William looks at the chip bag. "What is barbecue?"
"Well, it's good meat. That's all I know," Bianca says. "So. Breaking in. I've almost got that floor layout memorized, by the way. Where is it now?"
Warm hugs and morally questionable advice given here. Prosey Bitchfest"It's the distinct smell we need," Alice said. "A scent that'll cover up another, but blend right in for a security room or some such, and not be so offensive as to demand immediate investigation. Some jackass left his chips out too long, they'll figure, and let the cleaning crews worry about it on their own time."
"Anyways. I think we've all agreed on breaking in the brutal way. Good. I think the floorplan is... gimme a sec..." she quickly hunted down the laptop, brought it to the kitchen/war room table, and opened it up. "Hold on... ah, yes." She opened the scanned floorplan.
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William lights up another cigarette. "Hey, kid. Get over here."
Warm hugs and morally questionable advice given here. Prosey BitchfestBianca sighs. William's probably about to do socially unacceptable things to sate his curiosity. He just doesn't know when to stop with anything. But she knows there's nothing she can do about it."
William holds up the deck of cards again. "You don't seem busy, so let's have a game or two. Bianca, are you playing?"
"Might as well." She snatches the cards and begins shuffling. "What are we playing?"
"Whatever. Prisha should have a say, I guess."
Warm hugs and morally questionable advice given here. Prosey Bitchfest"I'll play." Cain said. "It's been a while since I've played some good P&A."
He pulled up a crate, and cracked open a bottle of beer. "Let's get cracking."
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serial"Rig the game?" William laughs. "I'm an asshole, but I'm not evil."
"Same thing," Bianca says. "He won't dare pull anything while I'm watching. Don't worry. Er, the games we know might be different from the ones in this world. William, do you have poker chips?"
"No."
"Then can you all play 'bullshit?'"
Warm hugs and morally questionable advice given here. Prosey BitchfestAlice glanced at the gathering card players and considered her options. Finally, she decided making foes was not her intent; she was a nearly compulsive cheater who neither Sigmund nor Isaac trusted anywhere near their cards. Although...
Managing to keep a straight face, with effort, she said, "I'd hate to see this whole thing collapse under accusations of cheating. Need someone to shuffle those for you?"
In case you haven't guessed, if she's allowed to shuffle, Alice will stack the deck according to her own whims.
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"I'm doing it," Bianca says, her fingers already working away. "Alice, are you playing, or are you still messing with your supplies?"
When Alice gives her answer, Bianca deals the cards.
Warm hugs and morally questionable advice given here. Prosey BitchfestBianca's metal arm clicks and points at Prisha. "Why are you using your powers?"
William sighs. "Can we have a nice, civil game? I wanted to loosen the mood and cheating won't help with that."
Warm hugs and morally questionable advice given here. Prosey BitchfestAlice shook her head. "Nah, I'll stick with fixing up my new toys. Oh, and in case you weren't around for the pyrotechnics:, Cain, don't touch the Elvis lighter if you're fond of not having your face scorched off."
She glared coldly at Prisha, and said, in a warning tone, "keep up bullshit like that..." suddenly she broke into a grin and jovially said, "and I might end up liking you."
"Fair enough." Bianca hums quietly until she finishes dealing the cards.
"Ace of spades," William says, and sets it down, face-up, in the middle. "Clockwise, so Bianca goes next."
"One two," she drones, and sets it face-down.
Warm hugs and morally questionable advice given here. Prosey BitchfestWilliam's eye twitches with irritation, but lets it pass. "If you don't mind me asking, where did your powers come from and when?"
Bianca groans. Here it goes.
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Alice isn't in the game.
Alice casually pulled out a hefty knife from the kitchen and began to test its weight. As she did so, she said, "that's the great thing about not having superpowers in this fucked up world. No stupid questions to answer..." she tossed the knife into the air, caught it by the handle, and began to juggle it. "And when you've pulled off a successful mission, it's real hard to narrow down the pool for the other bastard."
She juggled for a bit longer, after which she caught the knife one last time and returned it to its place. Then she said, "oh, Prisha, free tip from an old hand. Make up a cover story. Tell somebody you have to keep the truth a secret, they'll just get more curious. Tell 'em something that sounds plausible but is total bullshit. You got bit by a radioactive bug many winters ago. Your mom had some fun with Jack Frost, and nine months later, you. Something in that vein."
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William adds "self-importance" his mental list of why Prisha might be the asshole that he is. "I see. What kind of people do you usually work with? Two fours."
"Bullshit," Bianca says in a singsong voice. She turns the cards over: a four and a three. William rolls his eyes and picks up the stack.
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Shinji glanced at Noah out of the corner out of his eye. "We're breaking in. Good for me, because I'm not my father."
Daisuke picked up the bag of barbecue-flavored potato chips, staring at the bold lettering on the front in what seemed like confusion, contempt and disgust all at once.
"Why does it have to be such a weird flavor?"
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."