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[truth_is_cold]

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[There is apparently one section on the fifth floor that's full of royally pissed off people. This lovely little announcement starts out with the sound of a hand slamming a communicator several times because the thing just isn't turning on fast enough, or working to his liking.]

Anyone up for a game of chess or Pai Sho or... practically anything? I have a ridiculous amount of games.

I'll need about twenty minutes to clean my room. [Because he has been breaking things left and right.]

I think I'll be leaving soon. At least for a little while. [Possibly for good. He's not sure yet. He's thinking that might be the case.] I need someone to be responsible for Ben for me, but I need to see my daughter. "Blame" whoever you like, I can't be of any use right now.

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[anewlanguage]

[He could use some books...]

I can spare a drink for the betting table.

[truth_is_cold]

I'm on the fifth floor. Cabin seventeen.

[anewlanguage]

[He turns up a half hour later, a little bottle of smuggled booze in hand. He'd had to siphon his drinks into it--not easy. A lot of spills. He smells like a distillery right now but you know what, he's here to gamble and if he smells like a drunk, even better.]

[truth_is_cold]

[Rhade doesn't comment on the smell of drunkeness. He has a bottle out of something green that is not midori and might be the death of whoever drinks it, as he's a Nietzschean and he has a tendency toward the stronger drinks that can root through his tolerance.

He has the Go set put away, and some cards on his gaming table. Classy room, on the dark side, with art and swords on display. It's modelled off a room he now shares with a friend he played cards with long ago on the Barge, so he knows sometimes it's a chance to get things out.]

You look like you got a head start. But at least you won. [He makes the joke with a straight face.]

[anewlanguage]

Well you know, can't let it go to waste. Who knows when I'll get another drop, right?

[He settles heavily across from him, and eyes the green liquor.]

That up for betting?

[truth_is_cold]

[He remembers being an inmate. He doesn't know Cain's current restrictions on drinking, but he knows he seems to have been relatively civil so far. If not civil, then dismally resigned.] Absolutely. It should last you, too, if you drink it in moderation.

[anewlanguage]

Do they carry that in the pub, or did you just make a good deal in port?

[truth_is_cold]

I received plenty over the holidays. As it turns out, that seems to be what people seem to default to get me.

They also recall I have a higher tolerance for alcohol than most. [He squints he wryly as he starts to deal, but at least it's something like a smile. He's not been in a mood to, lately.]