[Nic was just minding his own business, poking around the game room, when this weirdo comes around. He stares at Nick for a long moment, before finally writing;]
[Well that strikes him as a bit weird with his limited, conceptual understanding of phonics but alright. He looks at Nick. Looks at the cards. He sees where this is going.]
[Poker!! Nic knows how to play and he's impossible to read. That'd make him a formidable opponent, but you know, he's not facing off against any normal poker player.
He also seems completely content playing in silence. Which is weird.]
[For whatever reason, Nic elected to play cards with Phoenix a second time!! It's fine. Either way, shortly after they've started playing, it's time for another one of those crazy memory shares!!!
Waking up sore and disoriented if not for the now familiar smell of smoke and antiseptic that defines Theo's clinic. Nina's sleeping in a chair next to his bed, her hand clutching his. So immpossibly small and fragile. It's terrifying, but only because he's long made the mistake of caring about this girl. Her sleeping face is so peaceful, and she deserves to be able to look that content all the time. He's long since decided he'll do whatever it takes to keep Nina, Theo, and their damn clinic safe. He can think of few things more important than that.
Worick wanders into his field of vision, inquiring after how he feels as if the answer isn't obvious. Nic's barely paying attention until his face hardens and he says, clear as day;
You make me use that "order" thing over and over again. Don't you, Mr. Twilight?
A complaint, maybe. Or just a tired observation. Nothing seeking an answer because they both already know it. And just as quickly, the memory fades out. And Nic simply frowns down at his cards wondering if maybe they can both pretend that didn't happen.]
[ this has already happened to phoenix a few times, but it's still weird and strange every time. there's a tug of familiarity however, when he sees the young girl sleeping in the chair. ]
[ unfortunately for nic, he's got no such luck. ]
Huh. Wouldn't have taken you for such a softie for kids... Mr. Twilight.
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week 2, wednesday
Hello there, fellow Nick.
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I thought your name was Phoenix?
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[ he's got a deck of cards! ]
What are you up to?
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Nothing. You looking for a game of cards?
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[ or... write and chat. ]
Ever play poker?
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Not much for conversation but I know how to play poker.
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[ then maybe talk... ]
You're fine with two decks?
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As long as you're not planning on using them to cheat.
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[ insert apollo justice cutscene here ]
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[He'll setting in for a game of cards either way!!]
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[ anyway it's happening they're playing poker ]
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He also seems completely content playing in silence. Which is weird.]
week 3, wednesday
Waking up sore and disoriented if not for the now familiar smell of smoke and antiseptic that defines Theo's clinic. Nina's sleeping in a chair next to his bed, her hand clutching his. So immpossibly small and fragile. It's terrifying, but only because he's long made the mistake of caring about this girl. Her sleeping face is so peaceful, and she deserves to be able to look that content all the time. He's long since decided he'll do whatever it takes to keep Nina, Theo, and their damn clinic safe. He can think of few things more important than that.
Worick wanders into his field of vision, inquiring after how he feels as if the answer isn't obvious. Nic's barely paying attention until his face hardens and he says, clear as day;
You make me use that "order" thing over and over again. Don't you, Mr. Twilight?
A complaint, maybe. Or just a tired observation. Nothing seeking an answer because they both already know it. And just as quickly, the memory fades out. And Nic simply frowns down at his cards wondering if maybe they can both pretend that didn't happen.]
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[ this has already happened to phoenix a few times, but it's still weird and strange every time. there's a tug of familiarity however, when he sees the young girl sleeping in the chair. ]
[ unfortunately for nic, he's got no such luck. ]
Huh. Wouldn't have taken you for such a softie for kids... Mr. Twilight.
[ gentle teasing ]
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Why shouldn't I be? Nina's a good girl.
[Defensive!!!!]