WHO: Bastien (so far) + Various WHAT: Catch-all! A diplomacy mission, a Fitcherless card game, more TBD. WHEN: mumbles WHERE: Various NOTES: This might transform into an actual open post if I get my shit together fast enough.
It's been off and on that Barrow joins the weekly game, less on than off in recent days, but something compels him to peer into the dining hall and then divert his course when he sees Bastien and Byerly setting up.
"All sort of rings different now," he remarks as he approaches, already beginning to fish a pre-rolled cigarette out of his belt pouch.
Byerly - is not quite ready for that question. Nor for discussion of Fitcher. So, instead, he simply takes the cards and shuffles. (Unsurprisingly, given his character and his long, deft fingers, he is phenomenally talented at fancy shuffling.)
And he says, as an aside to Barrow, "We let loose some crickets in a friend's house. Things have gotten...out of hand since then."
Barrow's comment gets a nod; Byerly's shuffling gets a low whistle of admiration; and Byerly's resistance to the subject gets raised eyebrows. But Bastien goes along with it easily enough, for the moment. "If he were just a little less dramatic—"
The thought is interrupted, here, by a chair legs screeching as a chair slides out from the table to invite Barrow to sit on it, as if by magic, save for how obviously it's explained by Bastien pushing it beneath the table with his foot.
The pause also gives him time to think and admit, "—I might fall in love with him." He winks at By, silly and unsubtle. It's a compliment, not a threat. "Would you come clean, Barrow, if your crickets were about to make a man give up his house?"
With a dadly grunt of acknowledgment, Barrow settles into the offered chair and leans forward to get a good look at the setup on the table, scratching idly at the stubble on his cheek as the topic of crickets is broached.
"Depends," he muses, "I suppose. On how long it stays funny."
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"All sort of rings different now," he remarks as he approaches, already beginning to fish a pre-rolled cigarette out of his belt pouch.
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And he says, as an aside to Barrow, "We let loose some crickets in a friend's house. Things have gotten...out of hand since then."
no subject
The thought is interrupted, here, by a chair legs screeching as a chair slides out from the table to invite Barrow to sit on it, as if by magic, save for how obviously it's explained by Bastien pushing it beneath the table with his foot.
The pause also gives him time to think and admit, "—I might fall in love with him." He winks at By, silly and unsubtle. It's a compliment, not a threat. "Would you come clean, Barrow, if your crickets were about to make a man give up his house?"
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"Depends," he muses, "I suppose. On how long it stays funny."