Boondocker
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Post by Boondocker on May 9, 2008 18:03:52 GMT -5
Boondocker ponders staying in, giving a low whistle at Bluestreak's winnings.
However, that's knocked Pee-Dee's pile down quite a bit.
"Ah....ah dunno if'n I'll be in. No way ah'm gonna risk losin' mah tools an' guns."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 10, 2008 8:23:15 GMT -5
Bluestreak is a rookie. Ignorance may be no excuse, but there is no excuse for Mirage's attitude, either.
Emirate Xaaron agrees, voice fairly neutral, "Of course I'm staying."
He has a few weird ideas for what constitutes a wager.
Emirate Xaaron tries to watch Nightbeat out of the corner of his flat, featureless, yellow optics, but for all his suspicion, he can't see Nightbeat doing anything unusual aside from being excessively quick. Perhaps Nightbeat does not want to risk being beaten in the head by the Lady Cop.
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Bluestreak
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Silence is golden, but the motormouth is silver...
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Post by Bluestreak on May 10, 2008 21:09:26 GMT -5
Bluestreak's doorwings wilt slightly at Mirage's comment. "Sorry. I wasn't meaning to rub it in anyone's face or anything... and I usually don't last longer than one hand in games anyhow, people get tired of me and throw me out..."
He accepts his winnings with a quick "thank you," then turns to Nightbeat. "I'll go another round. Give people a chance to earn their chips back and all." Yes, he can be oblivious and naive at times, but he's not foolish enough to believe that he's going to luck out a second time.
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Post by Mirage on May 10, 2008 23:44:06 GMT -5
Mirage at this point could care less what anyone at the table thinks of his attitude. For the first time in quite awhile, Mirage is truly feeling how far beneath his station he has fallen. And he is not liking it.
"I'm in of course."
And lo, the spy fails his spot check because he's got his nose too high in the air. Irony.
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Post by Pee-Dee on May 11, 2008 19:12:36 GMT -5
Pee-Dee frowns at Nightbeat's shuffling, her optics dimming a level. There was something a little off there. Maybe Nightbeat had done something...
Maybe Nightbeat shuffles oddly. He's from another universe, after all, and while she thinks he has poor social skills and no social graces, that didn't mean he was scum enough to cheat at cards.
"Let's get dangerous then."1
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1. Darkwing Duck, paraphrase.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on May 12, 2008 22:07:40 GMT -5
"Very good," Nightbeat grins. With that same precision speed, he deals up the hands, finishing with himself.
Thanks to his previous shuffling, he knows exactly where each card has ended up. Sure, it'll take a little bit of his processing power to keep track of all the variables, but it's worth it.
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Boondocker
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Post by Boondocker on May 13, 2008 18:03:16 GMT -5
Boondocker refuses the cards when Nightbeat deals. "Ah reckon ah'll jus' watch this time" he says, taking the small metal piece and holding it out to Pee-Dee with a smile. "Thank'ee kindly fer teachin' me, an' fer lettin' me borry this."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 14, 2008 19:40:11 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron realises that He's Doing It Wrong. The objective of being here is not make Nightbeat and Mirage annoyed at him. The objective is to make friends and influence people. He let his own sarcastic nature get the better of him.
He smiles and nods politely to Nightbeat. Emirate Xaaron says, "Thank you."
Emirate Xaaron peeks at his hand and smirks slightly - which means everything and nothing. He smiled at his last hand, which was garbage, remember? He could have a perfect hand. He could have garbage again. Who knows?
He puts his hand back down against the table in a neat stack and wagers, "I will exchange my free time for the watch shift of whoever wins. Naturally, I don't get anything if I win." He shrugs and smiles winningly.
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Bluestreak
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Silence is golden, but the motormouth is silver...
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Post by Bluestreak on May 14, 2008 21:15:33 GMT -5
Bluestreak picks up his card, has a look, then sets them back down in dismay. Once again, he fights to keep a straight face, but his doorwings droop slightly. He doesn't seem to realize that his "kibble" is giving him away...
"Uh... wow, nice bet," he tells Xaaron. He idly wonders what he could wager that's halfway creative, but he's got a stack of chips to work through before he has to resort to that.
"I see that bet," he replies, and slides out a few chips. "Twenty-five."
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Post by Mirage on May 20, 2008 9:31:51 GMT -5
Mirage peeks carefully at his cards, then lays them back down on the table. Garbage, utter garbage.
This does not stop him from seeing all current bets. No raising from the spy for now. He'll wait in see if he can improve his hand at all before folding. After all, he really does not want to lose that many of his shiny chits.
OOC: Many apologies for the delay and lame post. I completely forgot to post before I headed out of town, and don't want to hold the thread up anymore than I have.
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Post by Pee-Dee on May 20, 2008 16:35:16 GMT -5
"Thanks, Boondocker!" Pee-Dee accepts the metal plate back and works it back into her arm, making sure that everything that ought to be attached is attached. Then she picks up her cards and looks at them.
Hnh.
She sets them back down again, putting two off to the side, then blows a gust of air at Xaaron. "You could have held that back from the initial go-round."
That expressed, she sees the current bet.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on May 22, 2008 12:49:00 GMT -5
So far, so good. Plenty of possibilities, though his wittiness may go down a bit as he spares some of his processing power to keep track of where all the cards are, Nightbeat is thoroughly enjoying himself.
"Pretty big bet, Chief," Nightbeat reflects when Xaaron makes his. He fumbles around in his pile of extraterrestrial chips, pulling out a microchip "One Mecannibal made mircochip, guaranteed to enhance the processing power of anything it's plugged into ten times over." He tosses it into the pile.
And for the record, he is aware of just where Mechannibal made goods come from. But, well, the case of how he got that is a story for another day...
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Boondocker
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Post by Boondocker on May 23, 2008 15:19:02 GMT -5
For now, Boondocker is content to sit back yet again, until something happens that catches his interests. Whoever's closest to him might be able to faintly hear his internal radio playing "Ace in the Hole".
---------- Skippable.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 25, 2008 14:03:18 GMT -5
Bluestreak does not look nearly so confident as he did last time. Emirate Xaaron can try to force him to fold and thereby remove an opponent, provided he doesn't fish into anything better.
Now, however, he simply shrugs to Bluestreak as if to say Oh, that's nothing,... and if perhaps Bluestreak does not feel the same same, if Bluestreak does not feel such a bet to be insignificant, he may wish to rethink his position.
It's hard to tell anything of Mirage.
At Pee-Dee's comment, he rubs his chin and replies, "I could. I didn't want to."
Nightbeat's wager draws a brief flicker of distaste from Emirate Xaaron.
"Now, to see what's on the table... my extra rations, for a week." Every Autobot is awarded a small extra bit to their ration, like the brownie in a MRE. They can drink it. They can save it. They can set it on fire if they want. Emirate Xaaron usually just sets his aside, but there are those here who might find it interesting. "If the table finds such a wager acceptable."
He fishes two cards out of hand to trade in, an utterly bored and jaded expression on his face.
OOC: Now is the time to trade in cards, yes? If not, erm, ignore that. I don't understand poker very well, and none of my usual explainers are around.
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Bluestreak
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Silence is golden, but the motormouth is silver...
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Post by Bluestreak on May 26, 2008 19:11:42 GMT -5
Bluestreak decides to see the current bet, sliding the chips into the center. "So... uh, what's a Meccanibal? I haven't heard of them, they're probably not from my universe."
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