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ANY CAR IN A STORM
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WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
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!
All clocks indicating day hours and night hours have been removed from the casino. Once a guest has entered, their Watch will jam, making it impossible to keep track of the time. You don't need to worry about that tonight.
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[ It's less that he's 'checking the games out' and more that one of the staff members caught him trying to sneak out and forcibly marched him back onto the casino floor, but either way, here he is! Fuuta just gives a weary huff as he looks from Gregor, to the cards, then back again with brow furrowed. ]
... sure. I guess this one looks fine.
[ Which is to say, 'at least it's not that sex toy mess going on over there.' ]
[boy, does he get it. he's been spared the shame of getting shoved into playing sex toy roulette for now, secure in the relative safety offered by the houses of cards.
he keeps his right arm at his side and somewhat obscured by the table, scratching idly at his stubbly chin with his other hand as he surveys the cards... and finally picks his target, cautiously plucking an easier one off the top.]
Let's see here... "what's your biggest vice?"
[that one doesn't take much time at all to consider.]
I'd say the smokes take that one, easy. [it's not a bad start, either; he seems a little more relaxed, after the first question proves not to be a horrific embarrassment.] Guess that means you're up?
[ It's a fairly innocuous as far as confessions go, and yet -- Fuuta still wrinkles his nose the moment he hears the answer, lips curled in what's unmistakably a show of judgemental contempt. ]
Ugh, you're also a smoker? [ It's followed by a heavy sigh as Fuuta gets to his feet, squinting at the house of cards even as he continues muttering, ] Don't get what all you smokers get from that shit. You know it's just slowly killing you, right? And it smells gross. Even if you only smoke in smoking areas, that shit sticks to you -- it's nasty. It's a stupid, selfish habit.
[ He'd been assessing the cards during that little tirade, and Fuuta finally pauses his rambling to extract one of the uppermost cards, then flips it over to read out loud: ]
'Are you close with your family?' [ That promptly earns a grimace, and Fuuta doesn't hesitate a second before deadpanning: ] No. I get along okay with my old man and my sister, but we're not close. Your turn.
[he takes that tirade in stride, at least. he's heard worse about more sensitive subjects, it's sort of a funny change of pace to hear this much about his cig habit. stupid and selfish, huh...]
Sheesh, tell me how you really feel about 'em, bud. If they manage to get me, I'll take that as a half-decent end-- 'til then, everybody's got their own version of stress relief.
[we all get through life in our own way, some people just do it smelling worse than others... small tradeoffs for not losing your mind at work.
gregor plucks another card off the top, pausing as the tower trembles; it holds, for now, and he exhales a relieved little breath.]
'What bothers you the most'... [mm. this one takes a little longer, but:] Bugs. [and after just a moment-] Older sister, or younger?
[ Gregor's feeble protest just earns a roll of the eyes and a quiet huff -- 'no dice.' People who just want to wreck their own health with a bad dependence are one thing, but secondhand smoke makes smoking an entirely different deal. Gregor will get no sympathy from him.
A fact that's immediately made clear via his incredulous echo of: ]
Bugs? [ Fuuta heaves a small sigh. ] You should probably sound at least a little embarrassed saying that at your age, you know. Bugs are just bugs.
[ He says this like he wouldn't recoil with a shriek the moment he ran into a cockroach ... And as he goes for a new card, carefully easing one off the top while trying not to topple the tower, he says as blandly as possible -- ]
No. [ He lies. Though tellingly, he sure did stiffen for a hot second, needing another moment afterward to reflexively glance down at the base of the card tower to make sure that there aren't any roaches about to skitter out of it. And it's only when those nerves have passed that Fuuta withdraws his card with a little huff, looking to Gregor with a scowl. ]
And I'm ... 21. [ Don't worry about that weird little pause. ] A uni student.
[ In case Gregor wants that reference to compare to his sister. Not that he really cares? But he's always just wary of people assuming he's a high schooler or something.
With that said, Fuuta flips his card over to read out: ] 'What were the circumstances of your first kiss?'
[ Give him a bury his face in his hand, trying to decide if answering this is worth it or not. God, he hates this place. Of fucking course there'd be questions like this in the stack. ]
[he has the decency not to call fuuta on it, at least, but the corner of his mouth twitches up a bit more as he watches that reaction. see? nobody likes bugs.]
Lil' bit younger than she'd be, then... not by much.
[(twenty... three by now? four? it's difficult to keep track at times.)
the card comes out, and as fuuta buries his face in his hands, gregor does his very best to stifle a chuckle. oh, no. ohhh, of course some are that way.]
Getting a little personal there, eh? No shame in not wanting to say it.
Don't laugh, old man. You could end up with one of these dumb questions too, you know.
[ This is so rude!!! But in Fuuta's mind it's justified payback for that stifled chuckle -- he heard that! Resisting the urge to crumple the card in his hand, he glowers across the table for a moment before sinking back into his chair with a frustrated sigh. The heel of his sneakers tap against the floor in a restless jostle for a few moments before he finally speaks. ]
It was here, a bit after I first got here. During one of those events, like a party or something -- ran into someone who was trying to avoid'em and got hit by the ... effects. So I helped'em. It happened then.
[ Even when he's masking the dirty details with roundabout language, it still feels scandalous to say out loud. His face feels a little hot, and Fuuta gives a frustrated grunt before nodding upwards to signal to Gregor. ]
The effects-? Hopefully that's not something to worry about with every party...
[that gets him to take another look around, as if checking to make sure things haven't taken a stranger turn than they already have in general... but no, still seems like a fancy (if odd) shindig. minus the people floating, maybe.]
Can't say helping somebody out sounds too shameful though, yeah? Hell, maybe talking that one up a bit wouldn't be such a bad idea.
[all said as he focuses his attention on another card, one that nearly moves too much as he tugs it loose-- he inhales sharply, freezing for a moment to watch as the tower wobbles... wobbles less... settles. he exhales a relieved breath.]
[ Oh? Finally, something's going his way. Of course the moment he spots Gregor starting to look aghast, Fuuta pounces -- the corners of his mouth rising in a nasty smirk as he leans forward, forearm braced against the tabletop as he answers: ]
You really wanna throw in the towel that easy? It'll cost you, you know.
[ He's clearly enjoying this. Not just the thought of an easy win, but getting to hold this information over Gregor's head for a second or two before he continues. While not sadistic per se, Fuuta's never been the type to be gracious about victory; he can't help relishing this little 'win' after Gregor had almost laughed at him. ]
It's chips. You fail to answer, and you gotta pay up -- a pretty big amount, too. And, like, I don't mind if you wanna cough up the cash to me? [ He is being sooooo smug and punchable right now. ] But who knows what's gonna happen if you don't have enough chips to pay up the amount ... they might make you work the floor, you know. I've heard stuff like that's happened before.
[ He tips his head to indicate towards a few servers walking by in skimpy outfits, feathers bobbing with each step as they trot along with trays of drinks. ]
N-nobody wants to see that, though, they wouldn't ask me to... would they...
[really, he's sure that's a punishment for everyone else at the party, not for him. it'd just be unfair on their part to make their guests deal with that kind of sight. right?
...right??
how many chips does he have, anyway, is he going to be able to cover this if he gives up-- no, probably not. gregor is fairly sure the answer is no, all things considered (especially his luck).
he considers the house of cards. considers the alternatives... pictures himself in one of those outfits... and finally looks down at the card, the source of all his current problems on this bitch of an earth.]
All right, all right-! Haaah... well, then the answer's that there isn't one.
[did he forget he didn't finish reading the question aloud? who can say.]
[ Sorry Gregor, you will not find any sympathy here. ]
Haa? What, and you think I put up with all this place's stupid bullshit because I thought other people wanted to see it? [ Granted, he hasn't been put in a skimpy server outfit (yet), but he's had to deal with plenty of other humiliating nonsense? Not to mention, this guy looks plenty conventionally attractive. What's he griping about? ] You're not getting out of any penalties that easy.
[ And while that answer does sound truthful enough, given how arduously it's given -- ]
Hey, hey.
[ Fuuta's quick to tap a finger on the tabletop -- not hard enough to jostle the tower of cards, but definitely hard enough to draw Gregor's attention and make a point. ]
You think you can get away that easy? Read the question, too. Or just give me the card. It's not fair otherwise.
[conventionally attractive as long as you can't see both his arms, anyway, which he's still doing his level best to avoid. it can't last forever, but he'll try while he can.
he blinks up at fuuta with the reminder, then groans out a disbelieving sound.]
Don't go and make me say it out loud!
[an embarrassing answer for an embarrassing answer... it's fair enough, but he doesn't want anybody to overhear it. ugh.
gregor flicks the card to him across the table. the question on it is: when did you lose your virginity?]
[ He slaps a hand down to catch the card against the table as it comes sliding his way, and Fuuta gives a dismissive little sniff as he flips it over. ]
I bet it's not even a big deal anyway. [ Then reads it. Blinks. ] -- oh.
[ Pause. ]
Really? [ Huh. The guy looks fine? Maybe he's a pain to deal with, or something.
Though, sorry Gregor, even that doesn't earn you any immediate sympathy. Fuuta gives a little 'hmph' as he sets the card back aside, face-down, then leans up to start fetching his own card. It's only after he's starting making progress on that front that he speaks up again, as brusque as ever: ]
Whatever. It's not a big deal. And it's weird when guys make a big deal about that, anyway. [ He says, when he was (and still is) just as self-conscious and flustered about those sorts of matters himself. ] Besides, that'll probably change pretty soon now that you're stuck here, so. Whatever.
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... sure. I guess this one looks fine.
[ Which is to say, 'at least it's not that sex toy mess going on over there.' ]
You can go first.
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[boy, does he get it. he's been spared the shame of getting shoved into playing sex toy roulette for now, secure in the relative safety offered by the houses of cards.
he keeps his right arm at his side and somewhat obscured by the table, scratching idly at his stubbly chin with his other hand as he surveys the cards... and finally picks his target, cautiously plucking an easier one off the top.]
Let's see here... "what's your biggest vice?"
[that one doesn't take much time at all to consider.]
I'd say the smokes take that one, easy. [it's not a bad start, either; he seems a little more relaxed, after the first question proves not to be a horrific embarrassment.] Guess that means you're up?
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Ugh, you're also a smoker? [ It's followed by a heavy sigh as Fuuta gets to his feet, squinting at the house of cards even as he continues muttering, ] Don't get what all you smokers get from that shit. You know it's just slowly killing you, right? And it smells gross. Even if you only smoke in smoking areas, that shit sticks to you -- it's nasty. It's a stupid, selfish habit.
[ He'd been assessing the cards during that little tirade, and Fuuta finally pauses his rambling to extract one of the uppermost cards, then flips it over to read out loud: ]
'Are you close with your family?' [ That promptly earns a grimace, and Fuuta doesn't hesitate a second before deadpanning: ] No. I get along okay with my old man and my sister, but we're not close. Your turn.
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Sheesh, tell me how you really feel about 'em, bud. If they manage to get me, I'll take that as a half-decent end-- 'til then, everybody's got their own version of stress relief.
[we all get through life in our own way, some people just do it smelling worse than others... small tradeoffs for not losing your mind at work.
gregor plucks another card off the top, pausing as the tower trembles; it holds, for now, and he exhales a relieved little breath.]
'What bothers you the most'... [mm. this one takes a little longer, but:] Bugs. [and after just a moment-] Older sister, or younger?
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A fact that's immediately made clear via his incredulous echo of: ]
Bugs? [ Fuuta heaves a small sigh. ] You should probably sound at least a little embarrassed saying that at your age, you know. Bugs are just bugs.
[ He says this like he wouldn't recoil with a shriek the moment he ran into a cockroach ... And as he goes for a new card, carefully easing one off the top while trying not to topple the tower, he says as blandly as possible -- ]
older sister.
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[c'mon, man. anyone would!
but at least he didn't answer by going on and on about how awful they are, so maybe that's not bad.]
...sounds like we're opposites there, though. Younger sis for me. I figure she'd be... ah, maybe a couple years older than you? A few?
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And I'm ... 21. [ Don't worry about that weird little pause. ] A uni student.
[ In case Gregor wants that reference to compare to his sister. Not that he really cares? But he's always just wary of people assuming he's a high schooler or something.
With that said, Fuuta flips his card over to read out: ] 'What were the circumstances of your first kiss?'
[ Give him a bury his face in his hand, trying to decide if answering this is worth it or not. God, he hates this place. Of fucking course there'd be questions like this in the stack. ]
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Lil' bit younger than she'd be, then... not by much.
[(twenty... three by now? four? it's difficult to keep track at times.)
the card comes out, and as fuuta buries his face in his hands, gregor does his very best to stifle a chuckle. oh, no. ohhh, of course some are that way.]
Getting a little personal there, eh? No shame in not wanting to say it.
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[ This is so rude!!! But in Fuuta's mind it's justified payback for that stifled chuckle -- he heard that! Resisting the urge to crumple the card in his hand, he glowers across the table for a moment before sinking back into his chair with a frustrated sigh. The heel of his sneakers tap against the floor in a restless jostle for a few moments before he finally speaks. ]
It was here, a bit after I first got here. During one of those events, like a party or something -- ran into someone who was trying to avoid'em and got hit by the ... effects. So I helped'em. It happened then.
[ Even when he's masking the dirty details with roundabout language, it still feels scandalous to say out loud. His face feels a little hot, and Fuuta gives a frustrated grunt before nodding upwards to signal to Gregor. ]
Your turn.
1/2 bc i must. for icon reasons.
[that gets him to take another look around, as if checking to make sure things haven't taken a stranger turn than they already have in general... but no, still seems like a fancy (if odd) shindig. minus the people floating, maybe.]
Can't say helping somebody out sounds too shameful though, yeah? Hell, maybe talking that one up a bit wouldn't be such a bad idea.
[all said as he focuses his attention on another card, one that nearly moves too much as he tugs it loose-- he inhales sharply, freezing for a moment to watch as the tower wobbles... wobbles less... settles. he exhales a relieved breath.]
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[relief turns sour all too quickly as he reads the card out, choking on his words as he stops short-- he nearly drops the damn card.]
Say, whaaaat were the rules for passin' again... let me just grab another one-
his face is so cute ... thank you for the icons
You really wanna throw in the towel that easy? It'll cost you, you know.
[ He's clearly enjoying this. Not just the thought of an easy win, but getting to hold this information over Gregor's head for a second or two before he continues. While not sadistic per se, Fuuta's never been the type to be gracious about victory; he can't help relishing this little 'win' after Gregor had almost laughed at him. ]
It's chips. You fail to answer, and you gotta pay up -- a pretty big amount, too. And, like, I don't mind if you wanna cough up the cash to me? [ He is being sooooo smug and punchable right now. ] But who knows what's gonna happen if you don't have enough chips to pay up the amount ... they might make you work the floor, you know. I've heard stuff like that's happened before.
[ He tips his head to indicate towards a few servers walking by in skimpy outfits, feathers bobbing with each step as they trot along with trays of drinks. ]
Your call.
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[really, he's sure that's a punishment for everyone else at the party, not for him. it'd just be unfair on their part to make their guests deal with that kind of sight. right?
...right??
how many chips does he have, anyway, is he going to be able to cover this if he gives up-- no, probably not. gregor is fairly sure the answer is no, all things considered (especially his luck).
he considers the house of cards. considers the alternatives... pictures himself in one of those outfits... and finally looks down at the card, the source of all his current problems on this bitch of an earth.]
All right, all right-! Haaah... well, then the answer's that there isn't one.
[did he forget he didn't finish reading the question aloud? who can say.]
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Haa? What, and you think I put up with all this place's stupid bullshit because I thought other people wanted to see it? [ Granted, he hasn't been put in a skimpy server outfit (yet), but he's had to deal with plenty of other humiliating nonsense? Not to mention, this guy looks plenty conventionally attractive. What's he griping about? ] You're not getting out of any penalties that easy.
[ And while that answer does sound truthful enough, given how arduously it's given -- ]
Hey, hey.
[ Fuuta's quick to tap a finger on the tabletop -- not hard enough to jostle the tower of cards, but definitely hard enough to draw Gregor's attention and make a point. ]
You think you can get away that easy? Read the question, too. Or just give me the card. It's not fair otherwise.
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he blinks up at fuuta with the reminder, then groans out a disbelieving sound.]
Don't go and make me say it out loud!
[an embarrassing answer for an embarrassing answer... it's fair enough, but he doesn't want anybody to overhear it. ugh.
gregor flicks the card to him across the table. the question on it is: when did you lose your virginity?]
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I bet it's not even a big deal anyway. [ Then reads it. Blinks. ] -- oh.
[ Pause. ]
Really? [ Huh. The guy looks fine? Maybe he's a pain to deal with, or something.
Though, sorry Gregor, even that doesn't earn you any immediate sympathy. Fuuta gives a little 'hmph' as he sets the card back aside, face-down, then leans up to start fetching his own card. It's only after he's starting making progress on that front that he speaks up again, as brusque as ever: ]
Whatever. It's not a big deal. And it's weird when guys make a big deal about that, anyway. [ He says, when he was (and still is) just as self-conscious and flustered about those sorts of matters himself. ] Besides, that'll probably change pretty soon now that you're stuck here, so. Whatever.