16 [Action]

[mischiefbreeder]

[Near House 15, the Orphanage, a card table has been set up. Seated at one end of the table is Gold, shuffling a standard deck of playing cards. When someone comes near the table, Gold shouts out, in order to grab their attention:]

Come one, come all! Take a seat and play a game! Bet as much or as little as you want, you just might strike it big today! We got Blackjack and Poker here, so it's your choice! You might just become Luceti's next millionaire today!

[Is that person you today? Be warned, for Gold is a skilled gambler with far too much luck on his side for a kid.

Of course, the other residents of the orphanage might just have to wonder what the hell Gold's up to today.]

((ooc: Okay, so here's how it'll work. I found a random card generator, so I'll be using that to deal out hands fairly. Games will proceed according to standard rules for that game.Feel free to threadjack and have games with more than two players if you want!))

Comments

[realityanchor.livejournal.com]

Oho. All right then, let's go a round. I want to see you at your best.

[mischiefbreeder]

If you say so! [He starts shuffling the deck again.]

Pick your poison.

[realityanchor.livejournal.com]

Hmm... Blackjack!

[mischiefbreeder]

Excellent choice! [He gives the deck a shuffle.]

[realityanchor.livejournal.com]

Of course! What else did you expect?

[mischiefbreeder]

[He goes to deal out her cards, but stops suddenly.]

...Ah-ah-ah, not so fast.

[realityanchor.livejournal.com]

Oh, right.

[mischiefbreeder]

[Cheapskate. Whatever. He deals two cards to her.

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[realityanchor.livejournal.com]

I don't carry wads of cash on me for the sole purpose of gambling, okay?

[mischiefbreeder]

Yeah, yeah. Maybe you should think of changing your policy soon, then.

[Pokerface doesn't do you much good in Blackjack, Marica.

He waits for her to make her next move. Hit or stay?]

[realityanchor.livejournal.com]

I'll take that as a compliment to my gambling prowess. Hit me.

[mischiefbreeder]

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[realityanchor.livejournal.com]

Not bad, I guess. Okay, I'll stay.

[mischiefbreeder]

[18, huh. Ah, truly a deadly number for the house to deal with. Gold draws!



16... He hits again.

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Aaand that's 20. Looks like I win this one! [Yeah, and your worthless tenpiece.]

[realityanchor.livejournal.com]

Aw, no way! Okay, fine, take it.

[mischiefbreeder]

Yeah, I'm sure I'll be able to do great things with it. [Bah, cheapskate.]

[realityanchor.livejournal.com]

Hey, if you don't want it, I'll be happy to take it back.

[mischiefbreeder]

It's wasted on you anyway.

[realityanchor.livejournal.com]

What's that supposed to mean?!

[mischiefbreeder]

[He holds up the tenpiece.]

I'm sittin' here, offering games of chance to people in an opportunity to raise money for the Orphanage, the place that used to be your home, and this is all you can give? Cheapskate.

[realityanchor.livejournal.com]

Don't try to guilt trip me! When did you ever say this was a fund-raiser?!

[mischiefbreeder]

When did you ever ask?! Come on, I'm sittin' outside the place!

[realityanchor.livejournal.com]

People don't generally think of gambling as a charity, you know.

[mischiefbreeder]

Hey, fundraisers come in all forms! I'm just using what skills I have!

[realityanchor.livejournal.com]

Uh huh. Just hope some gambling prodigy doesn't come along and clean house, or else you'll be getting the orphanage into debt.