One moment we're in Paris... the next I'm here.
It took only a slight look at details to know that wherever I am, this isn't really Las Vegas. It's entirely possibly (probable?) that this is some sort of pocket dimension, a place entirely unto itself. Which lends itself to the following questions:
1.) Why look like Vegas?
2.) Why are the people here chosen? How do we all tie together?
3.) Who is responsible for this happening?