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ANY CAR IN A STORM
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Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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[ that would be it. one unfortunate toss of the dice and they'd be met with a result truly absurd, like sniffing something... indecent. rejecting the roll is always an option, however. though, it isn't nearly as disadvantageous for mona to refuse than it is ishmael. new arrivals do need to start building funds; mona already has a healthy stash of chips due to her own endeavors.
anyway, her current game partner is right on another thing, too. they're trapped here. ]
Then, from one hostage to another, I do hope you roll satisfactorily.
[ and there it goes. this won't be requiring any clothes being removed. ]
...Hmm. [ mona unconsciously touches her neck, and then gives a nod. ] That's fine. I don't mind.
[ that's right. this woman must've been forced to do these games for a while now. just because one is used to such affairs does not mean they have to like it. especially right now, when mona is about to be kissed by someone who she barely knows, someone who literally just got here.
nothing ishmael can do about that now. that's that, and this is this. ]
Okay, then. Give me a moment.
[ she stands up from her seat and moves over to mona's side. hope she doesn't mind it if ishmael moves her hair aside to expose her neck, pausing in slight hesitation before leaning in to press her lips onto the crook of the other woman's neck, a small kiss before biting in and suck deep enough to leave a mark. \
as always, ishmael is rather efficient to a fault, even in times like these; the last thing she wants is to do it all again if she somehow impresses the onlookers and mona herself. ]
[ truthfully, despite the know-all air mona puts on, she still does get embarrassed. that can be said now, her head moving somewhat to the side to allow ishmael closer proximity to the slender curve of her neck. she's anticipating the other woman's touch so intently that she accidentally shivers from the brush of her own hair.
her eyes briefly close as ishmael leans in, and then... soft lips. they're felt for only a moment before they're quickly joined by enamel, a firm, slightly slick bite taking place.
mona's brows furrow, but she endures it. this is fine. ignore the blush. ]
...I suppose I will be reminded of you in the morning.
[ it's not until she pulls away and hearing mona's flirty quip that ishmael realizes that -- she just did that. she really just leaned in and left a hickey on an unfamiliar woman's neck like she's done it before when in actuality, she doesn't remember the last time she did something that intimate. her first tryst might as well have been forgettable, a little experiment just to feel something at the time (read: she did not feel anything). but now...
well, it's still more or less the same. they're still strangers at the end of the day, after all. yet a slight blush can't help but blossom across her seemingly neutral expression anyway. seems that a hardened (former) sailor is also not immune to such frivolities. ]
Don't mention it. Seriously. [ clears throat. ahem. ] Shall we proceed?
[ good, good. ishmael completed one task already. mona will see the blemish tomorrow, but by then, she will likely be too exhausted from all the activity the prior day that she won't be too fussed. perhaps a fresh, steaming cup of tea and a pleasant breakfast will be at the forefront of her mind.
(this is a lie. nothing is more embarrassing than seeing remnants of a tryst.) ]
I will roll for us. [ mona retrieves the dice, and then lightly tosses them onto the table. the result is— ] ...I see.
No, I don't think you have to. [ that sure is an ishmael ass she's looking at. not only that, this woman is taller then her, so mona feels like a lecher staring from down here. this is a first for her. ] I'll be quick.
[ alright. let's just...
she stands up to join ishmael's side, pauses briefly, and then reaches out to close her fingers around a bit of tush.
[ okay whew because she wasn't wearing a dress and it'd be weird even for this place if she just starts stripping off her pants for something as benign as pinching asses.
she just stands there, unfeeling, before canting her head to her side. ]
[ listen, mona is a catalyst user and all of her combat skills are strictly magic-based. she doesn't have a lot of arm strength! but maybe she should start building up some. there are a few... activities that could benefit from it.
cough. anyways. ]
It must count or I won't win this round, you know.
[ due to ishmael refusing the initial round, winning this one will amount in two wins. mona will succeed! in fact, she's already scrunching up her face in her determination, reaching out with a surer hand than before.
...and rather than only taking a small amount of booty between her fingers, mona opts for pinching that entire stretch of pale, freckly skin. PINCH. ]
[ OKAY NOW IT HURTS it's enough to get ishmael to jump slightly, at least. ]
Ow, okay, I get it! My bad for underestimating you...
[ her poor tush... she rubs at it with her hand before sitting down. at least it doesn't hurt too much like this. her pain tolerance may be rather high due to the hundred of times she's died under limbus company's employ, but still. ]
Anyway, it's my turn, right?
[ she gives the dice a good shake and lets it go. a 5 and a 2. im on mobile so please trust me 🥺 ]
[ mona resumes her seat as ishmael does, her hands coming forward to rest patiently in her lap as she awaits the next toss of the dice. everything has been going well so far, so she's in high hopes that there will be a win coming up within the next handful of rounds. though, maybe it's bad luck to be anticipating a hefty sum of chips; mona is nothing but cautious of the sharp veers fate can take.
when the dice clatters to a still and the result is visible, her cheeks swell. ]
I won't stop you. At the very least, my thighs can be considered a charm point.
[ well, this prompt is tame enough. no room for petty revenge here. ishmael is going to get right into it, placing her hand on mona's thigh and gently sliding her fingers up and down, her palm coarse and rough to the touch. ]
[ rather than soft, smooth skin, these hands are relatively worn. they cause a bit of friction as ishmael gropes her thigh, callouses rough and uneven. mona doesn't particularly mind; she can discern that this woman has done some handiwork. ]
It is a pleasure to meet you, Ishmael. [ yes, even despite the unusual circumstances. ] I am Mona Megistus, meaning the Great Astrologist Mona.
[ unlike ishmael's nonchalant shrug, she proudly squares her shoulders. ]
[ it's a pleasure, quite literally. ishmael pulls her worn-out hand from mona's thigh and just... keeps them to herself for now. she's going to need a bit of an intermission before they proceed, especially when mona mentions something very much unfamiliar to her. ]
[ said succinctly, like it's the most obvious thing in the world: ]
Of course.
[ and to mona, it is.
she resettles in her chair now that ishmael has taken a step back, one leg crossing over the other as she coolly brushes back her pigtail. should it not be obvious already, this topic has reinforced mona's prideful nature, visibly expecting awe. ]
[ should ishmael be impressed? because she just blinks slowly at mona's showboating like she's seen it all before. confidence is well and good and all, but after everything she went through in the Great Lake, she's decided that she don't trust like that. at least not right away, when she's still very much new here. ]
Does that mean you knew we were going to be paired up for this?
[ ...is what she says, sure. however, mona follows it up with some cheekiness. ]
Though, it is something I've considered doing before.
[ predicting her partner, the rolls, the winner—they're all within her capabilities. it isn't really gambling if you can predict the future. but mona does not want to start off on the wrong foot... even if she's been scolded for using her power without permission once before. ]
Well, thanks for not using it in this round, I guess. It probably wouldn't be as much fun if you can predict what's coming.
[ and the fact that mona can just do that at any time yet chose not to has earned her some points in ishmael's book. at least there's one other person here who wouldn't fuck her over despite having the power to do so. probably. ]
Still, I'm curious -- does that mean you know which among us is going to win this round?
[ the dice has been pretty nice to them so far, so maybe ishmael has a chance...... ]
permission to use her powers, milord?? i'll rng but you know
[ which is speak for, 'why, yes, of course.' she'll just need to whip out her scryglass for this. not an issue at all. thankfully, mona restored its powers a few months ago; if she were without them, then she'd have to...
...find a cup of water somewhere. which she had to do earlier into her stay.
if you're thinking that is lame, you'd be right. ]
[ with a flourish of her hand, a glimmering, watery disk expands in front of her, its surface rippling and sending a few stray droplets of water onto the floor. once it has stretched to a reasonable length, a few symbols and glyphs appear. the average astrologist would take a minimum of two weeks to decipher and read them, but mona is anything but average.
she reaches out with her fingers to trace over the water. then, a hum. ]
Oh, lucky me. It would appear that I was fated to win.
[ ishmael's fascinated with the disc mona brings out, reminding her of a certain E.G.O gift in the mirror dungeons that she and the others would come across every now and then. she narrows her eyes, trying to puzzle out how the great astrologist herself is going to do her magic --
only to frown when she makes her prediction. ]
Huh? Did you even try? You're just saying that to let my guard down, aren't you?
[ wtf....... ]
That's it. Let's wrap this up and prove you wrong there. Whose turn is it anyway?
i rigged this one......... i'm sorry ishy you have to lose
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anyway, her current game partner is right on another thing, too. they're trapped here. ]
Then, from one hostage to another, I do hope you roll satisfactorily.
[ and there it goes. this won't be requiring any clothes being removed. ]
...Hmm. [ mona unconsciously touches her neck, and then gives a nod. ] That's fine. I don't mind.
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nothing ishmael can do about that now. that's that, and this is this. ]
Okay, then. Give me a moment.
[ she stands up from her seat and moves over to mona's side. hope she doesn't mind it if ishmael moves her hair aside to expose her neck, pausing in slight hesitation before leaning in to press her lips onto the crook of the other woman's neck, a small kiss before biting in and suck deep enough to leave a mark. \
as always, ishmael is rather efficient to a fault, even in times like these; the last thing she wants is to do it all again if she somehow impresses the onlookers and mona herself. ]
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her eyes briefly close as ishmael leans in, and then... soft lips. they're felt for only a moment before they're quickly joined by enamel, a firm, slightly slick bite taking place.
mona's brows furrow, but she endures it. this is fine. ignore the blush. ]
...I suppose I will be reminded of you in the morning.
[ her attempt at a little joke. ]
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well, it's still more or less the same. they're still strangers at the end of the day, after all. yet a slight blush can't help but blossom across her seemingly neutral expression anyway. seems that a hardened (former) sailor is also not immune to such frivolities. ]
Don't mention it. Seriously. [ clears throat. ahem. ] Shall we proceed?
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[ good, good. ishmael completed one task already. mona will see the blemish tomorrow, but by then, she will likely be too exhausted from all the activity the prior day that she won't be too fussed. perhaps a fresh, steaming cup of tea and a pleasant breakfast will be at the forefront of her mind.
(this is a lie. nothing is more embarrassing than seeing remnants of a tryst.) ]
I will roll for us. [ mona retrieves the dice, and then lightly tosses them onto the table. the result is— ] ...I see.
[ PINCH ASS ]
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no, seriously. she's going to turn her back on mona, and: ]
Do I have to expose my ass for this?
[ THIS IS SO STUPID, SIS........... ]
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No, I don't think you have to. [ that sure is an ishmael ass she's looking at. not only that, this woman is taller then her, so mona feels like a lecher staring from down here. this is a first for her. ] I'll be quick.
[ alright. let's just...
she stands up to join ishmael's side, pauses briefly, and then reaches out to close her fingers around a bit of tush.
piiiiiinch. ]
Th-That should do, right?
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she just stands there, unfeeling, before canting her head to her side. ]
...You call that a pinch?
[ help ]
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Was it not enough? Should I try again?
[ listen, mona is a catalyst user and all of her combat skills are strictly magic-based. she doesn't have a lot of arm strength! but maybe she should start building up some. there are a few... activities that could benefit from it.
cough. anyways. ]
It must count or I won't win this round, you know.
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[ did she really stall mona there just so she herself can take this round after turning down the nipple prompt from earlier? probably. ]
You just... need to put more pressure into it, is all. Here, I'll give you another shot.
[ look, she's even going to pull down her pants a bit there so that her buttcheek is peeking through. make it hurt, okay. ]
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[ due to ishmael refusing the initial round, winning this one will amount in two wins. mona will succeed! in fact, she's already scrunching up her face in her determination, reaching out with a surer hand than before.
...and rather than only taking a small amount of booty between her fingers, mona opts for pinching that entire stretch of pale, freckly skin. PINCH. ]
I do hope you don't bruise easily.
[ oh, dear. ]
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Ow, okay, I get it! My bad for underestimating you...
[ her poor tush... she rubs at it with her hand before sitting down. at least it doesn't hurt too much like this. her pain tolerance may be rather high due to the hundred of times she's died under limbus company's employ, but still. ]
Anyway, it's my turn, right?
[ she gives the dice a good shake and lets it go. a 5 and a 2. im on mobile so please trust me 🥺 ]
...Oh. [ her petty revenge incoming? ]
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[ mona resumes her seat as ishmael does, her hands coming forward to rest patiently in her lap as she awaits the next toss of the dice. everything has been going well so far, so she's in high hopes that there will be a win coming up within the next handful of rounds. though, maybe it's bad luck to be anticipating a hefty sum of chips; mona is nothing but cautious of the sharp veers fate can take.
when the dice clatters to a still and the result is visible, her cheeks swell. ]
I won't stop you. At the very least, my thighs can be considered a charm point.
[ thick thighs save lives..... ]
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This doesn't seem bad, at least.
[ a shrug. ]
Call me Ishmael, by the way. I just got here.
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It is a pleasure to meet you, Ishmael. [ yes, even despite the unusual circumstances. ] I am Mona Megistus, meaning the Great Astrologist Mona.
[ unlike ishmael's nonchalant shrug, she proudly squares her shoulders. ]
Divination through hydromancy is my specialty.
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Divination? You mean you can predict the future?
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Of course.
[ and to mona, it is.
she resettles in her chair now that ishmael has taken a step back, one leg crossing over the other as she coolly brushes back her pigtail. should it not be obvious already, this topic has reinforced mona's prideful nature, visibly expecting awe. ]
That is precisely what I can do.
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[ should ishmael be impressed? because she just blinks slowly at mona's showboating like she's seen it all before. confidence is well and good and all, but after everything she went through in the Great Lake, she's decided that she don't trust like that. at least not right away, when she's still very much new here. ]
Does that mean you knew we were going to be paired up for this?
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[ ...is what she says, sure. however, mona follows it up with some cheekiness. ]
Though, it is something I've considered doing before.
[ predicting her partner, the rolls, the winner—they're all within her capabilities. it isn't really gambling if you can predict the future. but mona does not want to start off on the wrong foot... even if she's been scolded for using her power without permission once before. ]
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[ and the fact that mona can just do that at any time yet chose not to has earned her some points in ishmael's book. at least there's one other person here who wouldn't fuck her over despite having the power to do so. probably. ]
Still, I'm curious -- does that mean you know which among us is going to win this round?
[ the dice has been pretty nice to them so far, so maybe ishmael has a chance...... ]
permission to use her powers, milord?? i'll rng but you know
[ which is speak for, 'why, yes, of course.' she'll just need to whip out her scryglass for this. not an issue at all. thankfully, mona restored its powers a few months ago; if she were without them, then she'd have to...
...find a cup of water somewhere. which she had to do earlier into her stay.
if you're thinking that is lame, you'd be right. ]
YES let her cook
Sure. If anything, I could use a little break from all this.
[ but will she ever be given a break after check-in? stay tuned. ]
yessss let's do this
[ with a flourish of her hand, a glimmering, watery disk expands in front of her, its surface rippling and sending a few stray droplets of water onto the floor. once it has stretched to a reasonable length, a few symbols and glyphs appear. the average astrologist would take a minimum of two weeks to decipher and read them, but mona is anything but average.
she reaches out with her fingers to trace over the water. then, a hum. ]
Oh, lucky me. It would appear that I was fated to win.
[ mona turns to ishmael with a dazzling smile. ]
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only to frown when she makes her prediction. ]
Huh? Did you even try? You're just saying that to let my guard down, aren't you?
[ wtf....... ]
That's it. Let's wrap this up and prove you wrong there. Whose turn is it anyway?
i rigged this one......... i'm sorry ishy you have to lose
If you do not believe me, then perhaps you'll trust in the dice.
[ she reaches out to gather them in her hand, lashes narrowing as she gives ishmael a knowing, if not smug look. ]
You rolled last. It is my turn. Failure to follow through will result in my win, Ishmael.
[ oh, boy, what could the results be? here goes the throw, and then...
BITE GENITALS ]
See?
[ yes she's having a good time ]
SHE LOST THE CLASH........ falls onto my knees
IT'S SO OVER......... or is it....?
for now... 🎀