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Apologies for the wait, dear customer. Your drink.
[ Hi, were you waiting on a drink? Here it is, a voice piping up behind you as your drink is slid onto your table by a ... bunny? Well, the bunny headband is there, sure, but the server in question isn't just dressed as a casino bunny. He's dressed in a hodge-podge mess of all of the work outfits allotted to the wildcards, covered up from head to toe -- butler trousers paired with one of those showy, sequin-studded blouses meant for the entertainers, feather boa slung over his shoulders and casino bunny cuffs on his wrists.
Yes, he looks fucking ridiculous, but he doesn't acknowledge it at all as he straightens up from placing down the drink and lowers the now-empty tray with a smile. ]
Was there anything else I could do for you?
[ Very normal customer service. ]
ii. bathroom hold-up
[ Anyone using the bathrooms might be jumpscared by the sound of one of the paintings suddenly piping up, those demanding words ringing a little off the tile flooring. And while Rom blinks as he takes a step back from making to open the door -- yes, he washed his hands, he isn't some uncouth barbarian -- he otherwise doesn't look too surprised. Just gives a little tilt of the head before turning to his fellow victim trapped in the bathroom with a highly ambiguous smile. ]
I've heard some countries demand people pay to use public restrooms, but this is rather new to me. I don't suppose you're more familiar with this?
[ ooc ; Would love either of the paintings! ]
iii. dirty dice
[ Passersby might have noticed this guy standing by the dice table for a while now, reading over the little rules placard very intensely. (He's dressed normally in bland black slacks and a sweater by now, having completed his mandatory 24 hours in one insanely exhausting shift. It's great having a completely cracked sleep schedule.) But when he notices anyone else lingering nearby or showing interest in the dice, he looks up and sidles over a little closer. ]
Excuse me~ [ It's said in a perfectly amicable way, accompanied by a smile. Just don't mind the weirdly uncanny vibes he's giving off. ] I don't suppose you'd be interested in trying something out with me, regarding these dice?
iv. date(?) night
[ This is all honestly quite a lot to take in. He's at least starting to get a hang of this place by the time he makes his way towards the lounge, but still. Rom breathes a quiet sigh to he's led through the lounge, genuinely grateful for the quieter atmosphere here, enjoying his entire, like, ten seconds of freedom before he is led to a table where someone else has already been seated. Sorry, stranger, he's your date.
He promptly dons a smile -- does it look slightly unnerving? don't worry about it! -- as he gives a little dip of the head. ]
Good evening. A pleasure to meet you. [ Before he slides into the seat opposite his date. It's been a long day and he's glad to be off his feet. ] And thank you for your time, of course. I hope we can make this a pleasant evening~
v. wildcard!
[ ooc ; Open to anything else! Please feel free to pop in a starter, or PM me if you'd like to plot! He's also available to take to the soiree as a wildcard servant; he'd be curious to scope it out, and will pretty easily agree to play the role for some mutual win-win. OTA for gen! 21+ for anything dirty, please, though he'll be more comfortable doing anything NSFW with people who look/act a little older. ]
[unfortunately, Edamura is showing absolutely no interest in these dice, and far more interest in the people brushing past him. his gaze lingers on each passerby as though assessing them of. . . something? although what that "something" is remains a mystery. especially when he always looks away pretty quickly afterwards, a derisive tch tumbling from his lips]
[but his people watching has taken him rather close to the dirty dice table, even if he has no intentions of playing! which means he is a prime harassment target for one uncanny exorcist. who. . . slides into Edamura's personal space with a perfectly polite request]
[. . .]
No thanks, dude.
[AND HERE EDMAURA IS, BEING RUDE ABOUT IT]
This kinda game really isn't my thing.
catches you in my powerful arms and swings you around
[ A reasonable answer, honestly, and one that isn't even particularly surprising. Rom blinks, then gives a small nod; his delivery is milquetoast when he returns: ]
I see.
[ And while, on a certain level, he understands that it's probably best to leave things at that ... he can't help himself. It's just a little too easy to poke at that blunt rejection. It's just too ripe for prodding. Rom lets a second pass before he continues just as pleasantly as before -- ]
I don't believe I said anything about actually playing the game? But I understand if it's a matter that's been weighing on your mind. My apologies for bringing up such a tender subject for you -- I do hope you're able to hone your skills at it without too much difficulty.
[comes Edamura's quick response, given as his hackles bristle. hone his skills at what? dirty dice? is this guy implying that he'd be incredibly shitty at this game if he WERE to play?? why does that offend him?]
That's not what I meant! My skills would be just fine!
[ Oh. He likes this guy. Kind of reminds him of those very fussy clients he gets during his tours sometimes -- feisty enough to provide a change in pace, but not too difficult to direct around with a well-placed comment or a little flattery. Very normal. The familiarity of it is admittedly appealing amidst these chaotic circumstances.
The above observation flits through his head in 0.2 seconds, before he smiles. Pleasantly! But somehow also creepily. ]
I see, I see~ Well, who would I be to question what seems to be such a point of pride for you? [ Hehe. And moving on before he can earn another bristly retort: ] Then, perhaps I could trouble you for a bit of your time? Your expertise might come in handy for a little experiment I'd like to run.
[it's instinct, the way Edamura leans away from that smile, even as he puffs up to shoot back an equally as defensive retort]
It's not a point of--!
[UUUUGH, whatever!! he'd harp on that a little bit longer just for the sake of argument, but this weirdo moves the conversation forward before he can. with an aggravated huff, Edamura turns to face his new companion completely, gaze washing over him from top to bottom. a bland sweater, a pair of black slacks, messy hair that falls over one eye and a smile that curls up eerily in its corners. . . well. he's met worse since arriving at this god forsaken resort]
[and the poor guy probably doesn't even have anything worth pilfering, either. a thought that Edamura immediately dismisses as irrelevant]
What expertise? [he asks, gaze narrowed suspiciously] What kind of experiment do you want to run?
[ Yes, he can feel he is being judged for his appearances right now, but he's going to ignore that. But it would be a lie to say he doesn't miss his usual goth wardrobe terribly right now ... he feels so naked, dressed this blandly out in public, and without any of his usual tools. Anyway. ]
You see --
[ he directs Edamura's gaze towards the rules placard for the dice game with a pointed finger. ]
-- I was checking over the rules for this game, and I believe I've found a potential loophole for a relatively easy win. Aah, not to say that a game of this caliber would pose any challenge for someone as seasoned as yourself, of course. But as a humble beginner, I'd like something more manageable. [ He doesn't even give Edamura any room for butting in before he continues smoothly. ] And I don't believe it would break the rules, so it also wouldn't cause too much trouble. Probably. A fifty-fifty split of the gains, in exchange for your cooperation in a test run of my plan. Do I still have your interest?
[SOMEONE AS SEASONED AS HIMSELF?? it's been five minutes and he already wants to dump Rom in the nearest dumpster]
[. . . but at least his curiosity overshadows his exasperation. disinterested in the game as Edamura was, he hadn't bothered scouring the rules for any possible loopholes. it all seemed pretty straightforward, after all. roll the dice. get a task. complete said task. first person to complete three tasks wins. easy as pie, and a good excuse for anyone on the prowl for an exciting encounter to indulge]
[but while Edamura also, as a general rule, doesn't like to cheat. . . his disdain for the resort and its shenanigans is greater than any guilt he might feel over tipping the odds in his favor. it might feel kind of nice to pull a fast one over this stupid casino. a little bit of (petty) payback to the house for fucking with him so much since his arrival. and maybe the light scam will satisfy the aching Clubs that currently burns against his hip. it'd truly be a win-win scenario]
[and so. . . Edamura quirks a brow and studies Rom carefully]
. . . I'm listening. [yes, Rom still has his interest] What's your plan?
[ Rom meets that scrutinizing stare without batting an eye, and smiles slyly as he gets the confirmation he was looking for. Sorry, Edamura, does this feel vaguely ominous? It's fine. He won't actually do anything to you. Probably! ]
Wonderful. I look forward to working with you.
[ Edamura didn't actually agree to anything??? Anyway --
His voice drops a notch in both volume and register as he forges on. ]
The rules don't list any penalty for passing on a roll, nor does it impose any limits for how many times one may pass on their turn. The only condition for victory is being 'the first to complete three rolled tasks,' yes? In other words. [ He points at the dice. ] The quickest way to win would be for two players to collaborate. Both players pass on any prompt that takes too long, and only comply with the quickest commands. 'Compliment' stands out as the best option, though complying with 'bite' or 'hold' depending on the second die might also be wise to avoid drawing the game out too long. I doubt the casino staff would be happy with this methodology, after all. Turns are exchanged as quickly as possible until the win condition is met, and the reward is split. Does this sound reasonable?
[Hua Cheng is relaxing at one of the tables, another server has just set down the tea he's ordered, when a stranger is led to the chair across from him. He hadn't been expecting company, so he has to sit up a little straighter, though he doesn't look entirely unwelcoming of the company.]
Ah, I'd wondered why they'd brought two cups. Would you like some tea?
If this is to be a proper date, I suppose names are in order, hm? You can call me Hua Cheng.
[ Oh. Interesting. The offer of tea earns a blink and a slight tilt of the head as Rom seems to consider it -- though a sharp eye might catch the fact that he seems to be scrutinizing Hua Cheng for a moment before he smiles. ]
I'll gladly accept, thank you.
[ He pays no mind to the approving nod of the waitstaff, who seem pleased by their matchmaking decision, and only sits forward in his chair a little to make it easier to converse. ]
And it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Hua Cheng. Please call me Rom -- Shindou Rom.
[It's so loud that when Matoba first turns his head towards his server he physically recoils a little, his singular visible eye squinting as the casino lights glimmer and sparkle off of Rom's blouse. And feather boa. And...]
Did they... not have a full costume in your size?
[He pauses with the drink dangling in his hand mid-reach, forgetting entirely about it as he takes in the loud and overflowing nature of his server's attire.]
[Actually, the more he stares at it, the more it's starting to come together..... Maybe he's been in this place too long. His hand finally reaches back to himself with his drink, but the crinkle in his brow remains even as he plasters it over with a grin.] Ah, pardon me! I don't mean to insult your ... fashion.
[ You know what, fair reaction. He can't even blame the guy for recoiling. ]
No offense taken, of course~
[ An easy response given with hands raised. There's a vaguely showy, theatrical quality to his response, almost like he's playing a part on stage or something? Don't worry about it. ]
Truth be told, this isn't exactly to my personal tastes as well, but the staff running this establishment oh so kindly offered me a selection of outfits and insisted that I had to choose, so ... who was I turn turn down that generosity? I figured I might as well accept it all.
[ If this sounds like horseshit, it's because it is. ]
[Douman is in heaven, really. Handsome men and beautiful women are just waiting to pull him aside. His eyes smolder on Rom as the man sidles up close.]
Oh? That game, or do you have something else in mind?
[ Don't mind the brief split-second where Rom gives a little blink. Maybe he's just surprised that he's not immediately being shooed away? Yeah, surely that's it. Don't worry about it.
Then the moment passes, and he smiles. It is somehow both polite but also uncanny. ]
I'd classify it as 'something else,' if I had to choose. Let's call it an experiment. Though it would entail playing the game ... in a fashion. Are you interested?
[ Speaking of feet... hope he doesn't mind that his current date has his own propped up on the table between them, his own chair balanced precariously on the two back legs as he tips it back while he stares up at the ceiling, sparing the strange looking man a quick glance.
New face he hasn't seen around, so Narumi is taking a guess here with this one. ]
You should have shown up last time when they had the hot springs thing going on. You look like you need it more than most.
[ Rom goes for the polite greeting, and here this jackass is immediately insulting him and saying he looks like hell. ]
[ My, my. He's reminded of those horrible delinquent youths that periodically heckle him when he's making his way to filming locations. How charming. Rom doesn't even bat an eye at the complete lack of manners, that uncanny smile remaining safely firmly plastered on his face. ]
Oh? Thank you for your well-wishes. Honestly, a hot springs trip sounds like it must have been lovely. I have been rather busy with work as of late, you see.
[ In fact, he's kind of pleased with the waitstaff's choice of date to plunk him down with. This stranger seems to be both better-versed in the machinations of this place and potentially loose-lipped, after all. Maybe this can be a productive conversation. Rom glances aside only to pick up the food menu; he actually doesn't care that much about eating, he just wants to make sure his 'date' sees how at-ease he is. ]
I do hope you had an enjoyable time there yourself, at least. Were you in need of a reprieve like that?
[ It might be more respectable if Narumi really was a delinquent youth and acting this way, as opposed to just a little younger than the man sitting across from him right now, and acting like this. He's been allowed to get away with too much in his life, or maybe it's just that he's been useful enough that the efforts to stop him haven't gone as hard as they should.
Either way, he seems fairly at-ease himself here, and isn't overly worried if the new guy is comfortable himself. In his opinion, no one in their right mind should ever be fully ready to settle in to a place like this anyway, and the dismissive snort at that question--
Well, it doesn't really answer anything, but he will at least follow up with real words. ]
I need a reprieve from this place in general on a more permanent basis.
[ Hm. So he's been here for at least a month and doesn't like it very much? It's something, at least, but it's not that much information. Time to prod. ]
Is that right? On paper, this seems like the sort of place that plenty of people would find enjoyable, no? Money and luxuries offered simply in exchange for sexual intercourse. I'm sure many would love to be offered a stay at a place like this. But perhaps you've already tired yourself out on indulgences? Had too much fun?
[ He doesn't believe any of what he's saying, of course. As far as he's managed to pick up so far, the very premise of this place is a lowkey nightmare for him. Rom's just saying shit to see what his lovely (hm) date will spill in response -- especially as he annoyingly follows it up by holding the menu out for Narumi with a smile. ]
Does any of the food on offer interest you, by the way?
[ ah, dirty dice. this was the first ever game ishmael's played when she came here, so she can't help but feel nostalgic as she looks over one table to another, checking if they needed some extra players. it just so happened that the weirdly uncanny vibes that's coming off this man has caught her attention, but she knows how to fight back if need be.
for now, she tilts her head at the man and blinks. ]
Hm? Is there something wrong with the dice this time?
[ That earns a blink, curious. 'This time.' That means these die are a mainstay here? Hm. That might throw a wrench in his plans. ]
Aah, no. Not something wrong, per se, but.
[ Said as he glances down at the dice sitting oh-so-innocently on the table, just waiting for someone to roll them. ]
Are you very familiar with how these dice? I must admit that I'm something of a greenhorn when it comes to this particular game, so I was curious about them.
Really? I thought it's quite simple. You just pick up the dice and give them a roll, then do whatever it tells you to do. Like so.
[ she swipes up the dice in one hand, and tosses it down on the tabletop cleanly. finger thigh.
uh. ]
Well, some of these combinations don't make sense at all, but the goal is getting to do three actions first. Or at least that's how I played it the first time.
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shindou rom | mieruko-chan | wildcard
ii. bathroom hold-up
iii. dirty dice
iv. date(?) night
v. wildcard!
[ ooc ; Open to anything else! Please feel free to pop in a starter, or PM me if you'd like to plot! He's also available to take to the soiree as a wildcard servant; he'd be curious to scope it out, and will pretty easily agree to play the role for some mutual win-win. OTA for gen! 21+ for anything dirty, please, though he'll be more comfortable doing anything NSFW with people who look/act a little older. ]
iii. slams into you like a wrecking ball
[but his people watching has taken him rather close to the dirty dice table, even if he has no intentions of playing! which means he is a prime harassment target for one uncanny exorcist. who. . . slides into Edamura's personal space with a perfectly polite request]
[. . .]
No thanks, dude.
[AND HERE EDMAURA IS, BEING RUDE ABOUT IT]
This kinda game really isn't my thing.
catches you in my powerful arms and swings you around
I see.
[ And while, on a certain level, he understands that it's probably best to leave things at that ... he can't help himself. It's just a little too easy to poke at that blunt rejection. It's just too ripe for prodding. Rom lets a second pass before he continues just as pleasantly as before -- ]
I don't believe I said anything about actually playing the game? But I understand if it's a matter that's been weighing on your mind. My apologies for bringing up such a tender subject for you -- I do hope you're able to hone your skills at it without too much difficulty.
[ Heh. ]
🥺
Hone my-- what are you even talking about??
[comes Edamura's quick response, given as his hackles bristle. hone his skills at what? dirty dice? is this guy implying that he'd be incredibly shitty at this game if he WERE to play?? why does that offend him?]
That's not what I meant! My skills would be just fine!
[should he be bragging about that]
no subject
The above observation flits through his head in 0.2 seconds, before he smiles. Pleasantly! But somehow also creepily. ]
I see, I see~ Well, who would I be to question what seems to be such a point of pride for you? [ Hehe. And moving on before he can earn another bristly retort: ] Then, perhaps I could trouble you for a bit of your time? Your expertise might come in handy for a little experiment I'd like to run.
no subject
It's not a point of--!
[UUUUGH, whatever!! he'd harp on that a little bit longer just for the sake of argument, but this weirdo moves the conversation forward before he can. with an aggravated huff, Edamura turns to face his new companion completely, gaze washing over him from top to bottom. a bland sweater, a pair of black slacks, messy hair that falls over one eye and a smile that curls up eerily in its corners. . . well. he's met worse since arriving at this god forsaken resort]
[and the poor guy probably doesn't even have anything worth pilfering, either. a thought that Edamura immediately dismisses as irrelevant]
What expertise? [he asks, gaze narrowed suspiciously] What kind of experiment do you want to run?
[informed consent only!]
no subject
[ Yes, he can feel he is being judged for his appearances right now, but he's going to ignore that. But it would be a lie to say he doesn't miss his usual goth wardrobe terribly right now ... he feels so naked, dressed this blandly out in public, and without any of his usual tools. Anyway. ]
You see --
[ he directs Edamura's gaze towards the rules placard for the dice game with a pointed finger. ]
-- I was checking over the rules for this game, and I believe I've found a potential loophole for a relatively easy win. Aah, not to say that a game of this caliber would pose any challenge for someone as seasoned as yourself, of course. But as a humble beginner, I'd like something more manageable. [ He doesn't even give Edamura any room for butting in before he continues smoothly. ] And I don't believe it would break the rules, so it also wouldn't cause too much trouble. Probably. A fifty-fifty split of the gains, in exchange for your cooperation in a test run of my plan. Do I still have your interest?
no subject
[. . . but at least his curiosity overshadows his exasperation. disinterested in the game as Edamura was, he hadn't bothered scouring the rules for any possible loopholes. it all seemed pretty straightforward, after all. roll the dice. get a task. complete said task. first person to complete three tasks wins. easy as pie, and a good excuse for anyone on the prowl for an exciting encounter to indulge]
[but while Edamura also, as a general rule, doesn't like to cheat. . . his disdain for the resort and its shenanigans is greater than any guilt he might feel over tipping the odds in his favor. it might feel kind of nice to pull a fast one over this stupid casino. a little bit of (petty) payback to the house for fucking with him so much since his arrival. and maybe the light scam will satisfy the aching Clubs that currently burns against his hip. it'd truly be a win-win scenario]
[and so. . . Edamura quirks a brow and studies Rom carefully]
. . . I'm listening. [yes, Rom still has his interest] What's your plan?
no subject
Wonderful. I look forward to working with you.
[ Edamura didn't actually agree to anything??? Anyway --
His voice drops a notch in both volume and register as he forges on. ]
The rules don't list any penalty for passing on a roll, nor does it impose any limits for how many times one may pass on their turn. The only condition for victory is being 'the first to complete three rolled tasks,' yes? In other words. [ He points at the dice. ] The quickest way to win would be for two players to collaborate. Both players pass on any prompt that takes too long, and only comply with the quickest commands. 'Compliment' stands out as the best option, though complying with 'bite' or 'hold' depending on the second die might also be wise to avoid drawing the game out too long. I doubt the casino staff would be happy with this methodology, after all. Turns are exchanged as quickly as possible until the win condition is met, and the reward is split. Does this sound reasonable?
date night
Ah, I'd wondered why they'd brought two cups. Would you like some tea?
If this is to be a proper date, I suppose names are in order, hm? You can call me Hua Cheng.
no subject
I'll gladly accept, thank you.
[ He pays no mind to the approving nod of the waitstaff, who seem pleased by their matchmaking decision, and only sits forward in his chair a little to make it easier to converse. ]
And it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Hua Cheng. Please call me Rom -- Shindou Rom.
1!
Did they... not have a full costume in your size?
[He pauses with the drink dangling in his hand mid-reach, forgetting entirely about it as he takes in the loud and overflowing nature of his server's attire.]
[Actually, the more he stares at it, the more it's starting to come together..... Maybe he's been in this place too long. His hand finally reaches back to himself with his drink, but the crinkle in his brow remains even as he plasters it over with a grin.] Ah, pardon me! I don't mean to insult your ... fashion.
no subject
No offense taken, of course~
[ An easy response given with hands raised. There's a vaguely showy, theatrical quality to his response, almost like he's playing a part on stage or something? Don't worry about it. ]
Truth be told, this isn't exactly to my personal tastes as well, but the staff running this establishment oh so kindly offered me a selection of outfits and insisted that I had to choose, so ... who was I turn turn down that generosity? I figured I might as well accept it all.
[ If this sounds like horseshit, it's because it is. ]
iii
Oh? That game, or do you have something else in mind?
no subject
Then the moment passes, and he smiles. It is somehow both polite but also uncanny. ]
I'd classify it as 'something else,' if I had to choose. Let's call it an experiment. Though it would entail playing the game ... in a fashion. Are you interested?
iv
New face he hasn't seen around, so Narumi is taking a guess here with this one. ]
You should have shown up last time when they had the hot springs thing going on. You look like you need it more than most.
[ Rom goes for the polite greeting, and here this jackass is immediately insulting him and saying he looks like hell. ]
no subject
Oh? Thank you for your well-wishes. Honestly, a hot springs trip sounds like it must have been lovely. I have been rather busy with work as of late, you see.
[ In fact, he's kind of pleased with the waitstaff's choice of date to plunk him down with. This stranger seems to be both better-versed in the machinations of this place and potentially loose-lipped, after all. Maybe this can be a productive conversation. Rom glances aside only to pick up the food menu; he actually doesn't care that much about eating, he just wants to make sure his 'date' sees how at-ease he is. ]
I do hope you had an enjoyable time there yourself, at least. Were you in need of a reprieve like that?
no subject
Either way, he seems fairly at-ease himself here, and isn't overly worried if the new guy is comfortable himself. In his opinion, no one in their right mind should ever be fully ready to settle in to a place like this anyway, and the dismissive snort at that question--
Well, it doesn't really answer anything, but he will at least follow up with real words. ]
I need a reprieve from this place in general on a more permanent basis.
no subject
Is that right? On paper, this seems like the sort of place that plenty of people would find enjoyable, no? Money and luxuries offered simply in exchange for sexual intercourse. I'm sure many would love to be offered a stay at a place like this. But perhaps you've already tired yourself out on indulgences? Had too much fun?
[ He doesn't believe any of what he's saying, of course. As far as he's managed to pick up so far, the very premise of this place is a lowkey nightmare for him. Rom's just saying shit to see what his lovely (hm) date will spill in response -- especially as he annoyingly follows it up by holding the menu out for Narumi with a smile. ]
Does any of the food on offer interest you, by the way?
iii.
for now, she tilts her head at the man and blinks. ]
Hm? Is there something wrong with the dice this time?
no subject
Aah, no. Not something wrong, per se, but.
[ Said as he glances down at the dice sitting oh-so-innocently on the table, just waiting for someone to roll them. ]
Are you very familiar with how these dice? I must admit that I'm something of a greenhorn when it comes to this particular game, so I was curious about them.
no subject
[ she swipes up the dice in one hand, and tosses it down on the tabletop cleanly. finger thigh.
uh. ]
Well, some of these combinations don't make sense at all, but the goal is getting to do three actions first. Or at least that's how I played it the first time.