http://inthe-cards.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] inthe-cards.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2011-02-22 01:07 am
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When the world shines like you've had too much wine...

Character(s): Luxord, Setzer [ Open/Active ]
Content: To break his streak of boredom, Luxord has challenged Setzer to a game of poker.
Setting: The Wild Ginger
Time: Early week 29, 4pm
Warnings:  None, unless you have an aversion to gambling.



Finally out of his quarters, the Gambler was freely walking the streets again. Typically, he didn't care to go out without a purpose or goal set in mind--even if said goal was to simply stand on the side-lines and watch a particularly interesting bit of trouble unfold--thus he remained out of public, reviewing archives to try and locate any scraps of information on a strange creature. When none was found, to relieve a restlessness that had developed in the back of his mind, he'd called out to a fellow gambler and set up what he hoped to be a riveting game of high-stakes cards.

Luxord had arrived a quarter of an hour early to get settled in at the table for two he had reserved. He had procured three new decks of regular playing cards and set them out on the table, the plastic around each box still shining. He also made room in his plans for anyone who managed to hear about what was planned here somehow, thus he was dressed in black slacks, a decent pair of shoes, a burgundy collared shirt that he left un-tucked, and a black vest with charcoal pinstripes and gold buttons to match the links on his cuffs so he wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb while slowly enjoying a glass of gin.

(( OOC:  This thread's open to anyone that wants to join if they're interested. I'll leave it to you guys to come up with a reason as to how your character'd know about the Wild Ginger meeting. Anyway. For anyone that does join, this'll be run like Xion's tag thread. A discussion thread for people on the sidelines to chatter, and a thread for Setzer, Luxord, and anyone who wants to be dealt in. ))

[identity profile] withwingstofly.livejournal.com 2011-02-24 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
It wasn't long before Setzer arrived. Like Luxord, he had a habit of arriving a little early to affairs like this one. Nothing near as much so as Luxord, but enough so that he wouldn't run the chance of being late. Being fashionably late was one thing. Being late to a first meeting was another. So he, too, was early, if only by a handful of minutes.

Similarly, he too was dressed in something that could easily be considered 'dressed up'. Of course, the long black coat with gold embroidery around the hems was nothing more than he wore on a regular basis, but one had to admit it did tend to lend itself to a certain sort of impression none the less.

"Emlen, I presume?"

[identity profile] withwingstofly.livejournal.com 2011-03-01 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
For now, Setzer had no particular interest in the breadsticks. Perhaps he'd indulge later, but they would be more than a little detrimental to conversation, unless he wanted to us them to emphasize his points, and he'd never really been one to outline them in such a manner anyway.

"I wouldn't dream of missing such a chance," Setzer answered, as he took the proffered hand. Politeness had its place, and he didn't see any reason to leave it by the wayside. "After all, I've yet to see much action myself."

Not, of course, that he hadn't tried, but this might just be worth the wait, and he idly studied his opponent-to-be, taking in not only the coat, but also the set of earrings hanging in his ears.

It's fine! I know how that can go.

[identity profile] withwingstofly.livejournal.com 2011-03-27 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
Little to see? Setzer would beg to differ. True, there was nothing of importance to be read in his expression, but the piercings spoke of a man who was willing to bend the rules of the commonplace ever so slightly. The cut of his clothes, on the other hand, spoke of at least some amount of money that could be willing spent on such things and an eye for what looked good. A man of class, by all appearances. Whether he gambled as well as he chose his outfits would need to be seen.

"None whatsoever. I've not any idea what the exchange would be between the currencies, but I presume we'll be treating it as a one to one exchange?"

It wasn't really like the nature of the currency mattered much to the inhabitants of the city they'd found themselves in after all, and the less he had to calculate out exchange ratios the better.