[ he isn't going out of eyesight really but he is making rounds, even if there is a full-body twitch when the man starts dancing. hm. no. that's enough of that. sorry for your embarrassment, dude.
the vip section gets his interest though. how many people are surrounding what may be the boss? can he get a sense of any commentary they may be making? also is the maraca really just a giant maraca? ]
Edited (you can tell i wrote this on mobile walking the dog actually ) 2024-03-12 20:52 (UTC)
[ The man continues to dance while crying. At least the gang here seems to like. Actually enjoy it question mark? Rather than seeming to get a kick out of his embarrassment, they actually seem to genuinely enjoy the performance in of itself.
The VIP section has the person with a big shot energy, and two other lackeys. They're not talking about anything important, probably just making casual observations on how games are going on the floor, something about profits. You can't really name what it is but something about the big shot's silhouette feels familiar? ]
[ he cannot hear any of this, but he is going to try to also figure out what about the big shot's silhouette is familiar? are they distracted enough by the dancing that he can kind of use the light from the vip section to peer under the brim of their hat from where he's standing a bit away... ]
[ Isabel, local queen of trying to get stuff done even when she's gravely injured.
Well the hat brim is pulled down enough that unless Shoma gets down on the floor like a weird person, he isn't going to see their face. But you can tell its a guy, and he has a bit of facial hair, and a nonchalant smile, his foot idly moving to the beat of the music. Even lounging the way he is, he's a preeetty dang tall guy.
Stick around though and the group'll start getting stared at by the goons loitering around, especially as the sad guy's performance reaches its finale. They're genuinely congratulating him on such a emotional performance. ]
[ YEAH CLEARLY. anyway she truly just thinks she'll be fine no matter how hurt she gets. what are the guards nearest the stairs paying attention to? everything? dancing guy? us suspicious freaks? ]
[but if they're attracting too much attention, he'll casually wander away from the vip section and look like he's really into the dancing guy's finishing performance.]
Well, the guys don't mind Charles joining in on the performance. In fact, someone throws their arm over his shoulder and shakes him in the usual fun-having 'EYYYY' way. This is not an important person it's just stuff happening to Charles.
As for Isabel, she kind of gets the sense that despite the loads of fun they're having, this is still a floor of people who keep their eyes out. Makes sense, probably, given who they are. They're minding their own business but they probably didn't miss the way the first floor exploded and now you guys are here, covered in blood.
As for Shoma. You are the funniest guy ever. The big shot doesn't react too much beside a slightly bigger amused smile, although the other two do look at Shoma with clear judgment. He does address you though, in a voice that is actually very familiar. ]
???
Oye, we got a ballsy one here, don't we?
What business does a Tingtang goon have, sitting with Los Mariachis?
Figured it would be conspicuous just using it out in the open. Not that it mattered.
[ exploding walls are conspicuous no matter where they are. ANYWAY, don't want to mess with whatever shoma is doing, so she'll just tag along with charles for now. although she's not going to even pretend she's into the dancing. just. raising an eyebrow at it.
... actually, she'll lean over to the nearest rando to ask him: ]
Anywhere up here to get a change of clothes and clean up? Bit of a scuffle downstairs. Got caught in the crossfire. [ sure. ]
[glad this guy throwing their arm over charles's shoulder doesn't mind all the blood.
charles, meanwhile, easily rolls with it and grins back at him, glad this is happening to him and not one of the grumpier members of the group (aka, basically, all of them).]
[ they can look on in judgment. he's not moving away, and in fact tilts his grin just slightly more amused almost to match. ]
Not sitting yet, now am I? [ what kind of familiar do they sound like. should we know. help me. ] Ya can't say this happens every day.
[ he is truly just running his mouth and hoping this works, though he does turn his head just slightly to survey the room i.e see where the other two are. ]
[ Isabel just leans into just some absolute random person who just looks at Isabel, who is bleeding and everything, with a clear expression of 'um'. It's not a Mariachi, it's just some guy. He looks between her and Charles since you two arrived together with a clear level of concern, and then glancing down at his card of hands, then back at her. ]
Just Some Guy
Uh... I don't know where you're going to get clothes, but there's bathrooms...?
[ Just do your best with a sink, I guess. Unfortunately, being covered with blood is a very normal thing in the City. So yeah you kinda suck but not abnormally so. ]
Mariachi Vivaz
Was that not a soulful performance?
Gambling is supposed to be about fun, friend! Such are the rules of Los Mariachis.
When hard times fall... express that negativity into a performance.
[ Every single goddamn person in this casino is a weirdo. Speaking of weirdos, the bossman turns his head up slightly and you can make out his dim face from under the brim. Or maybe you almost don't given the fact that he's in an unusual outfit and that cocky smirk is not what you would normally associate with this man. ]
Jefe de Los Mariachis
Maybe not, but a gang member should know when he might be overstepping boundaries.
Unless you plan on playing a round?
[charles should be paying attention to isabel. or this mariachi vivaz he's talking to. he does manage a polite—]
Yeah, you're right—
[except he catches a glimpse of the bossman as he tries to keep an eye on shoma, so. he abruptly drops whatever he was about to say to whip his head towards the familiar face in utter shock.
luckily, shoma is pretty good (?) at keeping a straight face so he raises an eyebrow and tries not to look at charles like "ARE YOU SEEING THIS SHIT???" isabel can continue threatening randos.
but. hm... ]
What can I say? I like to push my luck. [ so. he did not think this all the way through this. so now he is just going to commit to the bit. ] What're we playing?
[ The man sounds shocked. And maybe a little frightened at such a demand.
Meanwhile Jefe de Los Mariachis Arturo seems completely unfazed by your shock. You are indeed seeing this correctly. He glances down at what they've got, and it looks like they've just been playing some casual baccarat to pass the time. ]
Jefe de Los Mariachis
I'll commend you on having guts, kiddo.
It's Baccarat. Win and I'll hear out your business. Lose and it's a pañata party.
[ This isn't kiddo because he's 12. This is kiddo because you're 18 and that's still a kiddo. ]
[that's to the rando he was hanging out with before he also just strolls up to where the bossman and shoma is to stand behind shoma, ignoring any judgment this might get him. unfortunately he does this shit in canon too.]
Don't mind me. Just a spectator for my friend here, you see.
[trying really hard not to lose it over someone with arthur's face like this.]
No way, I mean -- what do I get out of this, huh?!
This sounds like a shit deal only idiots would take!
[ Meanwhile, in the other corner. Arthur will wave Shoma to come sit down with them, though one of the other goons will stand up to be way too close to Charles. Personal space? No it isn't. ]
Jefe de Los Mariachis
You can stay, but you won't mind if he stands with you.
Just security measures.
Dealer!
[ He'll wave over for a dealer to come join, and guess who it is! It's your pal, Effie, who has quick-changed into a slightly different croupier uniform. They're hustling, dude. He clears his throat politely and starts shuffling cards. ]
[ there's a nod to charles first as he settles in, though he glances at effie and seems to kind of get what's going on. okay. we're working our way up.
never mind that he has never played this game before. but we're learning. ]
Your terms are acceptable. [ and he will wait for the cards to be dealt. ] Two out of three.
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the vip section gets his interest though. how many people are surrounding what may be the boss? can he get a sense of any commentary they may be making? also is the maraca really just a giant maraca? ]
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The VIP section has the person with a big shot energy, and two other lackeys. They're not talking about anything important, probably just making casual observations on how games are going on the floor, something about profits. You can't really name what it is but something about the big shot's silhouette feels familiar? ]
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[ hrm. lets get a closer look at this familiar person, then? ]
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[but also goes to take a look at the bigshot?]
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Well the hat brim is pulled down enough that unless Shoma gets down on the floor like a weird person, he isn't going to see their face. But you can tell its a guy, and he has a bit of facial hair, and a nonchalant smile, his foot idly moving to the beat of the music. Even lounging the way he is, he's a preeetty dang tall guy.
Stick around though and the group'll start getting stared at by the goons loitering around, especially as the sad guy's performance reaches its finale. They're genuinely congratulating him on such a emotional performance. ]
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Didn't work out great.
[ YEAH CLEARLY. anyway she truly just thinks she'll be fine no matter how hurt she gets. what are the guards nearest the stairs paying attention to? everything? dancing guy? us suspicious freaks? ]
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[but if they're attracting too much attention, he'll casually wander away from the vip section and look like he's really into the dancing guy's finishing performance.]
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what happens if he just goes and attempts to have a seat at the vip table. why not? if he dies, they can rewind themselves...right?
(this is not the takeaway he should be having.)
but he approaches and he doesn't sit yet, but he does wait until it seems like he can get the guy's attention just as casually as ever. ]
This seat taken?
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Well, the guys don't mind Charles joining in on the performance. In fact, someone throws their arm over his shoulder and shakes him in the usual fun-having 'EYYYY' way. This is not an important person it's just stuff happening to Charles.
As for Isabel, she kind of gets the sense that despite the loads of fun they're having, this is still a floor of people who keep their eyes out. Makes sense, probably, given who they are. They're minding their own business but they probably didn't miss the way the first floor exploded and now you guys are here, covered in blood.
As for Shoma. You are the funniest guy ever. The big shot doesn't react too much beside a slightly bigger amused smile, although the other two do look at Shoma with clear judgment. He does address you though, in a voice that is actually very familiar. ]
What business does a Tingtang goon have, sitting with Los Mariachis?
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[ exploding walls are conspicuous no matter where they are. ANYWAY, don't want to mess with whatever shoma is doing, so she'll just tag along with charles for now. although she's not going to even pretend she's into the dancing. just. raising an eyebrow at it.
... actually, she'll lean over to the nearest rando to ask him: ]
Anywhere up here to get a change of clothes and clean up? Bit of a scuffle downstairs. Got caught in the crossfire. [ sure. ]
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charles, meanwhile, easily rolls with it and grins back at him, glad this is happening to him and not one of the grumpier members of the group (aka, basically, all of them).]
Hey, man. Having fun?
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Not sitting yet, now am I? [ what kind of familiar do they sound like. should we know. help me. ] Ya can't say this happens every day.
[ he is truly just running his mouth and hoping this works, though he does turn his head just slightly to survey the room i.e see where the other two are. ]
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[ Just do your best with a sink, I guess. Unfortunately, being covered with blood is a very normal thing in the City. So yeah you kinda suck but not abnormally so. ]
Gambling is supposed to be about fun, friend! Such are the rules of Los Mariachis.
When hard times fall... express that negativity into a performance.
[ Every single goddamn person in this casino is a weirdo. Speaking of weirdos, the bossman turns his head up slightly and you can make out his dim face from under the brim. Or maybe you almost don't given the fact that he's in an unusual outfit and that cocky smirk is not what you would normally associate with this man. ]
Unless you plan on playing a round?
[ This is fine. He's in this outfit ftr. ]
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[ STOP JUST DEMANDING PEOPLE'S SHIRTS. the blood might not be the most conspicuous thing but she would like to be free of it, honestly. ]
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Yeah, you're right—
[except he catches a glimpse of the bossman as he tries to keep an eye on shoma, so. he abruptly drops whatever he was about to say to whip his head towards the familiar face in utter shock.
WHAT THE FUCK.]
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luckily, shoma is pretty good (?) at keeping a straight face so he raises an eyebrow and tries not to look at charles like "ARE YOU SEEING THIS SHIT???" isabel can continue threatening randos.
but. hm... ]
What can I say? I like to push my luck. [ so. he did not think this all the way through this. so now he is just going to commit to the bit. ] What're we playing?
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[ The man sounds shocked. And maybe a little frightened at such a demand.
Meanwhile Jefe de Los Mariachis Arturo seems completely unfazed by your shock. You are indeed seeing this correctly. He glances down at what they've got, and it looks like they've just been playing some casual baccarat to pass the time. ]
It's Baccarat. Win and I'll hear out your business. Lose and it's a pañata party.
[ This isn't kiddo because he's 12. This is kiddo because you're 18 and that's still a kiddo. ]
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You heard me. Mine's dirty. Trade me.
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[that's to the rando he was hanging out with before he also just strolls up to where the bossman and shoma is to stand behind shoma, ignoring any judgment this might get him. unfortunately he does this shit in canon too.]
Don't mind me. Just a spectator for my friend here, you see.
[trying really hard not to lose it over someone with arthur's face like this.]
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but he will just have a seat. a panata party? just a dumbass dance? sure, whatever the fuck. ]
Sure, I'll take that risk. Let's play.
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This sounds like a shit deal only idiots would take!
[ Meanwhile, in the other corner. Arthur will wave Shoma to come sit down with them, though one of the other goons will stand up to be way too close to Charles. Personal space? No it isn't. ]
Just security measures.
Dealer!
[ He'll wave over for a dealer to come join, and guess who it is! It's your pal, Effie, who has quick-changed into a slightly different croupier uniform. They're hustling, dude. He clears his throat politely and starts shuffling cards. ]
What do you say?
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[ lets hurry this up man i really need to go make fun of mariachi arthur ]
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[but he will keep an eye on shoma's game... to shoma:]
You've got this.
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never mind that he has never played this game before. but we're learning. ]
Your terms are acceptable. [ and he will wait for the cards to be dealt. ] Two out of three.
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