[Open Post] How many hands of solitaire can a man play here??

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Eames's leg has finally healed: the stiffness and soreness that went with the injuries and afterward had kept him largely out of sight. But he's up and about now and currently, he's sitting in the main room, dealing himself a hand of solitaire, using a deck which the Plothole was kind enough to give him, though he's also found a deck of tarot cards

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[aboveallpride]

Black Lagoon Girl party!

In comes a pretty girl that looks barely out of high school. She ponders the man and the gambling table for a while.

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One wonders if Eames would fit into Roanapur or find it too crazy...

"Lookin' for a little action, love?" he asks, shuffling the tarot deck. "Might be a bit rich for yer blood, or am I mistaken?" he asks.

[aboveallpride]

Black Lagoon does need a good playing card player based merc...

She merely smiles at the offer. This girl has hung with Gangsters. Gambling doesn't scare her.

"Well if you don't mind..."

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And now, I sort of want to write a Black Lagoon/Inception crossover...

"Not at all," he says, glancing at the deck. "Unless yer superstitious." He turns up the cards, revealing the Wheel of Fortune as the bottommost card in the deck.

[aboveallpride]

DO IT.

"Not really. Interesting... what you think it can mean?"

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He eyes the face of the card, head tilted. "Hmmm, could mean we're gonna be buzzed by angels, birds and winged lions and cows," he says. "Or a snake an' some bloke with a dog's head are gonna get run over by some big wagon wheel. 'Fraid I ain't learned in th' meanin' o' the cards: my folks were gamblers and other characters, but no fortune tellers, far as I know."

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"Then why would you do tarot if you know nothing about it?"

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"Tarot started out as a regular card game: sort've like poker with twistier rules," he says. "Don't know how it got into th' hands o' gypsy ladies in colorful tents, or college-girl witches in silky black camisoles, neither."

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"Then perhaps you can tell me how to play it as a game, if you don't mind."

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"Be a pleasure," he says, smirking, happy to teach his know-how to a young'un. And he'll give her the basics: it's a bit like poker, though there are some tricky rules involving the trump cards and the values thereof. It's more playing for points than for money.

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During all this she reacts with real curiosity.

It's a little known fact that Gangsters are the most overprotective parents/parent substitutes ever.

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Not surprising: for many gangsters, their family is what keeps them grounded in something resembling normal.

"Yer first time learnin' a game a chance, I take it?" he says, dealing her a hand. "Guess I'm throwin' you into the deep end a' the pool to teach you to swim." Tarrock, as it's also called, is *tricky*.

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"Well, I don't mind games with a challenge." She jests.

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"A girl after me own heart," he says. "Yer smart: too many kids these days, they want it easy. Not you, though: I like to see that." She reminds him of Ariadne that way: smart, practical, and pretty, too (though this one's way out of his league, in terms of charming her).

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It does make her giggle though.

"Stop it, Mr. Eames."

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"Modest, too," he says. "Call me old-fashioned but that's something you don't see like you used to. Something can come in handy, if yer tryin' not to be noticed by thems you don't want noticing you."