Title: The Golden Dreidel
Description: Travelling shop of oddities.
Zilabus - December 18, 2010 08:56 PM (GMT)
The stakes are high.
The travelling shop of oddities' namesake is also one of it's greatest attractions, if you could call it that. Once a year, regardless of what settlement or patch of wasteland he is in, the merchant, Matifsuh, digs up a glittering four sided top and holds a competition. Being gracious around this time of year, the house puts fourth items of it's own for the winner, although there is a small entrance fee to be payed to the pot.
|Ceremonial robes (Tribal Leader Wear, Tier 2)|
Odd nine branched... club? (GC Lead pipe, tier 1)
((High-stakes, non-traditional, one round dreidel. Four characters can play. Each is required to put in at least one item for the pot, and don't be cheap now! Your character may choose נ Nun, ג Gimel, ה Hei, or ש Shin, and after everyone has chosen, the roll will be decided and the winner shall claim his spoils. In the end, however, you may go double or nothing, form teams and reroll, or any other manner of random new condition imposed by the odd merchant.))
Cursive - December 19, 2010 12:05 AM (GMT)
Shawna had little idea of how'd she'd found herself where she was. She vaguely remembered wandering off for a short time, and then she'd suddenly come upon the colorful tent of a traveling merchant. The man, alone save for a cage of rather odd looking, featherless birds, had managed to convince her into a game she had little understanding of.
"It's a great tradition, from years before the war itself! Worthy of being remembered, and honored. Besides! You look to have luck about you! I have a feel for these things." The man took a puff from his extrememly long pope and winked. Shawna didn't have the heart to refuse him now, and she digged for an old, lengthy text she'd found earlier in her travels. Although she imagined it had some value, the leather bound cover in good condition, it's scribbled symbols held no meaning to her.
|Anatomy Descriptive and Surgical by Henry Gray (Rarity) x 1|
She yelled as the man started spinning, the others willing to participate in the gamble standing around her. She faltered and feintly declared:
"I choose Hei!"
Munk - December 19, 2010 12:29 AM (GMT)
(Very short post because my brain's a tad fried at the moment.)
Tack wished he didn't have to be here but hell, gambling's fun and he always found it hard to pass on a bet.
"I'm in." He says, placing his knife on the table. Not much but it should be enough for a first bet.
"I'll choose Nun."
HenchmenF - December 19, 2010 02:03 AM (GMT)
Bobby walked inside the tent, drunk as a skunk. Of course, instead of just being his normal tipsy state, Bobby was drunk to the point he could barely stand. It was anybodys guess on how he got into the tent in the first place, instead of just passing out outside of the tent. Instead, Bobby had managed to stumble into the place and take a seat in a spare chair around a small table.
"A...A....Alsirhgt. Jussstttt a foreboarding, I'm juuuuuuuust a bit tipppp-sea. Well, no. I'm REALLY DRONK. So, anywight, what we koing?" Bobby asked, slurring his words and rocking back and forth on his chair.
The merchant, and the other inhabits, of the tent must had thought Bobby was crazy. I mean, he was drunk and gambling. Of course, Bobby thought that what he was doing was completely normal. But, then again, Bobby wasn't exactly thinking at this point. He was mainly just trying to not fall out of his chair at this point.
After a quick explanation of the rules by the merchant, most of it going quickly though Bobby's left ear and exiting his right ear, Bobby managed to get the gist of what they were doing, but only after several explanations. Bet something, pick on of the sides on the Dreidel and hopefully you'll win.
"ALRIGHT GUYS. Leet's maak hierdie interessant, 'eh?" Bobby said. Unbuttoning his flannel shirt, Bobby slammed it on the table. Show casing a rather skinny chest covered in a few scars and a faded tattoo on his chest, Bobby flexed his near non-existent muscle and looked at the Dreidel.
"Welllllllllllll......." Bobby thought, spinning it in his hands. "Imma gonna take....SHIN. Like that thingy in your leg that somebody kicks and there you like 'Oh nooooooooooooo, that hurt!' 'Cept for me, 'cause I'm tough."
Turning to the only women in the tent, Bobby flexed his guns at her and winked.
"Call me babe." Bobby said, tipping his fedora at her.
|x1 Flannel Shirt (Wastelander rags)|
Cewebwalz - December 19, 2010 04:44 AM (GMT)
Sun spotted the merchant. He moved in closer, over listening the conversation. Seemed simple enough. He would toss the dice, or whatever the strange object he was clutching was called, and if Sun managed to win, he'd walk out a rich man. He raised his right hand up, and shouted. "ג Gimel!" He moved his hand towards his trusty plunger. It had served him horribly. It had been useful, so far. The emotional bond he shared with the toilet cleaning utensil wasn't that strong after all.
He smacked it down onto the merchant's stand. It made a sort of "plopping" sound, sticking onto the corner.
Zilabus - December 19, 2010 05:02 AM (GMT)
The golden object spun and spun and spun, glittering in the light. Although at first it seemed it would only make a few spins, it easily managed to exceed expectations, building excitment and tension with every slightly slower rotation.
The top suddenly tipped.
The man leaned deep, covering the top with his head. In turn, all of you have leaned in as well, trying to get him to move.
Zilabus - December 19, 2010 05:10 AM (GMT)
The man took a deep breath, snatch the dreidel up, and looked around the room.
With a long pause, he finally spoke.
"And the winner is..."
"-how are ya'? Why's everyone look so serious? How about some double or nothing? You're the winner, girl, what do you say? I told you that there was an air of luck about! I'll put in more, if you have the cajones to re-roll!"
Pen gun (GC rudimentary revolver)
"Eh? What do you say?"
Cewebwalz - December 19, 2010 05:24 AM (GMT)
Sun shrugged, he didn't really mind that he lost. He didn't get very angry over very many things. Go with the flow, keep calm, keep trying to keep yourself in control. He didn't try to control his emotions, just.....didn't really experience the one's that people where always so angry about.
"Double or nothin' doesn't seem fair to me. Those clothes and that club seem more valuable then those earrings and the pen gun."
He moved towards his pouch, pulling out a wishbone threading needle, and putting it down.
"But hey, not like gambling ever hurt anyone, right?"
Cursive - December 19, 2010 05:24 AM (GMT)
Shawna was getting swept up again. Something about the man just made it hard for her to resist, and he seemed to be right. She'd already won the goodies once, why couldn't she a second time?
"Well. I suppose I'm in for another round. I'll put up this knife I picked up. And this time, I think."
"Hei sounds good. It worked once."
Munk - December 19, 2010 05:28 AM (GMT)
"FUCK!" Tack shouted. That little tribal bitch had won. He could get a pretty penny for the prizes here and besides, he always did love a good gamble.
He took his lead pipe out and put it on the table.
"I'm gonna take a note from the little lady and stay with my first choice. Nun."
He smiles crookedly and points at the other three. "'Cause ain't nun of you people gonna beat me this time."
HenchmenF - December 19, 2010 02:09 PM (GMT)
"YEAH, DOUBLE OR *hic* NUSHTING." Bobby shouted at the top of his longs, unaware that he had just lost his shirt in gambling. Blinking for a moment, Bobby tried to think of what he could bet. He could bet his knife, right now tucked into his small rope belt, but then again he always needed it to defend himself or something. He could be his hat, but, it WAS a nice hat.
So, reaching underneath the table he was sitting at, Bobby rooted around for a bit before setting a pair of sandals on top of the table. They were more like flip-flops, but, Bobby called them sandles. Sounded much more manly then flip-flops.
"And, and, and *hic*," Bobby tried to stutter out before taking another large swig of moonshine. "That ASIAN, over thar." Bobby continued, drunkenly pointing at Sun. "Didan't pick noooo side! Sh, Imma gonna pick TWO SIDESh. Nah, I'm just mm-mm-mm-messing with you guysh. I meansh, its not like...fuck, i'm dronk." Bobby muttered again, clutching his head.
"I...I get shin, right?" Bobby asked.
|x1 Pair of Flip Flops- Wastelander clothes|
Zilabus - December 20, 2010 02:43 AM (GMT)
"Well. To be honest, I was being a bit of a boaster when I said I thought the luck was in your favor. In all honesty, I thought for sure the... well, the man who seems to really enjoys his spirits would have won in the end."
He let out a long sigh.
"I suppose, when you say something, sometimes you are creating a prophecy. Hei wins, again."
Munk - December 20, 2010 02:56 AM (GMT)
"Alright! Alright!" Tack shouts, standing up. "Enough of that bullshit. That's a fucking weighted drediel. Probably you two working together."
He points at the merchant then at Shawna. "You look tribal, she looks tribal. Probably a damn con to take my shit. I've seen something like this before. You two pretend not to know each other, she bets her shit, knowing she won't lose it. Then you take mine, Sun's and the drunk guys shit."
"She comes back later with her 'prizes'. You two lose nothing, gain our stuff and ride off to con three other unlucky bastards."
He looks at Sun and the drunk guy. "I've seen this shit before. It's all a con. They're making fools of us, working together. You want to take that lying down? Just let them con you?"
He takes out his crossbow, ready to fire, and points it at the merchant's head. "Well, I certainly ain't. You gimme a prize or my shit back. If you don't I'll shoot you deader than hell and take everything."
Cursive - December 21, 2010 05:10 AM (GMT)
"I think we all might just need to relax for a second!"
Shawna was intimidated by the large, bald man, but she wasn't so intimidated that she was willing to let him have his way completely. She drew her spear quickly and purposefully, directing it in the man's general direction.
"You dsesert people are so... so horrible! If you are so confident this is a cheat, why not spin it again! Surely it won't land on the same side twice. And when it doesn't, you'll have to admit this was no scam!"
Munk - December 21, 2010 06:16 AM (GMT)
Tack moved out of range of the girl's spear. He glares at the Mechant.
"Same stakes as last time. That drediel lands on Hei and you will die."
Tack watches him carefully. "Spin it."
Zilabus - December 21, 2010 07:16 AM (GMT)
The man noticably shaked as he spun the dreidel a third, and final time. He could only hope it wouldn't be his last.
And it wasn't, the top landing thankfully on a yet unseen symbol.
HenchmenF - December 21, 2010 08:55 PM (GMT)
"WHAT THE FUCK." Bobby shouted, looking at the Dreidel. "THATS EVEN WORSE. I WANT MY GODDAMN SHIRT BACK."
Attempting to stand up, and nearly falling down in the first go around, Bobby stumbled around a bit before regaining his balance. Adjusting his fedora on his head, Bobby drunken pointed a finger at the man who owned the tent. About to open his mouth to say something, Bobby hesitated to take another small sip of his moonshine before returning to the immediate matter at hand.
"Look at this!" Bobby said, looking around the tent. "three atribals! thre!e how do we know there alvl nokt workign together or something!" Bobby continued, suddenly slurring his words.
With this, Bobby pulled out his small shank from his rope belt and pointed it at the female tribal in retort for her pointing her spear at the man who originally called it out. Of course, Bobby was drunk as anything so he didn't really know what was going on. He just knew that something bad was going on, and he didn't have his shirt. Or, for that matter, his shoes.
Darting his eyes around, Bobby found the merchant agian.
"Spinsh the goddamn...the...the...goddamn thingy that spins!" Bobby shouted. "I want my goddamn shirt back!"
Munk - December 22, 2010 07:11 AM (GMT)
Tack pulled the trigger. The arrow shot forward and lodged in the merchants skull, just above the left eyebrow.
"Fucking con artist." His crossbow was to slow to reload so he put it away and pulled the closest thing near him off a shelf. It was a weird looking candle holder, holding nine candles and intricately designed. It was heavy though.
"Enough. Me and Drunky versus you two thieving tribals. One on One." He smiles. "Winning team splits the pot evenly. No respins, no do overs, no whining."
"What do you all think about that?"
HenchmenF - December 22, 2010 09:09 PM (GMT)
Bobby himself, seeing his ally grab one of the weapons on the table, also reached for on. Grabbing the pen on the table, Bobby had remembered; vaugley of course, with the yellow tribal had described as a pen gun. Of course Bobby didn't really know what a pen gun was, but, it did have gun in it. So it must be a gun that shoots miniature pens or something.
Fumbling with it for a second before pulling back on a small knob on the side of pen, Bobby heard a cocking noise and a small trigger extended down from the pen. That was pretty cool. Putting a drunken finger on the trigger, he kept his knife pointed in Survanas general direction and the pen gun in Suns.
"I...I....fuck, I'm dronk as SHISH HERSH. And yeah, you dirtsh, thieving tribalsh. Shealting what WE CRAINESH SHTOLE FIRSH." Bobby continued to shout, before kicking the dead merchant.
"And fok yoush. Your outfists gabe me a headacshe." Bobby continued to ramble on.
Cewebwalz - December 27, 2010 05:34 PM (GMT)
Sun moved a step forward to the table, seeing the drunk man grab the gun. He had a plan if he decided to fire off a shot. He doubted it would save his life. Sun was fast, but he certainly wasn't quicker then a bullet. Even fired from such a make shift fire arm as this. "Alright everyone. Just put the weapons down. There's a dead man in the room, killed due to an itchy trigger finger. I wouldn't like that instance to repeat itself." He glanced over at Bobby. "And you....you seem rather out of it. Put the fire arm down. I'll get you a bottle of beer or something. And I don't think any one will mind if you get your shirt back. Will we, Mrs?"
Siyu grabbed the drunken man's shirt from the table. He could smell the liquor on it from here. He tossed it over to the inebriated outsider, who clumsily caught it.
HenchmenF - December 27, 2010 05:43 PM (GMT)
"Ohsh...coool." Booby slurred as he caught the shirt. Loosely putting it on, Bobby looked over at the two tribals and then over at the mohawked mercenary. Shrugging, Bobby flicked the pen guns 'trigger' back upwards so then it was disguised as a normal pen again. Tucking the pen in the band going around his hat, Bobby stumbled around the tent to find his flip flops as well.
Slipping those on, after great difficulty, Bobby turned to walk out of the tent.
"You knowsh..." Bobby began, pointing at the two tribals. "For tribalsh yosh ain't halfsh badsh." Bobby slurred, before turning over to the mohawked mercenary. "And YOSH. Shtay out of trousbleh you hearsh?" Bobby slurred once agian.
Taking his fedora off and doing a bow, nearly slamming his head on the wooden table as he did so, Bobby turned and stumbled out of the tent and into the night.
Munk - December 27, 2010 08:26 PM (GMT)
"Well now, ain't that wonderful?" Tack said as he watched the drunk man leave. He memorized his face for later.
He looked at both tribals. No reason to go two-on-one and probably die anyway.
"Yeah, yeah. I know when I'm beat. I'm taking this weird candle thing though. 'Least I won't go home totally empty handed."
As he walked out of the tent he said: "You two take care now. Was a pleasure meeting you."
Cewebwalz - December 27, 2010 10:51 PM (GMT)
"Well then," said Sun. "Seems I managed to get both of us out of this mess scott free, so I think I'll be off now." Sun moved away from the table, grabbing the ceremonial robes as be did so. "I'm going to go ahead and assume the man took these robes from his tribe. I'd feel a little bad about just letting them know that one of their merchants had perished, so I'll try to find out where these things came from."
Sun left the tent, stepped over the merchant's dead body as he did so. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your loot!" As he left the tent, he began to move at a jog. It was dark outside. He'd need to find cover quickly, before the worse of the monsters came out.