BiSmiley
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The Ecker Resort and spa, an island two hundred miles south of Bermuda and home to the mystery billionaire Kris Ecker. Truth be told no one has seen the man in years but he sure knows how to play to the masses. A supposed entertainment guru his true vocation is black market deals in human trafficking and training, the local pirates dumping off unneeded hostages likely to be worth something.
Problem is most slaves don't leave the Resort, but they prove to be loyal unpaid employees with an assortment of customer service skills. There are only a handful of men and women actually being paid to work. Men and women in uniform pleasant and polite in public and quite something else in the dark corners.
The island itself is known to all but the privileged of the world. And some of these privileged have come to call the Resort home though not by choice. Reporters, spies, criminals and tourist make up much of the staff. Cataloged organized and recorded on what Ecker dubbed the Menu for purposes of subtly, the guests pay for more than a room an all inclusive grand total of several million dollars a head and access to the 'Menu' is one of those things.
Ecker himself playing with the new ones let them roam the grounds the camera ever watchful the recordings cataloged carefully, there was nowhere free from these all seeing eyes.
The phone rang in the penthouse atop the highest floor of this ivory building Kris smiling to himself crystal blue eyes cast to the distant dock in anticipation. A new guest was arriving, a shame they weren't leaving.
(OOC: PM me if interested_)
Problem is most slaves don't leave the Resort, but they prove to be loyal unpaid employees with an assortment of customer service skills. There are only a handful of men and women actually being paid to work. Men and women in uniform pleasant and polite in public and quite something else in the dark corners.
The island itself is known to all but the privileged of the world. And some of these privileged have come to call the Resort home though not by choice. Reporters, spies, criminals and tourist make up much of the staff. Cataloged organized and recorded on what Ecker dubbed the Menu for purposes of subtly, the guests pay for more than a room an all inclusive grand total of several million dollars a head and access to the 'Menu' is one of those things.
Ecker himself playing with the new ones let them roam the grounds the camera ever watchful the recordings cataloged carefully, there was nowhere free from these all seeing eyes.
The phone rang in the penthouse atop the highest floor of this ivory building Kris smiling to himself crystal blue eyes cast to the distant dock in anticipation. A new guest was arriving, a shame they weren't leaving.
(OOC: PM me if interested_)
