The Exploding Rink #fiasco-ic 6/20/2017

DiscoDude: **---BEGIN SESSION---**
DiscoDude: **Session logging commenced**
Walpole: So! I'm to start this...
Corbshe: yep
Corbshe: Oh wait. Are you establishing or resolving?
Walpole: I'm thinking that the first scene opens on Hedgetown itself. Gnolls. *Everywhere*. At least, compared to other species; turns out that a community made up of Gnolls that were passive enough to move to Mew York without much issue would not a bustling gridlock make. The scene zooms in on a restaurant set in a cave that specifically caters to outsiders with neutered versions of the meat-intensive Gnolls Lakes' fare. In the middle of the lunch rush (which admittedly was still somewhat slow), a flowercat bussed tables. He seems kinda jumpy.
Walpole: (Establishing. 😉 )
Walpole: (How does <@!Freya> fare in this place? Don't worry, I'll make my entrance.)
Freya: (They're pretty calm despite being a new person)
Walpole: (I mean, narrate it.)
Freya: (oooh)
Freya: Freya looks upon the sea of gnolls and marks down each order, quickly on slips of paper, then clipping them onto a rail and pushing them down a line for the chef and their coordinators to get ready for the meals they have to prepare. She's pretty much in an a state of mind where she hears certain numbers or names from the list, and resond back to see if they got everything.
Walpole: There's a large belch near the front of the place. Officer Walpole was lounging in one of the booths when Freya turned around. He knew that most Gnolls were not well versed in what cops can and cannot do, so he took that as an invitation to be doing whatever the hell he pleased. Part of doing whatever the hell he pleased was breezing past the receptionist so he can pick his own damn table and surprise the girl he was supposed to be checking up on.
Walpole: "Squirt," he jeered.
Freya: "Yeah?" She spoke, looking at him, "You came here to berate me or make an order?" She sighed.
Walpole: "It's all about you, huh?!" He paused; he didn't want to make a scene. "... Meat Loafer. I want some. You get me some."
Freya: "Not without paying for it." She spoke, "I'm not trying to get fired."
Walpole: "... I can... You wanna go back to jail? I- Hm..." He didn't like it when his power plays hit snags, but after a good ten seconds of silence, he realized the girl had a point.
Walpole: "Alright," he said, "make someone else's food get lost. In transit, see? I don't even care what it is." He really didn't; he already had lunch, and was completely full, despite his unusual size.
Freya: "Not gonna happen," She eyes the sea of gnolls, "You see, you have no power over me here, either pay up or I'll ring up the manager."
Walpole: "An' I can tell the manager to fire you, 'cause I have that power."
Corbshe: (my. Black die or white die here is basically "does Walpole get his way or not?")
Freya: "For what, exactly? Not serving someone who isn't willing to pay?" She presses the button on the intercom.
Corbshe: (what do you think, <@Danij>?)
Walpole: "For because I say so, Squirt."
Freya: (Might I add, the intercom, is right between them)
Danij: (Hmmm... Makes a but a sense)
Freya: "Mister Mendel, I'd like for you to help assist me with an uncomplient customer."
Freya: (Who wants to be Mendel?)
Corbshe: (...black die, I think, then. Walpole is successfully rebuffed but will have a sore spot he'll be looking to avenge later.)
Corbshe: (you agree, <@Danij>? Or...?)
Walpole: (... Please? I want to establish the power he actually has.)
Freya: (sorry bud, you came into the wrong turf)
Corbshe: (heh. I'm gonna let <@!Danij> decide, then.)
Danij: (I mean, c'mon)
Danij: (I'll deliver a black die, because the exchange was nasty in any way.)
Walpole: (But the die determines the end, not what led up to it.)
Danij: (So, things becomes strained between them. And sadly, that would happen anyways, it seemed)
Danij: (Oh)
Danij: (Lemme decide for a moment)
Freya: (Again, who wants to be the Manger, Mendel)
Danij: (White die, gratz)
Freya: (sonuva...)
Corbshe: (I will, then)
Corbshe: Mendel's voice rings out over the intercom. "Yeah?"
Corbshe: (also while I'm thinking about it)
Freya: "A customer is not willing to pay for their meal, and will not move aside for other customers to make an order and actually pay."
Corbshe: Walpole: Black 1, White 0
Freya: Black 0, White 2
Danij: Black 0, White 0
Corbshe: Black 1, White 0

Dice Left: Black 6, White 6
Corbshe:
Corbshe: "Is this that cop you're talking about?"
Freya: She shrinks a bit, but rebounds with confidence, "Yes."
Walpole: "Yes, there's no problem here, Mr. Manager." He has his finger on the intercom, now.
Walpole: "Unless you want the health inspectors to have a problem with *you*, that is."
Corbshe: A calculated silence, then finally a response: "Yeah, just go ahead and comp it. Sorry for the trouble, officer." There's a hint in the voice that suggests he'd like to take Freya's side here, but he'd really rather not get on this man's bad side.
Freya: She finally gives in, "One Meat Loafer, will that be all?" She keeps her calm composure.
Walpole: He takes his finger off. "I think you misunderstood me, Squirt. As far as these *mutts* can tell, I can shoot someone in the middle of the street, and get no repercush'ns. Got it? I'll have everything on the menu."
Walpole: Her collar is in his hand, now.
Freya: She doesn't seem phased, "Where I grew up from, there are much worse people than **you**."
Freya: She repeats, "Everything on the menu, will that be all?"
Corbshe: (there's no justice in this world if Walpole doesn't at least end up humiliated by the end of all this nonsense XD)
Walpole: "Yes... and of course there are." He sits down. "I am justice. Who *wouldn't* be worse?" Very smooth. The improv class would be proud.
Freya: She rings up the order and just nonchantly looks at the next customer, "Next?"
Corbshe: (I do think that's scene?)
Freya: (I think so too)
Danij: (Feels like it)
Corbshe: Okay so
Corbshe: Who gets the white die?
Walpole: I'm thinking... <@!Danij>.
Walpole: ... No, <@!Freya>.
Walpole: It goes to <@!Freya>.
Freya: Woot woot
Corbshe: Okay, then! <@!Freya>, establish or resolve?
Freya: Establish
Corbshe: Establish away, then!
Freya: Do you mind if I go back into the past with <@!Danij> ?
Danij: Sure
Danij: Anyone objects?
Corbshe: Not at all.
Walpole: Hm... I was thinking it'd be better to establish the relationship through the present, but... I guess this is alright?
Walpole: Like, see how things stand currently (unless whatever happened in the past is directly relevant to the current plot)?
Freya: While during her break, and once Walpole had finally left the building, she reminsces back to her old days, in the slums of Mew York. Going back to her prime of being a thoughtful planner for Danij and being a coordinator for they're colloboration of their *Robin Hood* days of stealing from the rich and corrupted and giving, more or less to their friends and themselves. She was the brains, and Danij was the brawn. She looked at a couple of monitors and spoke through to Danij, "Be sure to use that **shotgun** as a last resort, don't want blood on our hands." She spoke, "Trying to get in and out with all that junk is gonna be tough."
Freya: (As you can see, there was a reason why she was assigned an officer, heh)
Corbshe: (heh indeed :3)
Freya: Danij was right smack dab in the middle of well...a powerful and corrupted politician's home of Mew York, and they were going to steal all that they could from them, that was their big gig.
Danij: "Hah, not as tough as surviving this shotgun!" Danji said, pumping the weapon for punctuation "Wait- yes! Last resort! Got it!" he said, before pausing for a long time "So... how's what where again? Where do I go in?"
Corbshe: (black die. this flashback is not going to have a pleasant outcome. XD)
Corbshe: (what say you, <@!Walpole>?)
Freya: She looks around the monitors, "Head inside through the basement hatch around back, and please...Don't trip any alarms while you're opening the locks..."
Walpole: (Hm? Sorry, got distracted by mom telling that oh, apparently there's a curfew here, and I have to retire to my wifi-less bedroom above the garage.)
Corbshe: (well damn)
Corbshe: (you got enough time to weigh in on a couple scenes?)
Walpole: (I still need to read what happened so far.)
Danij: "Don't worry, lady! I'll deal with the locks with the delicateness you'll never ever thought it was possible!" Danij replied, before walking towards his objective "I'm going in alone on this one, right? Or did I mishear that? I mishear a lot of things when you explain them to me."
Freya: "Alone, yes, too many people is harder for me to track." She spoke, "Gives me a headache."
Walpole: (So yeah; black.)
Danij: "Alright, gotha lady, I'll be right back with the booty." Danij said, before setting to open the basement hatch and fling himself, down, into the depths below.
Freya: "And as soon as he had jumped down, something was, wrong. "Wait, no, no! Get out of there! They've got my location, I'm disconnecting, forget that last resort talk, blow away anyone who stands in your way, we meet at the hideout." And with that, she disconnects, and Danij could hear a loud explosion in the distance, that was her way of saying, _You'll never find out who worked on this._ After that her memory is muddled, but she did remember being caught and never hearing from Danij since.
Corbshe: (yeah, we can work with this. So Freya and Danij have been out of contact since their last job literally exploded? XD)
Danij: "Uh... It's dark in here... Shit..."
Corbshe: (who gets that black die?)
Danij: (Aaaaand, cut)
Freya: Eh, why not Corbshe?
Corbshe: heh heh heh :3
Corbshe: <@!Danij>! Establish or resolve?
Danij: Damn, I'll Estabilish
Danij: So, I was thinking, that Danij would be meeting with Corbshe, on the *usual spot*, where could that be...
Corbshe: (His "underground gambling cellar." Don't ever call it "his parents' basement." They passed away years ago leaving the house to him and he can do whatever the hell he wants with the premises. XD)
Corbshe: So yeah, <@!Danij>. Let's say you meet up with Corbshe in his base of operations.
Danij: So, we first see a "shot" of Corbshe doing what he does best. Crooked stuff, on his base of operations, can you describe a bit what it looks like?
Corbshe: It smells of a dozen different things and it's crowded, but he put in the scratch for the big-ass mirrors: easily ten years out of date and he got them for cheap, but they work and they show off the cagroo races and boxing matches and anything else he can get people to put down bets for.
Corbshe: Corbshe has his own platform at the back where he handles all the bets personally.
Corbshe: "Awright, awright! Six to one odds on 'Nobody's Business'...ten to one that Venus Oath will last 3 rounds...step right up, step right up, gimme your money and see if fortune smiles!"
Corbshe: He *has* to have his own platform because otherwise he'd be lost in his own damn crowd. He's a full-grown Gnoll but he's half the size of any other Gnoll you've seen.
Danij: At this point, somewhere in the scene, in this dark, smelly and dank place, Danij, that same feline from the scene before, comes into the light... He seems a little bit worse for wear, however, but still recognizable.
"He-Hey! I'd like to place a bet!" Danij says, raising a hand, filled with money "I bet... That today is the day, that I, Danij, will get filthy rich!" he proceeds, with an unsure grin.
Walpole: (BLACK)
Corbshe: Corbshe claps his hands. "Well if it ain't Danny...Danji...*Dan, the man,* one of my favorite customers!" He grins; to anyone with a fully functioning brain it's clear he means "suckers." Also that he can't pronounce "Danij." "What'll it be for ya? 'Fear and Loathing''s the favorite to win the Double Crown, and we got a hot match between Sinfield and Swanson comin' up..."
Walpole: (Both the plot and the odds demand that he stays further down in the gutter.)
Corbshe: (heh, yeah XD)
Danij: "I'll bet on Sinfield! He'll win, one day, I bet! I do bet, yes! And then- I'll get the pot all for myself!" Danij says, eagerly  handing the money to Corbshe, with a smile on his face. "I'll win tonight, the horoscope said so!"
Corbshe: Corbshe can barely contain his glee as he accepts Danij's money. "All right, no more bets, people! The match is starting!"
Freya: (Sure sure, black)
Corbshe: Sinfield is a spry Rabbat with a long and storied career in the ring; Swanson's a manticore with a terrifying reputation, but it's generally agreed that the edge goes to Sinfield's speed and agility over Swanson's raw force.
Corbshe: It's a match for the ages. On more than one front. At first Sinfield lives up to expectations, but then Swanson...*lashes out and bites one of Sinfield's ears clean off.* A shout of shock goes up, both from the crowd and from Sinfield himself, and Swanson presses the offensive.
Corbshe: The ref says nothing. Sinfield doesn't last another full round. It's over.
Corbshe: "Ooh, tough break, pal," Corbshe says, oozing with mock-sympathy. "Better luck next time." He winks and chuckles to himself.
Walpole: "Me put forty on Birdy the Mighty!" A Gnoll points excitedly at the screen depicting a red and white Pygmy Pyzky squaring up against a much larger Vanguard.
Corbshe: "All right, livin' dangerously here, folks! Twenty to one! Twenty to one on Birdy! Who wants some?"
Danij: Danij stands there, stunned for a second, before he realizes "Oh no, I gotta double or nothin', I can't go out like this... My loan..."
Corbshe: (I think that's scene, unless Danij wants to say something else?)
Danij: (What are the odds?)
Danij: ( 20 for the birdy?)
Corbshe: (yeah. 20 to one)
Danij: "I'll bet on the Birdy!" Danij said, shoving another wad of cash towards Corbshe "The horoscope said I'd be a winner today! I gotta win!"
Danij: (Sould we cut here, with the obvious results?)
Corbshe: (sure XD)
Corbshe: so who gets your Black Die of Bad Luck?
Danij: Damn, damn damn damn
Danij: Eugh, I'll give it to...
Danij: Walpole?
I don't know
Corbshe: Walpole it is, then!
Freya: I just thew mine all willie nilly for this first round.
Corbshe: So we've seen Corbshe in his own element. I'm gonna Resolve.
Corbshe: The rest of you can Establish :3
Walpole: I'm thinking he's meeting with Walpole.
Walpole: Drug time. :3
Corbshe: Sounds good. Everyone else agreed? :3
Freya: Sure
Danij: Yep
Corbshe: (So where would a man like Corbshe meet a man like Walpole? XD)
Corbshe: (because this is a dude who totally dressed up his parents' old basement into a gambling den.)
Walpole: Officer Walpole strode through the secluded (here, that's *more* secluded) groves around Hedgetown. It was twilight, and he found the rock smeared with blood. This was the time, and the place.
Walpole: "Hey, Biter! I bring treats!" He holds up bags of takeout in both hands.
Walpole: ...
Corbshe: Corbshe grins. Walpole gets to call him that for now. It was a fair collar five years ago. But he weaseled out of that rap, and now the tables are turned. Now he's coming to *him* for the sweet stuff. The words "power boner" spring to mind.
Walpole: Less pleasing to him is that Walpole was - once upon a time - half his height instead of twice it.
Corbshe: "Heh. Y'know what's good for ya, then." Corbshe snickers, greedily grabbing a bag. "Though y'know it'll take more than this" - he grabs something out of the bag and takes a big bite out of it - "if it's my magic dust you're after."
Corbshe: And yeah, he remembers when Walpole was literally and figuratively a small fry, but even though he towers over him now, it's Corbshe who's in charge here.
Corbshe: (I'm gonna go ahead and say it: White die. Corbshe gets out of this encounter with his illusions of superiority intact. XD)
Freya: (White it is)
Danij: (Well, Corb actually can resolve)
Freya: (~~not that my vote is absolute~~)
Corbshe: (you folks don't get a say; I chose to Resolve instead of Establish XD)
Walpole: "Fine... but I still have my discount." He hands the Gnoll a small sum of 100 mewbles. He'd normally have to pay twice that, but then, "mutually assured annihilation" isn't something smart people would want to test. Besides, with his "authority," Walpole had plenty of alternate sources of income to draw from.
Corbshe: "Heh. Pleasure doin' business with ya." He hands Walpole a clear bag full of white powder. He's got more of the stuff than he knows what to do with; he doesn't even really know what it's properly worth (quite a bit more than he's selling it for), but he's making money hand over fist selling it.
Corbshe: (also I just realized I've implied two things)
Corbshe: (Corbshe does not have a "supplier" so much as he simply has a massive *supply*)
Walpole: As they part ways, both seem to mutter "sucker" under their breath.
Corbshe: (totally XD)
Corbshe: all right. Giving the white die to Freya.
Corbshe: but yeah, I'm thinking Corbshe does not have a supplier, but rather has come into possession of a massive stockpile
Walpole: So that's what, so far?
Corbshe: and furthermore *he's unwittingly undercutting the market,* which is another reason people might be out for his head XD
Corbshe: you and me are both at one black apiece. Freya has two white. Danij is at zero both ways.
Walpole: I guess it makes sense that that's how our hats are decorated. XD
Corbshe: yeah, this will hopefully end with Walpole and Corbshe at each other's throats as the metaphorical ship goes down, while Freya gets away scot free
Danij: Ey
Corbshe: Danij is a wildcard but he will either get away scot free or end up an incidental casualty of whatever madness goes down
Danij: making plans arre you?
Corbshe: no, i'm just broadly saying where things might go XD
Freya: We should end this
Corbshe: ah yes
Corbshe: we should
Corbshe: !end