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Still here, good luck with everything Dipper.
Bump, just making sure this didn't die, I would be a little upset since this has so much promise.
Basically, Scott got angry the game ended early so he kind of stormed off to go claim his bed. At least we didn't bet anything!
"Let's see how you play, big man."
Suddenly, Tide stood up, folding his hand. Scott felt a rushing sensation as he returned to reality. His expertly calculated hand would not get to see the light of day. No sense in continuing with only two players, and he'd be damned if he didn't get a top bunk before Tide and Erik did. Slapping his hand down on the table, he stood as well. "Well that was pointless," he said, the frustration he felt evident in the tone of his voice. Scooping up his briefcase from the floor, he made his way over to the ship and climbed up the ladder. As he grabbed the first rung he managed to grab the case by the handle with his teeth in order to free up his other hand for the task.
His first step into the ship's interior wasn't exactly as he expected it to be; in fact, it was somehow worse. The ship hardly looked capable of flight, let alone carry out a mission. But hey, what did he know? Scott had never operated any vehicle in his life, so who was he to judge the working condition of a ship he'd never flown in before? Mumbling this under his breath, he slowly sulked over to the men's quarters where he found Erik sleeping and Tide's belongings near the closest bed. Luckily, the top bunk above Erik was still open. "Dibs!" he called out loud, tossing his case onto the bed to signify his newly found ownership. "Don't touch my shit, got it?" he said in passing to Erik before leaving the room, already forgetting he was trying to sleep.
Suddenly, Tide stood up, folding his hand. Scott felt a rushing sensation as he returned to reality. His expertly calculated hand would not get to see the light of day. No sense in continuing with only two players, and he'd be damned if he didn't get a top bunk before Tide and Erik did. Slapping his hand down on the table, he stood as well. "Well that was pointless," he said, the frustration he felt evident in the tone of his voice. Scooping up his briefcase from the floor, he made his way over to the ship and climbed up the ladder. As he grabbed the first rung he managed to grab the case by the handle with his teeth in order to free up his other hand for the task.
His first step into the ship's interior wasn't exactly as he expected it to be; in fact, it was somehow worse. The ship hardly looked capable of flight, let alone carry out a mission. But hey, what did he know? Scott had never operated any vehicle in his life, so who was he to judge the working condition of a ship he'd never flown in before? Mumbling this under his breath, he slowly sulked over to the men's quarters where he found Erik sleeping and Tide's belongings near the closest bed. Luckily, the top bunk above Erik was still open. "Dibs!" he called out loud, tossing his case onto the bed to signify his newly found ownership. "Don't touch my shit, got it?" he said in passing to Erik before leaving the room, already forgetting he was trying to sleep.
I may as well post too, I'll make sure it doesn't conflict with anything Risty does.
Scott studied the others around the table, getting a sense of the hands they had. Then he looked at his own, decent at best. But luck is only half of the game, subterfuge and persuasion made up the other half. Just then Pascal spoke, asking about everyone's hometown. "He's got a poor hand, the first to speak always does," Scott thought to himself. As for the others, he'd have to make use of his... talents. He eyed Tide as he answered Pascal's question. Apparently he came from one of the outer rim colonies. Studying him, Scott's eyes began to change color ever so slightly, from the ordinary blue he was born with to more of an indigo/violet color. Tide's body began to split apart before him, moving around in various ways in his seat in a very wispy and illusory way, like the multiple versions of him were ghosts. Eventually, they became less sporadic and all of the "Tides" slowly fused back together, until there was just one copy left. It was leaning over the table slightly, as if studying something on it's surface. He then placed his own cards on the table and leaned back, before disappearing and leaving the real Tide behind. Tide was still speaking at this point, not much time had passed at all. Scott's eyes returned to their usual blue hue, and as he tried to make sense of his precognition he rubbed his forehead with his free hand.
"If Tide saw someone else's hand on the table, and then placed his hand down as well... If that person has a good hand then he probably folded, if the other hand was a fold then there's no way to tell the strength of Tide's hand." Erik then began to speak, and shortly afterward he placed his cards face-down on the table. He had folded, which lined up with Scott's second prediction. That was one hand out, and assuming Pascal's hand was less than spectacular the only unknown left was Tide's hand. Scott thought he heard the pilot saying something aloud to the whole crew, but he was far too invested in the game to pay attention. His forehead began to feel swollen, and he continued to rub the pain away. "Let's see how you play, big man."
"If Tide saw someone else's hand on the table, and then placed his hand down as well... If that person has a good hand then he probably folded, if the other hand was a fold then there's no way to tell the strength of Tide's hand." Erik then began to speak, and shortly afterward he placed his cards face-down on the table. He had folded, which lined up with Scott's second prediction. That was one hand out, and assuming Pascal's hand was less than spectacular the only unknown left was Tide's hand. Scott thought he heard the pilot saying something aloud to the whole crew, but he was far too invested in the game to pay attention. His forehead began to feel swollen, and he continued to rub the pain away. "Let's see how you play, big man."
Sorry I've been gone a while, will post soon.
EDIT: Done, curious to see how the game ends!
EDIT: Done, curious to see how the game ends!
I may be just as hyper as Scott right now, but if you guys think I'm posting too much or not allowing enough time for more people to post please say so.
Tide and Erik, after sharing some words with Scott, sat down to play cards. "Now, that's something I can get into," he thought to himself. After rushing to get here he was growing impatient and ready to leave at any time, much like the rest of the crew. Casually strolling over and grabbing a chair for himself he said to the two men, "Hey guys, looks like we got off on the wrong foot. Nerves gettin' to me, you guys get it, right?" Now he was sitting in his chair, arranged with the others in a square with one side missing. "So who's dealing?" Scott said, leaning forward in his seat and clasping his hands together. "I'm real good at Black Jack."
At this point he was just desperate for something to do, being idle for long periods of time with nothing specific to do caused more than just slight irritation for Scott. He didn't actually care if he offended these men earlier, or even if they became his enemies. His power was more than enough to handle any living threat he knew of, but it was also enough to destroy himself if atrophied. This was something Scott wanted to avoid at all costs. Heaven forbid if he showed weakness now, nobody would take him seriously and he'd be stuck with them for who knows how long.
At this point he was just desperate for something to do, being idle for long periods of time with nothing specific to do caused more than just slight irritation for Scott. He didn't actually care if he offended these men earlier, or even if they became his enemies. His power was more than enough to handle any living threat he knew of, but it was also enough to destroy himself if atrophied. This was something Scott wanted to avoid at all costs. Heaven forbid if he showed weakness now, nobody would take him seriously and he'd be stuck with them for who knows how long.
Risty said
"If you think any idiot can work a Drive Core - A SIGMA Core, no less, you don't know shit. Just because you are a Psyche addict doesn't mean you are smarter than anyone else."
As Risty approached him, Scott chuckled loudly and retorted sarcastically, "Actually princess, it means exactly that. And I'm definitely not addicted to that shit, last time I shot up was at least four months ago." Just as he finished speaking she checked him with her shoulder, walking past him without so much as a glance. "Tough girl, huh?" After a moment he held up his wrist to inspect it for the time, only to realize he wasn't wearing a watch. "Anybody got the time? I wanna get off this dump and into that dump as soon as possible," he said to the group as he pointed a thumb over his shoulder toward The Medusa.
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