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Roomies

Posted on Sunday March 14, 2021 @ 5:52pm by M'Riz & Trinity Anderson & Arminius Baiua PhD
Edited on on Sunday March 28, 2021 @ 2:20pm

Mission: Lower Decks
Location: Crew Berths, Deck 1
Timeline: Unknown

Arnie dealt the next round, the three having decided on a roommate night as the ship got underway on its first mission. "Five card stud, duces wild." The Science Officer said. Finishing dealing, he took another sip of his drink.

Trinity picked up her five cards glancing at each one and noting their combined implication with an impassive glance that would make a Vulcan proud. She glanced at her beverage of choice, which appeared to be a clear liquid in clear glass. She put her cards away, making sure not to reveal them, and turned to her drink. "And here, gentlemen is the best part of a Samarian sunset," she said as she gently tapped the rim of her glass. Suddenly, the clear liquid began to transform, starting with a swirl of orange intertwined with a golden luminescence that cascaded out from the middle of the drink until the entire drink changed color into a dull gold color.

Trinity picked up her drink and took a sip of it, and smiled satisfactorily. "That hits the spot every time," Trinity added.

As she was to Arnie's left (who was the dealer, according to the game rules), it was up to her to make the first move. She leaned forward, tossing some chips to the center table. It was a modest bet...not too much to scare her opponents away but also not too little to show that she was uncertain about her hand.

"By the way...what are we playing for again?" she asked.

"You could put up a bottle of ale and make it really interesting," Arnie replied.

Noting that everyone had placed their first round of bets. Trinity paused as she mentally reviewed her cards again, wondering if it made sense to pick up more cards or raise the bet. She took a sip of her drink, already starting to feel some of the effects of the alcohol, much to her surprise. But she was also not complaining. "I guess I can put up a bottle... and I mean one bottle up for grabs... but don't think it's really fair to M'Riz who doesn't really drink it."

"I have a lovely bottle of Aldebaran whisky I'll wager against your ale," Arnie replied. "So whiskers in or out?"

"Throw in a night of KP duty instead, and you'd better believe I'm in babyface," M'Riz said.

"Oh, interesting," Trinity responded with a chuckle at the offerings. "Looks like we are agreed then, gentlemen. We have ourselves the beginning of a good game." She took a sip of her drink and figured she might as well start the psychological warfare... also known as 'trash-talking.' "Now, who's ready to lose this hand? You have no chance against the cards I've got."

"Hate to break it to you, Trinity, but I don't know if I believe." Arnie retorted.

"Yes," M'Riz said. "I believe that the human term is that you two are going down."

"Keep dreaming," Trinity retorted. And after checking that everyone had checked, which effectively meant the three officers were reasonably confident with their respective hands to proceed to the next stage of determining a winner, Trinity decided it was the time to reveal. "Alright, boys. Read my cards and weep!" she exclaimed as she laid her five cards on the table, showing a full house that had three Aces and two Kings. "Aces full of Kings," she added with a smug smile.

"8 high straight flush," Arnie said, throwing down his.

Trinity's jaw dropped at the realization that she had lost this hand. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at Arnie wondering for a brief second if the metropolitan Chief Science Officer had somehow used a trick to cheat. "What have you got, M'Riz?"

M'Riz shrugged. "Well, all I have is this," he said, showing a 10, Jack, Queen, King, and Ace, all in Spades. "Not much, I know..."

Arnie threw his cards in, "Damn."

"Damn would be right," Trinity muttered. Her competitive side was having difficulty reconciling the fact that she was technically last. She wondered if she had misjudged both Arnie and M'Riz. She had actually gone into the game thinking she had better poker playing skills than both of them. Clearly, she was severely mistaken.

Taking a sip of her drink, letting the perfect balance of sweet and sour coat her taste buds as she carefully considered her next options. "Good thing this game is just starting," Trinity stated, noticing the sizeable chips she still had left. She reckoned she had at least a few hands - perhaps even more if she was more conservative. She would have to be conservative, she concluded. Clearly, both Arnie and M'Riz and Arnie were too good at this to try to bluff or go with a decent hand.

Grabbing the cards, Trinity started re-shuffling. "Who is in for the next hand?"

"Sure," Arnie said, taking a sip of his own drink.

"Well, if you feel lucky, sure," M'Riz said.

 

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By Canaan Serine [GM] on Sunday March 28, 2021 @ 2:25pm

What an amusing dynamic these three characters have with one another - I especially enjoyed the trash-talking (Whiskers!) I wanted to thank each of you for quickly adapting the post to the players' change in living accommodations. I think we can assume the three characters sleeping berths are near one another, and the winnings from this game somehow made better the informal, tight confines of their rest space - Awesome job with this post. My only question is, who ultimately won?!