ext_5958 (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
sodzilla.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
31_days2007-02-02 11:54 pm
sodzilla.livejournal.com) wrote in 31_days2007-02-02 11:54 pm
[February 2nd][Pumpkin Scissors] What's At Stake
Title: What's At Stake
Day/Theme: February 2 / three seeds
Series: Pumpkin Scissors
Character/Pairing: Randel, Oreld, Machs
Rating: G
“Right. I'll see your three pebbles and raise you... four more.”
“Whatever,” Oreld grouched, shoving the requested amount of tokens in Machs' direction. “I still say this is stupid.”
“It passes the time,” Randel pointed out. “And there's not a lot else to do.”
“Yes, I know... not until this bloody storm blows over. Someone tell me why we always get snowed in?” Oreld ignored the shrugs from his companions and picked up his last card. “And then someone tell me why we can't play for real money.”
“Because the lieutenant would be angry -”
“- and because the corporal and I like our money to stay in our wallets,” Machs put in, smirking. “Full house, by the way.”
“It sure is.” Oreld threw his own cards down in disgust and glared around him. “Gardening supplies. Who needs gardening supplies in the middle of winter? They're just going to eat all this up before the ground thaws.”
Machs picked up the deck and cut it. “Don't sulk. You know the people at the farm need to be able to start planting as soon as the snow's gone. The quicker they can get their first crop ready for sale, the quicker they'll start to be self-sufficient - “
“- and we won't have to baby-sit any more, I know. I guess we've got to be glad they already have fertilizer.” Sighing, Oreld leaned back in his chair. “You know, if nobody told the LT...”
“We're not going to play for money. Give it up.”
“Look, it's not that I want to take your cash. It's just... it feels unnatural to play for something that's not at all valuable. It's not as exciting.”
“Isn't it better than watching the snow fall?” Not waiting for an answer, Machs started to deal again. “Right, the stake is three pebbles... and the current standing is twenty-one pebbles for me, thirty-nine pebbles for Oreld, and no pebbles for the man with the Imperial Army's worst poker face - “
“Wrong,” Randel said, rising from where he'd been poking at their load and coming back over to the table. “Deal me back in.”
Machs frowned. “Fair is fair, corporal. You can't meet the stakes.”
“I can.” Three small, dark objects plonked down onto the tabletop; Randel smiled slightly at Oreld. “And these are valuable, too.”
Day/Theme: February 2 / three seeds
Series: Pumpkin Scissors
Character/Pairing: Randel, Oreld, Machs
Rating: G
“Right. I'll see your three pebbles and raise you... four more.”
“Whatever,” Oreld grouched, shoving the requested amount of tokens in Machs' direction. “I still say this is stupid.”
“It passes the time,” Randel pointed out. “And there's not a lot else to do.”
“Yes, I know... not until this bloody storm blows over. Someone tell me why we always get snowed in?” Oreld ignored the shrugs from his companions and picked up his last card. “And then someone tell me why we can't play for real money.”
“Because the lieutenant would be angry -”
“- and because the corporal and I like our money to stay in our wallets,” Machs put in, smirking. “Full house, by the way.”
“It sure is.” Oreld threw his own cards down in disgust and glared around him. “Gardening supplies. Who needs gardening supplies in the middle of winter? They're just going to eat all this up before the ground thaws.”
Machs picked up the deck and cut it. “Don't sulk. You know the people at the farm need to be able to start planting as soon as the snow's gone. The quicker they can get their first crop ready for sale, the quicker they'll start to be self-sufficient - “
“- and we won't have to baby-sit any more, I know. I guess we've got to be glad they already have fertilizer.” Sighing, Oreld leaned back in his chair. “You know, if nobody told the LT...”
“We're not going to play for money. Give it up.”
“Look, it's not that I want to take your cash. It's just... it feels unnatural to play for something that's not at all valuable. It's not as exciting.”
“Isn't it better than watching the snow fall?” Not waiting for an answer, Machs started to deal again. “Right, the stake is three pebbles... and the current standing is twenty-one pebbles for me, thirty-nine pebbles for Oreld, and no pebbles for the man with the Imperial Army's worst poker face - “
“Wrong,” Randel said, rising from where he'd been poking at their load and coming back over to the table. “Deal me back in.”
Machs frowned. “Fair is fair, corporal. You can't meet the stakes.”
“I can.” Three small, dark objects plonked down onto the tabletop; Randel smiled slightly at Oreld. “And these are valuable, too.”