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Who: Adam and Jason
What: gambli— hey it's that guy (that other guy)
Where: a den of gentle iniquity in Aspic
When: after fight, but before hanging out with Bruce
Notes: is poker even a thing in Baedal? LET'S PRETEND.
Warnings: boys

By the time Jason shows up in a late night poker game in Aspic, his hair is dark and haphazardly styled, and his eyes are brown and behind thin-rimmed glasses; his clothing is different too. Obviously he's not dressed to head into the ring, but he has the rakish, not-quite-professional attire of a criminal turned businessman or a businessman turned criminal (and isn't the line so hard to see sometimes, anyway). Pissing the wrong people off here is also possible, just less so, and not nearly as worrying. The day he can't kick over a gambling hall and disappear into the night, he should just retire. The whole point of trying to make money by taking it from other people via certain patterns of pieces of cardboard is the avoidance of physical labor, which is not to say there aren't people capable of doing both, or people like him. But then, that's the whole point of scouting a place out before going.

It's not exactly a gambling hall, anyway, more of a dive where cards have taken over a large part of the premises and its income. And while it's not exclusive, there are some signs, some right things to say with which one can indicate they know how this racket goes and they're good for the money. Jason has shown his face twice before to prove he's a good prospect. Tonight he hopes to get to one of the bigger tables and see what happens. Poker isn't just about picking up on tells. No one likes a card counter, but a bit of that is necessary, and it's also the tells he himself gives off. This Jason isn't the easy, confident fighter from the other night, but a demure, almost shy young man with good instincts, yet perhaps, not quite enough experience. Someone more like one of the spectators at the underground fights, one foot in, one foot out. He even looks smaller, somehow — the cut of his clothes and the way he holds himself, by turns nervous-excited and sly, a decent player who is cultivating a warm welcome among one of the table of regulars for his apparent mix of both challenge and manipulability.

goodsoldier

Who: OPEN
What: an underground fight night. place your bets.
Where: a warehouse in Griss Twist
When: evening
Notes: Jason is fighting in the main bout, but there is at least one other one, so feel free to make up details for that or others. I'll put up one subsection specifically for Jason's fight and directly after his match. That's primarily for Lisa, but anyone else could harass him if you felt so moved.
Warnings: not especially explicit violence.

The warehouse is an old venue and this evening's organizers old hands. The small arena sits low, not quite a pit, and it's standing room only. Plenty of drink is being sold, and a little food, at mostly reasonable prices. The lighting is harsh, the air is smoky, the sound of people spectating and jeering and arguing is muted yet immense, partially suppressed by the murk of the warehouse and the jaded atmosphere. But the evening's early yet.

In a side room, grubby tables and a varied assortment of seating is available. Some desultory gambling is going on. Substances may be purchased discreetly, deals are being made, and one table in the corner is the unofficially designated area to place bets.

A few matches are set to take place. The ultimate total will depend on how fast they come to an end, who showed up, and if there are any adventurers in the crowd. The main event has a designated time and is between a known fighter with a good reputation, and a newcomer. It hasn't been hyped much, but for regulars, that may be more promising than if it had been.

asklepios

Who: Adam Monroe and Benevenuta Crispo
What: The first attempt. (If at first you don't succeed--)
Where: A few blocks away from Thames, in Flyside
When: Newdi evening
Notes: The polyvores never end. (Also, for clarity, this particular attack is not driven by Vicious' influence - he hasn't been in the city long enough - but will provide helpful context for later conflicts.)
Warnings: Blood, violence, temporary death (immortals just walk it off, yo). Self-injury to demonstrate healing properties.

( have respected nonetheless the pristine majesty of her firm, straight body at its destructive games )

boomvox

Who: Everyone.
What: The Grand Re-Opening of the Gravity Falls Station.
Where: Babylon.
When: Veerdi to Sukkardi.
Notes: Party post!!! Go nuts y'all.
Warnings: Probable alcohol (and drug?) use. Flag stuff in subject titles if it needs a warning and I'll edit it up in here.

It's clear from the first moment anyone even gets on the Skyrail tonight that the Stratosphere Entertainment Group's pricey investment is going to pay off - every rail car is crowded with people decked out and excited for the event. To natives of Baedal, the idea of a holiday is days off work, maybe some camping - escape is alien, a little frightening, and completely thrilling. Even when the Gravity Falls station had hosted other venues, it was nothing so ambitious as to capture the imaginations of the city as a whole. And to immigrants to the city who no longer have the luxury of even simple trips out of town - well, it's priceless. A bittersweet but suddenly vital excursion.

Doors open just as the sun begins to set, the light reflecting off the water of the ocean illuminating the great floating platform as if the entire sky was on fire, before slipping into deep purple then black, the ceiling of their experience dotted with brilliant stars. Staff members wrangling the hazards of the first night are anxious but excited, kind and helpful even if they end up frazzled by the overwhelming turnout. There is security, all sporting neon purple shirts with lion logos, but even by their own admission, they're only there to breakup fights - and even they're smiling all night, too.

rhinemaid

Who: Ilde Decima, GG Giordano, John Mitchell, Adam Monroe, Hasibe Ozcelik, Ivan.
What: In which no one is even a little bit surprised that Ilde shirks manual labour.
Where: Raven's Gate.
When: Backdated to Monday/Newdi afternoon.
Notes: The obligatory polyvore. HOW THIS IS GONNA WORK (the post, not Ilde's dress): I will set up with an introductory bit! After that, you are free to set up threads and tag amongst yourselves as well as me! A thread for ACQUIRING THE PIANO FROM ITS CURRENT RESIDENCE for GG and Adam and Mitchell? Assorted interactions at Ilde and Sonja's house? Orion terrorizing dudes because dogs and balls? Hey look a guide to moving pianos. I am research!Liisu.
Warnings: ...listed under 'who', lbr. (I'll specify if something comes up.)

As promised, the details go out by text: the addresses (the woman who'd sold Ilde the piano, and the villa), directions for both and the agreed upon time. The piano itself is nothing exceptional (particularly next to Ilde's cello or harp), but it's not a shabby instrument and not irrelevantly comes with its own covering and four wheeled dolly for transportation; if the locations had been further apart, Ilde might have arranged for something like a truck, but it should be possible to just wheel the thing through some mercifully flat streets from one property to the other without incident. ('Should'.) Optimistically, Ilde is hoping that the most annoying part of getting it upstairs to her music studio will be her, anxiously backseat driving without actually participating in any useful way, as has always been her traditional part in the transportation of instruments.

At the villa, she and Hasi are already installed on the front porch with a view of the driveway - which would be more convincingly virtuous in needing to make sure the piano gets here safely if they didn't also have cushions, drinks and a sun-shade like an especially spoiled mid-afternoon peanut gallery.

aldabeyoun

Who: Njoki, the band, and you!
What: Music, chatter, general discussion.
Where: No Fish Today
When: Misdi evening.
Notes: Music? You want music? We've got you covered.

As promised, No Fish Today, Baedal's own tavern that caters to newcomers out of time and those with an interest in Earth's recent past, is hosting their regular forties night. The bar is open. Snacks are available. (Try the pickled eggs!) There's plenty of music and even a little cleared space if you want to dance.

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