must mean whoever had summoned her probably hadn't arrived yet. Which, in reality, was a smart idea. The car slowed and turned into the property. Chiue switched into manual mode just as the car was announcing it couldn't appropriate a designated parking area, cutting it off just before it could suggest she take over anyways.

Chiue parked right next to what she figured was the door into this place—She was nothing if not bold. She killed the engine and opened the door in practically the same instant. There was no need for archaic keys, Chiue's system operated remotely, bonded to her NIC (Net Identification Code) and protected by her ACE. The cool night air rustled her overcoat gently as she made her way into the warehouse, and arrived mid-conversation, or so it seemed.

“Did you guys get coasters, too? I got a coaster.” 

“We got an orange,”

"I bet you're all wondering why I've gathered you here," Chiue announced to the rather odd group of characters, smiling broadly before chuckling, "Nah I'm just fuck'en ya, I got drugged.. or bugged ..or..you know what, I would have loved an orange. Oh shit, is that Bubble Battle? Link me!" Chiue finished, whipping out her phone. She was still watching the others out of the corner of her eye, but it seemed for now her curiosity wouldn't be sated just quite yet.
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