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step in the ring — open, “roulette”/ooc prompt - Verdigris - 07-26-2018
[font=trebuchet ms]/everything before the HR line is OOC prompt stuff, the actual game is after the HR line
Rosemary had assigned Paper a gambling game for his weekly task. That wasn’t too difficult to set up- the problem was determining what they had the equipment to do, while also finding a game that everyone could easily learn how to play and wouldn’t find boring. Poker was relatively complicated for a quick game; otherwise it would be perfect.
He was pacing the shore, pondering over the matter, when he spotted a bottle lying on its side a few feet away. Raising a brow, he approached it, and noticed that it had something inside of it. Taking the bottle, he twisted the cork off with his jaws, then pulled out its contents. Unrolling the message, he began to read.
I used to be weak.
Paper glanced up, frowning. It was his confession letter, almost perfectly preserved. How had it gotten back here? Things washed out to sea weren’t supposed to wash back in several months later- it went against the natural entropy of the universe.
With a sigh, he looked back down at the message, reading it the whole way through.
To some degree, his assumptions about his pack had been proven wrong. Stormyheights, Riskymove, even Blankslate seemed to have accepted by now that he was alive instead of his brothers. They had gotten over their grief, at least enough so to not want him dead.
If nothing else, though, no one had turned up dead yet (barring Pincher, but that had been temporary). He had managed to keep that part of his promise, at least.
His focus briefly shifted to the fallen bottle, its glassy surface reflecting his uncertain expression.
Paper silently rolled the message back up and tucked it in his bag, then took the bottle in his jaws again. He would send it back out to sea later- he had no use for it now. While the bottle was here, though, he might as well make use of it.
[font=trebuchet ms]On the sands of Barracuda Bay was a round table, collapsed on its legs and laid flat.
The table had nine piles of 5 small aquamarine stones each, to act as “chips,” placed in a circle around the edge. An additional pile of aquamarines, for the house, lay on a wooden box off to the side. In the center was the bottle, able to be easily spinned by any of the players.
A few feet away from the table was a circle of balloons. Each balloon was filled with a different concoction- all of them contained some amount of water, so they were technically water balloons, but that wasn’t all they contained. Within the circle was a stick, that could also be spinned by the “croupier.”
”We’re playing a game of roulette,” Paper called from his spot atop the wooden box, twitching his good ear. ”Each person gets 5 chips to start. Before each spin, you can bet on who you think the bottle will land on, but only if you’re in the circle. If the bottle lands on you, you’re out, and get hit with a water balloon- but you keep however many chips you would’ve had if you survived the round.” Sweeping the house’s chips closer to himself, he added, ”You’re also out if you run out of chips. Don’t worry- we have plenty of balloons to spare.”
Re: step in the ring — open, “roulette”/ooc prompt - PINCHER - 07-26-2018
CAPTAIN PINCHER ROUX | resides in the typhoon and is the demigod of rough seas. he is a muscular dark gray jaguar with frigid glacier blue eyes, marked with scars and glowing tattoos. he is the head of the roux family and is currently engaged. he is known for being a charming strategist with dark secrets. be cautious around him. —— ⚓
❝ YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN — YOUR SILENCE IS MY FAVORITE SOUND ❞
Gambling had always been something Pincher was accustomed to especially when it was rigged with mischief and the edges laced with possible trouble if caught. He guessed that was what he enjoyed the most. The lingering excitement of being caught in the act and having to jump either to become physical fighting or talkative cooperation. So when he had spotted Papercutter begin to create an event that reminded him of the few fond memories he had, Pincher's stoic ice blue eyes seemed to widen briefly and a look of interest snapped onto his facial features as the male simply continued laying nearby with his jaws gnawing on a piece of coconut, the white sweet fruit filling his senses while he dwelled in his thoughts. The male supposed it was time for him to jump back to society and mingle so no one viewed him as some leader that hid in his quarters though there was paperwork waiting for him back home.
Eating the last bit of the coconut, the wildcat pushed aside the empty shell of the fruit and headed towards what appeared to be a game that Papercutter appeared to reveal the exciting part. Roulette. His slender tail twitched eagerly behind him as the towering lean figure of the cinder gray jaguar halted beside the balloons, leaning his head down to sniff at one before raising his head with a coy smirk beginning to lace his muzzle. "Eh, I think I have decent luck. I did come back from the dead afterall, sign me up to this." The tattooed male commented warmly as he stepped to halt beside the table, cool gaze flickering towards the "chips" and wondering who would else join in to see if they were truly as lucky as they said they were like Pincher.
Eating the last bit of the coconut, the wildcat pushed aside the empty shell of the fruit and headed towards what appeared to be a game that Papercutter appeared to reveal the exciting part. Roulette. His slender tail twitched eagerly behind him as the towering lean figure of the cinder gray jaguar halted beside the balloons, leaning his head down to sniff at one before raising his head with a coy smirk beginning to lace his muzzle. "Eh, I think I have decent luck. I did come back from the dead afterall, sign me up to this." The tattooed male commented warmly as he stepped to halt beside the table, cool gaze flickering towards the "chips" and wondering who would else join in to see if they were truly as lucky as they said they were like Pincher.
❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL — JAGUAR — FATHER — FIANCE ❞
Re: step in the ring — open, “roulette”/ooc prompt - CLEO R. C. - 07-26-2018
CLEO ROUX-CIPHER
There are many things on this planet that Cleo has yet to understand...
Gambling is one of them.
She arrives silently, more so drawn in by the sight of the roulette table than the sound of voices. She must have missed the explanation, as she only blinks quizzically up at Papercutter and Pincher, that dainty smile of hers quickly melting into a frown. She doesn't like not knowing things and the fact that she didn't hear the instructions bothers her. Greatly. She feels her blood run cold, frustration swamping her lithe frame now. It's because of her hearing problems, she's sure of it, but she can't do anything save ask for Paper to repeat himself and... well, she refuses to do that. Cleo is a proud individual - stubborn too - and she knows that she'd much rather stumble and make an attempt than ask for clarification.
[color=#445544]"I'll play," The child announces, albeit uncertainly. She assumes this is a game, based on the chips and the water balloons and what not, but cannot say for certain. She lacks knowledge in this department, and once again grows frustrated the moment she realizes that her announcement may seem out of place. She guesses that it's no matter, unless someone decides to say something to her that is. She's already angry enough, comment from literally anybody most likely has the power to push her right over the edge. [color=#445544]"Eshe will too," Cleo continues, motioning to her black mamba companion, [color=#445544]"She'll be my ears."
Gambling is one of them.
She arrives silently, more so drawn in by the sight of the roulette table than the sound of voices. She must have missed the explanation, as she only blinks quizzically up at Papercutter and Pincher, that dainty smile of hers quickly melting into a frown. She doesn't like not knowing things and the fact that she didn't hear the instructions bothers her. Greatly. She feels her blood run cold, frustration swamping her lithe frame now. It's because of her hearing problems, she's sure of it, but she can't do anything save ask for Paper to repeat himself and... well, she refuses to do that. Cleo is a proud individual - stubborn too - and she knows that she'd much rather stumble and make an attempt than ask for clarification.
[color=#445544]"I'll play," The child announces, albeit uncertainly. She assumes this is a game, based on the chips and the water balloons and what not, but cannot say for certain. She lacks knowledge in this department, and once again grows frustrated the moment she realizes that her announcement may seem out of place. She guesses that it's no matter, unless someone decides to say something to her that is. She's already angry enough, comment from literally anybody most likely has the power to push her right over the edge. [color=#445544]"Eshe will too," Cleo continues, motioning to her black mamba companion, [color=#445544]"She'll be my ears."
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