saotome "useless lesbian" mary ♚ (
hollywooding) wrote in
recolle2017-07-05 11:08 am
OTA | you can call me honey but i just might sting
WHO: Mary Saotome + you!
WHERE: Various locations: the Inkwell, the zoo, Churchill Downs...
WHEN: July 4th - End of the month!
WHAT: Catchall for bingo!
WARNINGS: none i can think of!
OTA 1. Churchill Downs.
OTA 2. The Inkwell
OTA 3. Wildcard.
WHERE: Various locations: the Inkwell, the zoo, Churchill Downs...
WHEN: July 4th - End of the month!
WHAT: Catchall for bingo!
WARNINGS: none i can think of!
OTA 1. Churchill Downs.
[ now that mary knows that chocobos are not, in fact, normal, she can't help but wonder how the hell she ever thought otherwise.
it's not that she's afraid of them or anything--no, of course not--but they are...huge. and fluffy? mary's never really had contact with a chocobo, even if as a little girl she wanted riding lessons (with horses, which existed then) and couldn't afford them. the birds in the stables are, according to this stupid bingo card, able to be ridden, and she stands with her feet on the bottom rung of the fence, peering over the edge of the paddock to the birds, which squawk and amble about.
right. race a chocobo with someone. it shouldn't be that hard.
one of the birds notices her, though, and immediately makes a beeline for the fence--mary jumps, startled, and leaps back, right in time for the bird to make a swipe at the black ribbon hanging from her pigtails. ] Hey--
[ the bird kweh's! unhappily, and mary sticks her hand out to try to hold it away. it looks like she's having a staring contest with the bird at this point, a battle of wills...! she has to ride the damn thing, with another person, but first she maybe needs to get on it.
which means it needs to stop trying to eat her ribbons. please stop this standoff. ]
OTA 2. The Inkwell
[ the inkwell is mary's favorite hangout--something probably not okay for a nineteen year old--but whatever. it has nothing to do with drinks, anyway, since she orders herself a shirley temple and gets settled at her usual barstool in the middle, shuffling a pack of cards like a goddamn dealer and spinning a little on her chair.
challenge someone to a duel, says the bingo card. use your powers, says the bingo card. mary has never been a fan of following things exactly as they're supposed to be followed, and she decides to take the meaning as loosely as possible, setting her freshly shuffled deck of cards down. the cards themselves look plain, a set of blue "bicycle" cards, with no visible cheats or anything like that.
(visible to you anyway.)
she smiles, turns to the person next to her. ] Do you want to play a game with me?
[ look at this perky young girl. surely she just wants to pass the time in a fun way. how could you say no. you could probably fleece her really easily! ]
OTA 3. Wildcard.
[ though i didn't make a plotting post, mary's bingo card is here. anything marked in blue is something i really want, and anything marked in green is fair game! grayed out ones are already taken/planned out. ♥
closed, preplanned starters are gonna go in comments! ]

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[so... yeah, he's calling her a cheater.
chuuya opens the deck up and begins shuffling, because there's no way he's letting her get her hands on the deck before they play.
it won't save him, but he can try.]
Let's go, then. This time you're not gonna be so lucky.
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except, you know, for the expression on her face, which looks more like "terrifying card shark" considering her smirk. ] What'll you bet me today? I have a Fendi purse I've been eyeing.
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[god. that'd be too embarrassing, he might literally have to hand the bar over to someone else in shame. he couldn't stomach it.]
If I win, you get the hell out of my bar. If you win...
[he hesitates a moment, there, glancing around the bar. too many people.]
Well, you'll just have to find out. If you lose, I'm not even gonna tell you what it is. Good enough for you?
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well...hopefully. he's right: she can't cheat at uno. but mary's smart as hell and tends to be pretty lucky, so the hope is that it'll go in her direction anyway. ]
Deal the cards then, barkeeper. And don't cheat.
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[bullshiiit.
he finishes shuffling and deals out their cards, setting the deck down and picking up his hand-- and he tries to keep his face neutral, he really does, but he doesn't manage to hide the slight downturn of the corners of his mouth, the tiny furrow in his brow.
yeah, he's got jack and shit in the way of cards he can actually use against her, he's ended up with all number cards and nothing else.]
...alright, you're up first.
[and with that, he flips over the top card from the deck, starting with a yellow 4.]
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but, hey. she peeks at her hand; mary's got a mix of cards, a few numbers, a draw four, and two wild cards. nice.
also, chuuya sucks at having a poker face, though mary won't actually tell him that. this game's as good as won for her already, it looks like! she sets down a red four of her own. ]
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[he thought about cheating. absolutely he thought about it. but he wasn't sure how to cheat this game, which is exactly why he was so set on it as their duel.
he slaps down a red eight. so far so good??
wreck him mary]
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Draw four. [ and she sets down a wild card, since she only had the one red. ] And let's make it blue, shall we? [ like the three draw twos she's currently holding. ]
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[well, hopefully he'll get more useful cards? he at least picks up a skip with three more numbers.
he's still scowling as he slaps down a blue two.]
Fine, fine, there you go.
[he only has two other blue cards though so he's just. internally yelling, here.]
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still smiling like someone just gave her a piece of candy. ] Draw two.
[ it's even blue. chuuya, this game was stacked against you from the beginning. ]
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lays his cards down and stares at the ceiling for a moment, because fuck, how is this his life. he just got his ass kicked at a kids' card game.]
...alright, alright, fine. You win.
[he huffs as he stands, gesturing irritatedly for mary to follow him to the backroom, adding:]
I'm not telling you anything out here, okay? C'mon.