Log:Sabacc Tournament
1st Annual Sabaac Tournament
OOC Date: August 18, 2019
Location: Pazaak and Tabac Starport District, Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Maeb'h, Begula, Zhu Yan, Sion, Bar'duur, Rial Het, Dyannah Nerus, Thais, Ilpani, Netep Muri, Iollan Canem, Liz'diot
The Pazaak and Tabac located in the Starport District on Nar Shaddaa is sparkling clean. There is a large buffet style table with various finger foods of all different types arranged neatly in front of the bar where there is no seating.
The new band from Mos Eisley, Tatooine is on stage and they are playing sizzling hot tunes as people gather for the tournament that has been advertisted on the Holonet.
There is a large banner hanging on the wall near the owner's table that reads 'Support the Traders Union! Proud sponser of the 1st Annual Sabacc Tournament at the Pazaak and Tabac!'
The owner of the establishment, Mae Moreland, is standing by the door, welcoming each guest as they arrive.
"Welcome! Thank you for coming! Good Luck!" she says with a smile.
Near the table but not seated at it, Sion circles and speaks softly to the players. "Heyo, and welcome. Can I get you anything to drink? The bar is fully stocked and ready to serve." She knows only one personally, of course. "Hey, Bar, good luck! Can I get you anything?"
The Bounty Huntress known as Thais has settled in across from Bar'duur at the Sabbac table, having reached a clawed hand up to remove her helmet, and then set it down on the table besides her. She glances over at Bar'duur with a flash of her liquid golden, feline eyes, before telling him in a warning, purry-growl, "You should not have taken advantage of my foolish sister. A Cathar does not know what you are scheming at, but know she will not be allowed to defile her honor to escape whatever debt you claim her to owe."
Rial Het had entered alongside Dyannah, greeting Sion with an easy smile. "An orchid wine for the lady," a gloved hand indicates Dy, "And a Talusian ale for myself, I thank ye."
Bar'duur is dressed up nice tonight and strolls up to the Sabacc table, after paying for the Zeltron girl's game of course with plenty of smiles and kind words. As he sits down across from the feline, the horned man's brow lifts lightly. "I.. dont think I've met your sister." He replies with a more curious expression. Bar'duur decides to join in this round.
They could be presenting themselves at court or, a sabacc tournament, the lady's hand poised light on the man's arm they enter heads high. The silk of the zeltron's backless dress, fluid as water, blue as the edge of space, clings to her, brushing mid-thigh and dropping to the tops of her high heeled sandals in back. One large blue jewel is set beneath her pink throat.
Like a mynock in the comm relay - that's Netep's role here. Just a spanner tossed into the turbine, a glitch in the navcomp, a...
Well, you get the idea.
Lounging rather irreverently at the owner's table, Netep Muri watches the beginning match she can yet see, over in that pocketed room. She is here to represent that bannered sponsor and after last night's postponement, opted out of her decision to abstain from the competition. It'd be bad form, should the sponso walk away with the prize monies they'd put forth, but she's happy to play as 'house defender.’
Ilpani sits a small space away from the tournament table, with her back up against a wall, and her arms crossed beneath her chest. She wears a silky, off-the -shoulder number on top, in a pastel blue that matches her eyes, a pair of light fitting leather pants beneath it, with some stylish, if slightly worn, boots on her feet. A tiny translation droid hovers in her lap, buzzing intermittently with a series of beeps and whistles, while she tries to ignore it. When the exchange happens between her sister and Bar'duur, her eyes flash wide, and she leans forward, lifting a hand to wave and get the Zabrak's attention. "Shush." She whispers to the droid, as it comes within centimeters of her face, then flashes a smile at the man who paid her entrance fee. "That's me. I'm..." She shrinks back into her seat. "Adopted?" She doesn't sound entirely sure.
The corpulent one, His Eminence the Hutt Lord Begula, has adopted quite a position here in the P&T. Taking up quite a premium of floor space, the Hutt watches the goings on with a keen interest, but also with a slight air of amusement ... and confidence. The stakes are high, and He Himself will be having a hand in them, when the time is right.
Currently, Begula is monching on quite the handful of confections, the sounds of His cronching carrying throughout the fray even over the calm chaos of the tournament.
In from the street with little ado, Iollan pauses only a half-beat in the doorway. His gaze sweeps, the sea-green set of his attention hitting a few familiar faces before he moves towards the bar, skirting the Hutt as widely as possible.
"Ah, good choices, both," Sion says, smiling at Rial and Dyannah. "Talusian ale for yourself, good sir, and orchid wine for your lovely companion. Coming right up!" She whirls gracefully and strides back to the bar, all dark, long-limbed efficiency.
She is indeed back in moments, tray in hand, glasses on tray, effortlessly balanced, and almost glides up to the table by Rial and Dyannah. "Your ale, sir," she says, setting the tankard down on the table at his elbow. "And your wine, good lady," she adds, setting the long-stemmed glass within easy reach for her. "Enjoy!" And off she goes again. She does pause for a quick chat with Bar'duur again, nodding and smiling at Ilpani. "New friend? She's charming! But I'd be careful of her sister," she says to the Zabrak. "She looks fierce! I could back you up, but these leathers aren't claw-resistant..."
Mae deals the cards to the first team of Bar'duur and Thais. Her own hand was a bust and she folds. She looks at the two players and waits on them to take their turns.
Bar'duur's eyes move from the Cathar woman over to Ilpani and he blinks. "Oh, ohhh!" He says and offers a polite smile to the Cathar woman. "I wasnt trying to take advantage of anyone, just helping out a pretty girl, it was a gift." He says, maybe just a little more cautiously. He blinks as Sion speaks and smiles brightly when he first sees her. "Hey Sion!" Said cheerfully, before he snorts somewhat. "Yeah, thanks for the advice." Of course, it's then time to be dealt cards.
After few moments, Ilpani rises from her seat, and stalks across the room towards the tournament table towards Bar'duur. She places one hand on his shoulder as he sits, hinging at her hips, and glances over to her sister, as she lowers her voice to a conspiratorial purr, "Don't worry about her," She reassures him, "She's just a little over-protective." She offers up a very restrainted, yet very teasing, one-shouldered shrug in Thais' direction, then rights herself and walks back over to her chair, but not before stopping to return Sion's smile and wave to her. "Hi! I'm Ilpani. Nice to meet you." She nods, and then spins on the ball of one foot to settle back into her seat.
It does not seem that Thais is very mollified by the young Zabrak's seeming attempt to explain the benevolence of his actions. She has spent far more than enough time on Nar Shaddaa to know that no young male on this planet offers a stupid young woman like Ilpani 15,000 credits, simply out of charity. She glares at him with her golden, slitted feline eyes, mutter-purring, "A Cathar does not believe your lies." And then it's time to play!
"Let's sit out a few rounds, Rial. See how fortunes move this evening." Dyannah accepts the drink from the lovely server with a faint smile and nod, the jewel around her neck flashing with the movement.
"Know anyone?" She murmurs head close to his. "I know a few faces from my time here." Iollan keeps the air of casual diseffect like a natural; elbow to the bar, turned to see the game as it progresses, the tall shock of a man nurses his ale with only passing interest. His attention seems more suited to following the plays as they happen, some wry grin chasing his expression.
The new band from Mos Eisley, Tatooine is playing a really sizzling tune, people are enjoying the free food and drink and the general atmosphere is happy.
The owner's table, the largest round table in the Pazaak and Tabac is being used for the tourney.
Mae has dealt and folded her hand, waiting on her players to make their next moves.
Muri's subservient right hand remains at the ready to receive the cool chill of frosted glass stem between welcoming fingers. Her dominant left is employed on more important tasks of the moment. Like locating another smoke and lighter from the stupidly small handbag strung over shoulder. This is why she doesn't fancy women's clothing, more oft than not. Only on special occasions....will she....wrestle...with this stupidity! A resolute WHACK of the glitter-studded accessory against the table's edge finally dislodges some of the wedged contents and out pops...a lipstick. Not what she was hunting for, but while it's here....
Muri grudgingly applies. Her glower into the tiny, fogged mirror reveals a familiar saunter of tall man's face pass through the crowded floor.
Rial Het regards the words traded between the Cathars and the Zabrak, noting the Hutt in particular in the next pass. The same easy smile lingers on his face as the first hand begins. The gentleman notes quietly to Dyannah, "Lively bunch. I'd offer a wager on whether shots are fired, tonight, but I doubt any would take me up on it, would they?" Smiling briefly deeper, he shakes his head to the negative in answer of her question. "Can't say that I do."
Thais withdraws four of the holo-etched cards and begins her hand.
Bar'duur withdraws four of the holo-etched cards and begins his hand.
Begula quaffs from a large flagon of sickly-sweet ale, a small bit of it dribbling down his double, cleft chin. His large tongue now lolls from side to side of his gaping maw as He attempts to mop up some of the dribbling liquid. A servant who is standing quite near notices the efforts, and steps up with a large, damp, warm cloth and cleans the Hutt immediately. The Hutt Lord pays the servant no mind, His eyes on the sabacc table and the hands being dealt there.
Mae calls out to everyone that tonight's event is brought to you in part by the Traders Union. She looks at Netep Muri. "Care to say a few words?" and winks.
Bar'duur smiles at Ilpani as she makes her way over, and does just a little nervious chuckle as she walks back, and her 'sister' speaks. "Well, sorry to hear that, I guess we'll just have to play and see if I've got some alterior motive, or not.." He informs the Cathar. The Zabrak man in his suit adjusts himself to sit up a bit more in his chair. As he receives his hand he immedeately discards one, pausing for a moment as though to consider something he mutters under his breath.
Bar'duur slides his cards under a holder and the values on the hand are frozen.
Sion looks back to Ilpani, her smile growing. She hasn't gotten many greetings with names tonight. "Hi, I'm Sion. Cool to meet you, Ilpani!" she replies sincerely. "Love to talk, but tonight I'm serving. Good luck!" And she's off again, heeding a frantic signal from the bartender.
She's back within a moment, a long-stemmed glass on her tray. She arrives about the same time as the invitation, slipping the glass into Netep's hand. "Sorry for you wait, my lady. Enjoy!" she says with a smile, and steps back to watch and listen.
Thais slides her cards under a holder and the values on the hand are frozen.
Maeb'h Moreland presses a button and the randomizer field deactivates, and all the cards retain their faces. This hand is now over.
Bar'duur ---------------- (20)
Maeb'h Moreland --------- (Folded)
Thais ------------------- (19)
Maeb'h Moreland slips the cards under a randomizer field and the card's holoimages shift from image to static to image and are now ready for playing.
Maeb'h Moreland decides to join in this round.
Ilpani decides to join in this round.
Netep Muri decides to join in this round.
Maeb'h Moreland has now locked the game. Anyone who did not type JOIN must now wait until the next hand.
Maeb'h Moreland withdraws four of the holo-etched cards and begins her hand.
Ilpani withdraws four of the holo-etched cards and begins her hand.
It would be impossible for Ilpani not to take note of the ritzy pair of Rial and Dyannah. Her electric-blue eyes track over them both, as something of an enigmatic, unreadable expression falls over her features. Maybe she's jealous of the nice clothing. Maybe she's sizing them up as marks. Maybe she just appreciates their style.
She wouldn't want to stare-- or at least, she wouldn't want to get caught doing so-- so after a few moments looking the pair over, she returns her attention towards the Sabacc table. But Begula? He would also be impossible for her to take note of him, too. She purses her lips, but decides against waving like an excited child to the great Hutt Lord, and instead just nods in his direction, folds her arms up under her breasts again, and waits for her turn to play.
Which comes sooner than she might have expected! Her eyes flash wide, and her lips peel off into a grin. She hops up from her chair and pads over to the table to take her seat. Her hands tap eagerly at the surface of the table, but she nods politely to Netep as she sits across from her.
Mae smiles at Ipani and Netep Muri as they come to the table. "Good luck!!" she says and deals the cards. Mae looks at her hand disgusted, and folds.
Ilpani slides her cards under a holder and the values on the hand are frozen.
Bar'duur looks a little suprised when he wins letting out a breath and he offers a polite sort of smile to Thais, his opponent. "Well, nice to meet you." Is all that he seems to come up with before he rises from the table and makes his way to a chair. He offers Ilpani a smile and a wink in passing but otherwise makes it to a seat.
Rial Het sets his drink down long enough to offer languid applause to the first pass of gamblers. Noting Muri and Ilpani being called down next, he leans his head nearer to share discreetly with Dyannah, "Less I miss me guess, that'll place you opposite the Hutt, in the next pass. Ought to be colorful, aye?" he notes with a small wink. Ilpani's regard is met with a small tilt of the gentleman's chin.
Netep holds up one finger - a POLITE finger - while she smacks the plum-colored gob together and tucks the applicator away. Only to then find the lighter. And a crumpled tabac stick. Drek.
"Anybody care to spot?" She calls out, broken dream held aloft between forefinger and thumb. It's both icebreaker and honest question. "Name's Muri. Cofounder of the Traders Union. Loose band of shipping brethren, angling to safekeep ourselves and our routes from..." choose your words carefully, Muri. Yellow eyes scan the room, knowing that among those here there /are/ probably some straight-shooting pirates. Like in the literal sense, not metaphorical morality. "thievery threats. And unfair persecutions. Or strandings..."
OH! Sion's given a little wink and Netep claims the glass for a sip while the first match's winner is announced. "At any rate - my ear's open, if you've an interest in our affairs." Her speech has been cut short, by grace of goodness and game timing. The lustrous black mane bobs and sways against her bare back as she stalks toward the competitors' table and offers the Zabrak a singular nod of acknowledgement for his accomplishment, in passing. *Sip* Ilpani gets a cursory once-over from the halfbreed when she does sit and a friendly flash of smile. "May fortune favor." And she lets the cards pile up under fingers for a peep.
Netep Muri withdraws four of the holo-etched cards and begins her hand.
Thais makes a low, growly warning sound at Bar'duur, when the holocards come up with him just barely edging out her total! She then *tap-tap-taps* the holo-projector display with her clawed fingertip, "This is not working. A Cathar does not lose to a dishonorable boy-man." However, the holocards seem to be fixed on staying the way they are, so she will stand up, seize her helmet, and then glower at Ilpani in a warning fashion, "You will lose this man's credits and then he will make demands of you." She turns away in disgust.
Head leaned on her the palm of her slender hand, aware of the eyes on them, Dyannah cooly watches the end of the first round. Her eyes slide off the Hutt like a laser over ice then track around the room noting the Cathan and the one she calls her sister. She keeps her expression dispassionate but her fingers tighten slightly on Rial's arm. After a sip of her drink to cover what she doesn't wish known, she observes quietly to her escort, "Close. He has good nerves." A beat and a quick look at Rial. "Goddess no."
Mae looks out into the crowd and can not miss Begula. She offers him a quick nod. Good to see the Hutt Lord out of the palace and of all places, her business!
Some flash of approval, perhaps interest, something gone sideways into genuine amusement colours the whole of Iollan's handsome face as he watches. It as exciting as real sport, in the right light. With an airy sort of laugh the man sets weight back a little further, shoulders askew as he leans to the bar, an absent turn of his wrist swirling the last of his drink.
Well, the Cathar certainly /seems/ serious! Sion watches the catwoman worriedly, clasping her tray in front of her with both hands. "Of all the times to be out of catbalm nectar," she murmurs, moving to check on the patrons again.
Iollan first; he's not hard to pick out of the crowd. "Good evening, sir, and welcome to the tournament. Can I get you anything?" she asks, bowing and smiling.
[PASS ( +28)] Netep Muri's Bluff @ (100) diff.
The twin Twi'lek bar tenders are making a big production of mixing drinks all sorts of fancy ways, tossing bottles into the air and catching them, setting some on fire as they pour for the cool visiual effect.
The band is really tearing it up, one hot tune after another.
The buffet table has all sorts of meats and cheeses brought in special for this tournament.
As the hand nears its completion, the Hutt Lord inches closer toward the table, servants and onlookers having to move out of His way as He does so. It seems that Begula is most eager to have His hand at sabacc, and, in readying for his turn, munches a last handful of confections ... for now. He nods slightly to Mae as He notices her nod. Eyes now cocked to the side, the Hutt observes Dyannah Nerus, realizing that it is she whom He will be up against. Corners of the Hutt's gaping maw upturn into a wry grin. This ... should be easy enough. Luck be damned.
"Yeah, you think?" Ilpani whispers to Thais, giving her a look that expresses a sentiment somewhere between 'back off, I'm working,' and 'was that ever a question?' She rolls her vibrant eyes as the Cathar turns away, gives a shallow shaking of her head, then fixes her attention on the game, adopting a stoic expression that lingers with a surprising amount of integrity, as she plays. Four cards come into her hand. One is discarded. Another drawn. And with that, she slips her cards over to luck them in place beneath the holder, then leans back in her chair and crosses her arms. And that is when her poker face breaks. She smirks across the table at Muri, arching an eyebrow in challenge, and staring the human women down with a confidence, that might prove itself to be misplaced bravado.
Mae's amber eyes watch Ilpani lock her hand. With a quick nod and a smile, she now looks to Muri and arches a dark blue brow.
A little twitch of nostril, a downslant of left mouth corner, and Netep flashes a glance through the archway to the bar. Seeking a face. A moment's eye contact, if she can seize it. At long last, the little space gypsy signals she's either done, or done for, and goes bottom-up in the wine flute while locking her hand. "Doaba ol'val tru," she murmurs with a forward stare back at the Zeltron from over the crystaline rim.
Netep Muri slides her cards under a holder and the values on the hand are frozen.
Maeb'h Moreland presses a button and the randomizer field deactivates, and all the cards retain their faces. This hand is now over.
Netep Muri -------------- (22)
Maeb'h Moreland --------- (Folded)
Ilpani ------------------ (21)
"Give it up for Netep Muri! By one point! Very close game! Thank you to you both! How about a hand for our players?" Mae claps and cheers herself, even whistles and whooooos!
"Final team approach the table! Lord Begula and Dyannah!"
Maeb'h Moreland slips the cards under a randomizer field and the card's holoimages shift from image to static to image and are now ready for playing.
<type JOIN to join in the hand> Maeb'h Moreland decides to join in this round. Begula decides to join in this round. Dyannah Nerus decides to join in this round. Maeb'h Moreland has now locked the game. Anyone who did not type JOIN must now wait until the next hand. Maeb'h Moreland withdraws four of the holo-etched cards and begins her hand.
Thais can't help but stare at the holo-projected results with a deeply savage satisfaction, given the heated flash of her liquid golden, feline eyes. There's nothing that brings her more pleasure, even over winning, than having been proven right on some point of moral contention. Although at the same time, her gaze will track towards Bar'duur in a warning fashion as well!
Dyannah raises her chin defying the dislike she feels for the mountainous rolls of fat that she will be facing. This is not a newborn distaste but one born of experience, bitter and relegated to memory until tonight.
"Oh, the numbers run so close this evening. Love, wish me luck and that I keep my temper with this...being," she says rising with sinuous grace to take her place at the table.
Begula withdraws four of the holo-etched cards and begins his hand.
Dyannah Nerus withdraws four of the holo-etched cards and begins her hand.
Begula slides his cards under a holder and the values on the hand are frozen.
Mae smiles at Lord Begula and Dyannah. "Good Luck to you both!" she says and offers them both a toothy grin.
The band isn't slowing down at all, one hot tune right after another.
"Careful, dear:" Rial warns Dyannah with a small laugh stirring in his throat. "The cards can sense if you care too much, and they'll turn on you." Still, he does add with a smile, "Luck."
Dyannah Nerus slides her cards under a holder and the values on the hand are frozen.
Maeb'h Moreland presses a button and the randomizer field deactivates, and all the cards retain their faces. This hand is now over.
Dyannah Nerus ----------- (Pure Sabacc)
Maeb'h Moreland --------- (Folded)
Begula ------------------ (22)
Ilpani blinks. Her cocky smirk pinches into a disappointed purse. She draws a deep breath into her chest, and sighs as she throws her hands up into the air and rises from her seat. She will, however, nod in a congratulatory fashion towards Muri, before heading away from the table to go sulk in her chair with that silly little droid buzzing about her head.
"Good luck, boss!" She smiles to Begula as His Corpulency makes his way towards the table for his round, then sinks back into her chair to pout. To Bar'duur, she casts an apologetic look, then bats at the droid as it circles in front of her, like she were trying to get rid of some kind of a space mosquito.
"/So/ very close," Netep bows her chin lowly to the lovely lady seated across from her when the final numbers are displayed and smiles behind a curtain of curls. One of the beads - an absurd, squat little rendition of humanoid form with a too-wide mouth open wide - adopts a pendulous sway to and fro before it, along with the others, are tossed up and overhead. "Enjoy your evening," and she slips out to make room.
"Bo shuda," Netep purrs in passing the gargantuan contender, voice as cool and smooth as the muddy runoff from Nar Kanji's snowy fields. Soft leather soles bear her quietly along toward the bar.
The Zabrak man wearing the fine suit looks dissapointed as Ilpani loses her round but offers her a smile anyway, when she looks toward him, until he spots his Cathar sister's warning look and sort of, offers an akward wave toward Thais. "Maybe next time." He offers to Ilpani. "At least you gave it a go." "Winner Winner with a Pure Sabacc hand! Dyannah! Congrats!!!! Give it up for Lord Begula and Dyannah!" Mae claps and cheers!
On to the second round!
Maeb'h Moreland slips the cards under a randomizer field and the card's holoimages shift from image to static to image and are now ready for playing.
Liz'diot arrives from Trader's Way. Liz'diot has arrived.
The zeltron smiles warmly for Rial before slipping into her chair. Once facing Lord Begula, Dyannah forgets her feelings. Her face becomes pure ice, the smile a courtesy for the rest of the room. Time is suspended as the cards are dealt and she makes her choice. Her only tell: one corner of her mouth twitches once when she makes her discard. "Pure sabacc."
Begula, having slithered up to a large, chairless position at the table, draws his cards, discards, and freezes. He watches Dy with His large, orange eyes, the wry smirk still across His gaping maw. The Hutt Lord is confident indeed. Assuredly so. Until the results are revealed, and he is beaten, narrowly, by a full sabacc. "PooDoo!" He exclaims, and seems about to mutter something else far more unpleasant, but thinks the better of it. With a long, loud sigh the Hutt Lord nods curtly at His opposition, and sluggily slithers away from his short-lived spot at the table.
Rial Het adds warm applause to the call of pure sabacc, dipping his head to Dyannah at the play, but the gentleman's eyes don't remain long on the winning gambler. Instead he discreetly keeps his attention moving around the room.
"Yeah." Ilpani looks up to Bar'duur and favors him with a regretful shrug. She is clearly disappointed. "There's that, I guess." She sighs. "Sorry for losing your money. You, uhm," She worries her lip, "You want a drink or something? I can play waitress while you play... if you want."
Rial Het decides to join in this round.
A cascade of maniacal laughter increases until a sickly Bith in a hover chair that moves along with the loudest sort of 'thhhhppppt' sound anyone could possibly imagine enters the pazzak and tabbac. "YASSSSSSSSSSSSS...." Drones the voice of Liz'diot; THE OMNISCIENT(tm). He's not even trying today. He's got his goggles on and a really tall hat over that tremendously bulbous and veiny head of his. Fake side burns scroll down from under that hat to his 'chin'. "I am here to play your pitiful HU-MON games as if... as if I couldn't win anyways! HAH! Fools." He practically rolls up to anyone near where he thinks those in charge would be flashing a huge stack of credits. "Take my money, mortal children." He looks around, "Where do I sit." He just kind of scoots himself into the most convinent position, probably somewhere as obnoxiously close to Netep as possible.
Mae waves at Liz the OmniScent. "Come on down, Liz! Good of you to make it! Welcome to the Pazaak and Tabac!" she smiles at Rial. Sion pauses by Bar'duur's and Ilpani's seats again as she makes her way back to the bar. "Nice game, Bar," she says with a quick smile.
The look turns sympathetic as she looks to Ilpani. "Oh, Ilpani... I'm sorry it didn't go better. You played very well," she says, knowing something of card-chips. "Is there anything I can get you?" she asks, with a wary glance at Thais. She winces faintly at the overblown entrance of an enormous bald head on top of a hoverchair... or so it looks from where she's standing. "Well, guess we've found out last contestant. Hope he doesn't melt all over the floor..."
Rial Het regards the bombastic Bith with a smile and arched brow as Liz'diot joins the field. A spot of mental calculation and he arrives at a decision. Returning Dy's drink to the elegant lady with a short bow, he murmurs, "Perfectly played, m'dear. You made it look so easy, I think I'll have a go, myself."
Liz'diot decides to join in this round.
Maeb'h Moreland has now locked the game. Anyone who did not type JOIN must now wait until the next hand.
Maeb'h Moreland withdraws four of the holo-etched cards and begins her hand.
Rial Het withdraws four of the holo-etched cards and begins his hand.
A servant walks by Him with a platter full of comestibles, and the Hutt Lord stops him, taking the whole platter off his hands. With His free hand, Begula grabs several hors d'oeuvres at once and tosses them into His widely opened jaws. Consolation? Indeed. With the platter still mostly full, the Hutt Lord motions for another servant to bring Him a second platter, and, with a point to his previous flagon, orders a refill of ale.
It is going to be a long, long night attempting to eat and drink 15,000 credits worth of consumables. But, the Hutt Lord is dedicated to the cause.
Liz'diot withdraws four of the holo-etched cards and begins his hand.
Bar'duur just smiles to Ilpani gently. "It's alright, but yeah I wouldnt mind a drink." Then Sion happens by and he smiles. "Hey Sion, you know eachother?" He asks with a gesture between Sion and Ilpani. Looking back to the Zeltron. "If you want to know a secret." He says, leaning forward a bit. "I wanted you in the game, because I'm not all that good at this, so I figured you might be even less good, sort of give me a chance." And he winks at the Zeltron girl before leaning back again.
Rial Het slides his cards under a holder and the values on the hand are frozen.
Maeb'h Moreland presses a button and the randomizer field deactivates, and all the cards retain their faces. This hand is now over.
Rial Het ---------------- (Pure Sabacc)
Liz'diot ---------------- (Folded)
Maeb'h Moreland --------- (Folded)
"Ooooh.. that's a rough one! Congrats to Rial! Poor Liz'doit went bust! Give them a hand!" Mae says and claps!
Second round.
"I need Bar'duur and Muri please!" the sky blue Wroonian pirate smiles, still clapping.
"Hmm?" Ilpani blinks up at Sion. "I'm..." She purses her lips, then shakes her head. "I'm good. Thanks for the offer, though." She glances at Bar'duur, blinks again, and then gives her lavender-haired head yet another little shake. "No, not really. We just met--" Her eyes narrow as Bar'duur leans in to share his 'secret.' "Oh yeah?" She intones darkly. "Good to know." And she leans back in her seat.
Thais will briefly stir from where she was leaning back against the wall of the Sabbacc den, lidding her slitted, cat-like eyes in Bar'duur's general direction. There is very little doubt as to the displeasure gleaming in her golden eyes, nor the growly sound of displeasure that she makes. However, she is certain that his dishonor will eventually bring him the ill luck he deserves.
Netep 'claps' along carefully so as to not shatter her pretty glass before she can return it to the bar. "Best of luck, Liz," she brow-wags at the Bith, then motions him on along to join his competitor while she regains the distance and swoops in to be a mooch in Iollan's shadow. "I've got a spark, if you've got a stick?" She flick-flicks the lighter meaningfully and dons a troublemaker's hopeful grin.
Rial Het lays out his cards when the hand is done, and turns an easy smile on Liz'diot. "I thank you for taking it easy on me, my bold Bith."
"Another PURE SABACC! There must be something in the air!" Mae muses and calls Bar'duur and Muri down for the second round.
Maeb'h Moreland slips the cards under a randomizer field and the card's holoimages shift from image to static to image and are now ready for playing.
Maeb'h Moreland decides to join in this round.
Taking the relay from her escort the zeltron, Dyannah, sits back easily to watch the room. The Bith's blustering entry earns a faint tight smile after she examines him once over. A certainly settles over her face watching Rial. Then dead silence except for the whispers of two players in one corner of the room as something goes wrong in the first hand.
A new hand is dealt. Dyannah sits very still until the cards are locked. The announcement of pure sabacc releases the breath she was holding. Hands raised in polite applause she watches him leave the table to rejoin her. "Well, done, indeed. But what was he thinking?"
Bar’duur decides to join in this round.
Netep Muri decides to join in this round.
Of course he has a smoke. A sidelong looks turns down to Muri as she inserts herself nearly under his arm where he leans. Free hand, not currently nursing his ale, dips inside the heavy line of his jacket to pull the familiar black tin to light. "Well down out there, darling," comes his private praise as a thumb pops the hinge, holding it out to her.
Liz ponders over his cards, his thin wiggling tongue sticking out from that mouth sphincter of his. "Ahhhh... interesting. IS this a game of numbers then?" He doesn't seem to care that he looses horribly. "I don't understand why is everyone calling each other darling? This is so strange."
Sion has to laugh, just a little. "Still making friends and influencing people, Bar?" she says, patting his shoulder consolingly. She grins impishly at Ilpani, leaning down to speak softly. "Times like this, I wish I could stop and talk. But if you change your mind, just wave. I'll be over as quick as I can, promise." She edges away, this time moving to find the very serious Cathar. It doesn't take very long. "Good evening, and welcome," she says to Thais, bowing regally for someone in riding leathers. "May I get you anything, sinuous one?"
Rial Het accepts his own still full drink back from Dy, answering, "A fella with a brain that big? I couldn't begin to guess."
Still, despite whatever insult she takes, at being taken for a mark, Ilpani rises from her chair and stalks over to the bar to order a drink for Bar'duur. She leans over the well, but even with her voice raised, it's difficult to talk with the maniacal din of the music, so she begins to gesticulate wildly to convey her meaning. When the barkeep returns with what she's asked for, it turns out to be some kind of cocktail served in a what resembles, for all intents and purposes, a slurry of greens and purples in an Erlenmeyer flask. After weaving her way through the crowd, she saunters up to the tournament table. With a dramatic arch in her spine, she hinges at her hips and sets the drink down in front of Bar'duur. "Here you are." She says with a smile, and a sing-songy inflection in her voice. But the moment she stands, its right back to her sullen pout.
Maeb'h Moreland has now locked the game. Anyone who did not type JOIN must now wait until the next hand.
Maeb'h Moreland withdraws four of the holo-etched cards and begins her hand.
By the time Ilpani goes to get his drink he's made his way back up to play again, it's his turn after all. The horned man tugs his fine suit before he seats himself and offers a polite nod to Netep Muri. "Good luck." He offers in a polite manner.
Bar'duur withdraws four of the holo-etched cards and begins his hand.
Mae looks at Muri and Bar'duur. "You've made it to the second round. Congrats! Good LUCK!" she says and smiles.
Bar'duur slides his cards under a holder and the values on the hand are frozen.
"Eh, well. Thought I'd complicate things by havin' a go." Netep winks and taps a finger to her breastbone while plucking a cig free of tin. "Chaos and all that shamanic druyza-vit whatsits." A few puffs nurse the budding glow to life, then she slips the lighter away again and twists around to witness the end of round ONE. So soon.
"Wish me luck," she taps a bit of ash to the side and hurries back to join Bar'duur at table. "Thanks, Mae. Bar'durr," a cordial nod while she is dealt her hand, then the game face begins!
Netep Muri withdraws four of the holo-etched cards and begins her hand.
Mae announces "FREE DRINKS" for evenyone in the Pazaak and Tabac! "Thank you for coming!" she says and claps again.
Zhu Yan arrives from Trader's Way.
Zhu Yan has arrived.
Liz backs away from the table, heads over to the bar... takes an entire bottle of amber Liquid and starts to down it. "HAHAHAHA. Never play with your own money you fools." Then, with bottle in hand and WITHOUT paying for it he starts out towards the exit, his hover chair 'THPPPPTing' along as it maneuvers up and out of the establishment. "Oh... I forgot. FREE GUN MODS FOR EVERYONE. As long as you bring me booze and Caff. HAH!" Then the fat Bith is gone like a fart in the wind.
Bar'duur still smiles politely to Netep Muri, until it's time to deal cards, he discards a few and takes another before he nods, as if to himself, and makes ready to lay out his hand, looking across to his opponent with rapt interest.
Mae looks at Muri, a smile on her lips, seeing that Bar is locked and ready. "Do you need another card?"
Thais is leaning up against the rear wall of the Sabacc den, with her helmet held up under her arm, and something of a scowl on her vaguely felinoid features. Now and then, she will cast a warning look in either Ilpani or Bar'duur's direction, though is mostly content to keep her attention on the holo-projector showing the evolution of each hand being dealt. No doubt rooting against the Zabrak.
[PASS ( +50)] Netep Muri's Spot @ (100) diff.
Thais will glowerat Sion with her golden cat-eyes, when she notices her approach. She fixes her golden eyes on the human, and then purry-growls to her, "A Cathar would ask for nothing that you can grant." Such as wisdom or good morals for her foolish, whorish sister. Oh well.
"Like what you see?" Netep inquires casually with an arched brow. She waits a beat before nodding to the cards he's fingering for clarification. Not her. His hand! Cheeks suck inward with a long draw from her bummed tabac and she exhales a dragon's smile to the Wroonian dealer.
"I dunno. I'm feeling a little less queasy 'bout this one. Let's see." An upward glance from her hand catches the next scowl fired table-ward from the nearby Cathar and it puts a wicked twinkle in her eye. "I don't think /she/ likes what /she/ sees," a little point calls out the ill vibes radiating this way, then she freezes her hand.
"Let's see'em. I call."
"We should take the Bith up on his offer." Patting a dangling hair ornaments back into place Dyannah bestows a side glance at Rial before taking another sip. One gold tipped fingernail idly taps the stem of her glass as she asks, "Will you "Bith" me then? Will you mind terribly losing?" Her eyes slide to him again and she raises her chin to conceal a smile.
"We are the NEW MOS EISLEY CANTINA BAND and we are taking a pause for the cause," the band lead says into the microphone. Patrons clap, cheer, whistle and WHOOOOOOO! and one old grumpy guy in the corner says "OH SOD OFF!" a few look at him but only to shake their heads.
The twin Twi'leks are busy as ever pouring drinks and telling jokes, keeping people at the bar entertained.
Netep Muri slides her cards under a holder and the values on the hand are frozen.
Maeb'h Moreland presses a button and the randomizer field deactivates, and all the cards retain their faces. This hand is now over.
Netep Muri -------------- (Pure Sabacc)
Bar'duur ---------------- (Pure Sabacc)
Maeb'h Moreland --------- (Folded)
Bar'duur casts Netep a little smile. "I mean I've seen worse." He says but his smile turns to shock as they /both/ had the perfect hand. "Damn, alright." Says the horned man bit a big grin and a little chuckle.
"Of course I wouldn't mind," Rial returns to Dy with amusement clear on his face. "Though.. we may need t'wait another hand-" he notes, regarding the current game with raised brows. "A double pure."
"IT'S A TIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Mae cries out! Two pure sabacc hands!" Mae can hardly believe it. That's four tonight.
"Alright you two, we are going to have this play off right now, since you are at the table!" she says and redeals.
Maeb'h Moreland slips the cards under a randomizer field and the card's holoimages shift from image to static to image and are now ready for playing.
Maeb'h Moreland decides to join in this round.
He finishes off an entire tray of comestibles; though the little confections were meant for humanoids, they do not satiate the Hutt Lord, not in the least. Begula tucks into a second tray after another large quaff of sickly-seet ale. He maintains an interest in the gaming table, especially since His own credits now sit in the pot and are gone to him forever. It will be especially poignant to note who wins. Perhaps there will be another way or another day to wheedle those credits back.
Netep Muri decides to join in this round.
Bar'duur decides to join in this round.
Maeb'h Moreland has now locked the game. Anyone who did not type JOIN must now wait until the next hand.
Maeb'h Moreland withdraws four of the holo-etched cards and begins her hand.
Bar'duur withdraws four of the holo-etched cards and begins his hand.
Netep Muri withdraws four of the holo-etched cards and begins her hand.
While their hands are dealt anew, Netep makes a show of rolling up her voluminous sleeves to reveal many a bracelet, but ne'er a trick. SHE hasn't rigged this game. Suspense or no, this 'sponsor' of tonight's event is clearly having fun. "Let's try this again, shall we?" she sighs and takes a peek at her card. An exchange is promptly made, suggesting she isn't as fond of this hand.
Sion blinks in surprise at Thais's reply. "You are certain? The bar is fully stocked, and there are snacks for nearly every species available if you're hungry," she offers as pleasantly as she can, bowing her head as she gestures to the bar and its twin Twi'lek tenders. "Satisfaction is guaranteed, especially to the players of the tournament."
"I thank you all for coming! I hope you are enjoying yourselves and the music! Please feel free to get whatever kind of drink you want. It's on the house tonight!"
Maeb'h Moreland presses a button and the randomizer field deactivates, and all the cards retain their faces. This hand is now over.
Netep Muri -------------- (Folded)
Bar'duur ---------------- (Folded)
Maeb'h Moreland --------- (Folded)
Bar'duur checks his hand, gives up a card, draws one, and doesnt seem to like what he sees. He shakes his head and puts them down. "Good ga-." And he stops as he realizes his opponent is doing the same thing, and emits a good belly-laugh. "Well, now I have you right where I want you."
Maeb'h Moreland slips the cards under a randomizer field and the card's holoimages shift from image to static to image and are now ready for playing.
Maeb'h Moreland decides to join in this round.
Dyannah Nerus decides to join in this round.
Rial Het decides to join in this round.
Maeb'h Moreland has now locked the game. Anyone who did not type JOIN must now wait until the next hand.
Maeb'h Moreland withdraws four of the holo-etched cards and begins her hand.
Rial Het withdraws four of the holo-etched cards and begins his hand. Dyannah Nerus withdraws four of the holo-etched cards and begins her hand.
Mae deals the cards and waits, looking at her own hand. "Sithspit." she mutters and folds her hand.
Dyannah Nerus slides her cards under a holder and the values on the hand are frozen.
Rial Het slides his cards under a holder and the values on the hand are frozen.
Maeb'h Moreland presses a button and the randomizer field deactivates, and all the cards retain their faces. This hand is now over.
Rial Het ---------------- (20)
Dyannah Nerus ----------- (22)
Maeb'h Moreland --------- (Folded)
"Congrats to Ms. Dyannah! Everyone give Rial and Dyannah a hand! Thank you players!" Mae says and claps!
Maeb'h Moreland slips the cards under a randomizer field and the card's holoimages shift from image to static to image and are now ready for playing.
Maeb'h Moreland decides to join in this round.
Netep Muri decides to join in this round.
Bar'duur finds a place to seat himself, looking around a bit his green eyes find Thais and he looks over the Cathar woman with a touch of cautious curiousity, before lifting his hands to applaud the game between Dyannah and Rial. Then he's up again, moving to take his seat and wait for his hand. "Oh, hi again." He offers with a smile to Netep.
Maeb'h Moreland has now locked the game. Anyone who did not type JOIN must now wait until the next hand.
Begula begrudgingly claps for Dyannah Nerus; she who beat him in the first round. His look is a little suspicious, yet simultaneously defeated, knowing full well that there is just as much chance in this game as any applicable skill. The Hutt Lord watches as the to move away from the table and are replaced by other participants.
Maeb'h Moreland withdraws four of the holo-etched cards and begins her hand.
Rial Het guides Dyannah to her seat, before taking the chair opposite hers with a short bow. Taking his quartet of cards with a knowing smile, he regards Dy at greater length than he does his own cards. Toying between the third and fourth cards, he ultimately laughs to himself and chooses the third. When trials are revealed, his respectable 20 is narrowly bested. "Well played, me dear."
Bar'duur withdraws four of the holo-etched cards and begins his hand.
Dyannah glides to her place facing Rial and looks at her hand with dismay. No pure sabacc for her this time around. One shoulder lifts in a nonchalant shrug and she throws a card away then looks him straight in the eyes, a small smile playing on her face. With a regal nod she takes his congratulations and then breaks into a grin. "Come on, let's see how the next round goes. Thank you, me dear."
"Do you?" Netep smirks. "This has /got/ to be the saddest little stalemate I've ever seen. Here I was, thinking I'd leapt free of the hook." She IS sliding free of her seat, though, making room for the next round to kickoff while she has a stretch.
The respite doesn't last long!
"Come here often?" Muri wisecracks while taking her seat.
Netep Muri withdraws four of the holo-etched cards and begins her hand.
Bar'duur slides his cards under a holder and the values on the hand are frozen.
Thais glances back at Sion, seeming surprised after a moment that the little human is still attending her and prattling on about snacks. She straightens up from where she had been leaning back, and then she'll rake her liquid golden, feline eyes over the 'waitress'. She holds her hand up, and then flexes her fingers to reveal her short, yet sharp clawtips, "A Cathar wants nothing, she said."
Muri sits motionless for a long while, contemplating her hand. Does she take a chance? Does she draw this out? Whatever's on those cards isn't terrible enough to warrant a fold of defeat, because after lighting a little kiss upon the stack of cards, she fans them out and slips them into locked position.
Netep Muri slides her cards under a holder and the values on the hand are frozen.
Maeb'h Moreland presses a button and the randomizer field deactivates, and all the cards retain their faces. This hand is now over.
Netep Muri -------------- (20)
Bar'duur ---------------- (11)
Maeb'h Moreland --------- (Folded)
"MURI WINS!" Mae grins and shakes her head. "My goodness, what an intense game this has been! SO now it is down to Muri and Dyannah!" Mae claps! "Give eveyone a hand folks! This has been an incredible game!"
Bar'duur emits an easy-going chuckle and grins to Netep Muri. "Nice game, well done." He offers with a little bow of his head, before he scoots out of his chair and offers a hand for her to shake nice and good-natured.
"All right everyone, let's take a quick break, get up and stretch your legs, walk around, get some food, mingle! Free Blue Leaf cigars on the house as well!" Mae says and disappears in the back for a few. Nature calls.
Cue the chorus of Kickstart My Heart.
A man possessing a short, unassuming build and a monumental, bombastic presence flung open the doors of Mae Moreland's Sabacc and Tabacc and Pazacc and Musacc and whatever else because honestly Zhu Yan, he whom hath flung, could never remember the name. Though it was just like Yan to make an entrance, because in his mind, all eyes were on him and a quiet entrance would not do if an extravagant one was possible (if not warranted, desired, needed, etc).
Not realizing it was too late and they were already to the finals, the short man with the mop hair and the unassuming face and the metal arm and the /gorgeous jacket/ hollered out, "BABY, I heard there was some CARDS being played and I, Yan, have come here to spend some," sudden musical pitch, "CaaaAAAaaaAAAssssh!" Yan you're a moron.
Rial Het lets out a low whistle as the finals of the tournament are set. A glance aside to Dyannah and he notes, "Ought to be an entertaining final round, aye?" A brief round if applause is given Netep Muri as the card-kisser prevails.
Sion blinks at those claws, and her dark eyes widen. "Oh... my apologies for bothering her... /you/," she says quickly, bowing again. She slowly retreats a step, then hurriedly turns and slips away. What a night to have no catbalm nectar!
"Oh, indeed," Dyannah replies, the grin settling in her eyes that spark. Her head swivels as 'Yan the Man' enters. Her drink stopped halfway to her mouth she nudges Rial.
The final round to determine the Grand Champion. This is it. 125k for the winner (plus 50k from a god name cujo). The band stops playing and the Pazak and Tabac, while already dimly lit, grows slighty darker, and a spotlite is turned on, shining onto the big round table where the two semi-finialists sit and determine who will be America's NEXT IRON CHEF.. or something.
Mae returns.
She shuffles the cards and calls up Muri and Dyannah to the table.
It is quiet enough to hear a pin drop. PLINK.
"Alright ladies! Are you REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDY TO RUMMMMMMMMMMMMMBLE?" Mae says loudly and with a very silly grin.
"Oh, indeed," Dyannah replies, the grin settling in her eyes that spark. Her head swivels as 'Yan the Man' enters. Her drink stopped halfway to her mouth she nudges Rial.
Maeb'h Moreland slips the cards under a randomizer field and the card's holoimages shift from image to static to image and are now ready for playing.
Maeb'h Moreland decides to join in this round.
Dyannah Nerus decides to join in this round.
"Ah, darling, wish me all that you think I need. This one will be formidable." Dyannah stands to her full height looking down at her companion, a question in her eyes. The jewel in the shadow of her collar bone catches the light and winks at the room as she glides to the table and sits, crossing her trim calves before signaling Mae to deal the cards.
Like a dumb, overly zealous side kick, returns Liz'diot behind Yan's epic entrance. The bottle of the amber liquid is gone. The door that Yan just kicked in? Yeah that almost smashes him in the face. "Watch where you're going you ugly HU-MON!" He looks around once he gets free, "Wait this is where I was... what did you just do to me?" He takes anoter long drag from the bottle. "Indeed? INDEEEDAH! That's my line!"
Rial Het follows Dy's nudge toward Yan. "Hm. Lively fellow, isn't he? It's yours to win, luv. Just don't fold." Then Liz returns behind Yan. "Oooh, I'll just.. stay out of that conversation."
"Hooooooooo ho ho oh ho ha aah," laughs the Hutt Lord. Wouldn't you know, but she who knocked him out of the tourney is now in the FINAL ROUND. The humor of it all does not miss him, and he chuckles boomingly. As the last opponents approach the table, Begula's eyes narrow at them both. "Good luck," he says in a forced and loud whisper. "Indeed." He positions, scooching up a bit to get a better view.
"It was a nice /three/ games, my good fellow." Netep clasps his proffered hand firmly for a sportsmanlike shake and perhaps testing of the wrist...never know what a man has up his suit sleeves.
When they part, she reclaims her tabac from table and plots a direct course for the wonderous YAN with a cruel, cruel glint of laughter in her eyes and smile upon her lips. "My dear man. I'd invite you to buy me a drink, but it's all on the house. So I believe your credits may stay in pocket tonight." A finger goes up to note the announcement that the final match is beginning. "If you'll excuse me," she leans in to whisper, then slinks back to her chair across from Dyannah and lowers herself into it with some reluctance.
"If I'd a tail, it'd be a bit sore b'now." A good-natured wink fires across the way, then she mutters a little encantation to self and wiggles her fingers for some cards. Gimmegimme. A bit of her smile's turned south by the booming reminder that Begula IS, in fact, still holding QUITE the interest in this game. Quite.
No pressure.
Netep Muri decides to join in this round.
Suddenly it's like everyone is speaking Liz's language, "INDEEDAH!"
Maeb'h Moreland has now locked the game. Anyone who did not type JOIN must now wait until the next hand.
Maeb'h Moreland withdraws four of the holo-etched cards and begins her hand.
Netep Muri withdraws four of the holo-etched cards and begins her hand.
Dyannah Nerus withdraws four of the holo-etched cards and begins her hand. Mae joins in the fun "INDEEDLY DOODLEY!"
The moments are intense as they pass, every eye upon the two women as they draw and discard. Quiet enough to hear a pin drop? Where was the raucous applause? The outrageous cheering? The hurled undergarmets? Zhu Yan had certainly walked into the wrong crowd and it was the crowd of 'Who cares about Zhu Yan' and honestly it's a coin flip on how his ego would take it. "I don't understand!" he complained to Liz, behind him, whom he had masterfully befuddled simply by saying 'Hey I'm going to the tourney wanna come?'. Jackass. "Normally when I walk into a bar people throw things at me. I mean usually it's insults and bottles but someone threw a wolf-whistle once and I assure you he was very happy to see me." That took a weird turn. He hadn't noticed that there was a card game going on under his nose, and that he'd missed his chance for an entry.
Dyannah Nerus slides her cards under a holder and the values on the hand are frozen. Mae waves at Zhu Yan! Glad to see him!
Violet eyes steady on Netep, Dyannah dips her head in a belated greeting acknowledging the high stakes that they play for.
Sion, still trying to do her job, moves to speak to the man who just entered. And the brain in the chair who just /re/-entered. "Good evening sir, and sir. May I get either of you anything?" she asks, bowing gracefully, even holding a serving tray. "The bar is fully stocked, and we have snacks sure to please nearly any species in the galaxy."
Bar'duur finds a seat soon enough, when Sion passes by he reaches out to touch her arm. "Excuse me /miss/, I havnt gotten my drink." Said in a mildly teasing manner and withj a smile.
"What? YOU WHAT? You like men? Okay, I mean... who cares? It's totally the eleven hunreds. HU-MONS, so conservative." Liz, obviously drunker than a space skunk turns at the announcment from Sion, "You, Snack. YASSS, Snack that is your name. Listen. I need the finest bean of Caff you can find or else... or else." He burps through his mouth sphyncter. " Excuse me... as I was saying. Could you please beg the fat slug for his finest bean?" Drunk Liz looks towards Bar, "Get this horny man one too. All horny men deserve the finest bean of Caf." He was clearly refering to the Zabarak's horns on his head and not other things.
Muri looks pensive. She's in a quandry and takes a moment for a little internal dialogue. Whatever she, herself, and her decide, there's a dismissive toss of card into the randomizer field followed by held breath and selection of a new card. It doesn't appear to bring any elation to her solemn expression, but she's pushing the cards into the holder. No fold.
"Moment of truth," she stretches her neck to one side and drums nubby fingernails on the table's edge. Netep Muri slides her cards under a holder and the values on the hand are frozen.
Maeb'h Moreland presses a button and the randomizer field deactivates, and all the cards retain their faces. This hand is now over.
Netep Muri -------------- (22)
Dyannah Nerus ----------- (18)
Maeb'h Moreland --------- (Folded)
"NETEP MURI!!!!! GRAND CHAMP OF THE PAZAAK AND TABAC 1ST ANNUAL SABACC TOURNEY! 125k to the winner .. plus 50k from a God named Cujo!" Mae claps and whistles!
Thais pushes away from the wall, as she can sense the tension building in the room as the final hand is dealt. She uses her clawtips to input a few command strokes in the automated spectator betting system, "A Cathar will bet five thousand on the human. Not the pinkskin."
She will make a purred sound of satisfaction, when Netep Muri subsequently wins. Whereupon she will go prowling for her credits.
A swift glance flies to Rial then to her adversary. Dyannah makes a reverence, dipping her head with a wry smile. "Congratulations to you Netep!" Rising she balances her fingertips on the table, "Thank you Mae. It was a good game!" She returns to her table, straight backed and smiling.
"Muri, do you have any words of wisdom to impart on the rest of us poor sods?" Mae asks Muri, grinning ear to ear.
Sion nods to Liz'diot, and gives Bar'duur a quick glance. "Apologies, sir," she says to Bar first, not without a quick knowing grin. "I'll have that for you shortly, probably alongside the finest bean of caf." And back to Liz'diot. "The finest bean of caf... yes, we have that. I'll be back shortly." And off she goes, quick and graceful.
She's as good as her word, back within moments with two large, steaming mugs, one with a straw. "Your bean of caf, sir," she says to the Bith, proffering the straw-accessoried mug. "And yours as well, sir," she adds, extending her tray and the mug on it to Bar. "Apologies, but they were fresh out of your other order. Hopefully this will make up for it."
Liz shouts from where he is, "Yeah, she owes me 90k for a Hyper install! HAH!" As Sion returns the bith takes the steaming mug, holding his bottle of booze between his tiny little thin legs. He attempts to stick the straw in his mouth hole, poking around the entrance a few times before sipping. "Ahhh. YASSSSSS, not too shabby. Thank you snack-u-licious."
"Snack-you-lic..." Yan murmured in some method of aghast appalled astonishment, before fishing a datapad from his pocket and taking notes. "That's a good one," he murmured to himself. "Like, too good. Knew I hired him for a reason."
A long, silent sigh breathes ghostly wisps of smoke through Muri's only semi-relieved smile. She pushes herself to her feet and offers a little salute of sorts. "Well fought." A liitle look drifts along toward the Hutt, then snaps back to Maeb'h.
"Always, s'just rarely sollicited." She's roasted herself, there. "I hope nobody lost too horrendously to the bookies on my account. My apologies, if so." That 'human' bats a third eyelid coquettishly. The Bith's sudden outburst prompts her to hop upon a chair in order to see above the heads so that her point may aim more accurately. "It was a /trade/ and I've upheld my end of the bargain. Unless you fancy yourself deservin a second 'date', eh?"
/Hopefully/ she is jesting?
In all seriousness though, Muri jumps down and motions Maeb'h over for a little muttering.
Despite his obivious disappointment, the Hutt Lord claps softly, eyeing Mae, then the opponents, then the winner in turn.
The winner. She who paid out the debt of an entire family to the Hutt Lord Himself. Begula can't help but feel that the money he accepted from her was somehow ill-gotten, just like her prize is now, and He finds himself entertaining thoughts of having been cheated. Of course, ill-gotten credits are still credits, but ... the family. They were to be indentured, and Little Peaches pulled in a favor and had them freed. Oh! How the mind works, and how memory! So sour an event for the Hutt Lord. Indigestion. Belches. Flatulence.
Despite this, the Hutt thanks His host, and makes his way into the night.
"Oh Netep Muri, you smelly HU-MON of wonderous odors." Liz starts after letting one rip right then and there. "I would like nothing more than for you to give me another sponge bath and tend to my pussing sours! Such an acomadating host. YASSSS." Decrepid was also one way to describe the Bith as he hovered his way towards the contest winner.
