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Feb 20, 2010 17:12

Who: Akio and Angelica
Where: Dining Room
When: this afternoon
Warnings: none so far, though dunno what topics are coming up. Will edit.

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angelica sexby/fanshawe, akio ohtori

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naughtbutlife February 20 2010, 23:45:32 UTC
Angelica arrived in the dining hall with cup in hand and dice in her pocket. She was rather obsessed as of late with the idea of playing tavern games - cards, dice, marbles, knucklebones, ninepins...that sort of thing. Not for gambling purposes, but purely because it was such a devious and ungodly thing to do. Naturally Angelica wished to partake.

She waved good afternoon to Akio and fixed herself a cup of coffee, sitting across from her inmate with a gentle smile. Both cups were set on the table before she went finishing in her skirts for the dice, which were then unceremoniously dropped into the open, empty cup. "Good to see you, Akio."

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parttimejob February 21 2010, 00:02:59 UTC
"And you, Angelica," he replies. Yes, that again. He likes the effect it has. "You've brought your game?" His greeting is only nodded.

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naughtbutlife February 21 2010, 00:24:46 UTC
"Aye, I brought my game," she replied coolly, deciding that Akio calling her by her first name was not the worst thing that could happen. "I assume you do not throw dice. Well...well-bred men and women do not throw dice." Which is exactly why she wanted to play.

"We will play The Road to London. Very simple rules. We have three dice in the cup here, and you roll three times. Like so." Angelica picked up the cup and covered the opening with her hand, giving it a shake and then letting the dice fall out on to the table. She pulled the highest numbered die, a five, and set it aside. "Each time you throw the dice, you remove the highest number. Then at the end you count up the numbers you rolled, and they become your points. The next player throws the dice, and the player with the highest number at the end wins the round.

"Follow?"

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parttimejob February 21 2010, 02:57:40 UTC
"I do, though I promise you well-bred wouldn't exactly apply to me." Well, Dios had been a prince, but it wasn't that kind of breeding. He watched her hands as she played with the cup. "Should we just go on from here?"

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