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((Aaa! Floob! That's no good at all. Keep those fluids up! Small, slow sips -- if you don't you'll end up even more sick! Er... I'd give you a "get well soon" hug, but... er... you're sick. Bah! *Get-well-soon-hugs*

*Blushes* Thanks, Sayurie ^^

Thrudd: I think I know the cards... We used a pack to try to play Cripple Mr Onion, which requires eight suits. I forget what they're called, but the suits are determined by color, rather than symbol... right? ))

[Sorry I didn't warn anyone about my absence, I didn't really have a chance...]

Hewitt followed the card's swift path with his gaze, categorizing the information about the cards in a "Seemingly Trivial But Probably Not Entirely Useless" section of his memory.

He glanced up at Snap, trying to see if the man conveyed any of the undertones in his voice through his expression. Apparently not.

"I would like that, thank you." The corners of Hewitt's mouth twitched into a little smile, the kind that kids give you when they decide that you aren't as frightening as they thought.

Alastor, being right close to the lady speaking, nodded. He happilly followed orders from people he felt he could trust. He took a hand gun from his pocket, and laid his large, shotgun-like "Cannon" from his back, on to the nearby table. He then used one hand to point at his jacket, and asked her. "My main weapon is INSIDE this jacket, and I can't exactly...Remove it. Shall I leave the jacket here?" He asked, in a polite manner not shown before to any of his so called house mates. Mainly because he hadn't talked to any of them, though he, and most likely they, knew he wouldn't be too polite to them.

Hewitt hopped off the chair, and, having no weapons on his person, padded over in bare feet to join the small group already assembled near the door.

[Nothing much to say...plus I'm completely exhausted. x_x]

(OOC: Sorry. D: I forgot about this for a brief period of time.)

Arien looked over Nixie, the person she'd seen at the computer. She picked up the small weapon from it's holster, and threw it in her room, on her bed. If anyone stole it, oh well. They wouldn't be able to use it, anyway. Then she waited for instructions, feeling a bit tired, still.

Hewitt nodded and returned the smile at Nixie, then glanced down at his feet. "Oh yes. I usually don't, but I suppose it would be a good idea." He trotted back to his room, shutting the door behind him. His sandals lay next to the chair. They were mostly leather straps, and were made to wrap around the calves in order to stay on. Hewitt put them on quickly, then rejoined the group at the door.

"I am going to have to ask you to leave the cards as well. Maybe I am over-reacting, but that slice in the table does not fill me with confidence." She waited for him to either protest or comply.

At those words Snap only smiled. It was an unexpectedly surprising smile like that of an ebon Cheshire cat grinning at some joke only known to themselves. He smoothly reached into one of the pockets of his coat and withdrew the offending deck between index and forefinger and sent it spinning lightly towards Nixie.

With a neutral tone and a soft almost grey voice; "If you like, we could discuss the finer points of card play at your convenience at some latter date."

That said he doffed the coat onto the seat of the chair he had vacated leaving him in his high soft boots, multipocketed body suit complemented by the welders goggles and arm bracers all in a dull black. His body language seemed to emote quite acquiescence but Nixie was able to discern the more subtle message of Truce / Acknowledgement / Honoured Host. The action of removing the coat openly conveyed leaving behind an unspecified arsenel.

[when Nixie latter on inspects the cards she finds that the worst they could normally do is give someone a bad paper cut with a lot of trying. Seems the card trick was more for show to whomever was watching]

((yeah ... lets get this show on the road and get down and boogy ... just wait and see what I can do with chopsticks .... I know so many clice moves I scare me ... ))