[Open Log] Not so very far from here...

[recognize_an_opportunity]

When; Around 10 pm on February 13.
Rating; PG-13 I would imagine.
Characters; Meyer Lansky, and anyone who either works at Lucky's or wants to come gamble!
Summary; It's basically just happy fun times at Lucky's. Or unhappy not fun times, if you decide to cheat or break things! Employees, gamblers, random people wanting a drink... all are welcome!
Log; As far as Meyer was concerned, ten at night was the best time to be at Lucky's. Everyone who worked there was there by then, and that meant he could take a break from dealing hands of poker to wander through the small card room and schmooze with the regulars, as well as greet everyone who came through the door.

As he made his rounds, he was solicitous, complimenting one man on how much money he'd won in a lucky game of blackjack, and commiserating with another man on his empty wallet once he'd lost several hands of poker. He was always suggesting people have another drink, stay for a little while longer, see if they couldn't get their luck back. Maybe just one more hand would win them everything.

If you walk through the door, you're likely to see a large crowd, but Meyer will make sure to push his way through it to greet you personally, shake your hand, and suggest that you take a seat. You never know, tonight might be your lucky night...

Comments

[spotlighted]

"Yeah, that's the one. I guess they don't have any need for it in the 2200s, huh? With everyone flying."

And with the little she knows about Russian history, combined with the nationalistic skew that the press and the government put on any current affairs to do with that country, her opinion of it is not too rosy at all.

[candothat]

"And teleporting. That is the fastest way to travel, although we still have rail-based trains for short journeys."

[spotlighted]

"Teleporting." Now she's heard everything. "Just zapping people from one place to another, just like that?"

[candothat]

"No, no! Not just like that. Their patterns are stored in a buffer and then they are dissembled at the molecular level..." Chekov pauses. "But that is all boring."

[spotlighted]

"It does sound rather technical. And a little macabre, to be honest."

[candothat]

"Macabre? No, although there are people--even in my time--who would agree with you." Like Dr. McCoy, who, for some reason, doesn't much like the thought of being (essentially) destroyed at one point, transferred as information, and put together again at another point entirely.

[spotlighted]

"Yeah, I guess the thought of having my body pulled apart and reassembled creeps me out just a little." She was imagining two people being teleported together and coming away with some of the other's body parts. "It still sounds like a much more convenient way to travel, though."

[candothat]

"I think nothing of it, but transporter technology has always been there, in my life. There is no faster way to travel."

[spotlighted]

"Oh, someone'll invent one some day, something even faster than your transporters. And everyone will say that it won't last, just like they did about the horseless carriage, but soon you won't know how to live without it."

[candothat]

"'Horseless carriage'?" It's not a phrase that Chekov has heard before.

[spotlighted]

"Sure, that's what they called cars when they were first invented. They'd all been pulled by horses until someone invented an engine that could do it better." She pauses. "They do have horses in the future, right? They haven't gone extinct now people have teleporters instead of needing to ride them?"

[candothat]

"Horses still exist, yes, and I have heard that people ride them as a hobby." He smiles and adds, "Some of my cousins keep horses, but I never saw one until I came here and a friend taught me to ride. Do you ride them?"

[spotlighted]

"No, I live in the middle of a city, the only horses I see are ones that drive the tourists around Central Park."