Appointments Post

[infinitegrin]

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[blessingone]

[Continued from here because alas poor Captcha, the shunned soul.]

[Woah, nice bracelet (Fenimore, you should adapt to technology at least enough to know what a watch is...). This guy must be very good, very confident, or very generous. That she isn't sure which combination of these he is leaves her nervousness intact.]

Uh. Sure. [Well, he was at least enthusiastic, slightly odd word choice aside (how odd it seems will likely continue to rise as the train terms continue). She attempts to respond in kind, but all she manages is a somewhat nervous grin.

When the dealer has dealt to everyone, she almost immediately shows them over her shoulder to Emmet. Looking at them herself is only her second instinct.]

[infinitegrin]

[And Emmet... proves to be quite good at gambling! Especially his unchanging expression. He points out which cards to pay attention to, and whether to bet or save.

And eventually, all that gambling has gotten all of her lost goods returned, even if it took a few rounds of losing and winning.]

We're on the track to success. Just one or two more hands!

[Here, have an excited headpat, Fenimore!]

[blessingone]

[Fenimore was initially nervous, but by now is starting to get excited. She really had been missing a lot when he wasn't helping her out -- she kept not noticing some pretty good possibilities. She still is wondering what's up with his speech, though. She can't figure out the connection between the words he keeps using (what are trains).

Still. Headpats?] Y...yeah. Do you really have to...?

[...Well, she's grateful enough for his help that she'll let the headpat pass without further comment, aside from a mildly put-out expression.]

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Do you think you could try this hand? Show me what you've learned!

[blessingone]

Huh? Ah -- well -- uh...sure.

[She turns back to the cards as the next hand is dealt. Her expression is actually more nervous than it had been before he had started helping her, as she has since realized the difference between how she had been playing before and how she had been playing with his help. She does not look very confident over her ability to pull this off on her own. The players across from her are picking up on this and are not unhappy about this development.

However, despite this, while she perhaps doesn't play ideally, she has clearly learned from his previous guidance. Her nervous expression actually becomes her pokerface as she doesn't let up on it. She only makes one mistake, but, thanks to a little luck, it's not enough to stop her from winning the next hand.

It's then that her nervous expression clears to one of some small surprise. It's not like she had lost every hand before his help, but it had been a pretty rare thing.]

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[Emmet stayed quiet, letting her make her own decisions and just smiling when she managed to win the hand.]

There you go! It's not so hard, you're doing fine. You're roaring right down the tracks to success!

[Here, more hair ruffling! You look pretty nervous, after all.]

[blessingone]

[The hair ruffling does calm her down a little, although it's partially because it focuses her mind instead on the thought "could you not do that? I'm not a kid!!" But, again, she doesn't bring it up due to her gratitude for his help, only pouting slightly. Of course, she doesn't look nearly as unhappy as some of the gangsters, though they lean less towards pouting than they do towards glowering.]

I...I don't know if I'd call it roaring. I still haven't -- haven't gotten what I came for. [A gun for the scavenger hunt, she means. She's been mostly just winning back the things she had previously lost, along with a couple of knicknacks from the less fortunate gangsters.]

[infinitegrin]

You have only a few more hands! Then you can take what you need.

I have faith in you. You can make it, all the way to the end of the line at the station known as "Success"!

[blessingone]

[She smiles a little up at him, although she still looks nervous. It's nice, even if she...really thinks that's a weird way of putting it.] Thanks. I couldn't have done it without you.

[However, one of the gangsters, more aware of trains and annoyed by how well it's going for them when Fenimore was originally a pretty easy mark, cuts in. "Level with me. What's with all this train pun baloney?"]

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I love trains! Where I'm from, I am in charge of running the Subway system that goes throughout my whole region. I have loved trains since I was very little! Because trains are wonderful!

[Gosh does he love trains. He looks way too enthused about it...]

[blessingone]

[...So he has been making puns about something she doesn't know about this whole time? That is...pretty weird, but she's not complaining.

The gangsters seem to have come to a similar conclusion, as the guy who asks says, "You some kinda ossified palooka?" Another interrupts, "This 'ossified palooka' has made this jane take all our jack. Less you got any bright ideas, he's going to make off with every last rube we got from this bird."

Fenimore only vaguely has an idea what that was.] W...well, let's -- get back to the game, so we can get...get on track to finishing this?

[...She may not understand how train puns work, but she feels embarrassed just saying that, especially with the way the gangsters stare. It seemed like a good idea in her head....]

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Yes! Let's reach our station of Victory, and take what we've come here to win.

[Emmet leans down again, to speak quietly for only Fenimore to be able to make out.]

Make sure the only winnings you take are the tools you need for this event. They will be quite cross if they lose everything else.

[blessingone]

Ah, y -- [At first, her response is a bit too loud, but she catches herself and matches Emmet's tone.] Yeah. I don't think I could handle it if they got mad....

[Luckily, that may not be too much of a concern, because one of the gangsters who has been losing the worst has just put his gun in the pot.]