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Down the Rabbit Hole: The Royamune All-Hearts Casino and Hotel [Open RP round]

Feb 28, 2010 21:07

The White Rabbit now faced a no-win situation: beat the Black Cat into submission in revenge for his betrayal or run away like a baby Lagomorph. On one hand, he could get the satisfaction of finally doing something in retribution for his fallen Queen but he'd allow the Suits to take Shawn and the Hatter away. And what the hell did Perrault mean by ( Read more... )

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ooc ashes_ascending March 1 2010, 01:29:39 UTC

*Has caught up and is now addicted*

Dor-lion. I think I love you <3

Re: ooc demon_shawn March 1 2010, 01:43:09 UTC

Yes, yes you do...

ashes_ascending March 2 2010, 01:04:49 UTC

"... Mr. I'm-too-hot-for-my-trousers." That last part of the sentence is delivered with sugar-coated acidity, as the Knave turns to face the man in a dress properly.

"New in town, by any chance?" Paradiesvogel sniffs at the interloper sarcastically. The scent he picks up is.. intriguing to say the least.

demon_shawn March 2 2010, 01:18:02 UTC

"I happen to enjoy the breeze that comes when I run," Shawn was lying up to a point; it really was a wonderful- "But yes, quite new; you can smell the pine-sticker...Phoenix?" the fake psychic was a bit stunned to say the least.

ashes_ascending March 2 2010, 01:24:18 UTC

"I'd have put you in a slinky little black number myself. Something clingy, with thigh high boots." His eyes don't leave the roulette wheel as he talks. He's also checking out everyone who stands around... until the stranger calls him that.

"Are you taking the piss?" The knave demands, a little incredulously, and slightly edgily. "Who are you?"

demon_shawn March 2 2010, 01:38:19 UTC

"I can imagine."

Shawn is slightly confused; why would Phoenix be here? He smells like him, talks like him and even dresses all black like him! "Dude, sorry I asked...and what the hell do you mean 'taking the piss'? That sounds disgusting!"

Using his observational skills and his demon eyes, Spencer notes that the ball is rolling considerably slower and there is a finite thread attached to the house player.

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det_lassiter March 6 2010, 13:49:13 UTC

Okay, so I was waaaay behind and have been dying to read this installment since I saw it was posted! Thank goodness for the weekend at last!!!

Loving this so much! It all just kills me! And yay! Betting bodyparts time!!! \o/

demon_shawn March 6 2010, 15:30:02 UTC

It's okay! I was behind on the writing (thanks to tests and a very social House)

Hee! And caught up with the tags too!! \o/ det_lassiter March 6 2010, 14:32:55 UTC

Lasietanya was losing as many hands of blackjack as he was winning. It wasn't so bad, so far he'd only sacrificed two whiskers, a claw and a tuft of fur from his tail. He felt a bit funny about that last one though: Tail fur is only for the closest of people to touch, and he didn't like the idea of strangers playing with it, even if it wasn't attached any more.

He needed to get his head in the game, though, if he was going to move on to the tables where it really mattered if he won or lost. Frustratingly, it was hard. He was distracted and angry. The run in with Perrault had affected him more than he'd care to admit. Not just the close call they'd had before they boarded the train either.

He blamed the fool in the dress. Asking questions, bringing up memories. Now was not the time to be thinking about childhood games of tag.

... "Aww, crap!" A 10, a 5 and a 7... There goes his front tooth, thank goodness it'll grow back...

demon_shawn March 6 2010, 15:54:42 UTC

"You counted wrong," Shawn interrupted the dealer with a Blue Hawaiian Lollipop on his lips and his dress stained as if he were rummaging through trash (which wasn't that far from the truth). "He's got a 9, 5, and 7 so that makes Blackjack!"

The dealer, an Egg, shushed the fake psychic and awarded the round to the White Rabbit. "Can't have you missing a front tooth, now can we? Because then, you become the White Woodchuck!" there was something different about Spencer and it wasn't just the Oyster arm he just ate. Talking to Paradiesvogel made him that much aware that this wasn't a game.

*Nips in quick before sleep* ashes_ascending March 6 2010, 16:51:40 UTC

There's a small group of folk gathered around the Blackjack tables, among them is the knave. So Spencer might have been given a little assistance from Paradiesvogel, but the Lagomorph can disappear piece by tiny piece for all the knave cares. In fact it's quite an amusing notion and he's considering offering to extract the tooth himself. Save the Casino staff all that trouble.

He shoots an irritated glare in Spencer's direction when the man intervenes. A couple of the onlookers seem a little disappointed too, there do tend to be people who hang around just to witness the misery of others. "Some people would bet their damn assholes." A drunken Musilan remarks from his side.

"He can't." Mutters Paradiesvogel. "In his case, they won't have a clue which bit to remove." There's a small ripple of sniggering through the group he's hiding in.. which dash it all, blows his cover some.

Didn't realise you'd posted 'til I'd replied.... det_lassiter March 6 2010, 18:07:38 UTC

It wasn't that Lasietanya wasn't grateful to keep his tooth, it was just that he still had bigger things to consider, like how when they did move up he'd be betting his foot. "Great," he grunted at Shawn sarcastically, "I won't need to puree my carrot later ( ... )

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