Real, as in, it should be staying on a map for a while. Well, ya did it and I couldn’t be prouder! Y’all restored balance to a town that was stuck between Papa and that awful Robert Baron. What does that mean for me, and for Parare city?
Well, I ain’t quite sure about that. Scott is a very sweet guy and I was wrong to distrust him. He asked me to go out and see the world, which I have always wanted to do! And I want to be with him as well. But… Parare's new mayor is now pretty far away. I keep thinking I should do something to help out. You know, keep someone a bit closer to home. I'm not sure what I could do though, perhaps it will come to me if I go explore the world a while.
Thank you everyone for all of your help!
Friday, March 9, 2007
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
Well, this is it.
The game is about to start, and I recon it will go until midnight EST, unless you beat that snake in the grass Lucky Jack first. Good luck to you, and back luck to him!
Saturday, March 3, 2007
Oh Papa, now we might never get out of this town!
They’ve kidnapped my Papa, those penny-pinching bunko-artists. And that woman, sidling up to Scott and scoping out Papa’s mansion. Oh, I could just scream! And now, if things weren’t bad enough already, that stupid poker chip is threatening to destroy Parare! I wanted to leave Parare just for a little while, or at least find some friends on the outside world, but I never wanted Parare to disappear!
But maybe we still have a chance. I don’t know why, but I think I’m still connected to that evil little poker chip. Lucky, indeed! Last night I dreamed, and of that big plateau and the poker table. That awful stranger, the one asking about champions and such, he was sitting there playing a game against Robert Baron. Baron was cussing up a storm but the other man just sat there, smiled, and put down his hand. A royal flush! He said, “I’ve got nothing but good luck, Robert Baron. Neither your friends nor your enemies can hurt me.”
All the good luck. What if we could give him bad luck? You showed him your luck before, and he gave luck to you. What if we showed him bad luck? Please, show me all the bad luck you can find. It might be our only hope to knock that chip down a peg or two!
Oh, and Scott came to my room last night, after all the fuss, and wearing such a hang-dog expression on his face. He said that he was awful sorry for what’s happened between us. Now, I must admit that I wanted to punch him in his mouth for all that he’s put me through, but the he looked up and said that he’d make it all right! He said he was sure that there was a way to get Papa out from under the heel of the IRS. Then he ran off before I could say a word.
I’m not sure how I feel about him now, but I can only pray that he’s a better accountant than he is a poker player.
But maybe we still have a chance. I don’t know why, but I think I’m still connected to that evil little poker chip. Lucky, indeed! Last night I dreamed, and of that big plateau and the poker table. That awful stranger, the one asking about champions and such, he was sitting there playing a game against Robert Baron. Baron was cussing up a storm but the other man just sat there, smiled, and put down his hand. A royal flush! He said, “I’ve got nothing but good luck, Robert Baron. Neither your friends nor your enemies can hurt me.”
All the good luck. What if we could give him bad luck? You showed him your luck before, and he gave luck to you. What if we showed him bad luck? Please, show me all the bad luck you can find. It might be our only hope to knock that chip down a peg or two!
Oh, and Scott came to my room last night, after all the fuss, and wearing such a hang-dog expression on his face. He said that he was awful sorry for what’s happened between us. Now, I must admit that I wanted to punch him in his mouth for all that he’s put me through, but the he looked up and said that he’d make it all right! He said he was sure that there was a way to get Papa out from under the heel of the IRS. Then he ran off before I could say a word.
I’m not sure how I feel about him now, but I can only pray that he’s a better accountant than he is a poker player.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Gone to see the world.
Well that’s it, I’m tired of this town and every two-bit four-flusher in it. I am especially tired of my pa telling me I can’t go see the world. If you are a friend to me and LJ, drop me a line and I will get back to you after I’ve had an adventure or two.
Ciao
Mabel
Ciao
Mabel
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Just in the nick o' time!
I snuck up to "Scott's" bathroom tonight and put together a card tower with the dead man's hand at the top. I figured it was now or never, because I heard some people complaining about the out of order bathroom on the second floor. Maintenance around these parts is slow but I knew they'd get up there eventually. It was nerve wracking and the tower fell apart several times, but I felt something blow past me when it was complete, like a sweet spring wind. Yeehaw! I high tailed it away just in the nick of time as Scott came out of the bathroom for the last time. Poor boy looked powerful confused, but it looks like everything's okay and the game can continue! I just hope that dang chip doesn't go haywire on us again.
Friday, February 16, 2007
I never expected that!
I thought papa’s poker chip, the chip that put him in the mayor’s seat (if his journal has the straight story) would give Scott enough luck to advance in the tournament. Instead, it put him in no fit state to compete!
Like I said before, I snatched the chip from its hiding place in the Lucky Jack room. I didn’t want to get too close to Scott, he still gives me the stink-eye whenever he sees me and won’t talk to me. I’ve always been good at getting a flipped coin to go right where I aim it. I flicked it right at his back pocket but as it sailed through the air the chip turned all sorts of funny colors. It went right where I sent it, but it seemed to hit poor Scott something fierce. It’s like he got lassoed onto a bucking bronco of time!
He was coming out of the toilet, you see, and now he walks two steps out of the bathroom and then seems to “rewind” back into that room. There’s a pause and then he opens the door and does it again. It’s always the same, right down to the toilet paper stuck to the bottom of his shoe! Luckily the sawbones lives nearby. I was able to persuade him to let me borrow a privacy curtain and fixed it up in front of the bathroom with an “out of order” sign. At first I thought that would be enough, but doubt settled in… What if Robert Baron himself peeked behind that curtain? I’m not proud of this, but I spied a firehose one floor down, and I turned it on. No one noticed what was happening until the water started to spill in the playing area. I quite flooded the bottom floor, and now they have to postpone the game for a few days until they dry the place out. Everyone evacuated so I don’t think anyone will be exploring up there… but that doesn’t save Scott!
I don’t have anyone to turn to so I tried to grab the coin out of Scott’s pocket. I couldn’t do it! I felt like I was pressing against glass, and I saw something. It was all hazy, like I was watching a half-tuned television station, and I saw a man’s hand holding up all five fingers spread wide and then I heard the same voice that spoke to me when I tried to pull the chip out of its hiding place!
“I am confused. Create order from chaos!” It told me. I think I need to show it something, but I’m not sure what! Can someone tell me, or better yet, give me something to show it?
Like I said before, I snatched the chip from its hiding place in the Lucky Jack room. I didn’t want to get too close to Scott, he still gives me the stink-eye whenever he sees me and won’t talk to me. I’ve always been good at getting a flipped coin to go right where I aim it. I flicked it right at his back pocket but as it sailed through the air the chip turned all sorts of funny colors. It went right where I sent it, but it seemed to hit poor Scott something fierce. It’s like he got lassoed onto a bucking bronco of time!
He was coming out of the toilet, you see, and now he walks two steps out of the bathroom and then seems to “rewind” back into that room. There’s a pause and then he opens the door and does it again. It’s always the same, right down to the toilet paper stuck to the bottom of his shoe! Luckily the sawbones lives nearby. I was able to persuade him to let me borrow a privacy curtain and fixed it up in front of the bathroom with an “out of order” sign. At first I thought that would be enough, but doubt settled in… What if Robert Baron himself peeked behind that curtain? I’m not proud of this, but I spied a firehose one floor down, and I turned it on. No one noticed what was happening until the water started to spill in the playing area. I quite flooded the bottom floor, and now they have to postpone the game for a few days until they dry the place out. Everyone evacuated so I don’t think anyone will be exploring up there… but that doesn’t save Scott!
I don’t have anyone to turn to so I tried to grab the coin out of Scott’s pocket. I couldn’t do it! I felt like I was pressing against glass, and I saw something. It was all hazy, like I was watching a half-tuned television station, and I saw a man’s hand holding up all five fingers spread wide and then I heard the same voice that spoke to me when I tried to pull the chip out of its hiding place!
“I am confused. Create order from chaos!” It told me. I think I need to show it something, but I’m not sure what! Can someone tell me, or better yet, give me something to show it?
I have the chip.
Thank you all kindly for helping me find it. Once I knew it was in the Lucky Jack room I quickly found it. It’s good to know that papa has a fondness for using loose floorboards to hide things. I must say, picking it up was a queer affair. At first I couldn’t. I could see that little hundred dollar chip down under the floor, but a powerful strange feeling stole over me when I reached down to pick it up. I heard a voice in my head, clear as day.
“Show me Lucky Jack.”
Well… who doesn’t know who lucky Jack is? That’s papa, that’s what the man called him after he won his first big game that started us on the road to Parare! Lucky Mabel, there was a picture of papa on the wall. (I s’pose the room was themed for couples who like to be watched by famous poker players? Sometimes I think Ben is a mite touched.) I waved the picture over the chip, because what else is a girl to do? I heard that voice again.
“Lucky Jack!”
And then I remembered the real the story. Papa likes to tell people that McCall called him “Lucky Jack!” because he drew the jack needed to end a straight flush. That’s a little bit of a fib on his part. McCall was bluffing, and he really said “You’re lucky king my stayed buried in the deck, Jack!” He was bluffing four of a kind, and daddy had a full house! I dipped into my lucky pack of cards. I really wanted Scott to have it, but some things are not to be. I pulled out the missing king, spades, and put it up against the picture.
I felt something move in the air in front of me, and I knew then I could pick up the chip. I’ve got it, now, and there is definitely something odd about it. Now I just have to slip it to Scott before the game at five and he should be fine.
“Show me Lucky Jack.”
Well… who doesn’t know who lucky Jack is? That’s papa, that’s what the man called him after he won his first big game that started us on the road to Parare! Lucky Mabel, there was a picture of papa on the wall. (I s’pose the room was themed for couples who like to be watched by famous poker players? Sometimes I think Ben is a mite touched.) I waved the picture over the chip, because what else is a girl to do? I heard that voice again.
“Lucky Jack!”
And then I remembered the real the story. Papa likes to tell people that McCall called him “Lucky Jack!” because he drew the jack needed to end a straight flush. That’s a little bit of a fib on his part. McCall was bluffing, and he really said “You’re lucky king my stayed buried in the deck, Jack!” He was bluffing four of a kind, and daddy had a full house! I dipped into my lucky pack of cards. I really wanted Scott to have it, but some things are not to be. I pulled out the missing king, spades, and put it up against the picture.
I felt something move in the air in front of me, and I knew then I could pick up the chip. I’ve got it, now, and there is definitely something odd about it. Now I just have to slip it to Scott before the game at five and he should be fine.
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