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[gwaine.livejournal.com]

Who: Gwaine and YOU
What: A medieval man in a casino. This can only end well.
When: Second day of Diwali, fuck yeah
Where: Ballroom-turned-casino

Sir Gwaine is going to punch Allen Walker.

The temperatures have taken a very noticeable downturn so wandering out shirtless is not a very good idea lately. However, neither does he want to stay in the house overlong. Gwaine + work ≠ happy and work is what Arthur has been piling on after the braining and kidnapping fiasco.

Unfortunately for him, the only clothes left in the house today were these. Or so Allen a little too cheerfully informed him before basically shoving the shirt over Gwaine's head.

Yep. Gwaine is going to punch Allen. But that'll have to wait. The foreign sound and lights of slot machines are doing a very good job of distracting him right now.

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[ino]

Ino was just wandering around the castle, interested to see if there were any changes to the castle from the day before. She wasn't sure how long this Diwali thing was supposed to last, but she didn't think she'd mind if it wanted to go on a little longer. The lanterns reminded her of a festival in Konoha, a little bit ... and she'd spent some time the day before making a rangoli of her family crest outside her door the day before. All in all, it seemed like a harmless event.

Of course, they never did seem to stay that way.

Either way, she poked her head into the ballroom when she heard some of the unusual sounds coming from the doorway, comfortably wrapped in a pretty purple sari. What was this, another game room ... ?

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

It shouldn't be too hard for her to spot Gwaine, sitting in front of one of the slots. Consider it a bonus of the garish colors.

He's depositing the money into the slot and then pressing buttons at random. When the dials start to spin, he visibly startles.

"How...?"

[ino]

Hey, their colors match! Kind of!

Either way, she knows someone who's confused as hell by technology when she sees one, so she decided to slink up behind him quietly (ninja stealth, it always comes in handy) and peer around him to see what he was doing.

"Having trouble?"

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

"Yah!"

That just makes him jump higher and go for the blade he keeps on him. His hand closes around the hilt before he places the voice.

"Ino." He exhales a surprised laugh, hair whipping out of his face as he turns around. Looking her over, he shoots her a rakish grin. "That has yet to be seen. But if you are trouble, I'll gladly suffer the consequences."

[ino]

She instinctually moves to stop him from pulling out the sword - after all, she's had her share of having a weapon pulled on her by others for real. It's not a forceful gesture, though - she just lets her fingertips brush against the hand on the hilt of his sword, and withdraws her hand as soon as she sees he's recognized her and isn't going to attack her. (She sort of doubts he could really get a hit in even if he drew his sword, but that's mostly just her ego talking ...)

She'll grin a little in return, lifting an eyebrow just a little. "Me, trouble? Never."

[lord-wizard.livejournal.com]

"Goodness, the castle never fails to think of something new," Felix mutters to himself as he wanders into the casino. He recognizes the card tables instantly. The games are different, of course - no Long Tiffany or Griffin and Pegasus here, as if he had much interest in such things. Actually, he was terrible at card games, although Mildmay...

Well, Mildmay could have made a fortune in this place. He was certain his brother could have easily tripled the caisos the castle had gifted him. The only thing was, he wouldn't do it. Not unless he had no choice.

A fond smile threatened as he passed by the card tables. He'd actually adorned on of his new outfits (http://picasaweb.google.com/110241551685119697213/FabulousGroomSherwanisCollectionSeries6001To6025#5557207204612781506). It was certainly a different style, but it surprisingly, it suited him rather well.

i regret nothing

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

Half-empty glass in hand, Gwaine steps back without looking, running straight into Felix.

"Ah, sorry, my friend." He steps forward again, glancing over his shoulder as he does so. The world suddenly goes into soft focus, time seemingly slowing down so you can catch every movement of Gwaine's hair as it is whipped away from his face. A smile is quirking up his lips, a ready alcohol-induced flush on his skin. His shirt is open at the top, revealing a collarbone that looks like it was molded by the gods themselves.

XD

[lord-wizard.livejournal.com]

This wasn't the worse person to run into, Felix quickly decided.

"No harm done," Felix replied with a huge smile, his eyes lingering on Gwaine's throat a moment or two longer than necessary, "I hope you didn't spill any of your drink."

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

Gwaine shakes his head and holds the glass up.

"Almost done." He grins. "But I appreciate the concern."

[huntersdaughter]

Jo has never been a fan of when the castle decides to play dress-up with the residents. Most of the time it involves layers of outfits that make her itch or sweat, and honestly she could do without the history lesson involved with how women back in the day weren't supposed to breath -- or have all their internal organs in the right places. The other thing to consider, on Jo's more personal side, is that the castle left her with scars across her midsection when she arrived. Some wounds never heal and, apparently, the castle opted to leave her with a reminder of just how she died.

Maybe it was the holiday or the thought that maybe she could learn about something new, or that it seemed like the castle had done something to cover her injury site with the saree it offered her, but she figured it woudn't kill her (she's already dead) to venture out in the outfit and see what sort of trouble she could get into.

She made sure to stay the night in the castle, not wanting to trudge through the leaves in the morning and got dressed in what was provided, as best she could. It did seem a bit excessive on the fabric, but she figured she wouldn't be the only one dressed like this.

Dressed and full of a bit more confidence than she figured is required for this outfit, she headed down to the casino to see what sort of money she could make. It might be one of the few times her loss won't ruin everything. She'd like to take advantage of it.

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

Gwaine is more than a bit intrigued and confused by all of this. If casinos can be overwhelming at times to a modern-day population, the effect is much more marked on someone who has never seen this much light inside a castle, even in day-lit summer. When he spots a familiar face, he strolls over.

"Jo!" He bows, never once taking his eyes off her face. "Either my eyes deceive me or you grow more beautiful every time I see you."

[huntersdaughter]

There is no denying the smile that Jo gets on her face when she sees Gwaine. Even with all the confusion and horrible awkward that happened when the castle kicked them out, he was still a really nice guy that she enjoyed talking to.

"I think your eyes are deceiving you. This thing can't be pulling that much overtime." Her hands gesture down to the saree that she's wearing, still trying to figure out how the hell anyone can do anything while holding half of it in her arm.

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head with a smile. "I hate to disagree with a lady, but in this matter I must. You are radiant."

[succubitch]

Considering some of the other changes the castle had sprung on them, Lilah couldn't be too upset about them. In fact, she rather liked the outfit that the castle had provided for her. At the very least, it seemed to know her sort of taste.

She felt right at home exploring the ballroom turned casino. She liked any sort of opportunity to feel important, to draw attention to herself. Besides, there was fun in games of chance. Especially if you could figure out how to work them.

She was currently wandering through, sipping at a mixed drink as she did so. If nothing else, this would provide for good opportunity to people watch, see who she should keep an eye on in the future.

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

Perhaps she might take pity on the poor, confused fool sitting in front of the slot machines and failing to figure out how they work? He'll be quite happy to lavish her with attention if she does and even if she doesn't. As it is, just by pressing random buttons, the slot rewards him with a hundred more than he'd put in—and from the looks of it he's about to give that money right back.

[succubitch]

"You know, most people cut their losses when they've already won that much," She muses with a smirk, watching him play. He clearly didn't seem to understand how it worked very much. It was pretty amusing, to say the very least.

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

He looks over at the voice. He grins at her.

"If only I knew how to stop." And play for that matter.

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Was Allen a bit pleased with himself? Yes, it would be fair to say that. He didn't think the prank he pulled was at all harmful. Just...amusing. He was sure if Gwaine had half the chance, he would have done the same thing.

But for now Allen could be found inside the casino, which grabbed his interest. He is currently watching a game of blackjack being played, run by the ghosts. Whether or not he's learning the rules or trying to figure out how to cheat, it's hard to say.

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

No. Gwaine would not. Gwaine would simply upend his extremely alcoholic to the extreme drink over Allen's head. And when Allen was a twitchy, unconscious heap on the floor possibly start worrying. But he's not quite annoyed enough to waste good alcohol. Rather, he'll just lounge over and throw an arm around Allen's shoulders. Because if he's going to be seen in public wearing such gaudy clothes, he'll make sure Allen is seen with him. He signals to the table with his drink.

"Know this game?"

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

He cringed a little in dislike when he felt Gwaine's arm around his shoulder, wishing he'd stop touching him. For someone who kept making snide remark about his relationship with Arthur, the man could learn about personal space. But he'll answer, while trying to make sure to be away from that drink in Gwaine's hands.

"I'm learning it now."

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

How does I personal space? He does not know how.

"Not from your time either?" He takes a sip, not noticing or simply ignoring Allen's discomfort. "What do you know about it?"

Shove him back to the slots, Allen, don't let him near the tables...

[jamesholmes.livejournal.com]

There is one thing James truly should not be allowed to do, and that is grow bored and wander into a casino. Why? Because boredom for the analytical genius in a casino meant cheating. As much as one could cheat with castle given money on a holiday of course...

Which was apparently quite a bit as he had managed to double his money in a short amount of time, and with his eyes presently locked on the cards before him he was really not paying attention to his surroundings. And dressed as he was (http://i.imgur.com/w4Qjz.jpg) he was hardly sticking out in the crowd except for that sizable pile of casio's near him as he concentrated on his game of blackjack.

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

Gwaine sees that pile and whistles appreciatively, grinning.

[jamesholmes.livejournal.com]

At hearing that whistle James glances over, stacking the coins up neatly again. "You see something you like sir?"

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

His grin is cheeky. "A man who knows how to win. What's not to like?"