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[dishonourabledischarge]

I've managed cigarettes. [...Or something like them. He hasn't had to make his own in this fashion in quite some time. Still, some experimentation, and he's getting at it.] An' there's liquor enough.

Now. The important question, though--

Does anyone here play a good game of cards? Whist, perhaps? Know American poker, if that's more to someone's likin'.

Not much t' play for here, by way of stakes, but that doesn' make much a difference in a place like this.

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[allucinator]

Poker, craps, gin rummy, blackjack, sixty-six-- take your pick.

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[dishonourabledischarge]

[Now, doesn't this just sound like a pup?

Moran chuckles.]

I know rummy. Can' say I'm too familiar with the others, but I'd be willin' to learn.

[American card games? Just as good as England's. Or India's. He's not concerned with what's played, just with something to play.]

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[allucinator]

Aw, they're all easy-- but rummy's fun to start, even if you don't got nothin' to bet on. Shots are fun, but not if we're gonna be playin' for a while and I gotta teach you everythin'.

[He's very clearly teasing-- but just to be sure there's no hard feelings, he adds:]

Name's Jack, Jack Kelly.

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[dishonourabledischarge]

We'll work our way up t' shots, how's that sound?

[Because he can hold his liquor, even if he tends to prefer to play cards sober. That's only when there's money on the line.]

Colonel Moran. Good to meet y', Mister Kelly.

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[allucinator]

Oo-ooh, a colonel! Scuze me, here I thought I was just playin' with a regular man. Where you wanna play?

[justthedriver]

Where you found your fags?

[ He means cigarettes.

Also do you want to play cards with a mobster, Moran. Do you. ]

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[dishonourabledischarge]

[Typical American. But Moran doesn't take any offence. Sounds too young to bother with it. After all, it doesn't make much difference here. Not one comment.]

Suppose one of the kitchens would suit well enough, don' you?

Don' suppose you've got a pack of cards, do you? If not, we'll see if I can't hunt one up.

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[allucinator]

See if you can. Worse come to worse, I can always make one. I'll meet ya in the kitchen, right.

[And he shuts his NV.]

[dishonourabledischarge]

[His boss is a criminal mastermind with an international network while presenting himself as just a professor, whose only real weakness is if Moran ever gets caught and talks.

Professor James Moriarty practically is a mobster.]

Garden thing you lot 'ave here has tobacco. Only one breed, which is a damn shame. Makes for a duller smoke than I like, but it does well enough.

Dry the leaves, crush 'em, roll 'em with some paper... Bit crude o' one, but it's somethin'.

[justthedriver]

[ Fucking ace. Though you're probably more Italian-type than Russian-type. It's okay, he still likes you. Victorian mobsters, yeahhh. ]

Fucking big gardens. [ Flick of lighter going on, then it snaps back off. ] Which floor?

[jilt]

I'd play, but I think that would hardly be fair.

[ because irene is a terrible cheater. ]

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[dishonourabledischarge]

[It took some doing, but. Pack of cards? Found.

And shortly after that, with a few crude cigarettes in his pocket and one in his mouth, he's checking the kitchens.

Ah. There.]

Mister Kelly?

[dishonourabledischarge]

I'm on eight, think it is, but [he chuckles, friendly enough] I think I can manage a bit of travellin' for a good game of cards.

[Still a sad state of affairs to have no stakes, but probably for the best.]

[dishonourabledischarge]

Oh, come now, Miss Adler. I think I could match you.

[Hard to cheat a cheat.

Not that he always plays dirty, but he doesn't mind it either.]

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[allucinator]

Evenin'. Or mornin'. Whatever it is on this ship, I dunno. Anyway, hi, yeah.

[He notes the cigarette in Moran's mouth with a grin and promptly reaches into his pocket, tugging out a rather fine one of his own.]

Good. Some people raise a fuss if you smoke here, it's stupid.

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[dishonourabledischarge]

Looks like you lucked out with that. [A nod to the cigarette.]

Had t' take to tryin' to make my own. Still, least they've got tobacco.

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[allucinator]

[He nods as he lights up.]

I got lucky. This girl was willin' to share with me, but, uh, I think I'll be joinin' you in hand-rolled ones soon.

So. What's the game?

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[dishonourabledischarge]

Let's start [he pauses to light his own] with rummy.

Nice an' simple, both know it.

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[allucinator]

Just don't complain when you get beat, Colonel.

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[dilemma]

You had me at liquor.

[ yup, you piqued his interest with that one, but he could use some time outside of his room. plus, cigarettes, cards and booze smells like debauchery to him, and he hasn't debauched since he got here. ]

I'll play anything, but pokers boring without something in the pot.

[justthedriver]

Yeah? I can do poker, you can do Durak?

[ ... Russian mobster, Russian card games, man. ]

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[archaeologize]

[ a little bit surprised. ]

Trying to look for a way to kill time, already?

[ Number that comes from when you post said 008. ]

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[dishonourabledischarge]

We'll see about that, now won't we, pup?

[He takes a seat, retrieves the cards, and shuffles twice. Then, he offers the deck to the younger amn to do the same.]

Your deal or mine?

[dishonourabledischarge]

Can' say I know that one. Familiar with mendikot?

[Life in India, Indian card game. All works out.]

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[dishonourabledischarge]

Could keep track of money owed, even if it can' be paid at present.