A day at the Derby

[Kray]

The Ogre stares. Pupil less, Unblinking. ''Hm. It suits you.'' Is the conclusion he reaches regarding Circes hair choices.

''It won't'' He replies to the concept of learning from gambling. ''That's kind the beauty of it.'' The same fools never learning means I can fairly reliably find what I want. ''The spot is more about the waiting. My ...'''He had gone to mirror Anatole's parlance and say meal but that had very different connotations to him. ''Uh. mark.'' Not much better. ''Just needs to realise how truly bad things are first.'' Needs to fear going home, facing creditors or whoever else will bring this down on his head.

He snorts. ''Ah. No I'm not fool enough to bet when the odds are stacked against me.'' Debt is another chain someone can own you with. ''But I'm all for a little sportsman's wager.'' Lets see seven is good for all involved, but that's Anatole's, which would be no fun... ''If your both up for it?'' It boiled down to pure luck or at best educated guessing then.

[Circe]

"Thank you, I'd tip my hat off to your compliment," she taps the side of her head as the turns to Kray, "But my head is bare, and against yours any hat seeking to compete woudl despair."


"Ah," she nods in understanding, trying to spot the person Anatole means. She thinks she has, "Got 'em. Yeeesh. Tacky fella ain't he? And why would I leave after running into some friends and fun? Of course Anny, I shall staaaay, oh," she leans forward a little towards the enraged mortal pointed to by Anatole. "Okay. Wow. Better color coordination now. His face is starting to match his suit. Wow. Good set of lungs on the guy too, oh ho ho. I hope he doesn't try to strangle the horse."


Which wasn't a joke. That was a concern given how much rage the guy was showing. "Tempting, so tempting. Sure."


She'd give it a go, though it'd be hard without actually being near him.

failure

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2024-05-10 22:32:31	Circe rolls 4 to Emot Glamour Harvest Emp + Comp + Anger - distance (10 Again)	6, 4, 1, 1	failure

Too far, she scowls at the failure.


"Well, I wouldn't want you to get a stomach ache Anny," she nods at Anatole. "Ooooh,' she raises her hand with her fingers crossed, "Hope ya win my friend."


She then looks to Kray, curious was to what he means. They get to see her right ear and eyebrow raise to indicate curiosity, "Hmmm? Sportsmanship wager? Not money then what? Nums? Beer? Commissions?"

[Anatole]

Anatole remained silent. His eyes drifted in the direction of the marque, eyebrow raising when Circe points out the fellow was leaving... and such fury! The Wizened's beard creases into a cruel grin as the Harvest King enjoys the spectacle.

His attention, however, is drawn back to his two companions. Still silent, still smiling softly, his eyes bounce between the Ogre and the Fairest with anticipation.