After the three made their descent into the lower levels of the plateau, the pleasant sounds of the casino drifted from the speakers in the corners of the lift, if only to remind any potential travelers of the elevator how much fun they could probably be having, had they not been on the clock. (Or, in this particular case, trespassing, even.)

The doors opened up again as the transport came to a halt, and the three were greeted with the sight of a brightly lit corridor. Surrounding the elevator, janitorial equipment lined the walls, and the ancient turtle from before was seen shuffling his own tools into a particular space between trash trolleys. His ignorance to the new arrivals implied that he was quite possibly deaf, or... he really didn't care all that much.

As he made his departure to the left, a couple of suited individuals with suitcases headed off to the right. Straight ahead, the hallway extended further, the corridor curving off to the right as it went along.

It would appear that the three had just gained entry to the entirety of the employee's facilities, hidden deep within the confines of the resort's plateau.

... Now it was just a matter of which direction to go from here.

No response came from Dr. Henshin. Unknown to Sheffer and friends, somewhere above, a flashing, LED-covered, fireworks-spewing mess of a little old man careened his way through the tight airspace inside the casino's main hall, buzzing above the heads of screaming and ducking patrons with the sound of a thousand overdriven, amplified kazoos.

Yeah, he was still busy.

Clear though the coast might have immediately been, the silence was broken, after a few more seconds, by a loud clunk. Some ways down the hall, a large door opened, and out walked—slowly, and backward—a person wearing a loose-fitting white coat, pulling a large piece of equipment that squeaked along on castors.

As the piece of equipment cleared the door, the second person—pushing on the other end—appeared. This person wore a white coat, and both of them were wearing goggles and white caps over their heads. They had the appearance of a pair of doctors wheeling a gurney, except here the gurney seemed to be a strange, box-like thing on wheels, with what seemed to be an immense battery built into the base. One side of the thing seemed to be designed to swing open on heavy steel hinges, and this side was fronted with a glass port-hole, and a small panel of knobs and screens, and—as the two apparently-doctors moved the device around and began pushing it down the hall, a series of winding coolant tubes could be seen, attached at various points to the surface from which they wound back and forth. The whole box made a very distant droning noise and the men seemed intensely preoccupied with keeping it stable as they made their awkward way down the corridor, into the distance.

The corridor itself—seen from where Hoji, Sheff and Mako stood, peering out—curved away on either side, turning gently out of sight so that its ends could not be seen. As the men made their way further and further down the hall with the large piece of equipment in tow it became apparent that unless some effort was made to pursue them, they would very soon disappear from sight.

After about perhaps a hundred or so feet of stopping, starting, and cautious rotating, the two doctoroid figures bumped their way through another set of doors, into another room that faced the hall through currently shuttered glass windows. There were a few seconds as the doors moved shut, and then stillness from within the room.

As Hoji managed to slip through the doors, a wave of chatter and applause met his ears. Although, as he looked back up from the doorway, it was clear that the noise was steadily dying down, until there was nary a whisper being passed around...

He had successfully infiltrated the room, that was for certain. However, what he hadn't counted on was the lack of anything to -hide- behind... Secondly, aside from the two scientists and their trolley (which was home to a magnificent piece of ice sculpture in the image of one of the many staff members in the resort), Hoji would be quick to realize that there were about twenty other heads in the room, all seated around a hardwood table topped with all sorts of food and delights, the most important of the group stationed at a fancy, leather seat at the opposite end of the room.

The obvious head of the group, who was apparently the dalmatian that fan-attacked Tank the night before, simply bore holes through the intruder with a most dangerous glare. A single snap of her fingers, and two of the canine's associates rose from the table, the duo dressed in proper security attire...

"There's nothing worth stealing here, save for my birthday present. An ice sculpture. By the way, top notch work with that, gentlemen. I knew you people were going to try to make off with the prize when people weren't watching, but I figured you would at -least- wait until the last few rounds!"

She gave a nod to the two officers, who both left their seats to swiftly move in on Hoji, handcuffs at the ready. "We'll find out which contender you are so we can disqualify you and suspend you from the resort until after the tournament. Have a good day."