020 [Video]
[The picture flickers on, and music blares out over the feed. The band at Sleazebunny's Speakeasy.]
[It's obvious from the start that the Guide's being held by someone unfamiliar with the technology--a customer who'd found it sitting out and decided to investigate. The picture turns over and over as the person holding it examines the contraption, and we're given fleeting glimpses of the patrons of the place, men in suits, women in slinky gowns, dancing, smoking, drinking, gambling.]
[The picture rights itself as the person figures out enough to realize that there's a right way to hold it, and it shows the back of one such young woman. But for the length of her curling red hair, it is left almost entirely bare by the (very slinky) white gown she's wearing.]
[She stands at a semicircular table, facing seven players, her movements, after nearly a month at it, confident as she deals out two cards to each.]
[One of the players, a thin man with a thinner mustache leers a little.]
Hit me, doll.
[Polly stares at him a long moment.]
I don't need to.
Wassat?
I don't need to--you've already got the card you want up your sleeve.
[The man scowls.]
Say, what kinda graft is this?
You could always roll up your sleeve, if I'm wrong.
I ain't doin' no such thing!
[The girl glances over her shoulder at a big man who had been standing unobtrusively a short distance away--apparently as backup, should she need it. She nods at the man with the pencil mustache, who immediately looks alarmed and holds his hands up.]
Hey, Hey! The dame's off the track--I'm the mark, here, not her!
[The bouncer grabs the man's arm and pushes his sleeve up, a few cards fluttering out. Despite this, the thin man continues to shout as the bouncer shows him the door.]
D'YOU KNOW WHO I AM?? I'LL HAVE THE COPPERS ON THIS CLIP JOINT AND THAT GOWED-UP TOMATO'LL BE FULLA DAYLIGHT WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH HER! Y'HEAR ME? DAYLIGHT!!!
[Polly stares after for a moment, then sighs and shakes her head... and finally catches the blink of the record light out of the corner of her eye in the process. Gasping with startlement and annoyance, she lunges for the guide.]
Hey, that's mine!
[Feed Terminated]
[ooc: Blue is the cheating Noirtican. Black is Polly, and, in case anyone needs a dictionary...]
[It's obvious from the start that the Guide's being held by someone unfamiliar with the technology--a customer who'd found it sitting out and decided to investigate. The picture turns over and over as the person holding it examines the contraption, and we're given fleeting glimpses of the patrons of the place, men in suits, women in slinky gowns, dancing, smoking, drinking, gambling.]
[The picture rights itself as the person figures out enough to realize that there's a right way to hold it, and it shows the back of one such young woman. But for the length of her curling red hair, it is left almost entirely bare by the (very slinky) white gown she's wearing.]
[She stands at a semicircular table, facing seven players, her movements, after nearly a month at it, confident as she deals out two cards to each.]
[One of the players, a thin man with a thinner mustache leers a little.]
Hit me, doll.
[Polly stares at him a long moment.]
I don't need to.
Wassat?
I don't need to--you've already got the card you want up your sleeve.
[The man scowls.]
Say, what kinda graft is this?
You could always roll up your sleeve, if I'm wrong.
I ain't doin' no such thing!
[The girl glances over her shoulder at a big man who had been standing unobtrusively a short distance away--apparently as backup, should she need it. She nods at the man with the pencil mustache, who immediately looks alarmed and holds his hands up.]
Hey, Hey! The dame's off the track--I'm the mark, here, not her!
[The bouncer grabs the man's arm and pushes his sleeve up, a few cards fluttering out. Despite this, the thin man continues to shout as the bouncer shows him the door.]
D'YOU KNOW WHO I AM?? I'LL HAVE THE COPPERS ON THIS CLIP JOINT AND THAT GOWED-UP TOMATO'LL BE FULLA DAYLIGHT WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH HER! Y'HEAR ME? DAYLIGHT!!!
[Polly stares after for a moment, then sighs and shakes her head... and finally catches the blink of the record light out of the corner of her eye in the process. Gasping with startlement and annoyance, she lunges for the guide.]
Hey, that's mine!
[Feed Terminated]
[ooc: Blue is the cheating Noirtican. Black is Polly, and, in case anyone needs a dictionary...]