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ph_logs2024-03-16 08:47 am
notinflictthem) wrote in ph_logs2024-03-16 08:47 am
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground (Mingle)
CHARACTERS: Hawkeye and the Veteran’s Poker Club
DATE: March
LOCATION: Hawkeye’s clinic
SITUATION: Poker game (for veterans)
WARNINGS: Presumably discussion of conflict and ptsd
A notice goes up on the board, and Hawkeye sets up the clinic for the occasion. Obviously he’s not moving all his medical supplies out- at the back of his mind is always the possibility that something could happen that demands he put his doctor hat on again. Not choppers, but something.
But he sets up a table and chairs in the middle of the main room, with a stack of cards and some ‘chips’ (acorns, he went out and gathered some acorns, which he’s painted different colours). There’s a flask of his homemade gin, some finger food from the Oak and Iron, and he got a box of cigars for the occasion. Feels just like the conferences from home, only without sandwiches that move and Frank. So, y’know, infinitely better.
Prior to starting, while Hawkeye’s setting up, he’ll engage in some small talk with anyone who shows up early- which, they’ll all be military, it will probably be all of them.
“Ever played poker?”
Or
“Can I get you a drink?”
Or
“Can you grab that tray of implements for me?”
When everyone who’s arriving arrives, Hawk sets himself at the table, one of his surgical lights over top of the table to set the mood.
“Alright- this is poker, it’s a little game we like to play back on earth, because we like losing money. I’m gonna teach you five card draw, just to get us started. I’m going to deal each of you five cards. What you’re looking for is to have the highest hand at the end of the round, then you take the pot. Easy. Hands are ranked by how hard they are to do- if you get numbered cards in order and they’re all the same suit, that’s a straight flush. Then we go four of a kind, which is just that- four of the same number. Full house is if you have three of the same number and a pair of a different numbers in the same hand. Flush is if you have all your cards in the same suit. Then straight, which is by number order but not the same suit, three of a kind, two pair, one pair, and then if you have absolutely nothing we score it by your highest card.”
Hawkeye clears his throat, takes a sip of gin.
“I'll deal to start with, we all bet based on our hands and how confident we are that we’ll have the highest ranking hand, then we discard any cards we want and redraw back up to five. Then we place our final bets, and reveal our hands. You get lost at any point, just ask. Questions?”
Shittalking, chewing the fat, commiseration, and general socializing with Hawkeye during games goes under this header. Tls for your characters welcome in the comments.
DATE: March
LOCATION: Hawkeye’s clinic
SITUATION: Poker game (for veterans)
WARNINGS: Presumably discussion of conflict and ptsd
You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands
A notice goes up on the board, and Hawkeye sets up the clinic for the occasion. Obviously he’s not moving all his medical supplies out- at the back of his mind is always the possibility that something could happen that demands he put his doctor hat on again. Not choppers, but something.
But he sets up a table and chairs in the middle of the main room, with a stack of cards and some ‘chips’ (acorns, he went out and gathered some acorns, which he’s painted different colours). There’s a flask of his homemade gin, some finger food from the Oak and Iron, and he got a box of cigars for the occasion. Feels just like the conferences from home, only without sandwiches that move and Frank. So, y’know, infinitely better.
Prior to starting, while Hawkeye’s setting up, he’ll engage in some small talk with anyone who shows up early- which, they’ll all be military, it will probably be all of them.
“Ever played poker?”
Or
“Can I get you a drink?”
Or
“Can you grab that tray of implements for me?”
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
When everyone who’s arriving arrives, Hawk sets himself at the table, one of his surgical lights over top of the table to set the mood.
“Alright- this is poker, it’s a little game we like to play back on earth, because we like losing money. I’m gonna teach you five card draw, just to get us started. I’m going to deal each of you five cards. What you’re looking for is to have the highest hand at the end of the round, then you take the pot. Easy. Hands are ranked by how hard they are to do- if you get numbered cards in order and they’re all the same suit, that’s a straight flush. Then we go four of a kind, which is just that- four of the same number. Full house is if you have three of the same number and a pair of a different numbers in the same hand. Flush is if you have all your cards in the same suit. Then straight, which is by number order but not the same suit, three of a kind, two pair, one pair, and then if you have absolutely nothing we score it by your highest card.”
Hawkeye clears his throat, takes a sip of gin.
“I'll deal to start with, we all bet based on our hands and how confident we are that we’ll have the highest ranking hand, then we discard any cards we want and redraw back up to five. Then we place our final bets, and reveal our hands. You get lost at any point, just ask. Questions?”
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair
Shittalking, chewing the fat, commiseration, and general socializing with Hawkeye during games goes under this header. Tls for your characters welcome in the comments.
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"They'll plant an oak grove in your honor," he says, a lopsided smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Seriously, though. You got here a little after I did, right? How's the inn holding up with all of you there? Or did you move out already?"
He's pretty glad he missed the rush, really, but that doesn't mean it's not kind of his problem to help sort out, at least by his estimate. The ferry arrivals gotta stick together, and that means shouldering the burden when they cause problems too, however not-their-actual-fault those problems are.
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[Not here, peanut gallery]
"It's only so I can sell your kidneys, Father. They pay more if they've been sanctified with holy wine."
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"Good plan. I should probably get in the habit of swinging by after work to see if they have any extra odd jobs they need doing."
Leon's not good for a whole lot, by his own estimate, but he's strong, and inns and bars tend to have no shortage of heavy stuff that needs to be shuffled around.
"Hopefully all this extra traffic is at least good for business. I'll admit, I don't really get how all this works out with the town paying for our stays, but as long as everyone's being taken care of..." He shrugs. He's way the fuck too dumb to engage with economics on this level.
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"It may also be worth going straight to the Town Hall and asking where they could use help, too. I believe I read in the papers that the farmers are looking for help with the planting season. I imagine they're especially anxious to have enough growing after the last season's famine."
He idly stacks the acorn tops. "Perhaps you'll earn enough favor to take home a share of the harvest, too. It'll be the only job where getting paid in peanuts is good."
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Maybe three, if he can get in touch with Fever and figure out how to do the magic hand trick in a timely manner.
"'Course, I don't think I've ever grown anything edible in my life, so I'm not sure how useful I'm gonna be. Mom used to let me help water the houseplants when I lived at home, but that's about the end of it." Unless you count the times he's forgotten a potato or two in his cabinet and they started to sprout, but you shouldn't.
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Worst case scenario he messes up something important by doing it wrong, which admittedly would be kinda bad in the case of dealing with the food supply, but hopefully no one trusts him with anything that could go too wrong until he's got things figured out. And in any case, generally he's pretty good at following instructions if they're clear enough.
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Which is to say, go forth and talk to people! Which, granted, Leon's doing right now. His point stands. Something about beating plowshares.
wrap?
"Well said. I don't think I'm much the gardening type, but I'll see what I can't do to help out. Thanks for the encouragement."
He means it. Easy to get caught up in his own head about stuff like this, sometimes.
sure!
"Of course. Now, are you checking or raising?"