It should come as no surprise that a heavily populated local near constantly inundated with foot traffic between establishments as eager to serve alcohol as they were to take your life savings would also have good police response times. A conflict in the casino can always be handled by well trained and discrete security, but past their doors it was an issue of public concern and that required a prompt response.

The anonymous call from a certain fashionista with a flare for the gothic and accompanying photos was worthy of a single squad car, two officers old hands at the beat pulling up five minutes after the call went out and arriving to find the picture matched reality. An officer with a balding head and pronounced gut cautiously approached the group of costumed youths with a hand resting against his thighs in easy reach of a holstered taser while the other remained in the vehicle manning the radio. 

"All right ladies and gentleman. We've received reports of an unusual gathering here tonight. What seems to be the trouble here?" The officer asked, his tone diplomatic and calm as he tried to assess the situation. By all accounts this wasn't a case of loitering considering their lack of obstruction and outlandish attire wasn't a crime here of all places. It would save him the hassle of paperwork if he could see them on their way without making an issue of it.

What was chiefly of interest in the responding officer's mind was the one in what appeared to be a hazmat suit, one that didn't look cheap and fabricated for an office party to say the least. While they had no reason to suspect anything he still turned to Endemia and asked, "Sir, could you please remove your hood for identification purposes. It would make this process much smoother and we can all be on our ways tonight."