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EVENS
EVENS: NEW CHARACTERS
Music plays. Instrumental, the tune gentle enough not to disturb peaceful rest. The sudden insistent beep of the Watch is a cutting cacophony across an otherwise sweet lullaby. Upon opening their eyes, new arrivals will quickly discover that something is wrong. The quilt snug across their body is weighty. Crystals glint in a weave of embroidery and cotton shimmers with threads of silver. Dozens of decorative pillows surround the bed. The gauzy curtains of the canopied bed are drawn, obscuring the rest of the room.
Extravagant for a kidnapping. Too extravagent. What’s more, these new guests will find something even stranger than this new diamond-studded suite tucked into bed beside them. Someone else. Who are they, what are they wearing? What happened last night?!
Guests are encouraged to explore the resort from here! There are paper maps available for those who would like and staff are happy to recommend locations if they have any preferences. Enjoy your honeymoon, you lovebirds!
ODDS
ODDS: SPECIAL RE-ARRIVAL
Never trust a hallway in the Golden peacock.
Cross the wrong threshold and time begins to slow. A short hallway becomes long, sheds its doors, only leading to turns without end. Guests too eager to explore the resort have gotten lost before. For how long always varies, dependent upon capriciousness of the resort. Hours? Yes. Years? Yes. Every guest caught in the winding hallways has reported the same thing: time is different there and too difficult to discern.
Some wayward guests have been caught in the endless hallways since the FIRST TDM. Weeks pass before a single doorway appears in the distance. It creaks upon opening before everything goes topsy-turvy. These guests have been let out of a trap door in the depths of Crane's Respite.
All water corridors will eventually lead back to the populated areas of Crane's Respite. The waters are warm, the scent of bath salts returns, and staff are wild with joy at finally finding all of you. They have been beside themselves searching ever since you vanished!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Because we love all of the new characters premiering on this TDM, we kindly request that our Evens prompt be top level exclusive for new characters. Current characters are encouraged to tag in to these prompts with the caveat that they’ve been picked up from their assigned suite (or wherever else they were before) and dumped into the new arrival’s bed. We would like for new characters to have this prompt unique to their top level comments!
▶ Players are welcome to have their current character riff off of these prompts in the log community with the exclusion of the new arrival element. This request is just for TDM top levels.
▶ Current characters and new characters are both welcome to freely mess around with the Odds prompt with the exclusion of the arrival element. For new characters, players may participate with the idea that their character is exploring Crane’s Respite after their unique arrival in the Evens prompt. The Odds arrival element may also be utilized by current player characters who may have been on an unofficial hiatus in January and did not tag as much as they would have liked, to explain any long IC absence.
▶ Octopi may be killed. If a character decides to eat one of the octopi they may find themselves taking on some of its traits. Which traits are up to player discretion.
ELEVATORS
ELEVATORS
The house has recently ordered a full changeout of art in all high traffic areas. The elevators in particular have received special attention with many different famous artworks and portraits studded to the walls for guests to admire. These artworks are treasures of the modern world that one would typically see behind glass at a museum. Guests may even find works from their own world hanging in the elevators. Even famous works that maybe have been lost to time. So this is where they ended up. Is that Vermeer's The Concert?
Guests may find their elevator suddenly stopping without warning. The portraits on the wall stir, curiously studying them, but there are three main portraits calling the shots. The portrait that controls that particular elevator will make their demands known with the threat that, if they are not obeyed, you will be trapped forever.
Elevators will function after the portrait's demands are met. Guests that hold out and refuse may find themselves trapped upwards of twelve hours. Guests with the ability to do so may crawl out of the top emergency door, free to go wherever they want from there.
GREAT TIT!
GREAT TIT!
Great Tit! is the Golden Peacock’s popular dessert bar and cafe. With its bright pops of color and whimsical treats, guests simply can’t resist stopping in for a butt shaped cookie and hazelnut coffee. After catching wind that the resort has decided to celebrate a dessert shop's most lucrative holiday, Great Tit! is ready to impress the masses. Advertisements for limited edition drinks and desserts rain the main lobby; one can’t go three steps without slipping on a neon pink coupon for 10 percent off nipple buns. Guests that decide to pass by the cafe will find themselves assaulted with confetti cannons and eager employees ushering them inside.
Guests will find a temporary communal shower room upon exiting Great Tit! where they can wash off after a fun day of rolling around in sugar. All guests will be gifted a tee branded with a, CHOCOLATE IS MY LOVER logo.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ This portraits prompt has been triggered by several characters expressing interest in and investigating the lore of the resort paintings. This is just dipping a beginning toe in, but congrats to all for poking around!
▶ Portraits in the elevator should not be destroyed, purely for continuity’s sake. If a character would go far enough to attack one of the portraits, the portrait will slap them back with ghostly power.
▶ Characters may also figure other ways out of the elevator if they have specific abilities to do so. While the portraits can control the elevators, they cannot control your character(s). Any destruction to the elevator itself is liable to result in a rush of security dragging the culprit(s) away to the Iron Net.
▶ Great Tit! is running a massive sale! Even characters who are on the broke end of the spectrum will be able to afford to join in on the fun and indulge in sugar at these prices.
▶ Players are encouraged to make up any other elements for the Hall of Chocolate. If it’s a dessert and edible, it’s there. Enjoy your sugar coma!
▶ While the chocolate boxes are ICly limited due to Alessandro’s skills as a chocolatier, this is only an IC mechanic. There is no OOC limitation on this prompt as far as chocolate rarity goes.
THE NEST
ALICE AND THE PARROTS
Fashion boutiques are a dime a dozen in the Nest. The shopping hub is massive, lined with stores all trying to aggressively appeal to guests. A challenge in itself — but the guests of the Golden Peacock are no ordinary people. Used to being pampered and fed excitement, if these boutiques don’t bust their bottoms to appeal to the fickle nature of their patrons, they won’t be in business for much longer! One particular boutique, Alice and the Parrots, is riding winds of romantic thrill and churning out a couple of brand new fashion lines sure to draw in loads of chips.
Guests are welcome to try on clothes in Alice and the Parrots' dressing rooms. These dressing rooms are small and can only accommodate two people sharing at a time. Such is the life of a small boutique store. Sharing is no big deal, right? And there’s no way you can buy clothing this expensive without giving it a test first.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players are encouraged to make up whatever cute outfits they would like for this prompt.
▶ Wedding clothes do not have to be cute and frilly; this section accommodates tastes of everyone.
▶ Alice and the Parrots is more expensive than Love Dove. Their clothing quality is excellent but their price tags are high. Staff may watch low ranks extra diligently to cut off any stealing. Thieves will be chased by NPC security! Anyone caught gets a day in the Iron Net.
CASINO CHAPEL
CASINO FLOOR
A Pop up Chapel has appeared in the Phoenix Casino. Guests are delighting in playing out weddings and pretending to get married — and a few guests are even tying the knot for real. They aren't worried about the sanctity of marriage; they can divorce tomorrow if they get bored of each other. And everyone knows that getting married doesn't mean you can't fuck whoever you want!
Since the resort isn't keeping track of how many marriages a guest has, all guests are encouraged to marry as many people as they would like. The more the merrier!
Wild wedding events will continue all throughout the month of February, until the guests find it's gotten stale. A divorce rush will round out the fun at the end of the month.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Weddings are not legally binding. Birdvis is not registered as a real officiant, but he does have an excellent beak and pompadour.
▶ Prizes from easy mode slot machines are automatic and do not require mod thumbs up to claim.
▶ Chip prize from difficult mode slot machines is automatic. The special prize is 5 reward points to add to your bank on rewards. Players who wish to claim the special prize should link the finished thread (the kink in question has been completed) under their rewards header with the header, Wedding Slot Machine. If you do any combination of 6/6 (finger hand lol) we ask you somehow make this sexy or involve a climax in order to claim the points.
BLANKET CW: Aphrodisiac; Compulsion; Costumes; Dubcon; Entrapment; Foodplay; Gambling; Lingerie; Matrimony; Tentacles; NSFW Images and Language; NTR; Nudity; Roleplay; Sacrilegious Themes
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's February event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Please make sure to review the arrival prompt notes! Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are priority and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread anyway!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Thank you for spending Valentine's Day with us! You're our sweetheart this year. 💕
[ it is a truth universally acknowledged that a sigonian in possession of any free time whatsoever must be in want of something to sell.
the observation is neither novel nor interesting; but you might say the same for the ongoing commercial swarm. ratio -- now three hours past the tiresome epiphanies and obligatory mental breakdowns that come with waking into an alternate dimension where genius and dignity have no meaning, and everything's powered by fucking -- weighs his options, his chin tipped onto a hand, one foot ticking idly beneath the table.
( two facts of lesser import and greater meaning: one -- his table's clear, courtesy of a seller who'd managed to clear out all of her wares within five minutes of settling into the slot. two -- aventurine's table isn't. which means - )
he allows his gaze to drift over. ]
Try again. You lack the eloquence to use philosophy in a sales pitch.
[ ah, aventurine thinks, it really is a shame that the good doctor hasn't his usual bust. there's something here to be said about how the contours of the mask reveals more than it hides, the cosmic irony of it lending humanity through a facsimile of marble and stone to ratio's usual severity. it softens the taut pull of ratio's proud jaw, the sharp-edged frown lines painted red in the flaring pinions of spread-winged owls. aventurine likes ratio's bust in the same way that he likes the scent of the earth after rain, the same way he likes the buttersmooth lilt of a good waltz, the way he likes the kiss of a knife slipping in between the third and fourth ribs at dusk.
ratio's gaze drifts over and moors solidly in aventurine's business. aventurine's smile lilts in the way of innocence found only in newborn puppies and seasoned conmen. the way he lifts his hand, palm up in a show of evidently trustworthy innocence, is entirely for show. ]
Ouch. [ aventurine winces. ] You've a way of engaging in conversation that makes me feel as if I'd walk away with a strip of my skin torn clean off. Have you considered that I wasn't trying particularly hard because you lack appreciation for sales pitches?
[ unfortunately, the narration is incapable of responding with metaphors or paragraphs in kind, because aventurine is not the kind of man who warrants entire lines of a genius's attention.
he does, however, spare a glint's grim longing for his bust. ]
Words worthy of a man with aspirations no higher than rank P44.
Now you're just being mean. I'd have to do something terribly out of character to be demoted that far. Perhaps failing to liquidate an entire planet, or sell you a defective box of chocolates.
[ aventurine is openly grinning, however, as he leans back in the stolid shade of his parasol. from the still-churning throngs of people mired in the treadmill of capitalism comes a resounding crack. the fist-fight that follows is entirely gauche. he spares it a glance, and then tips his chin back ratio's way. ] Say, you're bored, aren't you? Play a game with me.
[ the implicit premise to the exchange: that their pursuits here are subordinate to their acknowledgement of qlipoth's hierarchy -- and so, that aventurine does, in fact, anticipate his own return to the ipc.
it should have been his answer regardless -- but what fool would put their faith in the self-preservatory instincts of a gambler? at the very least, it's a useful demarcation of his current status and assumptions. ]
Even you should know better than to start with a presumption.
[ but then - ]
Name the stakes.
[ this is, after all, aventurine. ]
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Is it really a presumption when you're obviously neither here for the crowd nor for me?
[ but this makes it easy, aventurine thinks. there's something dangerous about it being easy. the mortifying ordeal of being known is but another way of weighing advantage against disadvantage, the tipping of a pair of weighted scales towards the ease of doing business versus the open free-fall of uninsured value. it follows, then, that you couldn't even on a good day call a man like ratio easy.
aventurine lets the serrated edge of his red and white casino chip fall back into his open palm. it vanishes into the folds of his fingers. ]
If I come out the winner, you'll hand-feed me chocolate.
[ aventurine laughs. the chip flickers in and out of the valleys of his fingers, before it spins out from the spider's flare of his other hand. it goes spinning across his table, dancing in an arc towards its centre. ]
Then you had better win. I'll make it worth your while, after all, as I always do. Name your prize in turn. Or [ his lashes dip into the purple hallucination of his pupils, ] did you want me to feed you?
[ a showman's words, a showman's gesture. only an idiot would believe in one or the other; but that's not to say that there's nothing worthwhile to be read in their arrangement.
in the momentary lull, he weighs his options. ]
To discuss prizes with any certainty, we'll need to confirm that you have anything to offer.
[ he leans over. two fingers snap the token flat against the tabletop. his gaze lifts to aventurine's face, unfaltering. ]
[ ratio's fingers snap out. the careening token is brought to heel beneath the press of his fingers, the click of plastic against wood ringing of finality. that's the thing, aventurine thinks, as the dip of his gaze meets the golden lancelet of ratio's gaze - the bust had made the imperious weight of his faraway gaze seem bearable, human.
in turn, aventurine flickers up his fingers. he waggles his right hand side to side. ]
You call it confirmation, professor, but I call it asking for a freebie.
[ aventurine leans in. the lazy curve of his smile could fit in the bare inch of space between the jut of aventurine's elbow and the outline of ratio's fingers. in that sliver of a gap, aventurine continues: ]
Besides, given the nature of the question and the way that big brain of yours works, you already know that the answer won't confirm or deny anything that you haven't thought of already. Rather, here's my freebie to you: ask me with whom I woke up in bed.
[ translation: aventurine's well-aware that they're in his element, and he won't be useful for anything but gossip unless the game's played on his terms.
You are good. [ says aventurine, in a way entirely meant to be patronising. the token vanishes into ratio's palm. aventurine leans back, and grins. ] See? We're meant to do business together after all. I know what questions you want to ask. There is a suspicion of yours that I can confirm for you.
[ aventurine reaches out with his hand. with the gentle caress of a cat's wending tail, a single moment's reprieve on a cool, autumn day, those fingers skim the line of ratio's jaw. from behind ratio's ear, aventurine's fingers pull free the serrated edge of a red and white chip.
[ the worst part: that it's so exhaustively predictable. a salesman's approach never varies -- he may change a word or two, the timbre of his voice, where his hand falls as he seals the bargain. but the essentials are unfaltering: an offer, a victim, and a price.
the chip vanishes and reappears, as befits a prop. a flicker acknowledges the performance, and dismisses it. a hand closes over aventurine's wrist. if his eyes rove, following the line of his bare arm -- there's nothing in the ray of his gaze which suggests desire. ]
If I win, [ precisely - ] you'll proposition someone of my choosing within 24 hours of instruction.
[ that's the thing, with ratio, aventurine thinks. the golden lancelet of his judgment documents the length of aventurine's arm with the impersonal precision of a field surveyor approaching the orbit of a newborn planet. in that cloud of molten rock and gasses lies the potential for extraction. they don't send poets to survey. they send machines. beneath the sanctity of that gaze, aventurine is nothing, becomes nothing, has always been nothing.
he grins. the flicker of his mouth is like the tailend dance of a signature line in looping cursive. ]
An unopened box of chocolate, and only if you'll be watching.
[ aventurine laughs. ratio folds himself back into his seat the way a gavel would, a thunderclap of wood and block with the weight of untenable tradition.
aventurine takes back his wrist. the red and white chip disappears once more into the folds of his fingers. he takes the opportunity to prop his chin on his upraised hand, his slant sideways glance petering out over the still-surging crowd. ]
Really? And here I thought you tailor-made that loss to be enjoyable. [ saccharine, and entirely insincere: ] Since you went out of your way to do so, I simply wanted to make it enjoyable for you, too.
one point, he might say to anyone else. but a man would be better served by sticking his arm into a lion's starving maw before tendering encouragement to an ipc jackal. ]
I won't repeat myself.
[ to wit: that there's no need to play stupid. but before the transparency of that pivot becomes too obvious - ]
[ hook, line, aventurine thinks - but not quite sinker. never quite yet. ratio is not so much fish as he is a ship of his own making, and aventurine has never been interested in diverting the movements of natural disasters. but this is them on a languid day operating on stakes so low that they might as well not exist, and aventurine has already gotten two of the things he wanted.
his fingers, empty, flicker out to the crowd still-pushing their way forward. ]
It's simple. A game, really. We each take turns picking someone from the ring of looker-ons. Through their mannerisms and deduction alone, we match them to the person they're waiting for in the bloodbath as they struggle for that ill-fated promised box of chocolates. Best out of five. You know how it goes.
[ another silence follows, radiant with dislike of an entirely different kind.
(it's one thing to make plain his own tastes and standards, another to have them known -- and a separate dimension entirely for aventurine to assemble them like cards to a hand.
azidoazide azide, he thinks, because a petty corporate gambler isn't worth profanity or a chemically accurate insult.)
outwardly, what registers: the tick of his brows, a dour little hook at one corner of his mouth as his head tips in thought. ]
A point to your opponent if your chosen participant leaves unmatched.
[ aventurine, whose rock-steady smile is certainly not being called chemically and explosively into question, merely cants his head. ratio carefully closes a loophole. it is in his nature to find gaps and head them off, the alacrity of his mind racing against the pitfalls of reality - and winning. that was the thing, with the intelligentsia. the ipc valued them because reality always sprinted to catch up to what they were pursuing. but even amongst the intelligentsia, ratio is an exception.
the little tick of his brows, the way the moue of his lips dip. aventurine documents what he is allowed to see, and in turn, lets the hallucination of his sigonian eyes curve. ]
Deal. [ his fingers flicker. the white-and-red chip dances across his knuckles. he tips his head back towards ratio. ] I'd offer to flip for who goes first, but you wouldn't trust it, coming from me. Will you do the honours, professor?
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i ain't reading all that.
the observation is neither novel nor interesting; but you might say the same for the ongoing commercial swarm. ratio -- now three hours past the tiresome epiphanies and obligatory mental breakdowns that come with waking into an alternate dimension where genius and dignity have no meaning, and everything's powered by fucking -- weighs his options, his chin tipped onto a hand, one foot ticking idly beneath the table.
( two facts of lesser import and greater meaning: one -- his table's clear, courtesy of a seller who'd managed to clear out all of her wares within five minutes of settling into the slot. two -- aventurine's table isn't. which means - )
he allows his gaze to drift over. ]
Try again. You lack the eloquence to use philosophy in a sales pitch.
what good is ur degree????
ratio's gaze drifts over and moors solidly in aventurine's business. aventurine's smile lilts in the way of innocence found only in newborn puppies and seasoned conmen. the way he lifts his hand, palm up in a show of evidently trustworthy innocence, is entirely for show. ]
Ouch. [ aventurine winces. ] You've a way of engaging in conversation that makes me feel as if I'd walk away with a strip of my skin torn clean off. Have you considered that I wasn't trying particularly hard because you lack appreciation for sales pitches?
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he does, however, spare a glint's grim longing for his bust. ]
Words worthy of a man with aspirations no higher than rank P44.
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[ aventurine is openly grinning, however, as he leans back in the stolid shade of his parasol. from the still-churning throngs of people mired in the treadmill of capitalism comes a resounding crack. the fist-fight that follows is entirely gauche. he spares it a glance, and then tips his chin back ratio's way. ] Say, you're bored, aren't you? Play a game with me.
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it should have been his answer regardless -- but what fool would put their faith in the self-preservatory instincts of a gambler? at the very least, it's a useful demarcation of his current status and assumptions. ]
Even you should know better than to start with a presumption.
[ but then - ]
Name the stakes.
[ this is, after all, aventurine. ]
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[ but this makes it easy, aventurine thinks. there's something dangerous about it being easy. the mortifying ordeal of being known is but another way of weighing advantage against disadvantage, the tipping of a pair of weighted scales towards the ease of doing business versus the open free-fall of uninsured value. it follows, then, that you couldn't even on a good day call a man like ratio easy.
aventurine lets the serrated edge of his red and white casino chip fall back into his open palm. it vanishes into the folds of his fingers. ]
If I come out the winner, you'll hand-feed me chocolate.
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Then you had better win. I'll make it worth your while, after all, as I always do. Name your prize in turn. Or [ his lashes dip into the purple hallucination of his pupils, ] did you want me to feed you?
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in the momentary lull, he weighs his options. ]
To discuss prizes with any certainty, we'll need to confirm that you have anything to offer.
[ he leans over. two fingers snap the token flat against the tabletop. his gaze lifts to aventurine's face, unfaltering. ]
Tell me how you arrived.
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in turn, aventurine flickers up his fingers. he waggles his right hand side to side. ]
You call it confirmation, professor, but I call it asking for a freebie.
[ aventurine leans in. the lazy curve of his smile could fit in the bare inch of space between the jut of aventurine's elbow and the outline of ratio's fingers. in that sliver of a gap, aventurine continues: ]
Besides, given the nature of the question and the way that big brain of yours works, you already know that the answer won't confirm or deny anything that you haven't thought of already. Rather, here's my freebie to you: ask me with whom I woke up in bed.
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translation (sparknotes edition): trite, tiresome, tedious.
he picks up the token. his weight doesn't shift back. ]
One of your cloying coworkers, I would assume.
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[ aventurine reaches out with his hand. with the gentle caress of a cat's wending tail, a single moment's reprieve on a cool, autumn day, those fingers skim the line of ratio's jaw. from behind ratio's ear, aventurine's fingers pull free the serrated edge of a red and white chip.
he smiles. ]
I'll make it worth your while. So play with me.
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the chip vanishes and reappears, as befits a prop. a flicker acknowledges the performance, and dismisses it. a hand closes over aventurine's wrist. if his eyes rove, following the line of his bare arm -- there's nothing in the ray of his gaze which suggests desire. ]
If I win, [ precisely - ] you'll proposition someone of my choosing within 24 hours of instruction.
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he grins. the flicker of his mouth is like the tailend dance of a signature line in looping cursive. ]
An unopened box of chocolate, and only if you'll be watching.
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What was it that you Intelligentsia people called it? Subject permanence?
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[ on cue, he drops aventurine's wrist. his arms fold as he sinks back into his seat. ]
You realise that a loss, by definition, isn't meant to be enjoyable.
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aventurine takes back his wrist. the red and white chip disappears once more into the folds of his fingers. he takes the opportunity to prop his chin on his upraised hand, his slant sideways glance petering out over the still-surging crowd. ]
Really? And here I thought you tailor-made that loss to be enjoyable. [ saccharine, and entirely insincere: ] Since you went out of your way to do so, I simply wanted to make it enjoyable for you, too.
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one point, he might say to anyone else. but a man would be better served by sticking his arm into a lion's starving maw before tendering encouragement to an ipc jackal. ]
I won't repeat myself.
[ to wit: that there's no need to play stupid. but before the transparency of that pivot becomes too obvious - ]
Make your pitch. You have five minutes.
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his fingers, empty, flicker out to the crowd still-pushing their way forward. ]
It's simple. A game, really. We each take turns picking someone from the ring of looker-ons. Through their mannerisms and deduction alone, we match them to the person they're waiting for in the bloodbath as they struggle for that ill-fated promised box of chocolates. Best out of five. You know how it goes.
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(it's one thing to make plain his own tastes and standards, another to have them known -- and a separate dimension entirely for aventurine to assemble them like cards to a hand.
azidoazide azide, he thinks, because a petty corporate gambler isn't worth profanity or a chemically accurate insult.)
outwardly, what registers: the tick of his brows, a dour little hook at one corner of his mouth as his head tips in thought. ]
A point to your opponent if your chosen participant leaves unmatched.
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the little tick of his brows, the way the moue of his lips dip. aventurine documents what he is allowed to see, and in turn, lets the hallucination of his sigonian eyes curve. ]
Deal. [ his fingers flicker. the white-and-red chip dances across his knuckles. he tips his head back towards ratio. ] I'd offer to flip for who goes first, but you wouldn't trust it, coming from me. Will you do the honours, professor?
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I don't remember being notified that our collaboration was at an end.
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Colour me surprised. And here I thought you would insist that a new venue comes with new rules.
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