heirshade;;

[ john egbert rp blog for city ulpania! novissimus district mustus movi neighbourhood ]

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who on mars could this be? | john and ?

You are definitely not John Egbert in a silly disguise.

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the tart games + catching tart + mockingtart | john & ray

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Ray had the most senselessly sensible buyer’s sense because of his grand vision of a giant house occupied by only him where he had grand parties thrown everyday. Maybe it was across the river— if there were actual rivers— from your old lover’s equally large house. Maybe there was a green light at their dock, and now he remembered this was the exact plot of a really old Earthling book he read ages ago. 

In any case, the tart-eater agreed to his game without a problem. Though, the twerp seemed to run off in the direction of the bathroom, leaving the tart just exposed in the open.

Now how much of a conscience did he have? Absolutely none at all, but he wasn’t about to lose a chance to gamble. So, resisting the temptation, shaking in doing so, he sat there and waited, deck still in hand. 

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While you wash your hands, you suddenly realize things. So many things. 

Like how grey-haired guy over there could be eating your tart right now.

Like how during the time you wash your hands, he could steal your tart, your stuff, and run away.

Like he could use this time to set the game up so that he wins.

Goddamn.

Hands freshly cleaned, you rush over to the table and see the Martian...calmly sitting down and shuffling the deck of cards. Okay, he didn't just up and go run with your belongings, that's good. As long as he doesn't cheat during the game or something, you'll assume he's a good guy.

"Sorry about that!" You smile at the man, suddenly more eager than before to play poker with him. "Let's play for this luscious tart I have prepared for the game."

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the tart games + catching tart + mockingtart | john & ray

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Buying… his own tart? Why, that was absolutely preposterous! Ray needed all the money he got so he could get some luxury condo or something, a living quarter that could fit and suit his ego. 

"Bruh, buying things? Very not my style," he replied, deadpanning, but soon perked up at the Earthling’s acceptance of his challenge, even if it wasn’t his favorite game— Russian roulette. "Anyway, how about poker then? I got the cards." A deck emerged from his pocket, a vintage from Earth; from a place called Las Veggies? Las Vegeta? Las… something that started with a V that he couldn’t be bothered to remembered. 

"Know how to play, man?" 

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You're not sure how someone can live without buying things on Mars. After all, it wasn't like food just grew in abundance on this planet. Did he usually take from other citizens? Was he a thief? Or did he just dislike it? "That's great?" Man, you sure hope you're not making friends with a wanted criminal or anything! That would blow.

(You're sort of bemused when the man pulls out a deck of cards, because they look rather casino-y. Did Mars even have casinos?)

You groan slightly when the man asks for poker. Well, you were decent at poker, right? You've played a couple of games with your Earth friends before, You give a quick prayer to the god(ess?) of luck. "Yeah, sure! Just a sec." You set the tart onto a napkin and head off to the bathroom to wash your hands.

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the tart games + catching tart + mockingtart | john & ray

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What startles Ray about Earthlings is perhaps their utter gluttony. He simply walks into the Novissimus district and goes to one of the restaurant and sees plate over plate over plate with food. Three courses in a meal? That’s simply insane. 

His eye catches one particular Earthling sitting alone at what seems to be a table made for four. Though he didn’t actually want to eat here, something about that goddamn tart made him want it. So he approaches, one hand in pocket, the lone Earthling and sits at his table.

"I’ll play a game for what’s in your hand," he said, a wide smile spread across his face. "Chess, blackjack, poker, Russian roulette: your pick!" 

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But...but you were hungry...

It's been a long day, and all you want to do was eat food and go home without dying on the way. "Why can't you just buy your own tart?" You grumble, crankier than usual. It's a reasonable question, however; what kind of person would come into a restaurant and ask for someone else's food?

You need a friend, though, here in Mars. Preferably a couple. And this Martian looks like a decent person, if a little peculiar.

"I'm not...sure about Russian roulette, or chess - I'm terrible at chess - but, uh, sure! Anything else."

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| civu open

You're hungry. You're tired. You just finished your shift at Gratia, and the tart you made last-minute, using leftover ingredients, is staring at you, begging you to eat it. 

You're happy to sit down at a table and stuff the tart into your mouth before going outside, but a sound startles you. The pastry is halfway to your mouth, but you can't stop staring at the customer, because the customer's staring at you.

Or your tart. They're probably staring at your tart.

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WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

"You mean Mars? Well..."

"...Gee, I'm not sure! I heard Periculum Square's fun, though."