Test Drive 2

[concierge]

Welcome to All Inclusive's test drive! Anyone is welcome!

Guidelines

• Please make sure you are familiar with how we play and what characters are allowed before participating.


• Writing should be in para/prose just like in the main game. That means no brackets, no asterisks, etc. No network posts, please.


• No anonymous comments.


• We very strongly suggest NOT writing your character's first time at the Nexus, but rather a random scenario once they've gotten more used to the idea of the place. The shock and surprise of new arrivals and subsequent info dump by whomever meets them tends to be one note.


• Entries to the test drive may be of any length. However, if your intro (top-level) comment is of normal post length and you are proud of the quality, you may use it as an example on your application.


• Feel free to tag around the meme with any character you already play or are considering, even if they don't have their own intro comment.


• If your character is accepted into the game and you have permission from the other involved players, you may consider test drive threads as game canon. You may also linkdrop them to the main community if you choose.


• Please use the header below for your intro/top-level comment.

Header

<b>Name:</b> <b>Canon:</b> <b>Location:</b>

Name: The character's name
Canon: The character's canon
Location: Choose: Somewhere in the hotel or grounds or through a door

Comments

[stealtheneedle]

His own eyebrow arched in response, the curve of his mouth turning downright coy. "With skill and a bit of luck," he said. "I don't tend to lose— maybe I've got a guardian angel." He could practically hear Jean's eyes rolling from— well, from however far away Karthain was from this fucking place. A guardian angel in the form of the lightest fingers this side of Shades' Hill, his friend's phantom voice chided him.

It dampened his mood slightly, thinking of Jean. But whatever had happened to Locke— and he wasn't certain, still, that this wasn't a wine-soaked dream he'd wake from as soon as it got interesting— he made as seldom a habit of being daunted by circumstance as he did of losing at cards.

Besides, he'd just made a new friend— it'd be rude to get all maudlin on him before they'd gotten properly soused off of other people's money. "Come watch the magic happen," he intoned, clapping his new companion on the shoulder. "And tell me your name, while we're at it. I'm Lucano."

[armedagainstlove]

"Athos," he replies, evenly said while he steps away from that bracing grasp of his shoulder. Porthos barely manages to get away with that and they have known each other for many years, now. He feels somewhat awkward at it, though he's curious enough to want to drift and remain to see what this 'magic' is that he's speaking about. "Pleasure," he notes dryly, arching a brow as he awaits whatever show he is about to see.

That, or he is awaiting acting as the sane voice in the madness that is about to ensue. He never knows which it will be.

[stealtheneedle]

Locke had no trouble convincing the card players to let him join them— an old trick that came as easy as breathing, a show of stumbling feet and gentle swaying, tossing a pilfered wad of paper bills on the table like he had ten times the amount to lose. They took him for a drunken rube, and for two hands he let them.

Then he took them, hand by hand, for everything they had.

Less than twenty minutes after he'd sat down, he stood with a hand on the back of his new friend's chair and an expression of solicitous humility on his face. "Thank you gentlemen," he said, still with the slight slur that had made his marks think him too intoxicated to be good at cards. They were furious, that much was plain— but lucky for Locke, this wasn't the sort of place where men got stabbed for winning.

They decamped to the bar, where Locke slapped a handful of assorted currency down on the polished wood and called for a bottle of wine— then, looking at Athos, "Make that two, there's a love." He had no idea if the sum he shoved at the girl was a little or a lot, but grinned at Athos like he had nothing to worry about. "Well, that was entertaining," he said. "What else is there to do for fun around here?"

[armedagainstlove]

Athos raises his brow, not sure whether he's admired or is horrified by this little show. He settles on the side of admiration, given that his new friend seems keen to purchase him a drink with his winnings. Besides which, he has seen Porthos run enough ruses to win money at cards that he is used to hustling people for their coins with small tricks. However, he does wonder where the trick had been, curious as he hadn't been able to see it with the naked eye.

"I'm afraid I'm a poor expert on the subject, as we are currently in the midst of my favourite activity," Athos remarks, lifting his glass. "How did you do it?" he asks. "Cards up your sleeve? Perhaps a marked deck?" he queries.