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Person to be Blamed Will Sample Copyright (©) 2000
Setting: In a Smoke-Filled Room at Conclave: Inquisitor Wu: Gentlemen, Mercurian....the game is Five Card Draw. Kings or better to open. Judge MacEwan: *smirks* You Mean something by that comment, James? Judge Burns: *flubbers his lips at James* Deal, already. Inquisitor Gregory: When do we use swords in this game? * Enter Initiate Moore, carrying a humidor, as Wu deals* Initiate Moore: Cigars, gentlemen? *Wu, Burns, MacEwan,and Gregory accept the proffered Havanas-- exeunt Initiate Moore.* Burns: Didn't we invite Yegevanni? Wu: Yeah. Sara wouldn't let him come. *Laughs all around the table* MacEwan: Anyone seen Chancellor Wentworth yet? Burns: Yes...we had a reported sighting down by the Rock a & Roll Hall of Fame....or was that Elvis? Wu: Nicolas, you open the wagering Gregory: Is four of a kind good? MacEwan, Burns, and Wu, in Unison: ' I fold' Gregory: Do I get to kill someone now? Wu: Not now, Nicolas--.you won the...er...why....sure...you get first dibs on the diablerists. *Wu takes his money from the pot,* MacEwan: Are you trying to cheat my cousin? You know he gets to kill the disloyal now, too! *MacEwan takes his money out* Burns: Exactly. Shame on you, James. *Takes his money, and a small part of Gregory's too, as Wu deals the next hand* MacEwan: So, gentlemen, whom do you think is behind all of the recent deaths of the Elders of our Clan? Gregory: Stellus Wu: He's dead Nicolas. Burns: Give it up, already. *everyone looks at their cards * MacEwan: Where is Peirston? Burns: Last time we invited him, he had some sort of card counting scheme. Wu: How many, gentlemen, Mercurian? MacEwan: One Burns: Two, Gregory: Three aces, please. *Wu deals out the cards* Wu: It's your bid, Calen. MacEwan: I will raise you...a torpored Lasombra infiltrator. Wu: See that and raise you a trivial boon, Burns: Call Gregory: Not worth it, I fold. Who do I get to kill again? Wu: Two pair, Sixes and jacks. MacEwan: Three fours Burns: Full house. Kings over Queens. Fitting, with Lasombra on the line. *another hearty round of chuckles, as the phone rings * Wu: Get that would you Nicolas? It may be important, so, put it on speakerphone. *Nicolas looks at the phone and begins to draw his sword* Burns: I'll get it: *places the call on speakerphone* Wentworth: Whaazzzzup!!!!!!! |
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