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Elysium [NYC Location]

Post by Cernunnos » Sun May 24, 2020 1:27 am

ELYSIUM LOUNGE

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Operated by and for the latest generation of American royalty, the Elysium Lounge is New York's most exclusive new establishment. Occupying a coveted slice of real estate in Manhattan, the venue's exterior is understated, with only the lustrous golden letters spelling out Elysium betraying a hint of the true opulence within.

Making it past the front door is, in itself, a feat. A pair of security guards stationed outside make sure that the general public stays outside. If they can't afford the initial cover fee, entry is simply denied. For the wealthy and influential, it's far from prohibitively expensive- but to most, there would be no justification for spending that much money in a single evening.

However, under the right circumstances, the fee can be waived. For instance, standing orders from the lounge's owners indicate that any metahuman who wishes to enter should be allowed to do so. This fact is not advertised, so as to avoid a flood of mutants looking to experience a higher class of entertainment, but when one does occasionally arrive, their exoticism is considered payment enough.

However, if any patron of the establishment, regardless of their genetic makeup, is disruptive, or otherwise violates the rules, they will be swiftly removed. Elysium's security staff are stationed all throughout the building, generally in discreet positions, so as to avoid reminding guests of their presence. But should there be any sort of incident that requires their attention, they are equipped with Watson stun guns, nearly soundless and highly effective nonlethal alternatives to conventional firearms.

Once inside Elysium, the exterior's modesty will immediately seem almost deceptive- for the inside of the lounge is anything but. Designed in an art deco style, the primary color on almost every surface is gold. Decorated with inviting, warm hues, the lounge's main floor is centered around a bar. Stocked with the finest liquors, there are two levels to it- more affordable brands and vintages lower down, and those implicitly reserved for those of means higher up.

Arranged around the first-floor level are a number of tables, where patrons may relax and enjoy refreshments, as well as engage in conversation with those accompanying them, or meet their fellow patrons of Elysium. Due to the exclusivity of the establishment, networking is fairly common- although anybody perceived to be bothering their fellow guests is escorted out. Blatant attempts at social climbing and the like are considered a faux pas, while handshaking and favor-trading are encouraged.

A stage raised slightly off the ground is located at the head of the room, directly facing the bar. This is where various up-and-coming entertainers perform for the patrons of Elysium, many of whom are influential enough to kickstart or ruin their career. For the most part, this consists of musicians, though other kinds of performers occasionally appear, if the lounge's owner approves. The stage is also where Elysium's proprietor makes very occasional addresses.

On the second floor is small dining area. Reservations and orders must both be made in advance, with the waiting list stretching back weeks. Prices on the menu range from exorbitant to almost absurd, but the dishes themselves are worth every penny. Though requiring reservations is partially a way of filtering out clientele who do not meet Elysium's standards, it also allows the kitchen staff ample time to prepare meals, which are generally incredibly complex. If even a single error is made, the entire dish must be scrapped and begun again.

While the cost of merely eating in Elysium is high, if one has money to burn, they may also pay extra up front for a private booth, of which there are five- though one is reserved for use by the owner at all times. These booths are soundproofed and swept for listening devices regularly, while remaining as polished and aesthetically impeccable as the rest of the establishment. Meals arrive through a one-way delivery mechanism, which requires zero contact with waitstaff. If most important decisions in the world are made behind closed doors, the doors to these private areas are well-suited to the task.

Above the dining area is a small theater, reserved for private film screenings with discerning patrons. Films often come to Elysium months before they arrive in theaters, thanks to connections with both distributors, filmmakers, and film festivals the world over. Each film is assessed for quality before a showing is considered. Generally speaking, the fare is highbrow, and many foreign films are shown, while 'blockbusters' are not. Also on the third floor is the kitchen, where a small staff of talented chefs, many hired away from more prestigious restaurants at extremely competitive rates, work to prepare food for Elysium's patrons.

Only frequent patrons of Elysium are allowed to ascend to this level, slowly granted more access as they become known to the staff and owners. The proprietor himself will personally meet with any individual being considered for access to the upper levels. This typically consists of a private meal in his reserved booth, and a conversation, the details of which never leave Elysium.

On the fourth floor is the office of the lounge's owner, as well as a panic room, reinforced with titanium. Should Elysium ever come under threat, the most valued patrons will be escorted to the safe-room, while the problem is dealt with. Should circumstances become especially dire, the owner will manage the issue personally.

Past the fourth floor is Elysium's roof. With a small terrace and fully-stocked and refrigerated liquor cabinet, as well as an open-air pool, this rooftop area is a private retreat for the owner and his special guests- mainly, members of his family. While not personally involved in the operation of Elysium, the owner's sister and brother have VIP status, allowing them unconditional access to any part of the establishment, at any time.
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Re: Elysium [NYC Location]

Post by Eidolon » Tue May 26, 2020 3:18 am

How fucking poetic. Under the legal drinking age, and he was in a club that could give even his alcoholic uncle a lukewarm buzz.

Truthfully, he wasn't about to turn down the opportunity to travel; he was nineteen, after all, and not many people had the opportunity to do something like this at all, let alone a teenager with his sense of entitlement. Part of him still felt like this was all very surreal-- like one day, he'd wake up from whatever half-wet dream this was and go off to work as a bag boy at Millennium Grocery, or whatever the fuck they named their general stores in that gigantic fuckin' orgy of metahumans they called a city. Half the time, he felt like they just slapped on the word millennium to any fucking noun because they couldn't think of anything else. Millennium Photo Center. Millennium Grand Mall. Millennium Yoga Studio. Millennium Adult Toys and Media. It was unoriginal, it gave him a headache, and it made him irrationally angry.

Fuck, he probably just hated Millennium City because of the fuckin' memories there. Well, memory, singular. Fuckin' Eisner Memorial Park. An entire God-damn city full of vacuum-sealed spandex-clad assholes, and nobody showed up besides a winged woman, another teenager who he accidentally called pretty, a man who looked like Daddy Long Leg's disowned nephew, and-- well, Axiom, but that didn't fuckin' count, now, did it? He was the one being attacked, for starters. Dude couldn't even summon his shield. It would have been different if he had his shield.

"Press. Let me in. Have a private interview with Smythe. I'm on the list, or... whatever you have."

Bouncer eyed him like he was carrying a fuckin' rifle in his hands instead of a recorder. Regardless, he was let in, on account of the agency he represented having told of Eidolon's arrival. He supposed sending a person under 21 was their way of getting a reliable story. Hardy har. Fuck 'em. He'd steal a bottle of gin and puke it back up before the night was over, thank you very much.

As if he could even look normal in a place like this. The entire interior looked like an interior decorator shat out half of Fort Knox's vault onto the walls-- truth be told, it was pretty damn nice, just... not anything he was remotely used to. Hell, half the occupants were dressed several orders of magnitude better than him; he'd figured a black button-down, a navy blue tie, and dark brown dress pants would have fit the bill. He had been sorely mistaken.

Regardless, he got in, so if an eyesore he was, an eyesore he would be. At the very least, the man he was set to interview had seated himself away from prying eyes and ears so he wouldn't have to Eyes Wide Shut his way into the inner circle. Eidolon strode towards the table and extended his hand over it for a shake, placing his laptop back by the side of the chair and activating the recorder to settle it upon the table. He took his seat after that, giving a slightly forced smile.

"Good evening, Mr. Smythe. I want to express my thanks for allowing the Vanguard the opportunity to interview you. Let me know when you're ready to begin."

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Re: Elysium [NYC Location]

Post by Cernunnos » Tue May 26, 2020 4:25 am

ELYSIUM
People had come to interview Ronan about Elysium before, of course. He didn't much mind media attention- better the eyes of the public were focused on him than his sister. Or his brother, god forbid. But he had seen them in his home, for the most part. Invited one or two to join him for dinner. This was the first interview he would actually be having inside of the establishment itself.

That was mostly because Vanguard had sent a college kid to interview him. It was an odd choice, to be sure. Presumably some sort of power play, maybe trying to remind him that he was small-time, only worthy of being interviewed by a literal minor. Or maybe they just wanted to make sure their reporter wouldn't be plied with alcohol and whatever else Elysium had in store. Not that Ronan would ever do such a thing. He was more than capable of charming a reporter without the aid of soporifics.

There the kid came, right on schedule. He was dressed appropriately, or at least as appropriately as someone on the budget of a college student could dress. Not that Ronan had ever actually experienced that sort of impoverishment, of course. It was undoubtedly for the best that Eidolon Martins had worn something halfway formal. If the young man had shown up wearing a hoodie, he would have almost certainly been turned away at the door, press pass or no.

Ronan gave the reporter a firm, solid handshake. Not too tight- that sort of juvenile 'flexing' was beneath him. If his own attire, including a custom-tailored suit, and the general decor of his lounge, didn't signal his superiority, there was little hope that a simple handshake would. It was clear, though, that Martins understood the situation. That much had been obvious from the moment Ronan had laid eyes on him, across the room. His eyes were a little too wide, and his body language betrayed uncertainty.

Of course, some of that might have been the leg, as well. It was well-hidden under his clothes, but Cernunnos had eyes keener than most. He could detect the traces of a slight limp, that not even cutting-edge Assurance-grade prosthetics could erase entirely. That, if nothing else, was indication that he wasn't some sort of child assassin, sent under the cover of a mundane interview. Not that such a thing was likely, but there was at least one gun-toting little girl running around the Duskburg district these days. One could never be too careful.

In contrast to the slightly stiff, almost artificial smile that Eidolon gave, Ronan's own was easy and calm. He was practiced in the art of appearing at ease. It helped that, in this moment, he was. And in turn, he hoped his own relaxed demeanor would set the young reporter at ease as well. One could never have too many friends in the press, and Ronan had plenty of influence in the media world, even reaching as far as Millennium City. Or Chicago, where the kid was actually attending college. According to the press clippings Ronan had checked after learning the name of his interviewer, he'd been given a full-ride scholarship from Assurance to go along with the leg. Patronage from the wealthy was easy to get used to, and hard to go without.

With a different reporter, Ronan might have said something to the effect of Please, call me Ronan. It established a rapport immediately. But in this case, he didn't want to breed too much familiarity in the boy. His incident with Arno Flint and an assassin in Eisner Park wasn't the only thing that had come up, in a cursory search of the young man's name. He'd also broadcast an 'irreverent' 'anti-establishment' podcast called Meta Talk. So, no. Ronan wasn't going to let him get too familiar just yet.

"Good to meet you, Mr. Martins. It is my pleasure. Please, begin at your leisure."

Eidolon had placed the recording device on the table between them. Elysium was typically quieter than the typical New York nightclub, because it wasn't really one at all. It was a lounge. An establishment with class. No raised voices, certainly no violence. The audio would be fine, even for them not having met in Ronan's office. Most evenings, there was music, and tonight was no exception- but the talent had yet to arrive. It wasn't especially late in the evening, by Ronan's design. Nobody wanted Eidolon Martins, Boy Reporter out past his bedtime.

Also on the table were two drinks. Ronan himself had a scotch, but one of his underlings who'd been tasked with watching multiple full episodes of the indubitably insipid 'Meta Talk' show had reported that Martins favored a Raspberry Lime Rickey. Non-alcoholic, naturally. Elysium was an establishment of some repute. Serving liquor to minors was out of the question. At least, on this floor.

There was no need to point it out. Martins would notice as soon as he took a sip, and the glass had been positioned to clearly indicate that it was meant for him. Whether he acknowledged that small touch didn't much matter. It was all a part of the overall effort. Projecting the image that it was effortless for people like Ronan, to handle interviews, to erect establishments like Elysium in a matter of months, even to procure the preferred beverage of the interviewer on short notice. Never mind the poor bastard who'd had to suffer through hours of podcast to help sell that image. His name would never be in the history books. And the Smythe family paid him generously. So, who cared?

Certainly, Cernunnos did not.
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Re: Elysium [NYC Location]

Post by Eidolon » Tue May 26, 2020 4:05 pm

A Raspberry Lime Rickey sat before him, virgin, and Eidolon's eyes narrowed.

A little bit too coincidental, yeah. He'd drank a few on his podcast before. One of his favorite drinks to make, really, even without actual alcohol in it, so the fact that this guy somehow knew-- and, subsequently, bothered to order-- one of his favorite drinks... well, it wasn't entirely calming, but it was a good reminder that this guy had done his homework. As had Eid. A notepad and pencil were withdrawn from his bag, next, and he took a sip from the drink, looking up towards Ronan.

"Nice touch, with the drink. Is it important to you, knowing people's tastes? Subsequently-- how has anticipating trends and people's wants factored into running a place like the Elysium? I imagine a club has to appeal to an audience, so... what's the appeal? Walk me through your goals when you run a place like this."

Start off light. Open up with a bit of conversation about Elysium, first-- after all, the place was practically tied to Ronan Smythe alone. It was him.

Eid made a note to remember that.

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Re: Elysium [NYC Location]

Post by Cernunnos » Tue May 26, 2020 6:00 pm

ELYSIUM
So, the kid had noticed. More than that, he'd made mention of it. Ronan supposed he shouldn't have been surprised- Martins was a reporter, after all. Or aspired to be one. If he was getting paid for this, it had to be a pittance.

"I'm glad you noticed. Yes, as a host, I consider it a part of the job to get to know our guests. What they like, how they think."

That, in particular, Ronan was good at. Reading people was one of his many talents. In no rush, he leaned back, taking a drink, and keeping hold of the glass with one hand. He held it from the top, with fingertips alone, making the glass appear seconds away from slipping out of his grasp. But Ronan's grip was stronger than most anticipated, when he wanted it to be. Leisurely, he rotated his wrist, stirring the drink with a subtle motion.

"Club isn't quite the right word," he corrected at last, almost thoughtful. "It may be a more antiquated term, but I prefer lounge. My intention was to recreate the sort of establishment that defined the nightlife of my parents' generation. Something that appeals to people who aren't as interested in dance music and flashing lights."

Only a hint of derision crept into the words. Ronan had no idea how Eidolon felt about that kind of club, and he didn't care. His intent was to emphasize what separated Elysium from the other establishments it ostensibly competed with. That it served a higher class of clientele. Still smiling, Cernunnos took another drink.
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Re: Elysium [NYC Location]

Post by Eidolon » Tue May 26, 2020 11:42 pm

Eidolon nodded in response to Smythe's dutiful answer, scratching down a few notes on paper for a moment before leaning back in his chair. He examined what he wrote, flipped the pad to a new page, and then leaned forward, his eyes training themselves on Ronan once more. The man made a note of his parents-- he'd come back to that. "Wonderful. Something to appeal to classier folk, I presume? It's good you picked NYC, then. A melting pot like this is hard to come by." He stated, looking back down at his pad.

"I'm curious as to where a majority of this lounge's income comes from. Did you build this place from the ground up? Was it inherited from a member of your family? Subsequently, is managing a club that primarily appeals to the upper class something that you consider financially viable? I imagine a building like this was costly to produce." A pause. "If these gold fixings are real, of course. What is your justification for a place like this? I'm curious. I know you wanted to recreate the era your parents grew up with, but surely-- that can't be the only reason, can it?"

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Re: Elysium [NYC Location]

Post by Cernunnos » Wed May 27, 2020 2:51 am

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Quite the barrage of questions from Mister Martins. He seemed... nervous. There truly was no need to be. At least, not around Ronan. He had nothing to fear from Cernunnos, at least not yet. If his anxiety was a general product of clearly being someone he wasn't supposed to be, well... at least he knew his place well enough.

"Nothing in New York is built from the ground up," Ronan answered, taking on something of an ironic tone. "I purchased the property about a year ago, and had the interior completely refurbished before opening. Questions about cost, I'm afraid I can't answer with any specificity- but no, it wasn't exactly cheap."

Chuckling softly, Ronan sipped his drink. He'd already had a little more than was typically considered advisable, at the rate he was drinking. A useful little trick, especially in interviews. If the reporter thought you were a bit buzzed, they might go for the more difficult questions, expecting to get a more honest answer.

"It seems reductive to say that we're primarily appealing to the 'upper class.' Really, the idea is to appeal to everyone, and only admit some. It provides an... incentive. For people to better themselves. To seek fame, fortune, something outside of their mundane lives. What reason does the modern world provide to do so? Fifteen seconds of fame? A few thousand Twitter followers? Elysium is the greener grass, on the other side of the fence."

That, in a way, answered Eidolon's final question as well. The 'reason' why he'd put so much time and money into this project. It was only a half-truth. His other reasons were more personal. In part, Ronan simply liked being the Smythe sibling making headlines for a change, instead of his damned brother.
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Re: Elysium [NYC Location]

Post by Eidolon » Wed May 27, 2020 9:25 pm

Eidolon narrowed his eyes at Smythe's final comment.

He had been subject to similar amounts of ridicule in the past-- to say that he was used to condescension was an understatement, at the very least, and he wasn't quite keen on becoming a verbal punching bag for Ronan Smythe throughout the majority of the interview. Part of him wanted to get defensive; another part wanted to get up and leave. Scratch the story, cover the expense of coming to New York himself, and write the whole thing off as a complete failure. At least he would be able to forgo the fucking kick in the balls he was about to endure.

The majority of him wanted to fight back.

In the conventional sense? No. But it seemed like Smythe possessed quite the fucking complacent attitude; Eidolon didn't quite like it, if he was being honest with himself. There were a thousand fucking people that would have been more interesting to interview, just as there were a thousand fucking people that would have been better interviewers. It seemed like both of them drew from the shit stack, though, which-- at the end of the day-- made them both a bunch of fuckin' idiots.

"How insightful." Eidolon replied. His momentary perplexion gave way to genuine curiosity as he leaned forward a slight degree, elbows pressed upon the table as he clasped his hands together. "But the problem with that interpretation is precisely that it's... your interpretation, Ronan. Can I call you that? I'll refer to you as that, from now on. Calling you 'Mister Smythe' makes me sound like a preschool kid telling the teacher he just shat himself, really." A smile, at that, though it carried no amicability.

"You're at the top. Well, your top-- what you define to be your apex, at this current moment. Pardon if I come off as disrespectful, Ronan, but when I look around this place, I do not see incentive. In fact, I see the exact opposite; I see stagnation. Stagnation in wealth, in greed-- in excess, to put it simply. Maybe I'm a bit too blue collar, sure, but I fail to see how charging a few hundred dollars-- if not a thousand, or above that-- can offer an incentive, as you say. The average rent price in NYC sits at around 3,000 dollars. Did you know that, Ronan?"

He paused, now, leaning back. His expression was passive; his eyes, honed. He waited for a response until he continued.

"Because if you did, then you'd know that the average income for a person living in NYC could have a decent amount of trouble factoring in an expensive meal at a place like this alongside actual grocery expenses, internet, and utility costs. And, if you didn't, well-- how are you supposed to actually know what the people want if you don't have an accurate assessment of their financial situations?"

Another pause. He looked around the restaurant floor, for a moment, taking note of the faces he saw and the clothes they wore. Maybe it was just... bias, perhaps, but he had a hard fuckin' time believing that this club was any semblance of a reward for people somehow bettering themselves.

"Now-- truthfully, Ronan, I want to ask you this. How do you know what people really want-- and, subsequently, how can you market Elysium as the greener grass for people to improve themselves-- if you've been born into wealth and have had a staggering amount of money your entire life? How can you say you appear as a person who has any ground to stand on when you likely have no idea what the common man struggles through?"

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Post by Cernunnos » Wed May 27, 2020 10:22 pm

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Cernunnos gave a humorless chuckle, as Eidolon began using his first name. He'd clearly managed to touch a nerve with the boy, and in turn, Martins was determined to provoke some sort of reaction from him. Break the cool, collected facade that Ronan projected to the outside world.

"How presumptuous," Ronan replied, dryly. He didn't let much of his displeasure leak through, keeping a calm expression, though there was an intensity in his eyes that hadn't been there before. He did frown slightly at the sudden vulgarity, as Martins made reference to defecating children. Of course, the boy describing himself as one was perfectly accurate.

Shitting the bed was an accurate assessment of what Eidolon Martins was doing, though of course such words would never pass Ronan Smythe's lips. Certainly not while he was being recorded. It was one of those irksome double standards. Vanguard would doubtlessly edit around their employee's outburst, and if Ronan responded in kind, that would surely make the cut. Short of actually relieving himself on the floor, there was little that Martins could do, that Ronan could respond to with anything other than politeness.

Neither of his siblings had to operate under such auspices. His sister was the recluse, rarely mentioned in the media except to remark upon how little anybody really knew about her. And his brother had rejected the idea of proper decorum entirely. Leaving Ronan, as ever, to be the perfect child. The darling. It was a role he'd had plenty of practice playing.

Patiently, he listened to Eidolon ramble, waiting for his tirade to end. Silently, he nodded confirmation, when Martins asked if he knew what rent was in New York. A relatively insignificant factoid, in the grand scheme of things. One he was only aware of from reading magazines, which occasionally indulged the lower class by letting one of the more erudite specimens pen an op-ed about their plight.

When the young reporter was finally finished talking, Ronan leaned forward, and took a drink, before placing the glass back on the table. He positioned both elbows on the armrests of the chair, and steepled his fingers. Every trace of good humor was gone from his face. It had remained while Eidolon accused him of greed, of excess, of being out of touch. But his final words were what crossed the line.

"I didn't realize Vanguard had a habit of sending out reporters with an ideological axe to grind, Eidolon."

It was a simple, effective jab. Last Ronan had checked, the reporter's employer hadn't been one with a specific partisan bent. And given that the ideas he'd been espousing bordered on socialism, it seemed unlikely they would find their way to publication. But they both knew that fact. What Ronan had said was simply a reminder.

Keeping his voice tight, Ronan leaned another half-inch forward, and continued. There was barely-restrained anger in his voice. Entirely performative, but that would be difficult, almost impossible to identify. Especially when Eidolon had the piercing stare of Cernunnos focused directly on him. This was a reminder- he wasn't a simple wealthy heir. Ronan Smythe was no dilettante.

"I may have been born into wealth, but I spent a year of my life held hostage by terrorists. I saw my brother and sister beaten. Had a gun held to my head more times than I can count. You have no right to lecture me about the struggles of the common man."
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Re: Elysium [NYC Location]

Post by Eidolon » Thu May 28, 2020 1:13 am

"Oh, call me Eid. All my friends do. Less of a mouthful, too." Eidolon replied, prefacing with a light joke before he crossed his leg and let a hand rest upon it. Ronan had a façade to maintain, as did the reporter sitting across from him. At the very least, Smythe was a good pretender-- but he was just that, wasn't he. A pretender. Hard to get a read on-- Eidolon didn't bother with that-- but there was, of course, always a collection of thoughts that an outsider couldn't see. The most secure place for an idea was the mind, after all, wasn't it? If he was lucky, a smidgeon broke through the filter from brain to mouth and a little nugget of clarity was revealed. Like now.

"Careful, though, you almost let your mask slip. Why are you so worried, anyway, if this does turn into an op-ed piece-- after all, people are always going to want to better themselves, in your words."

He took a sip from his drink, wetting his throat before continuing.

"There will always be a subculture of patrons that buy into your ideology, and I mean that quite literally. It's no secret that you've obviously made a measure of success for yourself, regardless of anyone's opinion on the matter." Eidolon smiled, at that, and leaned forward. "But that's not entirely what I'm here for, you know? Real news. Real stories." Another pause. Eidolon moved the recorder closer to himself, idly, settling it upon the table to adjust the gain.

"Like yours, or your brother's-- or, most interestingly, your sister's. How has this lifestyle affected her upbringing, do you think? In your eyes, is there a correlation between sparse reports of mental instability-- and, more importantly, ill health-- and the wealth your family possesses?"

Eidolon stared at him, now. "What I'm most interested in hearing, though, is how you can justify her apparent shortcomings and hardships with your previous claims that this lifestyle-- and wealth, and pleasure in excess-- is a way of bettering somebody. 'Elysium is the greener grass, on the other side of the fence'-- but not for her, is it? Why is that?"

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