Luck, if you've been a lady to begin with [OPEN]

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Luck, if you've been a lady to begin with [OPEN]

Who: Cheetara (

clericsdoitbest) and you.
What: Cheetara has been working security this month at The Lady Luck Casino. And you know that's got to be interesting.
When: Anytime this month.
Where: The Lady Luck Casino. Feel free to play around with this! Before or after her shift, maybe you're someone she's bouncing, whatever.
Warnings: I'll let you know when it happens.

There was gambling in Thundera, make no doubt about that. You didn't get a city as big as the city of the Thundercats and not have a few card sharks or slight of hand dealers out there, waiting to fleece others. By and large, the crown tolerated the more respectable ones in the marketplace. But Cheetara had had a few rounds of patrolling in the night that inevitably ended up with a confrontation with a few of the more shady sorts.

This place is pretty peaceful in comparison. And pretty high-tech. What part of the S.S. Thor wasn't high-tech for the cat though? Lion-O might have understood it backwards and forwards, Tygra might be a quick study in it but Cheetara? She was more of the nature sort.

Regardless, this is where she's working this month so don't be surprised if you spot the tall spotted cat milling about the casino itself, maybe poking a slot machine in her off hours even or bouncing you out if you're the one making trouble.

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He'd been wandering around for several days since the catastrophic blast on the planet. In fact, he wasn't even sure what had happened. All he knew, however, were that his fuel cells were getting low on power.

He needed to fuel up, but every time someone saw him, they ran? What was up with that?!

He pushes open the door to the casino in hopes that maybe that had some barrels of cola he could make use of. Unfortunately, as always, he was met with screams.

"OOOOI! WHAT'S WITH EVERYONE?!"

Cheetara's head jerks in the appropriate direction at the sound of screams. A refugee or two come running past her just to add to the mayhem, one of them babbling about a huge robot.

So that's what ends up leading her in Franky's direction, running the opposite way of the few fleeing, shrieking patrons. She dodges and weaves with little trouble, stopping a good bit from Franky regardless.

Her brows raise.

"... I think I understand now."

From the looks of it, he saw some action. The entirety of his face, as well as his torso, is blown away, revealing all of the stell plating and machinery beneath. He leans forward towards Cheetara, curiously.

"Ah? Understand what?"

"Why everyone is screaming."

She was a little unnerved herself. Clerics had to deal with a lot of problems in their line of work but it usually didn't include robots. She didn't even know what to call the man in front of her. Or... well, whatever he was.

"No offense but you do seem a little frightening."

"Aa?! Perverted?! Who are you calling perverted?!"

Despite the fact that he's only wearing a very badly burned speedo.

Kaiba had noticed the odd looking woman making the rounds around the casino, but it hadn't registered. People all over this ship looked ridiculous. Her makeup was no worse than the usual attendee at a Kaiba Corporation demonstration event. So he had ignored her easily, and eventually got caught up in the fairly monotonous job of cashing in chips.

Every so often, though, he would get one of these. A monstrously tentacled...thing stood in front of the cage protecting the cashier windows, gesturing angrily at the pile of chips it had deposited in front of him.

"These are all real. I just won these!" It burbled, sliding the pile forward again. Kaiba just stared at them impassively.

"Repeat yourself as many times as you like, it will not make them real. You didn't even bother to color this chip," he said, pulling a cardboard disk out of the pile. "At least put some effort into it before you waste my time."

"Refugee slime!" The alien spat. It reached forward with a tentacle, wrapping Kaiba's neck in a tight hold before he could push back from the window.

Kaiba grunted and tried to struggle against the alien's grip. One shaky hand dropped to his pocket, pulling a card from his deck. Without warning, he tossed it at the alien's arm. It cut deep, causing the alien to draw back with a screech. Kaiba fell back, out of reach of the angry customer. All of it just left the alien furious.

It was the commotion that drew her attention first, then the alien's angry screech. By and large, Cheetara had had no problems with the aliens really. Some here or there took an idea that they didn't care for her much but that didn't bother. A majority of them were fairly kind to her, perhaps because she didn't resemble most of the more human refugees.

There were always problem ones though, no matter what species. And the casino did seem to attract the worst of them. As Kaiba falls back and the alien grows angrier, suddenly there she is behind the alien. One minute not there and the next she just is, tapping on the creature's 'shoulder' ... if you could call it that.

"Back again?" This one she recognized, probably because of the mass of tentacles. It certainly liked it's fake chips. She tips her head, expression neutral. "You know the rules. No harassing the cashiers. And no passing off those fakes either."

"Get out of my way!" The alien howled as it reached toward her neck as well.

"It's too angry to bother reasoning with it now," Kaiba growled as he stumbled back to his feet.

"It seems like it," the cat replied with a bit of amusement in her tone. She hadn't imagined the alien would but it was policy to warn before you did anything. So she had warned.

The alien didn't manage to reach her neck before Cheetara ducked low, popped her staff out of it's holster at the small of her back, and extended it only enough to let her jam the end of the staff up under where the alien's lungs ought to be. With luck, there would be just enough power in the strike to knock the wind out of the alien and deflate some of that anger.

Smooth, fluid, easy. If she had a coin for all of the drills she went through for that very move, the cleric would have been able to build a castle better than the royal family's own.

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The tentacled alien was knocked back with a burbling grunt. Its arms flailed upwards as it stumbled, knocking the Duel Monsters card loose. Kaiba leaned over the counter and caught it mid-air between his fingers.

"Won it...fair and square.." The alien wheezed, trying one more time.

Cheetara gave a brief sigh before she tucked her staff back into it's holster and started strong-arming the alien to drag him out of the casino. It was easier with him wheezing and generally complaining, though the tentacles made the task a little trickier. Another scuffle broke out a few times between the cashier's station and the door of the casino, though the cat seemed to quell each with speed.

He was tossed out and told not to return, strong-armed by a few more security guards to enforce the point before the cat left. She came back to the cashier's station several long moments after leaving with the rowdy tentacled guest.

She walked back up to Kaiba's window, examining the pile of chips left behind before she glanced over the man himself. "You didn't get injured, did you?"

Knocking the wind out of him seemed to have worked well. Embarassed and struggling to catch its breath, the alien didn't do much more than flail its tentacles as Cheetara tossed him out. Whatever it may have grumbled at the guards at the front was lost as the doors shut behind it.

Kaiba had stopped watching it as soon as the alien was on the ground. He had more important things to do, like wiping the slime off his card before it destroyed the print. Thankfully, this one time he hadn't made a good draw. It was his Spear Dragon rather than a Blue Eyes White Dragon. The stuff was viscous enough to hold his attention until Cheetara actually addressed him.

Even then he only spared her one appraising look. "Does it look like it?" He remarked coolly. "You wasted too much time talking."

In answer to his cool remark, the cat merely raised her brows a bit. She didn't look perturbed or any such, mostly curious at his reaction. "Sorry about that, it's policy though." And thanks to years of training, Cheetara was bound and determined to follow whatever rules and policies were handed to her.

She swept the pile of real and fake chips into her hand with that, easily separating the two and leaving the pile of real ones behind. It was pitifully small next to the fakes and that amused her some.

"Policy of the casino, or policy of the ship?" The brunet remarked as he swept up the real chips behind the cage with one graceful motion of his hand. They were quickly sorted and placed back into their proper places before Kaiba shifted to record the transaction on his computer. The slow and woefully limited computer. He sneered every time he had to use it.

"Not that it matters," he murmured as he worked. "No one knows how to run a business efficiently around here."

Reid sat back, observing those around him. After having been banned from most of the casinos in Las Vegas, he found being in a casino where no one knew a nice change from being home.

Not that he really went to them much anyway before it happened. And it wasn't even that he cheated - it wasn't his fault his mind moved must faster then most people's or that he subconsciously put his mathematics prowess to use.

He didn't have any desire to play at the tables, however. Even if he had been on the ship for several months, he didn't want to cause trouble or even make some if he could help it. Maybe his team would be proud of the fact that he had managed to keep himself from getting in trouble.

If any of them arrived.

Sighing, he made his way towards the slots. At least this way, he was participating in the gambling and he could profile those around him as well.

At that moment, Cheetara was simply patrolling the casino. Checking for loitering, checking for people cheating, the usual. Not much had occurred that day beyond a few ruffians here and there.

When she came across Reid, it took her a brief second to place where she had seen him. Then she had to grin and ask as she paused nearby.

"Different job this month?"

Reid glanced up from where he was playing one of the slots and smiles slightly, recognizing her. It doesn't help that she came across one of the most humiliating jobs he had had. Ever.

"Yes, I'm teaching high school this month. How that happened, especially since I'm not exactly the best in situations like that. I'm pretty sure that back home, they'd send me on the recruitment talks because I was the only one on the team that was closest to their age."

Cheetara laughed a little. "I can't imagine what that's like. I know kittens are bad enough all grouped together. Teaching a class of alien children mixed together can't be simple."

She huffed a bit, "Particularly at that age."

"They think they know everything and are rather judgmental of each other." At least Reid had the excuse of knowing everything when he was in high school. Then again, he also had been several years younger then his peers.

"I never really thought I'd see myself back at a high school again, if not on a case. It's rather discerning, to be honest. My own high school years are ones that I'd rather forget."

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/cashier here, woo

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