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[ shrek voice] get out of me bar || open

Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. There's someone puking on the floor of the bar because that someone has no sense of how much they can drink. He's grateful he's not the one cleaning up the mess, but the fact remains he's the one that loses tips when customers don't want to come to the bar and buy drinks because there's puke on the floor.

Ray Amirmoez has all the patience in the world.

That's why as soon as the guy stops hacking up everything in their stomach, he goes out of his station, grabs the guy, and lugs them out of the club, one of the most prestigious fucking clubs, Lascivio, informing the bouncer on the way that the guy is banned. Bartenders usually didn't have that kind of power but working at the same place for two entire years gives one a sort of respect.

Soon, the mess is cleaned up and he returns to his position at the bar. He adjusts his glasses and puts on a smile as if nothing happened.

"What'll you be having?"

#civu open #emetophobia

heredisumbra

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

heredisumbra

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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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, desk still in hand.

#DO NOT SNORT INTO COFFEE YOU ASS #heredisumbra

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

heredisumbra

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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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?"

#you could say its a.... sporking... event #heredisumbra

heredisumbra

| 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.

jestersroulette-blog

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!"

#heredisumbra

securityai

Dissent and disorder. Just what a security AI such as *Mute needed. Though she was created for the sole purpose of protecting the populous, it didn’t mean she couldn’t be irritated that this shit kept on happening.

First, it just appeared to be a simple bar fight. Next, it turned out the guy involved was part of an anti-government group. And finally, the dude tried to explode the entire establishment. The explosion, of course, never went off because big sister *Amai had countermeasures against this sort of thing, little tools that the previous leader implemented into her system.

Now, usually a security bot would be satisfied the situation diffused (literally), but *Mute did not feel that way. Not only did she owe *Amai more now, but the damn terrorist had weapons as well.

She pondered about the entire situation while walking in her civilian clothing— something far too fancy to be simply civilian clothing, but she liked to stand out sometimes. In the midst of her thoughts, she was so rudely and carelessly bumped into, never mind the fact that she was the one not paying attention.

"Watch where you’re going!"

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Normal citizens were ignorant of most of the chaos and wrong doings occurring in the city; the news simply did not report on these incidents unless they were major and affected the entire city. Perhaps the ones most educated about the situation other than the government itself were the shady groups that lounged around at bars. Of course, Medius, being filled with these bars and clubs, housed many of these shady people.

Ray just so happen to work as a bartender at one of the most popular, and bore witness to any kind of discussion that went on. He may have been sworn to keep a tight mouth about the occurrences, but he still had his own opinions. To sum his thoughts up about the entire dissent movement he would have to use one phrase: it was all entirely stupid.

As he walked to his place of work, lulled in his thoughts, he walked into a rather short girl, causing her to nearly fall back. Ray wasn't one to cause conflict out in the open like this, but the girl seemed to have other thoughts, so he responded in kind.