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[foraday]

No longer with child. Christ.

[he slumps into one of the nearby seats with a tired huff] I'm glad, though. Everything else is - I guess, back to this place's normal?

[finalgambit]

[ LOL. ]

[ should he tell him he still has his... ]

It seems like it. Thankfully.

[foraday]

[tell him if you want him to kill it - ]

Good.

. . . thanks. For what you did.

[finalgambit]

[ THAT'S BABY ONYX! ]

No problem. It was a 50/50 chance with that stupid butterfly ability. And I lost that gamble, so I made another.

[foraday]

[IT IS A PARASITE]

Hah . . . that's one way to put it. Next time, less gambling.

[finalgambit]

[ gambling is love.
gambling is life. ]

I'm not making any promises.

[foraday]

At least gamble with better odds, then.

[he's gonna just. Down like half of his drink, like a champ]

[finalgambit]

I thought the odds weren't half bad. [ he chuckles, downing his own drink. ] You ever play any games like these before?

[foraday]

[he pauses to look around, and after a moment shrugs a shoulder]

Not recently. When I was a kid they had arcades, but they weren't like this.

[finalgambit]

After a few drinks we should see what kind of games they've got.

[foraday]

Yeah? You got games like this where you're from?

[finalgambit]

[ he takes another quick look around. ] Nothing like these. I'm used to casinos.

[foraday]

Should've guessed that. We have casinos - there's a city across the country known just for that where I'm from.

[finalgambit]

Heh. I wouldn't mind if a casino popped up here, but I think I might be one of the only ones. But this might scratch that itch, even if just a little bit. [ he gets himself another drink and starts wandering over. ] c'Mon Leon.

[foraday]

[he picks up his drink and moves to follow]

Would it still be as satisfying? I doubt they'd have a casino with money . . .

[finalgambit]

Nnnot really. But it's something. A small scratch to a never-ending itch.

Probably not, but... maybe they'd find something worthwhile.

[foraday]

Food or ingredients would be worth it.

Though, people do just play it for fun.

[finalgambit]

I think ingredients would be nice. Even setting a daily or weekly limit would be find if they're worried about people [ people like him, specifically. ] going overboard.

[foraday]

I'd suggest bags of candy, but I doubt we could find those around here. At least with that it wouldn't be much of a concern for . . . people.

[you]

[finalgambit]

I'm not really interested in candy.

[foraday]

Then ingredients would probably be the best one.

day 35 late af / day 36 early af

[finalgambit]

[ sick of people knocking on his door and interrupting his brooding sessions aventurine portals out of the apartments so he can be miserable in peace. he assumes most people are crashing and burning so he could have probably gone into any building but he's still being overly cautious because his appearance is still marty mcfucked. he ducks into the movie theater to linger in the lobby, whose floor is disgustingly sticky. why. ]

...disgusting. [ well, at least the theaters will be dark, empty, and residue free. hopefully. ]

[bsod]

[ What does a television demon do when he's too wired (ha) to sleep? Go out for a movie, naturally. The theater is one of the few buildings he hasn't been in, but he clocked that it had power some time ago.

So, a short time after Aventurine discovers the sticky-ass floor, Vox also steps into the lobby. His shoes stick instantly. ]

Oh, gross.

1/2

[finalgambit]

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[finalgambit]

[ the eyes on his body immediately stare down vox, but he, himself, looks toward the theater he'd intended to enter. he considers making a break for it... perhaps throwing a portal down and fucking off. where would he go? to the apartments?? hahaha. that's exactly where he doesn't want to be right now. ]

What are you doing here? [ he stands his ground, but he's tense, like he'll bolt at a moment's notice. ]