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victory_road2023-01-05 12:13 pm
infernofireblast) wrote in victory_road2023-01-05 12:13 pm
[Christmas Chicken - Backdated to 12/25]
Who: Joey Wheeler and anyone who plays the Duel Monsters Card Game (no Pokemon outside of their balls though please)
Where: The Goldenrod K.F.T.
When: Late Christmas morning
Summary: A bunch of duelists meet up for Christmas Chicken and to play cards.
Log:
[The line is abuzz within the little restaurant, but the lobby is all but empty. Booths with red-and-white striped apolstery line the outer walls and a series of tables with cute little orange lounge chairs take up the space in the center of the dining area. Christmas decorations and faux-gifts sit near the entrance and all manner of promotional advertisements bombard customers as they enter, ensuring they know of promotions and the famous "Party Bucket". People occasionally come over from the line to fill up drinks and grab condiments, but they all take their leave shortly afterwards and the lobby returns to its previously quiet state.
Despite the lack of diners though, a wide spread of food sits laid-out upon the central tables. A variety of differently cooked chicken, all manner of side dishes, and a few different cakes all sit in covered containers, with plates and cutlery in ready supply nearby. Set in several of the booths are golden-tan colored mats with outlines of cards laid-out upon them, all pre=placed to sit and play, and coasters rest by each of the mats to accomodate any beverages that the Duelists may choose to bring. It seems a setup that could feed and entertain an army but it sits untouched, expectantly awaiting those who would partake of it.]
Where: The Goldenrod K.F.T.
When: Late Christmas morning
Summary: A bunch of duelists meet up for Christmas Chicken and to play cards.
Log:
[The line is abuzz within the little restaurant, but the lobby is all but empty. Booths with red-and-white striped apolstery line the outer walls and a series of tables with cute little orange lounge chairs take up the space in the center of the dining area. Christmas decorations and faux-gifts sit near the entrance and all manner of promotional advertisements bombard customers as they enter, ensuring they know of promotions and the famous "Party Bucket". People occasionally come over from the line to fill up drinks and grab condiments, but they all take their leave shortly afterwards and the lobby returns to its previously quiet state.
Despite the lack of diners though, a wide spread of food sits laid-out upon the central tables. A variety of differently cooked chicken, all manner of side dishes, and a few different cakes all sit in covered containers, with plates and cutlery in ready supply nearby. Set in several of the booths are golden-tan colored mats with outlines of cards laid-out upon them, all pre=placed to sit and play, and coasters rest by each of the mats to accomodate any beverages that the Duelists may choose to bring. It seems a setup that could feed and entertain an army but it sits untouched, expectantly awaiting those who would partake of it.]
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The blonde walks over to the table and places a hand on the top of the booth seat next to Kisara, offering a small smile.]
/I'm surprised you showed up, not that that's a bad thing. You doing alright?/
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Even if Marik's absolutely doing it to be rude to everyone else.
She was about to move, about to apologize for sitting where someone else had been, clearly. Until she hears the voice and the tongue and is settling again, shifting to look up at him with a soft huff.]
/Other than having no idea what this holiday is? I'm doing rather well. Admittedly, I wanted to see what had once been battles has become now./
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/It's just a gift giving holiday from what I've experienced. Started off with some religious connotations but it seems more [commercialized] here, which I'm thankful for./
[He glances back over at the rest of the gang.]
/It might be a bit underwhelming. That's probably a good thing though. I don't think the employees would appreciate [holographic] beasts taking up their entire lobby./
[A pause.]
/You're more than welcome to join Kaiba and I at our table. No pressure though, okay?/
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/Oh! That's rather nice though, isn't it? A religious holiday that focuses on giving? Though I have a feeling that's... probably not all it was./ [She knows enough to assume goodwill at every single kind of thing, but if that's all it is here? Then good, that's totally fine and dandy.]
/What's a [holographic]? Though if they're large, then I can't say I'd blame them... I wouldn't say no to the offer, it's still all a little weird here and getting used to people is still a little difficult. Thank you, truly./
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/Yeah. If you consider monotheism a good thing./
[Marik says that with a grimace.]
/Like I said, I prefer how they handle it here even if it can seem a bit... shallow to some./
[He takes a moment to consider how to best explain holograms to her.]
/Hnn... You know those big, tall, bright moving pictures you see here in [Goldenrod?] It's sort of like that except it isn't on a board. It emanates from a device and appears almost life-like./
[The teen smiles and moves his hand off of the bench, in case Kisara wants to move.]
/Of course. I figured you'd be more comfortable with the two of us since we're kind of like slices from home. And it's good to meet you in person finally./
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/Monotheism... That sounds difficult to do./ [To believe, she means. Just one god? Sounds boring to her.
Now the description of holograms has her nodding slowly, that... makes sense. So it's just a form of the pictures you can see around. Man, now she's wishing they'd done that instead of the cards she's heard tale of. Oh well, maybe some time later.]
/I'm guessing that there's no way to do that here yet? Or is it simply because it's still so cold outside?/ [There's a reason she was bundled up as much as humanly possible and might have been the tiniest bit annoyed to not be able to have her fire types with her. But at least it's warm inside and she's already shed a few layers, which is... good?]
/"Kind of like slices from home". I suppose you would know why that is, huh?/ [She is moving to get out of the booth properly, holding the formerly mentioned shed layers in her arms.] /It's nice to see you in person, too. It's honestly so strange to see how tall everyone is.../ [Which. Makes sense. Considering everything.]
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[Marik sighs dramatically because: Marik.]
/I wish. I don't think any of us arrived with Kaiba's [Duel Disk] outside of Joey. I don't even know if it would work given the slightly different technology of this world.]
[As much as he hates sleeves, even he's given in to trying to dress warmer for the winter. Also gotta rock that Gengar sweater.
Marik steps aside and pointless does the "after you" motion, grinning at Kisara's first remark. Of course he would know. It's part of his job whether he likes it or not.]
/Given that you've only seen us over the [network?] I can imagine. If you ever start to feel overwhelmed by this get-together, just let Kaiba or me know. We can go outside for a bit or something to get away from the noise./
[Because a bunch of teenage boys together can get loud, especially playing Duel Monsters.]
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/It requires a... disk? Why would you need a disk to be able to do that? I understand the technology part in it, but if they have those pictures on the signs, can another method not be used similar to that?/
[Sleeves are great sometimes, okay. Even she wore sleeves! ... Because she'd probably burn like nobody's business in the sun and concealing most of your body sounds like the smartest idea. But that's not the point, actually.
Of course she's going to move, but she's raising a brow at the grin, pausing next to him before just making sure to "accidentally" hip check him while heading just a bit past.]
/I'm certainly not short, so it's a little weird to get used to./ [She's... really not, actually. But she pauses with a brief hum, at least there is an out if she needs it. But depending on how many people show up, hopefully she won't need to.] /I'll remember that. Though I don't... think it should be too overwhelming?/
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[This is where Marik gets stumped on an explanation. He rubs his chin in thought, glancing over at Kaiba.]
/I believe it's called a disk due to its shape. The inner workings of it aren't something I fully understand myself. Kaiba's your man to ask if you're curious about that./
[Wow, rude. Marik grunts as he's hit and purses his lips, about to throw his typical insult at her. She can hear the sounds of an auto-translated "ffhh" form in his mouth but he stops before he gets the rest of the word out.
Even he knows you should treat a lady with (some) respect. Only thanks to pop culture though.
So instead Marik clicks his tongue in annoyance.]
/You underestimate how loud guys can be, particularly Joey. I've given you a fair warning though./
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/Still not sure why it would need to be a disk but I guess if that's what he wanted to do.../ [Perhaps it'd be better to question him on that later, if she feels like it. Because she's almost certain she'll get an explanation that makes no sense or requires further questioning, Kaiba just seems the type.
Hey, she has the female advantage and she'll take it. But only to (affectionately) bully Marik.
Doesn't stop her from grinning at that tongue click.]
/If I can handle an open air market yelling at me, I'm sure this will be fine. But thank you for the warning./
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Marik shrugs.]
/Makes for a cool design./
[Kisara just gets a short eye narrow before he bounces back to normal. This is how one deals with the emotional whiplash that is Marik Ishtar.
His expression softens a bit at the mention of the market. He wonders if the one he went to was similar to back then... As a child, he was far too excited to feel overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle but looking back on it, he could see how that could be a good comparison.]
/Ah. Yes. That's a fair point... This won't be yelling at you, thankfully. Mostly cheers and probably some mild curse words./
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/Mmm, I guess I can't argue that./
[Eh, she's dealt with worse emotional whiplashes. So he's really nothing to her other than amusing to mess with, he's sealed his own fate with her at this point.]
/Exactly why it should be fine~ ... Curse words?/ [Sir, sir she is literally thinking actual curses here, please inform of her of what this actually means.
Teach her the modern slang.]no subject
And we all know he fully deserves such a fate. At least she seems she'll be alright with boys being boys.]
/Should be./
[Huh. That gives Marik pause. His ancient Egyptian doesn't consist of any foul language outside of literal curses.]
/Curse words in the modern day are meant as insults rather than putting a curse on someone. Sometimes playfully, sometimes viciously. It's... a strange part of language that I don't know how to translate for you and really shouldn't be teaching you right now. We'll just... save that for later, alright?/
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/You can never say anything for certain./
[Insults? What's the difference, then? But it's not lost on her that it's probably at least, well, not polite given he's refusing to teach her. Doesn't stop her from pouting a bit.]
/Then why call them curses if they're insults? Insults are... insults. And why not? While people might understand me here, I can't just keep relying on... however they're understanding me./ [It's not lost on her that something is translating her, since goodness knows she's aware she doesn't really speak more than one language.] /But fine, I'll hold you you to that./
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/Their other name is [swear] words. I'm not sure why. They're more than insult though. They can be used as sentence fillers or to emphasis something. I don't need Joey lurking over me when he starts hearing me muttering explicit words to you./
[A chill runs through him at that thought.]
/I mean, you can rely on it. It's pretty accurate. A bit confusing if you think about it too much though./
[He holds a hand to his heart and bows his head with a small smirk.]
/I promise, you'll be educated on the art of curse words./
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Probably better it's not in the middle of a crowded area whether they can understand them or not, right?]
/But then I don't learn anything and just rely on it!/ [She hasn't... quite understood the fact that it doesn't really fail to translate most things. It's more just an in case of fire situation.
Really, Marik? She can't help but roll her eyes at him with a small bit of a smile in turn, this absolute nerd.]
/You better not forget unless you want my wrath later~/ [Whether or not that's an actual threat is left to his imagination.]
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[He subtly glances over at the other blonde as to not raise suspicion.]
/That's fair but... the issue is we don't know what everyone's default language is. I generally speak in [Japanese/English*] but that isn't my native tongue. Like I said, it's confusing./
[There's an eye narrow but it doesn't last long.]
/I won't forget./
[ooc: *he's from the English dub but they're in Japan so idefk]
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/... That is a good point, I suppose. Though it makes me wonder just how things are able to be translated like this without having to think about it. If I didn't know better, I would say it's some sort of magic./ [It could still be magic, but that seems like a rather wide and powerful type if that's the case and absolutely not her wheelhouse.]
/You won't./ [Don't question what that means.]
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[Joey has every right to be uncertain of Marik. But he shrugs at her rhetorical question.]
/Your guess is as good as mine. Technology, magic. Maybe both?/
[Another eye narrow at the supposed threat. He'll let it slide for now.]
/We should switch to the translated language and dig in to some food./