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[mongoosecrow]

Who: Gil + OPEN. Gil + Tyrion. Gil + Dorian.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Iskaulit - Málum
When: Forward dated to a few days after the planet's destruction.


[OPEN - VIDEO]

I think I need a distraction. Poker in Málum?

[OPEN - ACTION]

People seemed interested in playing poker before a planet was evaporated, and now, to Gil, it seemed important to offer a place to decompress and process. Poker was a good way to bond and remind yourself that you were alive. They could also use this game to plan for future poker nights - because they indeed had a future.

He left the invitation open and then found a table in Málum to relax a nurse a couple beers. Anyone could join the game at any time while he was there, and maybe even after if anyone else had a pack of cards.

[TYRION]

He had met Tyrion after the engines had failed. They had been two engineers working together frantically to save as many as possible. That sort of mad dash work leaves an impression, and Gil figures they both could use a drink. A lot of drinks actually.

He sends a private invitation to Tyrion, telling him he'll pay for the first round, and that's how he ends up in the bar again. This time he keeps looking over to the enterance see if Tyrion has arrived.

[DORIAN]

Gil had promised Dorian a drink as soon as they could and so once he has that moment he contacts Dorian and offers to meet in the bar. He honestly feels less nervous about meeting Dorian that he had seeing Tyrion again. With Dorian there was attraction and flirting and there was something intrinsically comforting there. The idea of having the attention of a beautiful man was enough to make a person feel alive - even when faced with so much destruction.

Comments

[fantachetic]

[ Dorian was pleasantly surprised to receive the message, especially after everything that happened with Lyuku. Everyone had been busy doing what they could, that it had rather slipped his mind. He replies, because of course he does. They could use something to look forward to after watching a planet die. He strolls into the aforementioned bar and finds Gil, sliding into the booth across from him. ]

You message came at an opportune time. I could use a drink or two.

[mongoosecrow]

[ Gil's brow lifts a bit as Dorian enters and comes near. He's even more pretty in person.]

Maybe even three? [He offers with a bit of a smile.] Or ten.

[fantachetic]

[ He chuckles. ] I'm glad you have faith in my abilities to hold my liquor. I wouldn't want you to have to empty your pockets on my account.

[mongoosecrow]

Ah, I wouldn't worry about that. Tonight is about having a good time, not fussing over credits.

[fantachetic]

Splendid. I'll start with whatever the equivalent of a red wine is. Something dry with a hint of spice.

[mongoosecrow]

Ooh. Been a while since I've been around good wine. [Still, they can order and then settle in once Dorian has his drink.]

So, tell me about where you're from? Unless that topic is too painful? [It still seems better than asking about current events.]

[fantachetic]

[ Once they do have their drinks, he settles into his seat, taking a sip of his wine before speaking. It's a bit more dry than he was expecting, but it will do. ]

No, it's quite alright. I'm from the Tevinter Imperium. I'm almost certain you're unaware of where that is. It is a country to the north of the Waking Sea. The climate is certainly more tolerable than the cold of the South.

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[moseyin]

I'll take that action.

On my way.

[Cloud's been to the bar before, though it's a little kitschy for his tastes, but a bar's a bar and cards are cards. He orders a drink at the bar before taking it over to the table in the back, sliding into a chair and grabbing one of the cork coasters for his glass.]

Deal me in.

[mongoosecrow]

Of course.

[Gil shuffles and then starts dealing.]

I'm Gil. Nice to meet you.

[moseyin]

Cloud. [Nods at that, since he has no dang manners, and fans out his hand.] Some heavy stuff the past few days.

[mongoosecrow]

I know, right? To heavy to carry alone. I figure a card game is a good place to set down the burden for a bit.

[moseyin]

Is that your subtle way of telling me to shut up with the depressing stuff? [Besides this hand. Yikes, man]

[mongoosecrow]

Nah. Part of putting down a burden is unloading it if you need to.

Bar

[tallasaking]

As if Tyrion would ever turn down free drinks from a fellow engineer? Hah! The Seven would have to be dead and gone first. He's cleaned up, curly hair pulled back into a short ponytail, beard trimmed, wearing his basic red and blacks as he hobbles through the entrance. He salutes Gil, smirking as he makes his way over to the bar.

"Well hello there, fellow genius engineer."

Re: Bar

[mongoosecrow]

Gil chuckles and makes sure that Tyrion is seated before replying. "That's right, we are geniuses aren't we?"

Re: Bar

[tallasaking]

"Of the highest order. I do not see anyone else putting together what we did out of spit and creativity." He pulls himself up on the stool. "What are you drinking?"

[mongoosecrow]

"Just a beer for now," Gil admits. "I didn't want to get too sloppy before you showed up."

[tallasaking]

"Well that is fair." He lifted one finger to order a glass of wine, and a glass of water, to mix and match. "One can't be too careful about drinking here. You never know when someething might go .... horribly wrong."

[mongoosecrow]

"Not too different from back home then," Gil answered. Though they hadn't had such a planet destroying catastrophe yet, it seemed in the realm of possibility.

Rather than focusing on that, though, he asks, seemingly randomly, "Say. have you ever heard of the krogan?"

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[scanninggaydis]

[Felix doesn't send a message ahead because he's not really even sure until he gets out of his shuttle to board the Iskaulit that he's even going to go take Gil up on the fleet-wide offer.

He's been...it's been rough. He'd passed out for the better part of a day after the planet was destroyed but after that...well. There was a reason he worked himself as hard as he did during the evacuation. He's been holing himself in his room since he work up, but that doesn't really make things better. Nothing really makes anything better, but maybe if he switches things up and tries to distract himself with drinks and cards it'll work better.

Felix sinks somewhat heavily into a seat across from Gil.]

I'll warn you, I'm not actually that good at cards. Might not be much of a challenge.

[Apparently that's in lieu of an actual hello. He looks different from the guy talking about FTL tech over the comms. The look in his eyes is duller, though his posture looks like an attempt at being laid back. Felix smiles, even though it's a little tight and doesn't really reach his eyes.]

[mongoosecrow]

It's not about the challenge so much as the company.

[Gil can relate to working yourself to the bone, and he offers Felix a smile in greeting. It is more muted than his normal smiles, but still there, still welcoming.]

And who doesn't want company with a guy who can calculate a course through the stars and make it to the other side?

[scanninggaydis]

[Felix makes a sound that's almost a laugh. If you squinted really hard at it. He rests his arms on the table, leaning onto them slightly.]

From personal experience, a decent number of people. [That probably potentially makes him sound like he might be an asshole, but clearly he doesn't care enough to offer a further explanation. It's true, even though not all of that is his fault. He's still smiling that same smile at Gil, though.] I appreciate your not being among them though.

[mongoosecrow]

Good. And it doesn't hurt that you're easy on the eyes.

[scanninggaydis]

[What is with this fleet and people flirting with him? Which isn't to say that it's happened a lot but two people is more than the zero people who expressed any interest, even superficially, in him while he was trapped in Camp. For 3 whole years.

It's especially unexpected now, of all times, so Felix ends up unintentionally staring at Gil for a few seconds before he dips his head in a small nod. His smile is, maybe, a little bit more genuine after the compliment. But he's not really in the right mood to engage in this discussion, so:]

Also appreciated. [He stretches out a hand a little.] Cards?

[mongoosecrow]

[Gil didn't mean much more than friendliness from it, but he can understand the need to move on. He nods and hands over the cards.]