[The pulsing aesthetic lights lining the inside roof and floorboard of the luxury car is what first makes his lids flutter. The sky is a lot different; he realizes it isn't a sky at all.

For a long moment, he lies there getting his bearings, and then he pushes himself into a lounging sit. The golden robe on him is terribly sheer; however, the body beneath it is not normal enough for embarrassment: indigo flesh mottled by golden flecks of harvested metal and interwoven with iridescent lines of periodically shimmering purple. There is no genitalia either, so he does not bother trying to pull the robe modestly over his thighs.

It isn't the blanket toga, but that's fine. His body is intact. He's brushing his peculiar fingers over the darkened splotch on the center of his chest when he realizes he is not in this car alone.]

Hello.

[This is what you say in greeting as an Eldritch horror messiah.]

[A hilarious game to play with him, truly. He rolls the dice over the backs of his fingers and catches them as they drop off the edge of his hand.

As scantily dressed as he had been initially, he is now in a more appropriate deep, navy suit. The only evidence of his eerie form are his strange hands and the creeping of the bizarre flesh up his neck into his hollow cheeks.

He offers the dice out to whoever may be brave enough to sit with him.]

Would you like to go first?

[Anyone wandering around with a sub card will be told there is someone with a dominant one waiting in one of the private rooms.

After going in, however, there is a hysterically waifish man waiting politely inside. He does make an amiable offering of showing his card: an ace of spades.

He peers at whatever companion has ventured in with a kaleidoscope pair of eyes, intense but not exactly emotive. He raises one strangely indigo hand, not in outstretched greeting, but a craving reach toward a face, a head.]

Join me. Let me know you.

[Time to take apart the card establishment without knocking the whole thing down.

Viktor is waiting for a partner, seeming somehow patient in the pursuit. He gestures toward the card house when one arrives.]

I do not mind who goes first.

[Feel free to wildcard me anywhere with anything! I'm super flexible. He doesn't really have genitalia in this form, so I kept it that way for more of a challenge, but let me know if you prefer something more defined to thread with. If you need to hash out anything, you can reply here, or PM me, and we can work another idea out.]