Down the Rabbit Hole: The Royamune All-Hearts Casino and Hotel [Open RP round]

[demon_shawn]

The White Rabbit now faced a no-win situation: beat the Black Cat into submission in revenge for his betrayal or run away like a baby Lagomorph. On one hand, he could get the satisfaction of finally doing something in retribution for his fallen Queen but he'd allow the Suits to take Shawn and the Hatter away. And what the hell did Perrault mean by

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[ashes_ascending]

"... Mr. I'm-too-hot-for-my-trousers." That last part of the sentence is delivered with sugar-coated acidity, as the Knave turns to face the man in a dress properly.

"New in town, by any chance?" Paradiesvogel sniffs at the interloper sarcastically. The scent he picks up is.. intriguing to say the least.

[demon_shawn]

"I happen to enjoy the breeze that comes when I run," Shawn was lying up to a point; it really was a wonderful- "But yes, quite new; you can smell the pine-sticker...Phoenix?" the fake psychic was a bit stunned to say the least.

[ashes_ascending]

"I'd have put you in a slinky little black number myself. Something clingy, with thigh high boots." His eyes don't leave the roulette wheel as he talks. He's also checking out everyone who stands around... until the stranger calls him that.

"Are you taking the piss?" The knave demands, a little incredulously, and slightly edgily. "Who are you?"

[demon_shawn]

"I can imagine."

Shawn is slightly confused; why would Phoenix be here? He smells like him, talks like him and even dresses all black like him! "Dude, sorry I asked...and what the hell do you mean 'taking the piss'? That sounds disgusting!"

Using his observational skills and his demon eyes, Spencer notes that the ball is rolling considerably slower and there is a finite thread attached to the house player.

[ashes_ascending]

"Winding me up, taking the mickey, and a number of other euphemisms for being a smartarse." The knave responds, tetchily. He'd quite like to concentrate here, more so when he does place his own bet. "It's Paradiesvogel, thank you very much.." He's interrupted by a waitress bearing a tray of drinks.

"Hey, Birdie, what can I getcha?" The knave is obviously fairly well-known by some of the casino staff.

"To be honest," His attitude changes, becoming slightly flirtatious with the pretty girl. "I wouldn't say no to a nice cup of tea."

"I got champagne?" She offers, tossing her curls and examining her fingernails.

"I'll pass for now. Get lost, I'm busy here." He pats her bottom affectionately, and she giggles as she totters away on high heels. The Knave turns back toward the stranger with an air of smugness. "Irresistible, that's me." He declares lazily.

[demon_shawn]

Shawn rolls his eyes, that was Phoenix. "That and that you have wrapped around your little finger," he added while he snatched a White Lady cocktail from the waitress's tray. He then whispered into the Knave's ear, "You're doing something to the roulette aren't you?"

[ashes_ascending]

"Oh, but she's delicious." His eyes gleam with a little more than just ..whatever it is a guy usually likes in a conquest.

It's lucky the interloper is keeping his voice down. The accusation earns him a cold glare from the Knave. "I'll thank you to keep that to yourself." He hisses back quietly. "Takes one to know one, and believe me, you don't want people knowing you're one."

The scent is too apparent to him now. Paradiesvogel can't place what the man is to any degree of accuracy, but it's clear the bloke is more like him than anyone else around this evening. Even more so than that one in the hood he spotted at the lower tables.

Why yes, I made a Phineas and Ferb ref...

[demon_shawn]

"One of what? Look, Parry the Platypus, today has not been my day, okay?" Shawn huffed and puffed and he guzzled the drink down. "My left ear for Black 30."

Now Spencer wanted to see exactly how good Paradiesvogel was at this odd-manipulation shtick.

:p Okay, so the mun had to google them. *blush*

[ashes_ascending]

"You really have no idea do you?" Paradiesvogel sighs. If the man doesn't know what he is, then the knave may just have to keep it quiet. He's good at keeping things to himself. Information can be valuable and he doesn't like to simply give it away. "What's your name anyway?"

The croupier takes the stranger's bet, and Paradiesvogel ups his own stakes with his left hand. It's risky to win too much too often, it attracts attention from the management, gets you banned from casinos, and this is almost all the Knave has for a living. But he has a bar tab and a couple of hotel bills to pay, he's won small for a while now so this time he bets Street, his numbers cover his new companion's 30. Street pays 11 to 1, and will do nicely.

He gives the other man a superior look as the wheel spins. They both need the same number, and the knave is showing off.

Gotta go sleep! Talk later!

[demon_shawn]

Shawn watches as the ball turns on itself and, without much ado, rolls onto the fabled 30 slot. "Shawn Spencer, currently known as the 'idiot with a dress'," he replied with a smirk. He was looking under the weather thanks to a lack of food but he still looked right.

When he saw all that gil-er-gold coins tinker down, the fake psychic's eyes shone with happy thoughts. "SWEET."

Okies :)

[ashes_ascending]

The introduction does get Spencer a warm grin. So, the stranger can take a joke it seems.

The grin turns rather more conceited and triumphant as they're paid out. "My name you know .. but I'm from Königreich der Herzen, formerly known as the Knave of Hearts." It irks him that he's been stripped of his rank and title, and Paradiesvogel refuses to let it go completely. He doesn't want to be anything else, despite the seeming contentment with his current situation. "But you're obviously not a native of the Royamune des Diamantes. Where are you from, Shawn Spencer?"

He gathers up his winnings, that's good for a brief evening's work. Time for some recreation, perhaps.

Sorry, studying for test plz!

[demon_shawn]

"The Knave? Last time I was here, they told me you stole a tart and almost got reacquainted with your neck!" Shawn added, following the man the waitress referred as 'Birdie'. "But you still carry her Royal Seal." That seal was that of all Wonderland prior to the Conquest but it all depended which suit was the North to determine whose Queendom the person belonged to. The Hatter, the Captain and the White Rabbit all wore it with pride on their neck (a choker in Juliette's case) while Paradiesvogel wore the Heart fragment from his crown as a necklace hidden away.

Shawn was slightly jealous at such an exclusive symbol but dismissed it when the Knave inquired where he had come from. "I hail from the distant land of Santa Barbara, home to Jamba Juices and Pineapples galore." Come to think of it, I haven't seen a pineapple in here?

NP! (Braindead from woooooork)

[ashes_ascending]

"Purportedly, I stole a few tarts." He turns round wagging a finger at Shawn. "Alleged tart-thief, if you don't mind. Nothing was ever proven at court, all the evidence was purely circumstantial and based on hearsay."

He stops his tirade and closes his hand over the partial seal, tucking it safely back under his shirt on its chain. The knave actually looks a little sorry for himself for a second. "It's all I have." He whispers. "Enemies are everywhere.. the Red Queen's minions, and the Black cat's." He spits out the words with some venom.

However, Paradiesvogel listens to Shawn's words with interest.. then slight disbelief. "Sounds quite lovely." He's never heard of pineapples, of course, and assumes they're merely apples that grow on pine trees. Maybe Shawn Spencer really is just an idiot in a dress. The knave regards him for a second, then- "You look tired. I'd recommend you keep your strength up, we anomalies can't afford not to keep ourselves hale and hearty."

[demon_shawn]

"And yet, you're bragging about it," Shawn retorted then wiped his face to take away some of the exhaustion that came with an empty stomach.

As they walked down the street, Shawn was able to muster energy to ask, "See? That word! I don't get it! Why am I an Anomaly? The Black Cat called me that before Gussie the Hatter saved our asses by pulling a lion out of his hat!"

[ashes_ascending]

"I don't brag." Is the indignant response. "I state the facts as I see them."

The knave halts dead in the street. "You really don't know what an anomaly is, do you." He shakes his head, evidently frustrated, but also he's obviously struggling with his conscience here. Paradiesvogel isn't quite sure if he likes being lumbered with some out-of-townie in a frock, but then, their kind do sort of have to stick together.

"The Hatter?" Oh, fantastic, his evening's just getting better and better. "Bloody hell, he's gone up in the world since the dormouse. If you're here with him, then why don't you just ask him. He's your pal isn't he?"

[demon_shawn]

"Because he's off buying a new Dor-Lion! Why can't you tell me? Lassiebunny won't even speak to me until we get to the high-stakes tables!" Of course Shawn kept his volume low; he's a wanted man by association to both the Hatter and the White Rabbit. "Can't you tell me?"

"God, I'm starving!" slipped out of Shawn's lips.