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When's Mahvel? (Closed + Open)

Who: Sato and YOU! (+ Firo and Rey)
What: Come play the new arcade games!
Where: Rey's Speakeasy
When: Any time!
Warnings: Probably not???

CLOSED [Firo and Rey]

It's later in the day when the door to Rey's speakeasy gets pushed open and a familiar voice can be heard from the doorway behind the bulk of... a full-size arcade cabinet wedged partway inside?

"I think it's going to be a tight fit through the door. Maybe if we tip it a little. I hope Rey's around. She can give us a hand with getting it up the stairs."

OPEN [All takers!]

Although unadvertised, there are all kinds of unusual noises coming from upstairs at the Speakeasy these days, all the way from the tinny bleeps and bloops of old classics like Ms. Pacman to the loud and sustained gunfire of Killzone: Mercenary.

In fact, since he and Firo hauled the machine in here, Sato has been at the machine constantly. Most of the selectable games are ones he's played already -- from his old SD card or from the phone games others in the city had programmed -- but it's been months now since his Vita was broken, and it feels good to come back and revisit some old favorites. The only new game, added by the gods, is really not good at all: a man wandering around a box, while odd harp music plays.

Come up and find out what the noises are all about, or try your hand at a two-player game? Just try to ignore the blood on the one joystick; Sato may have wrapped his injured hand, but wounds that don't heal can get a bit messy over time.

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There's more than a little stubbornness in Firo's reply, "We got it this far already. We'll be fine a little farther." Just inside the speakeasy door, he shuffles back to allow some more space for the machine to tip. "If you let go from your side and let it fall a little, I'll catch it on mine."

Down in the cellar, Rey has been organizing inventory between the big kegs when she hears some thudding and voices from above. She ignores it at first, recognizing one of the voices to belong to Firo at least, so no big deal there.

That is, until she recognizes the second one.

Any hints of mars or bruises from their previous scuffle have since vanished from Rey's appearance. She doesn't heal like the two immortals do, but she is more than capable of putting herself back together after a scrape.

"What," Rey says flatly, ascending from the cellar stairway to catch sight of the two moving some large machine through the front door. "--is that?"

"Here goes -- oh, hello, Rey!" Sato calls out from the other end, tipping it Firo's way and, once he's sure the other fellow has it, shuffling his half awkwardly forwards through the door. Awkwardly, that is, because his right-handed grip isn't too good, and so he's having to use his arm and elbow to hold his end steady, only really hanging on with one hand proper. There's a couple smears of blood on the edge, but he figures those can be wiped off easily enough after.

"It's an arcade cabinet. I'm looking forward to seeing what the gods put on for games. Here, if you grab this corner, it'll make it easier to get up the stairs," he suggests. "Although I'm sure you could lift it all on your own."

Rey doesn't sound as enthused as Firo'd hoped, though not as appalled as he'd worried. Firo pauses and cranes his neck to look over where Rey's voice is coming from; his voice is sheepish when he replies, "Thought it might bring in some more people. What do you think?"

Unless Sato has gone through the effort to appear physically injured, Rey is going to have the settle that something weird is happening with him. If she didn't have other immediate concerns in mind, she'd ask. As it is...

"Arcade...?" Shit, those things are damn old, though probably not by Sato's standards, and totally unheard of by Firo's. "Guess it should be fine, if it's going up the stairs."

There are worst things Sato could be dragging in through the door.

Still, she can't believe she's actually moving forward to take the edge as they make their way to the upward stairs. "It a bit bulky to be carried by one person," Rey points out, though Sato might be correct if she could carry the damned thing the right way...

Sato eases away from the one corner -- doing one end one-handed is really a bit of a hassle -- and lets Rey take a good part of the weight.

"See, Firo. I told you I'd be fine," he remarks as they all start to shuffle the thing up the stairs. "No hard feelings for what happened, I hope, Rey? The gods and their events really cause a lot of trouble around here, but I think we're all used to that by now."

Firo stops in the middle of their hike. "Wait, something happened between you two?"

If there weren't an arcade machine in the way, he'd be shooting Sato a dirty look. But isn't his own fault for not asking Rey first? When isn't Sato going to be up to something?

And Rey just takes on the majority of that weight, because we're doing this now. This is a thing that is happening. Okay.

"It's nothing. Doesn't matter now," she says immediately. In Firo's defense, most of the evidence from her last encounter with Sato has healed over, giving little reason for comment. Dealing with Nick fretting over her and Firo's involvement with an immortal lunatic was bad enough, though. "Let's just get this thing upstairs."

"Up we go," Sato agrees, and between the three of them, they get the thing wrangled up the stairs and propped up against a wall.

Although it's not unusual for Sato to be smiling, he still seems quite pleased with the new acquisition, standing back to get a good look at it. "Good, good. I was beginning to think I'd never have anything here except those terribly old phone games!" he remarks.

Firo bites his lip and keeps quiet as they finish placing the machine. Rey doesn't seem to want to talk about it, so he'll have to ask later when they're alone.

He snorts at Sato's announcement. "What a shame for you."

He has to admit that it looks pretty interesting, despite the blase skepticism he wants to project. After a moment of consideration, he steps closer and pushes whichever button is the brightest and most eyecatching.

Grateful that Firo lets the subject go for now, Rey resumes hoisting the arcade machine up the stairs. There's little strain in the effort, more encumbered by the awkward size than anything else. So it's a relief once she's free of that and sets the damn thing up against the wall.

Afterwards, she sends Sato a sidelong look as Firo starts hitting buttons.

"And which god did you have to strike a deal for this thing?"

Because something tells her that they didn't provide an arcade machine like this out of the goodness of their heart.

Sato doesn't mind Firo stepping up first. The fellow should learn more about games, after all!

"I'd asked Delight some time ago, but I thought with her and Rage leaving soon, it could be now or never," he replies to Rey conversationally. "So with everything that happened lately, we managed to work things out. I think Rage really did owe me one, after all."

Firo manages to tear his eyes off the mysterious buttons and gadgets long enoguh to tune into the conversation.

"For what?" Or should he say 'for which thing?' because he wouldn't be surprised if Sato had a lot of rage-inducing stuff going on.

Though Rey is no stranger to video games, she can't say that she's ever seen a working arcade before.

She casts Sato a sidelong look at his reply, Firo already speaking the query and the answer already on Rey's mind, but doesn't want to confirm what she suspects. While she had no liking for Shadow, there would be many people who'd take issue with the method in which this machine was attained.

"Lucky you," she mutters under her breath.

[Prussia was just on his way by, not planning on stopping in yet... until he heard that siren song of video game tunes. He turns back and throws the door open, and runs up the stairs until he's stopped dead by the awesome sight of the arcade cabinets. His eyes widen in disbelief for a moment before he breaks out into a huge, genuine smile.]

It happened! You did it! We did it!

[Sato glances up and... oh, right, this fellow. Despite being nominally from the Guard, he doesn't really seem like he actually wants to fight. At least, not yet.

And, possibly, might be easy to talk into a game or two.]

The gods came through for us this time. Care for a match?

[Prussia's a Guard, sure. But as far as making friends goes, video games > Guards.]

Of course I do! Damn, I thought we'd be lucky to just get one cabinet. Did Delight do this?

[The gods just went up several pegs for him.]

She seemed like the right one to go to.

[No point in risking getting the guy upset that Rage had a hand in it too. He doesn't need to know.]

There's only one new game, unfortunately, and I think they made it from scratch. It's terrible.

[Prussia would actually be pleasantly surprised to hear that about Rage, actually. The idea of the gods making their own video game was pretty funny, though. He laughs at the idea.]

Wow, seriously? Which one?

[He looks around at the titles until he spots the one he definitely doesn't recognize and runs up to it. The sample screen isn't very encouraging.]

... the hell is this?

They don't really get it, do they? It doesn't get any better, I'm afraid.

Oh well! There's some old favorites on here still. What do you think about Killzone? Or maybe co-op Spelunker?

Ha! Nice try, gods. Maybe next time they should consult with us first.

[So much good stuff! Where should they start?!]

I think Killzone sounds amazing right now. And then Spelunker. And then-- everything else.

[Good luck getting rid of him now!]

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