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[deviances]

Who: Eithan and YOU!!
Broadcast: Errywhere!! Fleetwide.
Action: if you want - he's in the Marsiva Party Wing
When: RIGHT NOW!

[ At first, Eithan had zero interest in the newly opened area on the flagship of the fleet. Games? Fuck that, the magical planet energy weirdness was far more interesting to him! Until... he got curious. And, upon his arrival, he noticed that one of the things he could potentially win was cigarettes. Good ones. Not the shitty ones he's been hoarding for a while and barely even smoking because they're so super shitty goddess damn it why would anyone hate themselves enough to smoke them...! And let's be real, he misses some quality nicotine with his coffee.

So he might have spent quite a few hours attempting to play these stupid fucking games. ... and he might not be all that close to getting them. Oops. Time to vent to the network: ]

ok i know i've said a few times i'd kill for some fuckin good smokes for a change but this is fuckin ridiculous

seriously how many days do i have to spend racking up points for a pack of cigarettes?!?

goddess!!

[ aaand if anyone else happens to be indulging in Marsiva games, they'll find him trying his hand at some skee ball... ♥ Enjoy~? ]

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[stefanged]

Twelfth? [He lets out a low whistle, staring at the skee ball set-up, then at Eithan.] Shit, you weren't kidding about those cigarettes.

I'd help you win 'em, but I've got my eyes on a different prize.

[deviances]

[ snort! ]

Yeah, well, I mean, it's probably rigged. Aren't these games usually rigged? Like at festivals and shit? Or I'm cursed. Or both. Heh. What've you got your eye on though?

[stefanged]

Of course. How else do they make money - or in this case, keep us trapped?

[He glances up towards the display prizes.] There's a cookbook that looks like the one Mom owned. If I'm right, it might even be hers.

[deviances]

Yep, good point. Got me to stay, anyway. At least for now. [ stubborn!! ]

A cookbook? No wait, your mom's cookbook, like for real? The actual thing? [ He takes a second to consider that. ] I'd ask how, but... they brought all of us here, I guess they could nab a cookbook too, huh? Geez.

[stefanged]

It's hard to tell from here, but it looks like hers.

[If it's not, well, he'll deal with that obstacle when he runs across it.]

The amount of effort put into this room is insane. I thought Calibrations was weird, but no, this almost takes the cake.

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Yeah, I heard about those. The level of what they can do period is insane, dude...

[ He considers their prizes, then the games around them... and turns to Stefan with a light in his eyes. ]

How 'bout some competition, huh? Bit of an incentive for ourselves to keep rackin' up the points till we get our stuff?

[stefanged]

[His expression morphs into a confident smirk, one that would've looked out of place anywhere else - ]

You're on. [He reaches for a skee ball from another platform.] Winner, uh, gets their prize first?