location: harbird’s residence
time: early in the evening, after talking to ransom
status: closed to @vesperbranwen
Lucky absolutely loved this shit, they were never one for group games designed to build “comradery” or whatever, but taking advantage of said game to earn a bit of coin? Now that they could get behind. After establishing the ground rules for the betting pool with Hazard, Lucky makes a b-line for their “dark horse” they’d thrown their money behind- that of the squad’s other resident metamorph, Vesper Branwen.
Picking up a bottle of beer in route, they slide up next to the other wix, a cheshire cat grin spreading across their lips that gives away their intentions for this little conversation.
“So, rumor on the street, kid, is this gumshoe game has gotten more high stakes,” they greet. “Now, I know this is supposed to be every wix for themself or whatever the fuck. But I for one am a very firm believer in teamwork- and coin.... if you catch my drift.”
They hoped the younger wix did, even though honestly the extent of which they thought out this “plan”, if you could even call it that, was betting on Branwen, then helping them in whatever they needed in winning the game.










