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Come one come all, bring your buttons
Aug. 4th, 2024 11:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tinstarWho: Raylan and whoever wants to play some cards!!
What: Button Betting Poker
When: Early August
Where: A random house in Milton
Content Warnings: None planned, will update if needed
[OOC NOTE: This will be used as a party style post. Use of an RNG is encouraged to determine win/loss, but if players want their character to lose, it can be worked out between said players. As this is the first instance of Poker night, Raylan has not assigned anyone to any one of the two tables or any of the hands that may happen. Standard poker rules apply, IC conversations can be had about worth comparisons for players with alternate formfactor of betting (IE - if someone wants to bet a singular pearl, the group may determine it is worth 10 buttons).
IC disruptions, (violence, table tossing, screaming, ect) will be responded to by Raylan as a peacekeeper. Cheaters, if found, will be expelled from the poker game and the cabin.
[There's no dinner bell, so this will have to do]
Raylan had posted a note on the Community Board about when he planned on having poker and as the days crept towards it, he kept himself busy making sure that the little cabin he'd chosen for the game night was clean and ready. Two tables stood in the open plan loft bearing house, each with a beaten and weathered deck of cards and five or six mismatched chairs around them, some in better shape than others. What got used would depend on how many people showed up - Raylan wasn't sure they'd get more than one table's worth but if he was wrong, he was prepared for it. A small fireplace was already lit and stoked on the night, bearing a tea kettle on its flattop that was warming some birch bark tea he thought might at least serve as refreshment.
It was a real shame they didn't have any wings or chips or something.
When he figured it was about time, he steps out onto the porch and pulls his gun. A shot is fired in the air and when the echo of the bang fades out, Raylan takes a deep breath and yells booming words out over the cold, drawl significantly more noticeable despite his efforts for it. Those who couldn't hear his voice would have heard the shot and those that could, would at least have some context for what it meant.
What: Button Betting Poker
When: Early August
Where: A random house in Milton
Content Warnings: None planned, will update if needed
[OOC NOTE: This will be used as a party style post. Use of an RNG is encouraged to determine win/loss, but if players want their character to lose, it can be worked out between said players. As this is the first instance of Poker night, Raylan has not assigned anyone to any one of the two tables or any of the hands that may happen. Standard poker rules apply, IC conversations can be had about worth comparisons for players with alternate formfactor of betting (IE - if someone wants to bet a singular pearl, the group may determine it is worth 10 buttons).
IC disruptions, (violence, table tossing, screaming, ect) will be responded to by Raylan as a peacekeeper. Cheaters, if found, will be expelled from the poker game and the cabin.
[There's no dinner bell, so this will have to do]
Raylan had posted a note on the Community Board about when he planned on having poker and as the days crept towards it, he kept himself busy making sure that the little cabin he'd chosen for the game night was clean and ready. Two tables stood in the open plan loft bearing house, each with a beaten and weathered deck of cards and five or six mismatched chairs around them, some in better shape than others. What got used would depend on how many people showed up - Raylan wasn't sure they'd get more than one table's worth but if he was wrong, he was prepared for it. A small fireplace was already lit and stoked on the night, bearing a tea kettle on its flattop that was warming some birch bark tea he thought might at least serve as refreshment.
It was a real shame they didn't have any wings or chips or something.
When he figured it was about time, he steps out onto the porch and pulls his gun. A shot is fired in the air and when the echo of the bang fades out, Raylan takes a deep breath and yells booming words out over the cold, drawl significantly more noticeable despite his efforts for it. Those who couldn't hear his voice would have heard the shot and those that could, would at least have some context for what it meant.
"Y'ALL WANNA PLAY SOME POKER?"
