ITP: Chess and Other Games

[mind_over_metal]

[--oh oh oh man, it’s the worst feeling, like one of those slow-motion disasters in the movies, where you walk in on something and you immediately know that you’ve walked in on something, the awkwardness hits before your foot touches the ground for your next step but it's too late for you to turn around, the inertia is already carrying you forward

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[2nd_slinger]

[Will just be over here, forlornly searching for some board game version of Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon. This Round? One.]

[mind_over_metal]

Looking for something...?

[2nd_slinger]

... only in terms of a convenient distraction.

[mind_over_metal]

Everyone has their own personal tastes in distractions, though. It's not something to knock.

[2nd_slinger]

Oh, I'd never knock my own tastes...

[mind_over_metal]

What are they, may I ask?

[2nd_slinger]

Oh, y'know... The usual--wine, women, an' song.

Just without so much emphasis on the wine and song.

[mind_over_metal]

I'm rather partial to the "wine" category as well, but I'm afraid that I'm the type who couldn't carry a tune if you handed me a bucket.

We haven't met, have we? Here and yet, at least. That seems to be the condition that I'm having to tack onto everything.

[2nd_slinger]

Or elsewhere an' later--I only know you by reputation.

Well, and Jubilee gushin' about you being here.

[mind_over_metal]

...she's a very enthusiastic young lady.

[2nd_slinger]

You don't know the half of it.

[mind_over_metal]

Still, we should have a proper introduction.

*holds a hand out to him*

Professor Charles Xavier.

[2nd_slinger]

[Hesitates a moment, then reaches out and shakes.]

I go by Ricochet here, but Rico works too.

[mind_over_metal]

*what, I'm a friendly guy who is trying to counteract the unease that is rolling off of you in waves, bro*

Pleasure to meet you, Rico. Might I ask how far ahead in my future you're from?

[2nd_slinger]

Well... You don't have hair.

[mind_over_metal]

...always. Always the hair.