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Open A Game of Quoits

Discussion in 'Atlantis' started by The Governor, Sep 22, 2019.

  1. The Governor

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    Tag: Open! | Date: 1st Oct, Year 109. | Version: Atlantis: The Lost Empire. | Location: A pub in the city.

    The Governor stood in a shadowy corner of the room, holding a tumbler of whiskey as he watched a couple people play quoits. He figured they were locals ‘cos they were both in flowery gowns, which were edged in gold thread that glittered under the dingy lights. One of the competitors was a man with long, wavy white hair and beard, his opponent a pretty blonde with a good smile.

    If Philip hadn’t been on a business trip, he would’ve complimented her aim, offered to buy her a drink. Many drinks, until she thought it was a good idea to join him at the hotel. It’d been an age since he’d got any… Two nights ago. Shifter females were sure wild animals in the sack.

    The Governor smirked at the memory, taking a long swig of amber colored whiskey, the liquid cool on his tongue, though he scowled faintly. It had a smoky, almost burned taste that he associated with his favorite drinks, but there was also somethin’ different. Somethin’ slightly salty, as though they’d diluted it with goddamn seawater. He sure as hell wasn’t gonna get a refill.

    Gentle cheers and applause rose up from the garish red and green quoits table, shifting his attention from his sham whiskey back to the players. They were shaking hands, the pretty blonde inclining her head to the old bearded guy. He’d won. A real pity it hadn’t been the woman.

    They threw down their woven rope rings, fading off into the rumbling crowds. The quoits table went empty. Philip waited until people were payin’ it no mind, before acting on his curiosity.

    Still clutching his salted whiskey, he prowled over to the quoits table to get a closer look, his engineer boots creaking antiquated wooden floorboards. With his height, he cut an intimidating figure in his long black walking coat, his eye patch tight around his head. His resting bitch face stern and solemn expression failed to make him look a little less prickly.

    This game was too simple. Too easy. Give him chess any day of the week.
     
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    Why was she even here? Atlantis was far too...over the top for her general taste, and yet she'd taken up a job here anyway. Mostly as a distraction from Genji's sudden behavior change, but after the rebellion in Elysium ended, she was a little tired of the Cosmic Wilderness. Samus kept close to the pub's bar, leaning against it as she observed the crowd. She kept her full suit on for the sake of making herself harder to track down. The man she was after had a bounty on him for running up a few too many gambling debts. He liked to bet in bars like this and then bail when he lost too many times, so this was a good place to set up her stakeout. But right now, there was time to kill.

    The game being played in front of her was something she didn't recognize, but when it ended, a tall man in a dark coat approached the table. Definitely looked like he belonged on a wanted poster, but he didn't match the description she had. Not her problem. She was bored enough to stand up straight and head over to the table, if only to take a closer look at the game's setup.

    "...You ever played this before?" Samus asked through her helmet's heavy filtering, picking up a ring and examining it.
     
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    A huge heap of armor joined him at the quoits table, a female voice drifting out of the helmet. Robot? Or human? It was hard to tell, given how advanced AI was in this world.

    “No,” he replied simply, his voice laced with a little scorn. “It looks too much like a kid’s game. Easy, I mean. You could win it with your eyes shut.”

    Philip paused to take another swig of his whiskey, having to take it slow ‘cos of that faint taste of salt.

    “You try the alcohol in this place?” he asked. “It’s pretty bad. And not worth the price tag.”
     
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    "That's quite a boast for someone with only one eye to work with," she said. Wouldn't that eye patch affect his aim when it came to depth perception? "But I believe you." Samus stared at the drink in his hand, her visor picking apart the contents and displaying data for her to read. "Your glass is about...half whiskey, half ocean. Smart of them, the salt makes you want to buy another round." It was both a way to save money and increase bar purchases. "If you want to get really drunk, you should go to the Elysium bars."
     
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    “Should’ve figured you were from Elysium,” he remarked dispassionately, giving the armor a long, appraising look. “What’re you doin’ down here? This is the furthest place you can get from space.”

    Seemed pretty odd. Hell… Suspicious even.

    Philip had no inclination to check out any part of the Cosmic Wilderness, even to sample their whiskey. He would feel too out of place floating around in the dark. Too out of control.

    He tossed one of the rope hoops at the quoits table, baring his teeth as it bounced off one of the wooden poles and hit the ground, rolling towards the armor woman.

    “Guess I must’ve had a little too much to drink,” he claimed evenly.
     
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    "I'll go wherever people want to pay me." It was true. As long as they were willing to give a good price for a mission and it wasn't completely suicidal or immoral, she'd take it. Samus wasn't picky. She leaned down and grabbed the fallen ring, hiding a smile behind her helmet. "Right, too much seawater." It was a fairly light ring, lighter than she expect. It'd probably be easier to throw if it weighed more. She tried to toss it anyway, overshooting the pole entirely. Hm. Genji probably would have been good at this kind of game

    "...Too bad it isn't metal."
     
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    That answer sure caught his attention. He turned his head to give her an appraising look, rubbing slowly at his stubbly jaw.

    “What kinda work?” He could always use somebody in a big hulking suit…

    Even if they were as bad as him at this goddamn stupid game. He retrieved the rope hoop, this time throwing it a little more slowly, a little more carefully. It spun around the top of one of the poles, before flyin’ off through the air.

    “They’ve tampered with the table just like the drinks,” he muttered bitterly.
     
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