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[honeytoes]

[ Currently sat in the Death match bar is Gary. However rather then just sitting with a beer and overthinking on events at Paradisa and back home he's sat at a table in front of a large blackboard. He would have his feet on the table like an elderly frat boy but M was nice enough to let him set up here and she's pretty much his adoptive Director.

Garys golden rule...don't fuck with the Director.]

Alright ladies and gentleman...I think this totally needs to be said.

This place is fucking miserable.

Yeah I know hardly a world shattering revelation. But traditionally back home, or at least my home where there is misery there is also a chance for profit. It's the American dream...kind of.

So with that being said I'm proposing we make things a little more interesting around here...lets start up a betting pool on the first major castle wide incident that will hit us for this month

For those of you unfamiliar with the glamorous world of wagers. A betting pool is where a number of people put money into a pot and individually make a bet on a particular outcome. The more the gamblers the higher the prize.

In the event of no winner...full refunds will be given.

I know, I know...it's a little tasteless. But the way I see it we're going to get fucked anyway, who says we can't get a little enjoyment out of being stuck with little brats or transported in to space? Unless you like that sort of thing?

So if anybody wants to come on down to the Death match bar...sample a couple of drinks from the wonderful new owner and make a wager then show me what you got boys and girls!

[ OOC: Let me know if you want your character to win. It would be the first person to message me but essentially though this is all just for fun.]

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[bro_codebreaker]

[betting. nnnnngggggghhhhhh, Barney twitches. oh god betting. he shouldn't. he probably shouldn't. but wait, who is he kidding, he doesn't have a betting problem. just because Lily ... and Marshall ... and Ted ... and Robin ... and those Chinese guys at Atlantic City ... all told him he had a gambling problem? it totally doesn't mean he actually does. he can give it up any time. any old time he wants. so just one round.

besides, he's got the benefit of Crowley's old journal. he can look up everything this place has ever done and think up something new, since he's been told there aren't really many repeats.]

Awesome idea, Gary. What's our deadline for getting our bets in?

[honeytoes]

Until whenever the first event hits us...it could be tomorrow, it could be next week...who knows?

It's like E-bay...except there's no visible countdown, and you don't get outbid by one cent from some douchbag in Malaysia.

[bro_codebreaker]

Okay. What's the starting bet amount? Is there a cap, or an average, or anything else? I need details.

[honeytoes]

All good questions my man.

Bets are between ten and a hundred Caisos maximum. I know having a maximum is for pussies but I got to take a little responsibility for proceedings.

The new owner here is somebody I have a huge amount of respect for...besides she'd hand my ass to me if she thought I'd let shit get out of control.

Once a bet has been put in the pot that's it...no more bets and no backing out. Refunds will only be given in the event of there being no winner.

So are you in?

[bro_codebreaker]

Am I in. Please. Put me down for ten Caisos. I just need a little time to think on what I'm gonna put in.

[honeytoes]

Yeah alright! I knew I could count on you dude!

Get back to me whenever you're ready.

[bro_codebreaker]

[about an hour later] .... All the water comes out the taps as jello.

dictated

[rightchoices]

-- you're right, man. That is seriously fucked up.

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[honeytoes]

Are you tempted dude?

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[rightchoices]

No. No way. Seems like an easy way to give this place ideas.

dictated

[honeytoes]

It seems like it has enough ideas to begin with.

But should god forbid it comes back on me and Karma bites me in the ass then I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

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[rightchoices]

[ He snorts. ]

Sounds like a way of life.

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[honeytoes]

Well it worked for me...up to a point that is.

[mal_addict]

...You know what, why not? Might as well make some money out of my suffering.

[honeytoes]

[He claps his hands in a celebratory fashion.]

Alright that's the spirit.

I've already put twenty dollars on a world change. Because Gary "Stud muffin" Sitterson is a lot of things but he's never afraid to lead by example.

[mal_addict]

Oh please, a world change is such a blanket guess, at least try to be more inventive.

[bro_codebreaker]

She's right, dude, that's generic. It might have wings, but it's like a turkey: not gonna fly for long.

[honeytoes]

Ok ok... I'm altering it slightly to a foreign country world change.

Namely Japan.

[What can you say? Asia had been on his mind…because if it wasn't for them he wouldn't be in this goddamn castle.

No stop dwelling Gary...be positive now!]

So are you guys just going to bust my balls? Or are you going to put your money where your mouths are?

[mal_addict]

In my case that would be a foreign planet change.

[Yep, she is going to be pedantic about this, have fun with that]

dictated;

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike doesn't talk about past incidents on general principle, but his morbid curiosity acts up at the oddest times. Usually when he should be done with tempting fate.]

Is there a holiday coming up?

dictated;

[honeytoes]

Uhh I don't know...probably?

There's usually some half baked commercially created holiday that businesses want to shove down your throat somewhere.

Why do you ask?

dictated;

[gottaknockhard]

Those are usually the easiest times to guess.

dictated;

[honeytoes]

Sound logic.

So are you in?

dictated;

[gottaknockhard]

[Why not? He's been through it all, so he should have an advantage.]

Sure. I can come up with something.

dictated;

[honeytoes]

Well show me what you got stud..