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route_10652013-01-02 11:12 pm
likewatson) wrote in route_10652013-01-02 11:12 pm
let's start the new year right
Who: Harry Truman, Dale Cooper, Carmen Sandiego, Albert Rosenfield, Gordon Cole
Where: Celadon
When: December 31 through January 1
Summary: Bidding farewell to 2012 in style with shenanigans!
Rating: Probably no higher than PG
Log:
Harry hadn't intended to set the gears in motion for a grand New Year's Eve plan just by asking if one existed, but that's what happened anyway. The initial answer was no, not really; the final answer, after a stunningly short amount of time in Cooper and Carmen's company, was that they'd fly over to Celadon to bid the year good riddance by way of having a damn fine time gambling and partying and whatever the hell else. Since that sounded infinitely more appealing than going to bed early after another sad song session up in his room alone, Harry agreed instantly. Gordon would have responded just as quickly if Cooper didn't have to repeat the invitation four times, but eventually, he said yes, too.
Three guesses as to how long it took before Albert finally agreed to go.
One freezing, four-hour flight later, mid-afternoon finds them in the kaleidoscopic city of Celadon. Everyone's gearing up for the impending celebration, it seems: the casino's already crowded, the department store's nothing short of packed with people seeking out end-of-the-year sales, and only luck can be credited with those few rooms at the hotel opening up just as the call from Saffron came in – and what a hotel it is. Harry's never seen anything quite like it in real life. In fact, the tragically small town-focused part of him kind of doubted anything that extravagant existed outside of a Hollywood sound stage or, you know, Paris or something. It's nice to learn how wrong you are, sometimes.
As the sun begins its descent, the city collectively roars into party mode. A few premature fireworks go off from the condominiums' balconies, and if he really strains to listen, Harry swears he can already hear the popping of champagne corks over the faint beat of muffled music coming from who knows where. It's then that he begins to wonder if this was such a good idea after all; sure, the thought of getting out of the house for a while was nice, especially after the whirlwind that was Christmas, but this seems like a new beast altogether.
Except then he's being whisked past the casino doors and there isn't really time to protest, and he can't tell if it's Coop or a stranger that tells him to loosen up and have a little fun, but he figures it's New Year's Eve, so why the hell not.
And there you have the tagline for the night.
Where: Celadon
When: December 31 through January 1
Summary: Bidding farewell to 2012 in style with shenanigans!
Rating: Probably no higher than PG
Log:
Harry hadn't intended to set the gears in motion for a grand New Year's Eve plan just by asking if one existed, but that's what happened anyway. The initial answer was no, not really; the final answer, after a stunningly short amount of time in Cooper and Carmen's company, was that they'd fly over to Celadon to bid the year good riddance by way of having a damn fine time gambling and partying and whatever the hell else. Since that sounded infinitely more appealing than going to bed early after another sad song session up in his room alone, Harry agreed instantly. Gordon would have responded just as quickly if Cooper didn't have to repeat the invitation four times, but eventually, he said yes, too.
Three guesses as to how long it took before Albert finally agreed to go.
One freezing, four-hour flight later, mid-afternoon finds them in the kaleidoscopic city of Celadon. Everyone's gearing up for the impending celebration, it seems: the casino's already crowded, the department store's nothing short of packed with people seeking out end-of-the-year sales, and only luck can be credited with those few rooms at the hotel opening up just as the call from Saffron came in – and what a hotel it is. Harry's never seen anything quite like it in real life. In fact, the tragically small town-focused part of him kind of doubted anything that extravagant existed outside of a Hollywood sound stage or, you know, Paris or something. It's nice to learn how wrong you are, sometimes.
As the sun begins its descent, the city collectively roars into party mode. A few premature fireworks go off from the condominiums' balconies, and if he really strains to listen, Harry swears he can already hear the popping of champagne corks over the faint beat of muffled music coming from who knows where. It's then that he begins to wonder if this was such a good idea after all; sure, the thought of getting out of the house for a while was nice, especially after the whirlwind that was Christmas, but this seems like a new beast altogether.
Except then he's being whisked past the casino doors and there isn't really time to protest, and he can't tell if it's Coop or a stranger that tells him to loosen up and have a little fun, but he figures it's New Year's Eve, so why the hell not.
And there you have the tagline for the night.
GAME CORNER/CASINO;
(It also helps, perhaps, that it's Celadon in particular, and that means the Kanto branch of the Breeding Center is here, full of memories of Kiki and all.)
As it is, the city is much too big to see the whole thing before it's time for their rendezvous, but she manages to cover a fair amount of it, and she's not without her spoils to show for it — one of which happens to be the floor-length red dress she's wearing when she and the boys hit the doors of the casino. Her companions have all got their swagger engaged; far be it from her to not follow suit. Pun intended.
Once inside, she'll be spending her evening drifting from game to game, trying her hand at each of them before ultimately settling on blackjack as her night's game of choice.
What can she say? It's fun to watch the high rollers.]
Game Corner | Voltorb Flip tables
And so far, somehow, he was doing okay. He wouldn’t be winning a Porygon any time soon, but he was managing to get past the first two levels on a fairly regular basis. This round happened to go pretty well, and he was about to yell for one of the others to come over and see, but then the next card was a Voltorb.
Gordon’s surprise can probably be heard by anyone near the Voltorb Flip tables and maybe a bit further throughout the Game Corner than that since there’s a rather loud yell of “I CAN’T BELIEVE IT WAS THAT CARD. I THOUGHT IT WAS SOMEWHERE ELSE.” following his loss.
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Even if Harry had been across the room when Gordon lost, he'd have heard that one. But he was, in fact, right there, watching the game with slightly puzzled interest.
Have a friendly clap on the shoulder for your efforts, man.
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“GOOD LUCK? THANKS HARRY, THINK I COULD USE SOME.”
At least he thinks Harry was wishing him luck. Either that or it was something about a tough duck. But Gordon didn’t consider the latter too likely. As far as he knew there weren’t any ducks battling in the Game Corner this evening. Knowing how things worked in this world, it wasn’t entirely out of the question though.
“HAVE YOU TRIED THIS GAME? I’VE NEVER REALLY PLAYED ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE.”
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But, we digress.
"Nope. NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE IT. WANNA GIVE IT ANOTHER GO? WE CAN TAG-TEAM."
He's watched a few rounds of play by now and is pretty sure he understands how it works. Maybe.
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“DID YOU WANT TO TRY IT? THERE’S AN OPEN SEAT OVER HERE.”
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Oh, Chief.
"THANKS. HOW WELL ARE YOU DOING? I JUST CAME OVER A FEW MINUTES AGO — I'VE BEEN AT THE SLOTS."
(And doing pretty well for himself, except then he blew a bunch of it. And then won it back. This will be the trend for the night.)
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It’s also pretty convenient that the game doesn’t cost money to play, meaning that anyone can afford to get the hang of it without having to worry about going bankrupt at the table. And Gordon was more than willing to explain that and the other rules if needed, but he wanted to ask a question first.
“HOW HAVE YOU BEEN DOING? HAVE YOU TRIED THE SLOTS YET?”
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"YEAH. IT'S BEEN AN UP AND DOWN NIGHT. HOW ABOUT YOU?"
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Gordon frowns for a moment, guessing that Harry didn’t hear his question over the noise of the casino. Which was perfectly understandable since it is pretty loud in there. He’ll ask again, louder this time, in the hopes of getting a response. If that doesn’t work, he’s not sure what to do. He left the megaphone from Carmen in Saffron, so using that isn’t an option tonight.
“I ASKED HOW YOU’VE BEEN DOING SO FAR.”
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Talk about small blessings.
Harry's going to take a page out of Cooper's book and flash Gordon a thumbs-up. You can't go wrong with universal symbols, right? (Unless the thumbs-up is actually an insult in another country, but Harry wouldn't know.)
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“GLAD TO HEAR YOU’RE DOING WELL, SHERIFF. DO YOU WANT ME TO EXPLAIN THE RULES OF THIS ONE? THEY’RE PRETTY SIMPLE ACTUALLY.”
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Cue a nod as he looks at the table. "YEAH, IF YOU WOULDN'T MIND."
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During the explanation, Gordon was looking at the table, pointing at the various tiles. Now that he’s done though, he’ll glance up at Harry to see if everything was understood.
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"I THINK I'VE GOT IT," he says, flashing another thumbs-up.
So he gives it a try, and loses within four flips.
"...huh."