Jerry
Shujin would be sitting in the dormitory common's area. He had his right leg crossed over his left and his arms folded with a smirk on his face. For once.. His luck is actually useful. That Gabe bitch though.. 'Reveal all your cards...' he doesn't even know how centered his powers are around card games.

He hopes somebody else comes though, while they don't *Need* A house, it would be nice to have one. He doesn't trust Gabe'll post blinds right. He doesn't trust Gabe won't cheat at all actually.. Luck isn't cheating anyways. Luck is luck. 

But.. Here he waits.
Michelle
*Pythia walks into the common area, his stomach aching from not eating... He tended to do this most days, waiting until he was dying of hunger and then darting out of the safety of his dorm to grab some food from the common area. Thankfully no one was near the small kitchen area, though he could see the telltale cloud of someone sitting by one of the tables. He tries to make himself inconspicuous... ... .. But the snow white skin, hair, and eyes make him standout easily.*
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*If Shujin needs people, Pythia would look like a possible candidate, though the antisocial boy may need a little bit of convincing to fully join in.*
Jerry
Shujin would notice the living snowman slowly creeping it's way across the room.. What a completely eye catching fellow. Like, he tries to stand out but this kid just- pops!! That's crazy honestly. But... He doesn't know how many people are going to show up... Mm. Better prepare.

"Hey. Snow White. Do you know how to play poker?" He'd call to the kid rather bluntly with attitude.
Michelle
*Pythia almost jumps out of his skin, looking behind him into the shadow where the stranger spoke. He tries to look at Shijin's face... Though ends up looking about two feet to his left. Shujin would also notice that Pythia carries a blind walking stick... Though he looked like he could see, and it was currently folded up and attached to his belt loop. Pythia looks left and right, hoping that there was someone else to deflect to... But given that they are alone he sighs.* "N... Not... Proficiently... I... I watch u... Uhm... C... Clips sometimes" *He says in a meek voice.*
Jerry
"Play the dealer for my game, would ya?" Once again using an almost rude tone, like he's demanding the guy does it. "I don't want to do it myself, and you're an unaffiliated party. I trust you wouldn't cheat."

Shujin respects game rules, and he never breaks them. His luck is just help, that's all. Nothing to be ashamed of. That's what poker is all about anyways.. Good luck. He has a feeling this dude's luck is pretty neutral.. So it shouldn't be too hard to have a good game of poker.
Michelle
*Pythia winces slightly at the tone, and his nonconfrontational nature almost guarantees he will agree, so he unclips his walking stick from his belt, unfolds it and walks into the cloud of darkness... Blinding himself. He walks... Awkwardly to say the least. When he gets closer to Shijin, it is like someone flicked the lights off. He bumps into a few chairs as he makes his way over but finally manages to sit down at one of the chairs, folding up his walking stick and setting it in his lap as he tries to focus his powers enough to actually be able to see.*
Amy
*Knock. Knock. Knock.* 
Enough time had passed for Gabe to start his dramatically late entrance, shifting his weight from each leg as he let out a deep, slightly annoyed sigh. 

New people were going to be here. A lot of them. While Gabe was moping about spending the holidays alone, the Cradle had only gained more and more new inmates. To be honest, he was slightly upset at how his anger and frustration kept bleeding into his words— first the Fin thing, then this. Maybe he'd try to make a good impression, for once... 

Although, given that Shujin guy's more-than-irritating attitude, he doubted it. 

"Anyone home?"

He knocked again. His brown, curly hair was perfectly neat, not an unruly curl out of place. His outfit was made of brown slacks and a white button up rolled high enough to show off his pride and joy (his muscles.) 

He might've dressed a little too well for the occasion, Gabe mused to himself. But is there any downside to having eyes on you?
Michelle
*At this point Gabe, and anyone else walking in, would see the almost petrified Pythia sitting in one of the chairs, trying desperately to focus on his powers... After they fail him several times, he tries to calm down by shuffling some cards. He takes the cards for the game and starts to shuffle them, mostly focusing on not letting them slip out of his hands and fall onto the ground. It is a pure stroke of luck that he manages to keep the cards in the right direction considering his blindness. Pythia is wearing his usual outfit, a black t-shirt, this time with gray doves across the front and tight fitting jeans. His pearly white hair falls down around his shoulders and infront of his eyes... ... Its not like he can see anything though.*
Alice
*Sigma took an unlit cigarette out of their mouth and turned a corner to see Gabe in front of the common room.* "Oh cool, I'm not the first." *They said, walking up to him.* "Been a hot minute since I played poker. Playing for actual cash or no? Need to know whether to take this seriously or not." *He asked, pushing past Gabe and walking to take a seat with Shujin and Pythia.*
Jerry
"No cash, just chips." Shujin told Sigma.. "The chips have their values written on them. So don't worry about memorizing anything." 

Shujin looked at the new guy then back at Gabe... Seems he's not the only one who's had a sour impression of the guy. Psh, why'd he even agree to come if nobody likes the guy? Inflated ego, he guesses. Guy can't take a fuckin' hint.. Or maybe he's like him and he just enjoys annoying people. Mayhaps.
Amy
"Cash? Hell no." Gabe steps through the door, eyeing the sparse dorm with a slightly-judgmental raised eyebrow. He didn't say anything, but the expression was clear: *This little people? Really?* 

"Not paying cash against a guy who can manipulate luck. Seems a bit stupid, right?" He continues, plopping next to Pythia and eyeing everyone who has assembled. 

"Besides, a fun time is the only reward I'm lookin' for." He punctuates his sentence with a playful wink and a sip of his *Iced Latte with Oat Milk and Less Ice and a Pump Of Caramel*, according to the sticker on his cup. 

Once he puts the drink down, brown, soulful eyes flicker over towards the clearly nervous Pythia. "You feeling alright?" He mutters, concerned, barely loud enough for Pythia to hear.
Jonathan
The holidays had always been Lucifer's favourite time of year, not because of christmas cheer or anything like that, but because everyone else had packed up and gone home, leaving him with a clear, unobstructed path to the kitchen for his daily snack run. 

Or.. At least that was normally the case, today however, upon stepping through the entrance way to the common room from the kitchen, he heard the voices of several others, Gabe he could catch from a mile away, always keenly familiar with his voice as he was with his other peers, the others though...

He frowned, shifting the crisp packets and assortments of biscuits hed stolen in his arms, listening to the soft flicker of what he assumed was cards
"Whats going on in here? Late night snap game?"
Michelle
*Pythia's face flushes as Gabe sits down and speaks to them... The game would be a bit harder since... Well he is blind... But he could activate his sight when he needed to, hopefully it would cooperate.* "I-im f... Fine" *Pythia stutters slightly, feeling genuinely scared that he will mess up. Large scale social events are new to him (yes he considers a gathering of 4 or more people large). He passes the cards from hand to hand, only years of fidgeting with anything he could get his hands on (cards included) giving him the dexterity to shuffle blind. The toying with cards helps calm him down enough that he tries to activate his powers and see.*

*The possibilities collapse, and the cloud fades around Pythia. He looks suddenly more alert, as he goes from staring off into random space to shooting his gaze between different people... Somehow being able to see the others around him is a bit worse, but he can manage. He tries to work through the breathing exercises his therapist taught him as he works the deck more, ending his shuffle as he starts organizing his area as the dealer, doing a few quick test hands to make sure he has the muscle memory down. His eyes still flick between the other people at the table, like a frightened gazelle among a heard of lions.*
Amy
Gabe perks up at the new voice. Lucifer (or Luce, as Gabe refers to him as, because even though he was out of New Orleans he could never take the old Cajun superstition out of him. Better not to mention the Devil's name, he thought,) had peeked in, and Gabe could only remotely place his identity from various intranet encounters. 

"Yo, Luce. Join us." Gabe lazily called out, motioning with a waggle of his manicured eyebrows. "We're playing... Something. It's so *Boring* When it's this cold out. And I thought January was unbearable in the South." He smiles a bit at his own joke, patting the empty spot next to him as he continued to stare at Lucife— *Luce*.
Jonathan
Luci visibly perked up at the offer, expertly navigating his way to the table, shifting his snacks to one arm and hovering a hand over the chairs as he walked. Clearly, he found something he was after as he stopped by the offered empty chair, using a foot to toe it away from the poker table and dumping himself into the seat, losing a pack of crisps as he went and dumping the rest on his lap unceremoniously and giving Gabe a thankful smile.

He took a moment to adjust his shirt, rolling up his sleeves as if preparing for a serious game, though the effect was ruined by the misaligned buttons on his chest (and was that a leaf in his hair?), and in a small moment of quiet, between one blink and the next, Hydne appeared on his shoulder, bedraggled as usual, and immediately their head turned to peer at the faces around them.

Lucifer considered his companions, taking a second to observe them all, including Gabe, whom he'd never *Seen* Only heard his drawl down corridors or encountered on the message board.

"Eh- sorry I'm not sure I've met you all yet"

The Welshman spoke to all of the newcomers but turned himself towards Shujin first, stretching out a hand in offering across the table with a grin on his face that could rival a puppy's in its goofiness.

"When did you guys get here, come to enjoy the holiday get-away yeah?"
Alice
"Sigfrid Maximilian Svantepolk, at your service." *Sigma stood up and did a flourish and a bow.* "You may call me Sigma. Just don't call me Max or any derivative and we're good, honestly." *He stood back up completely, took his scarf off and threw it over the back of the chair, and sat down in it, cracking his knuckles and preparing to play.* "I got here like a week ago."
Jerry
Shujin would casually ignore Gabe's blabbering mouth. It serves him no purpose to listen to his nonsense. Just because he's lucky doesn't mean he's wealthy... If that were the case he would've won the lottery ten times over by now. He'd be a billionaire. Shit. Guess he was listening. 

Lucifer extended his hand out to Shujin though and he'd politely shake it with a firm two pumps of his hand. "Hello, I'm Shujin. I just came here a few days ago, and not because I wanted a 'holiday get-away'." 

He'd look to Sigfrid and nod his head once, acknowledging him as well. "And nice to meet you, Sigma. I believe I saw you on the intranet before." 

That's how he's met half of these people at least. Thats not saying a lot since there's only four other people aside from himself but, who cares. He's technically right anyways. Usually he's a bit more charismatic than this but.. He supposes he's a bit tired from all the new people. A game of Texas Holdem should put that pep back into his step though...
Michelle
*Pythia looks around, quietly asking.* "W... Well.. Is this e... Everyone" *He says softly, doing a final shuffle for the cards before he starts laying out hands for the players aswell as setting up the cards in the center. With his setup done he tries to concentrate on his breathing, keeping his sight in check. Just in case, he puts a hand on the first card to be turned over, incase goes blind.*

*Thankfully, he can still see, and he looks around the table to make sure everyone is ready to play*
Alice
"I don't think I've spoken to anyone outside of the intranet, really. Pretty active there, though. Just waiting for class to start up after break and I'll probably get out of the dorm more, though I'm pretty occupied with my books right now." *Sigma replied to Shujin.* "Anyway, yeah, I'm set to go. Deal us in?" *Sigma turned to Pythia and drummed on the table a bit with their fingers.*
Jerry
Shujin would nod his head to Pythia. "Go ahead." He would tell him. He untucked his hands and laid one out on the table, while the other slides into his pocket. He had a... An interesting look, laid upon his face. It wasn't cold, no, far from it, but it wasn't expressive either. His lips lay flat and his eyes fixated upon the cards, but something about the slight squint and the way they gleamed.. He's definitely in a mood alright.
Amy
School starting mademe forgor

"Alright. Thanks for the cards, champ." Gabe claps Pythia on his back maybe just a bit too hard, and takes his cards with grace. 

It's not a bad hand. It's not a *Good* Hand either, but Gabe has always been a man of average luck. No, what separated Gabe from the middling actors without roles was his ability to change the situation into a positive one for him. 

His face remained neutral, eyes quickly darting to see everyone else's reaction. 

...Besides, winning wasn't *Really* The point of this game. Maybe he could gleam people's tells if he looked close enough; maybe even study their approaches to both the game and their life. 

So maybe Gabe was a *Little* Competitive. Not that he'd ever let anyone know that— he tilts his head around and cracks his back, feigning nonchalance. 

Let the game begin.
Michelle
1. Reveal starting cards and set the Ante (actually do we want to use an even ante from everyone or a big blind/small blind system?) Round 1 Betting concludes 24 hours after this post or until 3/4 players have responded. If you dont respond ill assume you call
2. Reveal the river, Round 2 Betting
3. Reveal the turn, Round 3 Betting
4. Reveal the flop and final betting
5. Reveal final cards

Do you agree to these rules?

Card order will be as follows: First 5 are my cards, then it goes in order of who posted first... So Shujin -Gabe -Sigma -Lucifer
Jonathan
Lucifer hummed a humoured noise at Shujin's response, returning his handshake with an equally firm one, before chiming it with his own introduction.

He rolls out his shoulders, a vertebrae popping in his back as Hydne materialises on his shoulder, taking their spot as his card reader, their eyes swapping their milky complexion to a more pinkish hue, pupils dilating as they focused on the table. Luce thanking Pythia as he slipped the cards into his fingers.

With A jolt or realisation, Lucifer reached up and removed his glasses, shifting them to sit on the top of his head, allowing the surface to reflect the ceiling instead of his hand, letting his eyes slip closed.

"I haven't played Poker in ages, this will be fun!"
Michelle
*As everyone agrees to play, Pythia nods softly and focuses himself. He does a quick explanation of the rules as he passes everyone their cards, placing the five cards in the center and preparing his hand as he feels his powers starting to strain his mind.*

*His vision dims, the shadows multiplying until he is surrounded by darkness. He feels his heartbeat pick up as his breath catches in his chest... But with determined effort he pushes through the panic and forces himself to take deep, long breaths. His hands shake slightly as he hovers one above the first card, wanting to make sure he could turn it over easily when it is time.* "O-okay, um... P... Put in your bets everyone a-and t... Then i will reveal the r... River" *He stutters out, his voice giving away the deeper panic he feels.*
Amy
So shujin is gone lol

Can we just say they played poker/
Michelle
*They... Played poker? The poker went well, good game. Sigma probably ended up winning by card counting wherever possible. Pythia is an awkward mess to stumbles through the whole thing but hey! Atleast he doesnt get traumatized!*

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