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[threecardmonty.livejournal.com]

Shuffling cards. Feels like playing god.

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We'll handwave her knowing what happened? Since technically she was never informed in canon, haha...

[somuchheart.livejournal.com]

((Blythe peeks into the room, leaning a shoulder against the doorframe as he shifts the cards in his hands. She's quiet for a moment, then speaks softly.)) Hey. How are you?

((The answer is likely going to be familiar. She's an awful patient too. She knows the feeling all too well - except usually, her injuries aren't so serious.))

damn gossips. ><

[threecardmonty.livejournal.com]

[Monty looks up at her, but the cards keep flying in his hands. Looks like he's had all kind of practice at this.]

Could be better. Good to see a friendly face.

damn straight. :|

[somuchheart.livejournal.com]

((She smiles a little at that, stepping into the room properly. Her eyes flick to the moving cards, then back to him. Then she changes the subject-)) I used to know how to play poker. And, um, rummy? Blind Man's Bluff was the game of choice, though. Back when I was a kid, that is.

[cipherspeak.livejournal.com]

If only it were so easy.

[threecardmonty.livejournal.com]

So who'd you put on top?

[Seemingly from random, the King of Clubs appears.] No, not him.

[The Seven of Hearts flips up before disappearing to the bottom. He cuts the deck to reveal the Ten of Clubs.]

Too bad life doesn't imitate art...or sleight of hand, I reckon. [He stops mid-shuffle, leaving the Ace of Clubs supreme and smiles. He could get behind that one.]

[cipherspeak.livejournal.com]

There's worse Cards to put on the top of the Deck, I imagine.

[Elisha raises an eyebrow.]

Ever played this game with the tarot?

[bluntforces.livejournal.com]

...we're allowed to, time t' time, don't you think?

[threecardmonty.livejournal.com]

I could go all philosophical on you and claim we're all gods in our own little worlds. Gotta admit it's funny to be shuffling and then realize I just smashed you in the eye.

[bluntforces.livejournal.com]

I'll bite. How c'you tell where the eye is on a number-card?

[lowtohigh.livejournal.com]

If you believe God plays dice, I suppose.

[threecardmonty.livejournal.com]

Darlin', these are cards.

And modern theorists disagree with Einstein.

[lowtohigh.livejournal.com]

But isn't the point of shuffling to release control and allow things to fall at random? Like rolling a die?

[morallydefunct.livejournal.com]

Or poker. [He only speaks truthfully, really.]

But if you want to play God, I am sure he'll only object a little.

[threecardmonty.livejournal.com]

I'm trying to sound profound here.

[He shuffles a bit more before cutting the deck and revealing a Ten of Spades (ooc: if word is out) or a Nine (if it's not).]

[morallydefunct.livejournal.com]

[Victor raises a brow, slowly as he looks at the ten, before tilting his head just slightly. It isn't as if he, himself, can't stack a deck. He won't find it magical...merely...curious.]

Up to speed on your current events, I see.

We'll handwave her knowing what happened? Since technically she was never informed in canon, haha...

[somuchheart.livejournal.com]

((Blythe peeks into the room, leaning a shoulder against the doorframe as he shifts the cards in his hands. She's quiet for a moment, then speaks softly.)) Hey. How are you?

((The answer is likely going to be familiar. She's an awful patient too. She knows the feeling all too well - except usually, her injuries aren't so serious.))

damn gossips. ><

[threecardmonty.livejournal.com]

[Monty looks up at her, but the cards keep flying in his hands. Looks like he's had all kind of practice at this.]

Could be better. Good to see a friendly face.

[cipherspeak.livejournal.com]

If only it were so easy.

[threecardmonty.livejournal.com]

So who'd you put on top?

[Seemingly from random, the King of Clubs appears.] No, not him.

[The Seven of Hearts flips up before disappearing to the bottom. He cuts the deck to reveal the Ten of Clubs.]

Too bad life doesn't imitate art...or sleight of hand, I reckon. [He stops mid-shuffle, leaving the Ace of Clubs supreme and smiles. He could get behind that one.]

[bluntforces.livejournal.com]

...we're allowed to, time t' time, don't you think?

[threecardmonty.livejournal.com]

I could go all philosophical on you and claim we're all gods in our own little worlds. Gotta admit it's funny to be shuffling and then realize I just smashed you in the eye.

[lowtohigh.livejournal.com]

If you believe God plays dice, I suppose.

[threecardmonty.livejournal.com]

Darlin', these are cards.

And modern theorists disagree with Einstein.

[morallydefunct.livejournal.com]

Or poker. [He only speaks truthfully, really.]

But if you want to play God, I am sure he'll only object a little.

[threecardmonty.livejournal.com]

I'm trying to sound profound here.

[He shuffles a bit more before cutting the deck and revealing a Ten of Spades (ooc: if word is out) or a Nine (if it's not).]