Logs:A New Game
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| RL Date: 22 September, 2008 |
| Who: Fiorella, T'rev, T'rien |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: T'rev teaches Fiorella to play a game. |
| Where: Commons Cavern, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 25, Month 10, Turn 17 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Sunniva/Mentions, Berit/Mentions |
While not nearly as large as the living cavern, the commons do serve something of a similar purpose as a gathering point for residents. There are a few scattered tables and chairs, with a section of counter carved from the native granite for general use. The typically cool floors are covered with a handful of rugs, while tapestries serve to blunt the chill emanating from the walls. Lighting is provided through glow baskets for the most part, although some individuals might bring in a lantern if they think to. It's a fair bit quieter than the living cavern and is designed more as a location for residents to meet and work on whatever work needs to be done -- mending, cleaning, and tending to children are only a small sampling of the things that can be seen going on here. It's most active later in the day, after the bulk of the work is done and people start to settle in for the night, but it's never empty of people. It also serves as a hub for a variety of useful caverns -- the nursery is located across from the residents' dorms, with the bathing cavern situated between the two. The candidates barracks are somewhat off to the side, closest to the tunnel that leads back out to the inner caverns. T'rien is on his way through the cavern, brushing what appear to be cookie crumbs from his arms and carrying a miniature version of his sweater in his free hand. He seems to have just come from the nursery and the bemused look on his face probably confirms it. A few children in the area spy him and wave, calling out greetings, which are returned with a smile and wave from the brownrider. Fiorella is with the group of children said greetings come from. Sort of. Rather the girl is at the edge of the group, casting a look over the cavern in search of something a little more down her alley of fun than the dolls some of the girls had been trying to talk her into play with them. To one side of the cavern, T'rev is sat with one other rider, a stack of tokens in the middle of the table, cards in evidence. "... see that's when you fold," the bronzerider is telling the greenrider by the knot on the other man's shoulder. That other rider is nodding along as he hands his cards back to the wingleader. The call of children to Sandstone's wingleader lifts T'rev's head though and he looks over, lifts a hand in salute and calls out a greeting himself. "Good day, T'rien." And on the edge of the group, there's Ella and a little smirk builds on T'rev's face. "And Fiorella, how's things? Wanna learn t'play cards?" T'rien lifts his face at the sound of his name and returns the light salute cast his way from T'rev. "Evening, T'rev..." An eyebrow rises slightly at the bronzerider's offer toward Fiorella but he can't seem to help but grin at the idea. "Careful...she'll probably learn fast and take you for every mark you've got." Fiorella's face lights up with a grin as she catches sight of T'rev and hears his greeting to her. "Would I?" the girl giggles, bounding over to join the group at the table. "Is it hard? I played some at home with Mel. Well I always call her Mel, but she doesn't like it her name's Meleana really. But yeah," she beams, "If you could teach me? She never taught me anything besides 'Go Fish', but that gets boring after awhile. What's it called?" Yes, she talks... alot.. as she curls into a seat next to the bronzerider. "Nah, I start out with tokens, right H'mal?" T'rev asks the greenrider across the way, the man chuckling a little and nodding. "Yeah - he's too wily to play for marks with a beginner." The bronzerider gestures T'rien over. "Want to deal in for a hand? We could all show Ella here a little bit about how it goes," T'rev continues with a wink for the girl. "Ain't the rules as is hard, it's figurin' out what everyone else has got so y'know how t'bet." T'rien makes his way over to the table, pulling out a chair and sitting down, after tossing the small sweater over the back of it first. "Sure," he agrees. "I'm always game for corrupting the young." He grins over at Fiorella. "Rules are easy; mind-reading, that's hard." Fiorella nods slowly, "We could do real ones if that's how its supposed to be. I have some left from my allowance." she offers, a look of mild confusing crossing her features. "Mind reading?" she ask, looking between each of the others at the table. "I don't know. This is sounding rather difficult." "Nah, not a good idea t'start with marks on the table," T'rev says with a laugh and a wink for Fiorella. He shuffles the cards as the others join and starts to deal. "Ain't so much mind readin' as people readin'," T'rev explains. "Like watching to see what a person does when their cards are bad or good." He nods as T'rien seats himself. "Corruption huh? I'll keep that in mind, T'rien." T'rien picks up his cards as they're dealt, trying to keep his face composed as he reads them. "I've been accused of it from time to time," he confirms for T'rev. "Though how and why I've yet to figure out. I'm always the last to know, it seems." Yes, because either of them want to be found of being one in on 'corrupting' Ella. That might not go over so well with some people. "So are you going to tell me the rules?" the girl asks, watching T'rev for an answer. "Heh, s'pose it depends on who's doin' the accusin'," T'rev answers the other wingleader with a quiet chuckle and sets the deck down, organizes his own hand. "So, rules, yeah. Y'know what the cards are right?" And he explains high and low cards and how they combine to make higher and lower hands. "Highest hand wins, see, but the bettin' is what makes things innerestin'. Generally, people bet good when they've got a good hand see, but a person might try t'bluff and edge out someone else based on bettin' when they ain't got jack." T'rien nods as he considers his hand, moving cards around. "Essentially, this is a game of who can outfox who," he adds. "I might have diddly squat in my hand right now but, if I can force you to build up the pot, then fold your hand, I'll win." He taps his temple with his free hand. "Strategy, as they say." Fiorella nods. "I know what the cards are, yeah." Its not the first time she's seen a deck of cards after all. "I think I understand it..." she replies after listening to T'rev's explanations. "But you'll help. Right?" she asks of neither of the riders in particular as she fans out the cards, using both hands to hold them in front of her. Likewise shifting cards around, T'rev flips one out onto the table and takes a new one. "Need any, T'rien?" he asks then turns towards Ella, first thing to do is look through and decide if you wanna trade any from your hand to get maybe a better one or maybe not." He and the greenrider both nod. "You betcha," the bronzerider answers, "whole point of learnin' is gettin' help." T'rien tosses two cards into the discard pile. "Two please." He accepts two from T'rev when they're dealt and considers his new hand. "Discarding is also part of the strategy," he tells the young girl. "You can lead your opponents in all sorts of directions, just by the number of cards you toss. Do I have three of a kind? Maybe I'm working on a flush? Or am I fishing for straight?" Fiorella hmms, twisting her lips and tweaking them off to the side as she makes a face at the cards in her hand. "Just these two, please." she says, turning all the cards face down on the table and pulling the two she wants to discard and pushing them towards the pile. Once the replacements are received she adds them to her stack and picks the hand up again. T'rev slides those two cards over to T'rien and nods along. "Yep, could be you didn't actually need 'em," he notes, "and how you react to what you get could be the truth or totally made up," he continues and passes Fiorella the new cards. "Want any hints so far?" he asks the girl as he sets his own hand down, face down and divvies up tokens for the betting. T'rien taps his cards on the table and considers for a moment, reaching out for the tokens as they come his way. "Or you could have really been counting on something good..." Fiorella hmms. "What if I don't have any good cards at all?" the girl inquires as T'rev asks about hints. "Then what do I do?" She peers over the top of her cards as her elbows rest on the tabletop. "Either way, most folks give it away somehow," T'rev adds on with a grin T'rien's way. "Well if you think you can bluff through it, then by all means, go for it. But if y'don't, s'best t'fold and not bet," the bronzerider explains. With the tokens distributed, he explains the value of each, then nods to T'rien. "Start off th'bettin'?" T'rien shifts his position a bit, looking mildly uncomfortable with the thought of putting even fake money down on the cards in his hand. Sighing, he picks up a couple of tokens and tosses them forward. "I bet two." Fiorella nods, "Okay. So if they aren't good I can just be done." That seems a simple enough. "How do you bet though?" is the next questions, seeing as they're explaining as they're going along, she hasn't gotten that lesson yet. "I mean I know you put the tokens down but..." "See, T'rien's already givin' himself away with all that sighin' over yonder," T'rev says with a laugh and holds up a token. "General-like, you put down what you think your hand is worth. So, see, T'rien put down two onners, so now H'mal's gotta put down th'same or more if he thinks his cards're good. Or y'know if he's gonna try t'bluff to stay in," the bronzerider explains." H'mal duly puts two in, matching T'rien. "So now it's your turn, if you think you can do better'n them two you can put in the same to stay in, or raise n' push things a bit." T'rien places his cards down, face first on the table and leans back, looking slightly disgruntled. "You certainly couldn't do much worse than what I have," he advises the girl. "So I'd suggest at least seeing my bet." "Oh, alright. So the same or more always." Fiorella nods, glancing towards T'rien at the other's mention. "More if I think mine is better. Right." The girl looks her cards over again, before pushing two of the tokens out towards the middle. "Yep and if you can't bet, gotta fold," T'rev states, waiting on Ella's bet and chuckling lowly at T'rien's words. He nods as Fiorella's two make it into the pile, winks at her and tosses in three, then leans back in his chair too. "So, see now the questions is, have I got good cards, or am I just shinin' you all on t'make the pot get big." T'rien looks up and over toward the nursery as he hears a familiar little voice calling out toward him. Standing in the doorway is a miniature version of the brownrider, who appears to be all red-eyed and sniffly and has his thumb firmly jammed into his mouth as he escapes the minders and finds his father in the crowd. With a slight grimace, T'rien tosses up his cards, stands and gets to his feet. "Sorry to teach, lose and run but it looks like I've got a little wingrider that needs mending. Good luck, Fiorella. Take it easy on her, T'rev, H'mal..." With a wave and after retrieving the small sweater from the back of his chair, he heads off toward the nursery. Fiorella nods, looking up as the one leaves and sending him a smile. "Thank you T'rien!" she calls after the rider before looking back to the table. "So.. now," she starts looking over towards T'rev, "If I want to keep playing I have to put in three?" Cocking a look over in the direction of the nursery, T'rev makes a little face as Jerien turns up and nods at T'rien. "Good luck with the mendin', man." He splays T'rien's cards out for Fiorella to see. "See? Nothin'. Kinda hand you usually fold with," he notes, "unless y'happen to have a reason t'bluff and bluff big." H'lam matches T'rev's bet and both riders nod. "Yep, three or raise." Fiorella nods, peering at the cards as the bronzerider shows them to her. She wrinkles her nose a bit, thinking a moment before picking three more of the tokens from her pile to push towards the center of the table. "And she stays in," T'rev announces gaily and ups the ante again, four tokens. H'mal just gives T'rev a /look/. "I thought we were supposed to be teaching her how to play?" the greenrider said with a laugh, but gamely put four tokens in too and both riders look over at Ella. "So what we're supposedly both sayin' here is we got good cards. So if yours ain't so hot, think about whether or not you wanna bluff us, either by uppin' the bet, or foldin' to get out so's you don't lose your shirt." Fiorella hms, "I think," she starts, biting her lower lip just bit. "I think, one, two, three, four." she counts them out quietly before pushing the tokens towards the growing pile. "Stayin' in," T'rev announces again and grins over at the girl. And maybe predictably, he tosses in a single fiver. H'mal snorts and puts his cards down, spreading them for Fiorella to see his low pair. "Not worth staying in for if he's playing that way, I think." T'rev nods at the girl. "In or out?" Fiorella blinks, green-eyed gaze turning towards H'mal and his cards and she nods. "Playing that way?" she curiously, studying her own cards for a long moment as she waits for the answer to her question before equaling T'rev's tokens again. "Aggressive," H'mal says with a shrug. "Least that's how he explained it just now. 'Course he could just be messing around to prove a point about poker." T'rev just smiles sunnily at Ella. "In or out?" he echoes and nods as she stays in. "Allrighty then, that means another 5 from me and unless you're raisin', we show cards now." Fiorella shakes her head, ponytail bouncing lightly off her shoulders. "No, I just want to see what cards you have." she replies, which means no, she's not raising. "On three?" "Allrighty then," and T'rev puts his cards down. And it's a load of total junk. "Could you tell I was bluffin'?" he asks and starts to sort out the tokens, putting the singles back together. H'mal meantime is just shaking his head and rolling his eyes. Fiorella puts her cards down and has a pair, a very low pair, but a pair none the less. "I don't know. I guess I could tell T'rien didn't have anything, but I wasn't sure about the two of you..." Beat as she looks at the cards. "That means I win, doesn't it?" "Yep, if we were playin' for marks, you'd have uhhh ... somethin' like 20 marks t'take home," T'rev says with a grin. "Though we usually play with lower bids, y'know a thirty-second or a sixteenth to buy in, not a whole mark." He winks over at Fiorella though. "At any rate, see, half th'game is tryin' t'sort out the other players, it's about chances and risks and how much you trust your own guts." Fiorella giggles, a smirk pulling across the girl's lips. "I think you just don't like to think that a little girl might have beat you." she bubbles, green eyes twinkling. "I can't wait to show Sunni and Berit!" Cause yay, fun game, what else should you do but show your sisters. T'rev laughs merrily. "Well if you wanna we can play for real sometime, with marks and then it'll be all serious," the bronzerider says with glee in his voice. "If you've gotta good poker face you could totally beat me," he says with an easy shrug, clearly not bothered by the prospect. "And y'know, I'll also wager that showin' your sisters ain't a good idea. They won't think it's proper." That earned another snort from H'mal who passed his cards back over to T'rev. "I'd best head out, thanks for the lessons, wingleader." The greenrider's salute follows and T'rev echoes the gesture. |
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