[sb118-ops] Ensign S'zurak - This Qualifies as Conversational

[Alex Leatherman]

(OOC - joining in on the random generated cards)

((Mundok’s Bar, The Dungeon - Starbase 118))

S’zurak: Now. Down to businesss. Does anyone know how to shuffle and deal? I have ssstudied how to, but ::looking down at his claws:: I am incapable.

McLaren: I can.

Wethern: I'm watching you Sol, I've heard about intelligence officers and slight of hand.

Sol reached out and picked up the deck, cutting it in to two roughly equal groups in one hand, before combining it again and doing a standard riffle shuffle. She repeated the process a few times before turning her gaze to to the others.

McLaren: Well then, whats the game?

Fairhug: I’m easy. 

Wethern: Ladies choice I think.

S'zurak: Dealer’ss choice, I’d sssay.

Sol thought for a moment, idlying shuffling the cards in one hand again as she thought.

McLaren: Shall we start with something simple then? 5 card stud, nothing wild?

S’zurak wasn’t as familiar with this one as others, but he still loved the game.

Wethern: Ah a purist. 

Fairhug: ::looking at the others:: Sounds good to me.

S'zurak: Agreed.

Sol nodded glancing around, looking for something they could use to bet with. She hadn't noticed if S'zurak has also brought a set of chips with him. She spite a few bowls of what looked like pretzel pieces. Even half way across the galaxy bar snacks appeared to be the same. She leaned back in her chair, balancing precariously for a few moments and swiped them from the table and deposited them in front of her group.

McLaren: Everyone get an even amount…

Fairhug: Nice of you to provide the snacks, Sol.

Wethern: Probably safer than eating them. We are doing peopleca service.

S’zurak pinched some with his claws.

S'zurak: Pretzelss?

McLaren: We need something to bet with... and I didn't see a stack of poker chips in S'zurak's pocket :: She laughed. :: ...so these will work.

She collected a pile for herself, setting them roughly infront of her, and waited for the others to do the same.

Gogi counted his pieces. Realising he had an odd amount, he popped one in his mouth.

Wethern: I have so many questions about Gorn pockets but maybe for another time. 

S’zurak wondered about what exactly he was curious about. He wasn’t aware his pockets may be different to others.

Fairhug: ::chewing:: I might eat these before I lose them.

S'zurak: ::still slightly distracted by Corey’s comment:: Everyone ready?

Sol nodded, shuffling the deck one more time, she tossed a single pretzel stick into the center of the table and waited for the others to follow suit before dealing out the cards. The first card to each was face down. As she repeated the cycle the 2nd card was dealt face up to each, first to S'zurak on her left, then Gogi, Cory and herself.

McLaren: 3 for the Gorn :: beat :: 9 for the CO :: beat :: 5 for the Doctor :: beat :: and dealer gets an 8. Bet is to you S'zurak.

Wethern: How breve you feeling? 

S’zurak peeked down at his face down card. 5 - off suit. No pair and low… Still usable if he wanted to gamble on the straight. Perhaps he could scare off competitors on the first move.

S'zurak: Raise two. ::tossing in two of his pretzels::

Wethern: The Gorn pulled a brave move how you feeling boss. 

Gogi peeked at his hole card, making sure to keep his face as blank as possible.

Fairhug: I’ll call.

He threw in a matching bet and waited for Wethern and Sol to make their bets.

Corey put in the pot. 

Wethern: I'm in. 

McLaren: Response

Fairhug: I’ve got a feeling we’re going to need more pretzels.

S’zurak: Ssomeone was sssupposed to fold there. Perhapss I cannot intimidate this group like I thought.

Wethern/McLaren: Responses

Each was dealt a new card. 5♥ to S’zurak, 2♠ to Gogi, A♥ to Wethern, and 7♦ to Sol herself. S’zurak now had a pair, but the others didn’t know it. He was now satisfied with his high raise.

S’zurak: ::throwing a pretzel in to raise again:: I am attempting to improve my ability to converse socially. Please identify one fact about yourself that is… conversational.

Fairhug/Wethern/McLaren: Responses

S’zurak: Me? ::apparently not thinking he’d have to answer his own question:: I… I like the color green.

Fairhug/Wethern/McLaren: Responses

S’zurak: Since that did not appease you lot, I will provide another. ::He continued thinking:: During my Academy training, I once brought a live creature to a potluck dinner. A weasel, they called it.

Fairhug/Wethern/McLaren: Responses

Despite having some social awkwardness, S’zurak was thoroughly enjoying the night and especially the company. He was wholeheartedly having a great time. 

Ensign S'zurak

Tactical Officer

Starbase 118 Ops

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