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[nitro_is_ace]

Ace has a coin.

Well. She has more than one coin, but right now, she only has one big coin out.

And she's been flipping it for the last two hours.

Right now she's decided the answer is best decided by best 6,000 out of 9,000.

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[blue_ajah]

One hopes that she will not be too distracted by the sudden bright slice of silver light that widens into a portal in the corner of the bar.

Moiraine steps through, glancing around as the gateway snaps shut behind her.

[nitro_is_ace]

Ace is a highly distractable creature. It's just the way she is.

Thus there is a clink of metal hitting the floor, and the sight of Ace digging around under the couch to try and get her coin back.

[blue_ajah]

The ringing sound of the falling coin gets her attention, and a slightly amused smile curves her lips at the sight of Ace's predicament.

"Would you care for some assistance with that?"

[nitro_is_ace]

"Yeah, it's..." Ace stretches again, fingers reaching under the couch, but all in vain. "Just out of reach. I think it's hidin' from me."

No one ever said she's consistently logical.

[there_is_a_me]

"Hallo, Ace." Spoon settles down on the floor near her feet as he (and assorted puppies) enter and tosses a piece of candy her way.

[nitro_is_ace]

Ace neatly catches both the coin and the candy, popping one into her mouth and pocketing the other.

Luckily, the candy gets eaten, not the coin. She's not actively trying to die, here.

"Hullo Spoon."

She wasn't this nervous the other night. Maybe she's already had too much sugar?

[there_is_a_me]

He pauses, in a weird half-sitting position, and eyes her carefully, "Whut? Do I have sommat on me face?"

[nitro_is_ace]

"Oh. No. Y'fine." Ace assures him, nodding.

If she were an actual cat, a small little house tabby? She'd be one of those nutty cats that sprint around the house for no good reason, sending knick-knacks flying.

[dr_sarcasm]

"You need a hobby," says the cyborgish dead dude in the corner.

Not that Ton has noticed her continually re-flipping that coin or anything. No, no, no, no. Where would you get THAT thought?

[nitro_is_ace]

Well, there's a bit of terribly unsolicited advice.

"Oh, damn, I left the stuff for the friendship braids in the other coat. How silly of me." She snorts, and flips the coin again.

Heads.

...

Maybe once more.

[dr_sarcasm]

"Friendship braids? No, I mean something constructive." Ton starts ticking off ideas on his fingers. "Drinking too much, annoying others incessantly--though those two work best together... I s'pose you could always go hurt people you don't like." He shrugs.

[nitro_is_ace]

Ace looks at this strange human-robot thing.

With that sort of look one usually reserves for drunk, over-amorous uncles that no one is actually sure belong at the family reunion.

"A'right then."

That smile? That smile says 'Go away, you are so weird'.