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Post by Mirage on May 27, 2008 20:35:18 GMT -5
Mirage shakes his head at Nightbeat's bet and Bluestreak's subsequent question. This will not end well. Tossing out the current chip bet, Mirage adds, "Also adding my own weekly bonus to the pot."
Mirage discards three of his cards. A risky move, perhaps, as it could signal a weak starting hand. Or it could be saying that he has a high pair, and is just fishing for maybe three of a kind or better.
Who knows? Mirage has decided that silence is the better part of valor this time and is just watching and listening to the others.
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Post by Pee-Dee on May 28, 2008 21:05:48 GMT -5
... Ooooh!
Pee-Dee has a bad habit of grabbing things out of the pot that she wants to look at. Right now, she snatches up the microchip and brings it up for a closer look. "Mechannibal-made? Never heard of them, but I can make some pretty good guesses. Ooh, nice universal pin-arrangement."
She carefully sets it back out on top of the other bets, smiling covetously at it.
"However, since we're starting high-stakes pretty early..." She pushes in the amount of chips to see the current bet, guestimating how much Xaaron and Nightbeat's bets are worth. Then she slides her index finger into her mouth, still eying that microchip with a certain covetousness.
Crunch.
Pee-Dee pulls her hand away, revealing the stump of her finger bitten off at the base. With two intact fingers on her maimed hand, she pulls out the digit and sets it in the pot. "I use Rigel Empire Class-Two dreadnaught warp-core servos in my fingers. Last through nearly anything, and they're very fine."
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Nightbeat
Minor
Lord High Instructor, Duke of Snack
Cybertron's Greatest Detective
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Post by Nightbeat on May 29, 2008 19:22:03 GMT -5
Nightbeat looks over to Bluestreak, putting on his best street grin, the kind used for dropping the bomb on a perp that he knew that they knew and more. "They're whatta ya call 'em... parts traders, I guess. Real gourmands too. The latter kinda leads to the former."
"Glad you like it dollface," he says with a grin when Pee-Dee expresses her appreciation. This quickly turns into a frown when she pops off her own finger. "You are one ditzy dame, you know that?"
He considers his own pile, adding some chips first to match the bet, then selecting a shard of crystaline material. "The only surviving piece of the Malteasan Thunderhawk."
He makes a small adjustment to his own hand as well.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 30, 2008 16:33:29 GMT -5
This night is probably being educational to Bluestreak in all the wrong ways.
Mirage is either taking a risk or trying to improve a pair. He's being much quieter than he was prior.
Pee-Dee is... seriously into this game. He raises an optical ridge. Emirate Xaaron is just going to take it on faith that she can procure herself a new finger of a quality such that her combat effectiveness won't be hampered if she doesn't get that finger back.
Then, he brings a hand up to rub his face. Emirate Xaaron has no idea what females are, but the fact that Nightbeat seems to go out of his way to pick on Pee-Dee because she is one seems to be a bit worrisome. Why, one might as well want to kill all the robots wearing funny red symbols...
After all, he comes from a culture wherein severing one's own hand to pour out fuel for ceremonial purposes is acceptable. It's not like her biting off her finger is exactly weird, just a bit... intense. He wouldn't call it ditzy, though.
Hnn.
Emirate Xaaron does not need to be evaluating moral systems and the unfairness of discrimination at the moment. He needs to play poker. He considers his new cards, reshuffles his hand, and put the cards back on the table, face down, one hand rested over them. He pushes over the matching chips and adds, "I'll take one of my free shifts and clean the room of the winner. Alternatively, I'll assist decoration as the winner sees fit."
Someone wants a rusted hovercar hauled into the room and cut into chairs? He can help.
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Bluestreak
Rookie
Silence is golden, but the motormouth is silver...
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Post by Bluestreak on May 30, 2008 23:08:10 GMT -5
"Parts traders, eh? But how does being a gourmand relate to... oh." Bluestreak's mouth hangs slightly open in shock as he realizes what Nightbeat's getting at.
"Uh... raise by five?" Bluestreak pushes out his chips, not eager to start new conversation.
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Post by Mirage on Jun 2, 2008 23:39:50 GMT -5
Mirage did not improve his hand. In fact, it is perhaps worse than before. Lovely.
His optics widen a bit as Pee-Dee so casually offers up her own body part as her bet. How on Cybertron do you cover a bet like that? Mirage is pondering that very question, when he slightly tilts his head to one side, taking on the slightly distracted look of one taking a radio call. A regretful smile, and Mirage mucks his cards.
"I'm afraid I must bow out for the evening. Duty calls and all that rot. I do hope the game continues to be interesting for you all, and that you don't let Bluestreak take the plating off your backs."
He carefully gathers up all his chits that are not in the pot. After catching any good nights or good byes, Mirage stands and heads out.
OOC: out unless stopped. The one thread's been going on for over a month and with everything going on in RL, I'm just a bit tired. No slight meant to anyone and I enjoyed the RP. Sorry for cutting out.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jun 6, 2008 13:51:18 GMT -5
"Maltesean Thunderhawk? Any relation to the Maltese Falcon?" Pee-Dee studies her hand with the addition of her two new cards. She tilts her head up to study that microchip.
Then Mirage bows out. Pee-Dee gives him a woebegone expression, then shrugs. "Have fun, Mirage!"
Sure, he'd put his foot in his mouth. That didn't make him a bad person. And Wreck-Gar had carefully explained to her that she should only really hold grudges against bad people, or other people might call her judgment into question.
"Hmm..." Then she shrugs and sets her cards aside in a fan. "Fold."
That said, she takes out her tools, some scrap from her back, a small plastic box of particular components that you just couldn't get anywhere else, and starts replacing her finger.
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