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Lucky in love - Unlucky in cards; Texas Hold'em comes to Bucket Town
Topic Started: Apr 21 2014, 12:10 PM (283 Views)
Platon
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(Bit of an unusual showdown; one where it's not required that anyone dies. Texas Hold'em, fallout-style.)

It was a lazy afternoon in Bobo's Bar. The air was thick with a thin mist of cigarette smoke and the stench of dried sweat. Most patrons were either there to escape the hot desert sun or because they hadn't had the common decency to leave when they ran out of money the night before.

But suddenly, the door was kicked open, and an old lady in a bulky leather jacket and heavy leather boots stumbled in, holding tightly onto a backpack.

"Listen up; you lot!" she shouted just loud enough for everyone to hear. "My name's Jeanette Müller. I've been guarding caravans from the great mountains to the west to the Swamper marshes to the east, and I'm finally retiring. In this backpack, I've got my most prized equipment; and I'm giving it away-...".

She interrupted herself and raised her other hand, where she held what looked like a deck of cards.

"... To whoever wins in this honest game of poker."

Some of the drunks started to get interested, and watched as she slouched down at an empty table, shuffling the deck.

"Anyone can join! I've got plenty of chips for everyone. Whoever takes it all, wins the bag!"
Herman Higueras -HC-
Appearance
Scrawny, dark-colored ghoul. Black patches of hair, lacking an upper lip.
Equipment
Armor: Packrat's Clothing.
Weapons: Phazer, Switchblade.
Level: 3

Jarmuk
Level: 2

Isaac -HC- - Mayor of Bucket Town

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Blue
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Bucket Town was still quite quiet and strange to Gilbert Rose. The dusty frontier was both more dangerous and somehow more solemn than life in and about the Joint State. The local bar was a good place to drink, full of seasonal patrons who traveled far and told giant tales of the wasteland at large.

A number of current drinkers were fans of The Howler Eagles Pushball club, and were reminiscing upon the team's greatest moments. One name, Jimmy Ronan, kept popping up in sad tones; none of the travelers even had to say what might have been, for Gilbert knew they were fully absorbed in the team.

Things like that baffled Gilbert. He didn't see the appeal in watching games. He was a doer; if Gilbert couldn't get his hands dirty, he saw no reason to involve himself. What fun was there in sitting on the sidelines when you could create your own excitement?

The sudden appearance of the caravanar, and her call for a poker game, lit a light in Gilbert's eyes. He hadn't played a hand of poker since leaving Arkansas, but damn would it feel could to get back in the zone.

"Excuse me m'am," Gilbert said after crossing over to the table. "I would be most honored to claim the first seat here. Which rules are we using? Texas Hold'em?"

This would be a grand time.
Gilbert Rose Level 5
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 3 5 3 8 6 9 6
Weapons: Type 57 Machinepistol, Stun Grenades
Short, thick brown hair and beard, lanky and surefooted.

"Doctor" Jasper Cobb Level 1 -HC-
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 4 6 6 3 10 6 5
Weapons: Scalpel
Short, with round features, looks unsettling to most.

Sebastian Coates Level 1 -HC-
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 7 3 6 6 4 7 7
Weapons: Homemade Shotgun, Cultist Knife (Tier 1)
Average height, bulky for a ghoul.

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reddrinnon
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Red had been staying in Bucket Town for a few days now. It was dry, hot as a flamers fuel tank, and wasn't easy on the eyes. He was sitting on a bench outside the local saloon. He was cleaning his Varmint rifle, and reminiscing on some thoughts of the post-war government. He stroked his rough beard. This made his scar very obvious, as hair didn't grow over it. He wished he had a fine edged knife to shave with, but he doesn't have the caps for one.

He set the rifle down next to him on the bench, and buttoned his duster, to cover his belts and underwear's Enclave insignia. He leaned back against the saloon behind the bench for a moment, and shut his eyes. It was too bright outside, and too loud in the bar to take a nap. Pity. Nothing else to do.

He leaned forward once again, and checked that his rifle was still next to him, which it was. That's when he noticed an old lady in a bulky leather jacket and heavy leather boots, holding tightly onto a backpack, stumble into the bar. He overheard her say something about giving away her stuff, and a card game. Nothing else to do in this town, might as well.

With that, Red got up, and slung his rifle over his shoulder. He walked through the doors into the bar, and received a few interesting looks from the patrons. Probably for his scar. His boots knocked against the wood as he made his way to the table. He sat down, and un-buttoned his coat. It was too hot to have it on all the way, and no one should be able to see his belt under the table.

"Hope you don't mind if I join you." Red said, as he scooted in his chair, and leaned over the table, with his hands together in front of him. He looked at the elderly woman.
Red E. Drinnon
SPECIAL: 6, 5, 5, 6, 8, 5, 5
Level:1
Equipment: Hunting Rifle, kitchen steak knife
Armor: Leather duster, black pants. Enclave emblem belt, underwear, and socks. Cowboy boots. Black T-shirt.
Inventory: Empty.
Appearance: Black hair above his eyes, bright blue eyes, a burn across the left of his face, from the bottom of his neck to his ear. White skin, muscles that are a bit bigger than your average man. Has an accent similar to that of Eden/Bush.
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Midnight Rider
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Well to say that Peter was lost was an understatement. He positively had no idea where he was in relation to his map. Normally in this situation there was an easy way to figure this out but many of the prewar landmarks were gone. All Peter had to guide him was the slight hope that if they kept going north they'd eventually hit the interstate and Peter could orient himself. Luckily Peter did know Bucket town from his prior travels, it was rather fortunate that his wagon passed by the place. If he was a few miles east of west he could have kept going straight into Oklahoma.

Needing to refresh himself for a moment he left the wagon under the careful watch of the gang he was running with. Those men would keep things safe while he journeyed into town for a cold drink. The north side of town was full of excitement. There was a big doin's transpiring but he didn't take the time to look. Peter kept a good block away from the hub bub and slipped into Bobo's discreetly.

Inside the bar was a mess of spilled dairy and thrashball hooligans devouring stale beer. It reminded Peter of a college movie, but now wasn't the time to reminisce about old holotapes. Reaching behind the deserted bar Peter found one of the few non alcoholic drinks that Bobo had available. It seemed with all the excitement that the bartender was occupied elsewhere. If all that wasn't excitement enough it seemed that an old merchant was putting up a mystery prize to the winner of a card game. This was exactly the sort of diversion that Peter needed.

The table was set and the marks, err gamblers, started shuffling or stumbling to their places. There was nothing quite like a good card game. Peter opened his jacket and checked the time on his watch. There was time for this amusement, it wasn't like he was on a super tight schedule.

"Pardon me," he said to the group of card players. "It seems to me that this room is getting a tad poor."

Peter emphasized his point by gesturing over to the sports fans and their drunken poor antics.

"It would be better for our game if we picked up the table and moved it into one of the empty back rooms. There's enough to focus on with this game without having to worry about one of those types bumping into us and getting his poverty all over everyone."
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Gordon "Stone" Hennigan, SPECIAL: 5.6.9.3.5.10.3. Level: 6 HC
Peter McCullough SPECIAL: 4, 4, 4, 10, 10, 4 , 4, Level 3 HC

THE CURSE OF THE MUMMY

The spirits have taken an interest in you for all the wrong reasons! Unexpected challenges will come to you during your RPs but the rewards doled out will be much juicier. It is possible to live with such a curse, but if you would rather live curse free, you could simply sell the corpse and wash your hands of the whole situation.

Lmgthev: MBP is handsome
LonesomeDrifter23: Sometimes I think MBP is a being made entirely of satire.
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Platon
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"I'll kill you!" one of the patrons suddenly shouted to another and threw a bottle at him. From there, it didn't take long until they were wrestling eachother on the floor in a drunken stupor. It was more pitiful than frightening, but would still be an inconvenience if the others were to play cards.

"You make a valid argument, boy." the woman nodded at Peter before rising up from the table. "Follow me, partners.".

With that, she lumbered over to a rickety door at the far end of the bar and opened it. Inside was a windowless room, barely bigger than a closet, but with just enough space for six people to sit down without feeling uncomfortable.

A flickering lamp casually swung back and forth above a round table, where the old lady sat down. She pulled the deck of cards out of the jacket, along with a fistful of poker chips, which she then started distributing evenly among the tables.

"Take your seats, gentlemen. A boring, bleak day is about to get a lot more interesting..."

(Every player gets fifty chips to play with, as well as two cards. While there's no way for me to guarantee your poker hands, I highly reccomend you use this link to determine which cards you get.

Each round will start with the players looking at their cards. If they want to play with said cards, they have to bet a minimum of two chips, after which the game continues. If they choose not to bet, they will have to forfeit their cards and wait until the next round begins.

The rules and card-combinations will be similar to regular Texas Hold'em, only without the big and small blinds. If anyone is unfamiliar with the ordinary rules; please look at this link or ask anyone in the cbox. )
Herman Higueras -HC-
Appearance
Scrawny, dark-colored ghoul. Black patches of hair, lacking an upper lip.
Equipment
Armor: Packrat's Clothing.
Weapons: Phazer, Switchblade.
Level: 3

Jarmuk
Level: 2

Isaac -HC- - Mayor of Bucket Town

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Midnight Rider
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(Hey how are we going to guarantee no cheating? We need a neutral party to deal and verify the hands.)
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Gordon "Stone" Hennigan, SPECIAL: 5.6.9.3.5.10.3. Level: 6 HC
Peter McCullough SPECIAL: 4, 4, 4, 10, 10, 4 , 4, Level 3 HC

THE CURSE OF THE MUMMY

The spirits have taken an interest in you for all the wrong reasons! Unexpected challenges will come to you during your RPs but the rewards doled out will be much juicier. It is possible to live with such a curse, but if you would rather live curse free, you could simply sell the corpse and wash your hands of the whole situation.

Lmgthev: MBP is handsome
LonesomeDrifter23: Sometimes I think MBP is a being made entirely of satire.
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reddrinnon
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(I can. Since im pretty new, im rather neutral standing with most people. I can do the random card generator and PM everyone their cards. Or whoevers character is dealing can do it, if youd rather do it that way. It can work though if its different people IC and OOC who are handing out cards. You know what I mean?)

Red watched the bar fight. It reminded him of how he was united with his partner, Calico Jack. The fight quickly got out of hand, and Red left his seat, following his rivals at cards. He followed them to a small room, lit by a lantern hanging from the ceiling. He walked in front of the old woman, and took a seat on the seat, opposite from the door. (Furthest away from the door, facing the door.) He sat with good formation, his spine was parallel with the back of the chair, and he held his hands in his lap.
Red E. Drinnon
SPECIAL: 6, 5, 5, 6, 8, 5, 5
Level:1
Equipment: Hunting Rifle, kitchen steak knife
Armor: Leather duster, black pants. Enclave emblem belt, underwear, and socks. Cowboy boots. Black T-shirt.
Inventory: Empty.
Appearance: Black hair above his eyes, bright blue eyes, a burn across the left of his face, from the bottom of his neck to his ear. White skin, muscles that are a bit bigger than your average man. Has an accent similar to that of Eden/Bush.
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Platon
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(Alright, that sounds fair enough. I'll entrust reddrinnon with generating the cards and PMing the other players. As for the verification, I'd like to ask red to forward said PM to Zilabus. I'll then hand the other cards out impartially, and then have Zilabus forward the PM to me once the round is over, so I can guarantee nobody's cheated with their hands.

That sound good to the rest of you?)
Herman Higueras -HC-
Appearance
Scrawny, dark-colored ghoul. Black patches of hair, lacking an upper lip.
Equipment
Armor: Packrat's Clothing.
Weapons: Phazer, Switchblade.
Level: 3

Jarmuk
Level: 2

Isaac -HC- - Mayor of Bucket Town

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reddrinnon
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(Sounds fine to me.)
Red E. Drinnon
SPECIAL: 6, 5, 5, 6, 8, 5, 5
Level:1
Equipment: Hunting Rifle, kitchen steak knife
Armor: Leather duster, black pants. Enclave emblem belt, underwear, and socks. Cowboy boots. Black T-shirt.
Inventory: Empty.
Appearance: Black hair above his eyes, bright blue eyes, a burn across the left of his face, from the bottom of his neck to his ear. White skin, muscles that are a bit bigger than your average man. Has an accent similar to that of Eden/Bush.
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"Of course I'd be fine with that," Gilbert agrees with a calm, uninvolved smile. "I really would prefer to avoid a trip to Gonzales's if possible. Let's lift this thing on three. One, two, three."

They manhandled the light table quite well, maneuvering it through the open bar and into the shady, cramped backroom. A lone, swinging lamp spilled a light glow upon the dusty floor and the ghostly outline of the shelves and counters. The trio set up the table while the caravan lady went to work shuffling the deck on an abandoned shelf. Her hands moved with an unmatched dexterity, fluidly snapping and sliding the deck as if it all the cards were one.

The rowdy crowd could still be heard through the thin, scrap-like walls. Apparently Finn had brokered a deal with the Howler Eagles, for they broadcasted a small number of games over Bucket Town's radio system, developing a huge fan base among the rowdy drunks and adrenaline-starved junkies.

"Best of luck to you gentleman," Gilbert said as he took a seat. "What brings the three of you Bucket Town? I can't say you look much like the locals around here."

(OOC: If Plat is playing the impartial dealer, shouldn't he just generate the cards for us? It seems a lot easier and ensures no one playing handles the cards or knows what the other two have. It would give any of us three an advantage to know what the other two have, and it could make it difficult to remain in-character. Just a thought.)
Gilbert Rose Level 5
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 3 5 3 8 6 9 6
Weapons: Type 57 Machinepistol, Stun Grenades
Short, thick brown hair and beard, lanky and surefooted.

"Doctor" Jasper Cobb Level 1 -HC-
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 4 6 6 3 10 6 5
Weapons: Scalpel
Short, with round features, looks unsettling to most.

Sebastian Coates Level 1 -HC-
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 7 3 6 6 4 7 7
Weapons: Homemade Shotgun, Cultist Knife (Tier 1)
Average height, bulky for a ghoul.

Sun Apr 30, 1:17:19pm
cewebwalz: your my spaghetti daddy blue

Tue June 19, 9:52:57pm
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reddrinnon
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(We talked in chat. I believe plat IS going to handle it.)


"Best of luck to you gentleman," Gilbert said as he took a seat. "What brings the three of you Bucket Town? I can't say you look much like the locals around here."
Red scooted his chair in, to cover his Enclave apparel. Then he focused his attention on the man talking to him. "Yes, perhaps lady luck will really be lady-like for me. My group and I were just passing through. Never been here before."

As he said it, images of leaving Jack at a camp to the north of the city, inside an old RV. Due to the fact that Red had hardly any money.
Red E. Drinnon
SPECIAL: 6, 5, 5, 6, 8, 5, 5
Level:1
Equipment: Hunting Rifle, kitchen steak knife
Armor: Leather duster, black pants. Enclave emblem belt, underwear, and socks. Cowboy boots. Black T-shirt.
Inventory: Empty.
Appearance: Black hair above his eyes, bright blue eyes, a burn across the left of his face, from the bottom of his neck to his ear. White skin, muscles that are a bit bigger than your average man. Has an accent similar to that of Eden/Bush.
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(Alright post order got a little confusing there, so just to be clear its Plat, Blue, Red, MBP)

Peter helped Javier with the table, it hasn't particularly heavy but with its size it was a tad awkward to maneuver. The thrashball hooligans continued their drunken roughhousing as the group left the main bar area. Their actions seemed to only affirm Peter's suspicions that they would end up ruining the game. This area was far too loud for a serious poker game. Poker is a game for smoke filled back rooms, where fortunes are made and lost in single hands. The cards were a cruel mistress, one moment they love you and the next moment you're naked in the streets. Like all good abusive relationships though, something about lady luck kept bringing you back to get burned all over again.

The back room was ideal for their game. A single lamp illuminated the small space. A few insects pinged off the glass trying to get to the flame. Peter sat near the door, but he didn't put his back to it. His chair was to the right of the doorway along the wall. It gave him some protection in the event of a robbery while allowing easy restroom access. If this game went long the poor fool in the far corner was going to have quite the time trying to go pee. Peter wasn't sure when the game was going to start so he leaded back in his chair and tipped it onto the shelf behind him. He looked at the faded jars of bar food. Some of the labels were is decent shape after all this time and others had faded beyond recognition.

In a moment the cards would be dealt and all the pleasantries would fly out of the window. Peter savored this calm before the storm. He would need to be razor sharp going forward. The dealer was shuffling the cards furiously. Hopefully she wasn't dealing from the bottom. Peter wasn't nearly perceptive enough to see if she was. It was a change he'd have to take. Like everything else in poker it was all about acceptable risk.

(In the interest of keeping this game moving we may want to have each player handle one turn in each hand. So Blue starts with the flop, then Red does the turn and I finish with the river. We can pm or talk in the chat about how we respond to the bets and raises. It would mean that we would play a hand every complete turn instead of taking three or more go arounds to finish a single hand)
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Gordon "Stone" Hennigan, SPECIAL: 5.6.9.3.5.10.3. Level: 6 HC
Peter McCullough SPECIAL: 4, 4, 4, 10, 10, 4 , 4, Level 3 HC

THE CURSE OF THE MUMMY

The spirits have taken an interest in you for all the wrong reasons! Unexpected challenges will come to you during your RPs but the rewards doled out will be much juicier. It is possible to live with such a curse, but if you would rather live curse free, you could simply sell the corpse and wash your hands of the whole situation.

Lmgthev: MBP is handsome
LonesomeDrifter23: Sometimes I think MBP is a being made entirely of satire.
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Whatever brawling or beating that could be heard outside had become muffled in their dimly lit back room. They had cut themselves off from it completely, and nobody outside had probably even noticed their absence. However, their silence was quickly growing heavy with tension and distrust. Because it no longer mattered how the people inside knew eachother; they players now. Rivals that would fight over a backpack with unknown contents.

The crone mixed and shuffled the deck hastily, leering with suspicion at the men present in the room. Once they were seated, she started handing out their cards clockwise, until each had two in front of them. Then she put the deck down and gave them each a tiny heap of colorful chips.

"No big blinds, nor any small blinds, boys." she told them with anticipation. "Look at your cards, then pay at least two to the pot if you want to play with them. Whoever's left with all the chips, gets whatever's inside this here rucksack.".

(In agreeance with Manbearpig's suggestion, each player will handle one turn in each hand. Along with your hands, I will generate said flop, turn and river and PM them to you, along with your cards should you not have received them already.)
Herman Higueras -HC-
Appearance
Scrawny, dark-colored ghoul. Black patches of hair, lacking an upper lip.
Equipment
Armor: Packrat's Clothing.
Weapons: Phazer, Switchblade.
Level: 3

Jarmuk
Level: 2

Isaac -HC- - Mayor of Bucket Town

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