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Post by Mirage on May 5, 2008 0:20:50 GMT -5
Mirage's answers Pee-Dee, "I have apparently insulted you and if words are not sufficient then you deserve some measure of satisfaction."
In other words, Mirage is not rescinding the offer. Hopefully, Pee-Dee will leave him able to get to medical on his own. If not, well...Mirage can swallow some pride and ask for help.
There are distinct downsides to having a sense of honor.
Ah, Nightbeat, your timing is perfect Mirage could kiss you, if you weren't so damn annoying. And the Emirate's change of subject also helps, even if the subject matter is not the most pleasant.
"Unfortunately, I've heard what my doppelganger is like. You and Swerve, your alternates are stark contrasts. Mine is a mirror only slightly warped, an image out of focus but still true, if our guests are to be believed."
Mirage gives Bluestreak a look, then sees the raise. Might as well see it through.
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Post by Pee-Dee on May 5, 2008 20:22:23 GMT -5
"You all heard him." Pee-Dee looks around as if to make sure everyone did, in fact, hear Mirage say that. Then she leans forward and grins at the blue racecar.
Her teeth are sawblades.
"I'll wait until the current crisis is over, but I will take what was freely offered and freely given."
Her grin fades after a moment, and she turns her attention back to the game at hand. Once more, she restacks all of the chips in the pot and glances at her own dwindling pile... "No more bets. Let's lay them on the line, boys."
"And you-" Here, she jabs a finger at Nightbeat. "You are cruising for a bruising."
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Post by Nightbeat on May 5, 2008 20:44:08 GMT -5
Nightbeat puts on a cocky grin. "As long as it's you who's doing it sweetheart... Bet you can play real rough." He adds a suggestive wink just to make it extra dirty.
With a small nod, he spreads out his cards before him. Four of Hearts, four of clubs, five of spades, six of diamonds, and two of hearts
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Post by Boondocker on May 5, 2008 20:48:53 GMT -5
Boondocker looks at Nightbeat. Then he looks at Pee-Dee. Then back at Nightbeat.
She just said he's cruisin' for a brusin', right? Right?
Boondocker intakes air, then lets it out. "An' folks call me th' slow one..." he mumbles to himself, shaking his head.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 5, 2008 22:38:10 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron has heard a bit about the alternates in reports from Kup and Rodimus Prime. He somewhat doubts their own ability to guess their alternates. He was expecting his alternate to be more like... Megatron, really, and instead he has a simpering coward. He points out to Bluestreak, "If Swerve and my alternate are to be believed, their Decepticons act somewhat like... us. Would they even destroy your alternate's city in the way that yours was destroyed? We have destroyed cities in the course of the war but never so senselessly."
Mirage is being stupid. It's all Emirate Xaaron can do to resist tilting his optics up in derision, but he refuses to give Mirage even that much attention. A sour expression crossing his face, he confirms to Pee-Dee with a curt nod and, "So witnessed."
Then Nightbeat pretty much invites Pee-Dee to whoop his aft. What is it about her that makes all of them act like idiots? At the very least, when Emirate Xaaron offered her a favour, he put conditions on it. He inquires of Nightbeat, mildly, "You're into police brutality? You should have told Prowl. I bet he would be thrilled."
Casually, Emirate Xaaron lays down his hand. It's... garbage. Utter garbage. One card away from a straight, but close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. He shrugs innocently and smiles winningly at all and sundry. Emirate Xaaron is a bluffing bluffer who bluffs. Anyone who is surprised doesn't know him very well.
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Post by Bluestreak on May 5, 2008 23:06:02 GMT -5
"Oh, didn't think about that," Bluestreak says in reply to Xaaron. "Well, maybe it wasn't destroyed then, or destroyed by accident. Though if these alternate Autobots are really as nasty as they seem to be, maybe my double doesn't need a reason to fight. Or... hmmm... I guess my double could be a huge coward who just hides all the time..."
He lays his hand down for all to see -- Ace of Clubs, Ace of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds, Ten of Diamonds, King of Spades.
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Post by Mirage on May 6, 2008 16:14:48 GMT -5
Mirage just shrugs and lays down his pair of eights. He was not expecting to win the hand with a middle pair, but he learned a few things about his opponents. Lost some chits, yes, but such is the nature of the game.
Xaaron bluffs, and bluffs well. Nightbeat bullies through, and Bluestreak wears his cards on his doorwings. Boondocker is cautious, even when using someone else's chips. It just remains to see what cards Pee-Dee is holding.
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Post by Pee-Dee on May 6, 2008 17:27:44 GMT -5
Pee-Dee is starting to suspect there's something wrong with the eligible bachelors around here. Mirage and Nightbeat are both clearly crazy with a side of crazy.
She presses the heel of one hand against the bridge of her nose and mutters darkly, "Stupidity still isn't a crime. Can't arrest people for being stupid. God, someday Wreck-Gar is going to agree with me about that."
That done, she turns over her cards. Just a pair of sixes.
"My mirror? That's easy. She's me without restraint."
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Post by Nightbeat on May 6, 2008 19:31:23 GMT -5
Doesn't look like Nightbeat's winning this round of cards.
"Prowl?" Nightbeat asks, holding a hand to his torso plate. "Have to get the stick out of his aft first. That 'bot wouldn't know fun if you have him a roadmap and Steeljaw to show him the way."
He strokes his chin-nub. "Well, obviously, my alternate is brilliant. If only he'd used his talent for good, instead of evil."
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Post by Boondocker on May 7, 2008 11:02:55 GMT -5
Thank goodness Boondocker doesn't suffer from stupidity!
He's just ignorant. Being a nice guy helps, too.
Boony leans back on the table, head in his hands, elbows propped on the tabletop. "Ah dunno 'bout mah mirror... Guess he'd be like somma them worse fellers lahk ah've seen on COPS."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 7, 2008 15:36:45 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron nods approvingly at Bluestreak's hand. Nice.
Emirate Xaaron continues to poke Nightbeat with verbal sticks for being obnoxious, "So it's not just the uniform you like, Nightbeat? And here I had you, Siren, and Hosehead figured all wrong. I'll have to recommend you to Stakeout when we get back," and blow up Unicron and all that.
He considers and comments, "Interesting takes on your mirrors. We shall see how this pans out."
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Post by Bluestreak on May 7, 2008 22:11:00 GMT -5
Bluestreak glances at everyone's hands, boggling just slightly. Is his hand really the high hand? Wow... beginner's luck does pay off from time to time, doesn't it?
"Hey, good game everyone!" he tells everyone. "That was pretty fun. We should do that again sometime."
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Post by Mirage on May 9, 2008 0:23:44 GMT -5
Mirage tilts his head as he studies Bluestreak, one browridge quirked up as it so often is.
"Normally, Bluestreak, it is considered good form to allow one's opponents the chance to recover their losses. One hand does not a poker game make."
He settles back, "Of course, that depends on the rest of the players' inclinations as well."
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Post by Pee-Dee on May 9, 2008 12:29:41 GMT -5
Pee-Dee pushes the pile of chips that were mostly hers but also partially Mirage's at Bluestreak. "Congratulations. That's six thousand one hundred forty worth of chips. You can no longer use my pile for any more hands."
She collects the cards from everyone and shuffles them again. "Opening the pot to non-chip bets. Hopefully everyone is staying for another hand?"
Then she passes the cards to Nightbeat if it looks like he'll be sticking around. "Your turn to deal."
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Post by Nightbeat on May 9, 2008 17:43:03 GMT -5
Nightbeat smiles as she hands him the cards, shuffling them, even if no one else is sticking around. His hands are moving almost too fast to follow. In fact, Pee-Dee might be able to accurately compare Nightbeat's shuffling skills to that of Data from Stat Trek.
Nice thing about a photographic memory and well conditioned reflexes. He now knows exactly where every card in the deck is. Setting them down in front of him, he pops open a compartment in his chestplate, pulling out several different varieties of chips from casinos all around the galaxy, including the Marvel version of Monacus.
"Naturally, dollface."
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