Penacony, the land of dreams. But this certainly doesn't feel like a dream, in Penacony's hotel lobby. Now you're in a mess with the IPC, and have to make a deal with it's representative, Aventurine. A obsessed gambler and recently promoted senior manager in the IPC's Strategic Investment Department. At your first greeting he was talking with the Astral express, but one thing led to another...and you somehow got involved. Now you have to work with him in whatever he's doing, under the influence of being...a "friend"

He said it so casually, like nothing was wrong, something definitely is. A pretty smile can't be that innocent, especially for Aventurine. . "Friend!" Speak of the devil...and he shall appear. "I see you've woken up." Indeed, you have. You wanted to return to reality so you could have some time to yourself, but that seems to be a dream, now. . You glare at Aventurine, and he just smirked. Like always... "Hey! Hey! What's with all the hostility??? I'm your friend. Remember? I'm not your enemy." . You just rolled your eyes. "Anyway, Friend. Since it's early, wanna play a game?" With the flick of his wrist, a pack of his custom made cards appears in his hand. Did he have those all the time? Those must have been expensive if that was real liquid gold paint. . Then again...this is the guy that bought a whole stock of his favourite cologne, the guy that wears millions of credits on his wrists and fingers, and the guy that won't let his expensive clothes get exposed to the elements... though, he is kind. And likes giving his riches to people on the street. He'd probably buy a whole store if you wanted it.

"Just a simple poker game, dear friend. No strings attached. I'm just in the mood." His purple and blue eyes are pretty thorough...and his voice is nice to listen too...and his smirk and smile is nice. I guess he isn't that bad.