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Snowy Las Vegas - Open

The snow had caused another delay in Gerald's planned excursion to Searchlight, his driver having been seconded to other duties which Gerald guessed could only have something to do with clearing the roads, or something along those lines.

So he found himself strolling the streets, enjoying the more familiar winter weather, his overcoat having come in handy yet again, his cane also useful as he navigated the white-edges pavement on his late morning stroll. There was a marked difference in the air, the crisp cold a little different to what he was used to in England, the bright sunlight reflecting off the uneven piles that were slowly turning to slush in the gutters, but currently hiding the usual discord of different pavements and surfaces merging to form the streetscape.

He wondered what Julianna was up to, not having heard from her since before New Year, and wondering if she had any more information on Searchlight.

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Dining at the Hash Brown

It was past 1AM by the time Imogen walked to her car in the employee parking lot outside Bally's and she stifled a yawn. The last show ended at midnight, but there was still the business of getting out of costume, taking off the makeup and getting showered after that. Her red rabbit wasn't the newest or most stylish of rides, but it was paid for and had served her well since she'd gotten it as a hand me down from her parents back in high school.

Her stomach grumbled and Imogen glanced downwards. "All right, all right." She grumbled, stomping on the clutch and starting the car, "I'll get something to eat." The more practical side of her wanted to wait until she got home, but she wasn't having it. If she waited then she'd have to cook and clean up afterwards, and that would get her to bed even later than if she just stopped at the Hash Brown for some eggs and toast.

This late there wasn't much traffic even on the strip, and it didn't take long to make it to the restaurant. Sure it was a bit strange that most of the employees were men that liked to wear women's clothes, but it also meant she wasn't going to be hit on and she might even trade fashion tips. Imogen walked into the building and took a seat at the counter, giving the 'waitress' a tired smile when he handed her a menu.

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Holiday Ball at the Skylark

The grand ballroom of the Skylark Hotel was awash in shades of forest green and gold. The charity ball had been arranged to benefit a local children's hospital, and so a large percentage of the proceeds from the door tickets and bar would be donated to renovate the facility. A two-story Christmas tree towered over the buffet tables of festive finger foods and chocolate fountain, and people had placed unwrapped toys under the limbs to be delivered to the hospital the next day. Champagne flowed freely. There were two stages for the live jazz musicians that would play all night. Santa's scantily clad elves wandered about the room with trays of shrimp and caviar. A dance floor took up the center of the space underneath a gleaming chandelier and there were beautifully decorated round tables on the edges of the room.

The ticket price was manageable, and a few tickets had gone out free for radio promotions and the like.

Luckily for the undead, the decor did not include wall-to-wall mirrors, though there were a few on the high ceiling.

In various corners, Vegas performance artists entertained to ooohs and aaahs. For instance, there was a man eating a gleaming sword in the corner.

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