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[In the kitchen here we have a Luxord. Or is it Dulor? Or maybe someone entirely new? Who knows? who can really tell?

At the moment he's playing solitaire. No round lasting longer than a minute before he shuffles, redeals, and plays again. Whether he's trying to get faster, or simply keeping his hands busy- it could be both or maybe neither, does it really matter? Maybe he's really bad at it and keeps stalemating in under a minute? Or the maybe the reverse?

Oh, all these possibly motives and lack ofs for you to contemplate when it looks like there was a fight here. Or maybe just a serious case of knife fail. As I said, who can tell? Someone started cleaning up at least.]

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[ Originally, Xigbar was going to the kitchen for a little snack (Nobodies didn't need to eat, but she wanted to). There was the want to nab the jar of maraschino cherries she saw last week, and maybe take it back to her room so she can keep it as a stash.

The first thing she noticed was the blood in the area. The assumption was the obvious: A fight to the death. With the many people in the dressing room (Terra's, Larxene's, Vanitas' were just one of the top three) -- and then she then noticed one of her favorite people: A Luxord.

Not the one she knew, but the gamblers were always an interesting bunch.

A whistle was heard, sending out a signal as she raised her hand to wave towards the other. Hello, hello. ]

[ Perhaps not quite that much blood, but blood none the less.

He looks up at the sound, his hands not slowing or fumbling in the slightest at the interruption. Offering a smile in greeting because waving would require stopping the game.

He knows her, or maybe it was a him he knew- but the female shape isn't surprising him so maybe the former, but as I said, and will say many times, who can really tell?]

[ Xigbar decided to take that smile as an invitation, taking three steps closer as she grabbed a nearby chair.

She would appear right infront of the table as she took the fourth step, and then took a seat, crossing her legs. ] How's the game?

[Well, he's certainly not rejecting the interpretation.]

Could be more interesting.

[And just for the sharp of eyes the cards seem to have multiplied as the game morphs in to something more complex but still played as fast as the previous game.]

Shall I deal you in?

[ She doesn't answer yet, removing her right glove to reveal that hand of hers -- it disappeared just as quick when she dipped it inside a wormhole. A moment later, she pulled her hand back out, cherry in between two fingers. ]

Totally. Haven't played your games for a while, you know.

[ Xigbar ate it. ]

[ So, gathering the cards to one pile of two decks then shuffling. Starting tricky and shifting to basic to 'prove' the shuffle.

Then deals Texas Hold 'em for three people rather than two. He'll probably change the game in one or two rounds, but for now, enjoy your worst hand ever™]

[ It's always the worst hand ever for her, no kidding. She kept up her typical poker face, though, arranging those terrible cards she has in hand. ]

You look new. [ Adjusting... ]

New is entirely a matter of perspective.

[And he isn't even going to look at the cards in the third hand, just dump one and add one and gesture to indicate Xigbar's move as the dealer typically goes last.]

[Xigbar's a bit too big to fit in through the door properly, but the scent of blood catches his attention all the same. It's bred in, you see.

So have a dragon sticking as much of his head and neck through the door as will fit.]

[Unfortunately there's not much excitement to show for it, or at least, the excitement has already past unless one enjoys a fondness for fancy card tricks.

Either unsurprised or brilliant at masking it, not even a twitch of adverse reaction or a falter in the cards at what should be a startling sight when he glances up.

Depending entirely on the quality of senses it may be quite apparent something is not right with him or not apparent at all with the effort put into fooling senses. Not to say that he poses a danger... but there are always curiosities for thought.]

You don't strike me much the sort for cards.

[He shrugs, but most of the motion takes place on the the other side of the door. For all he know he might be.]

Never really tried it.

I'd suggest giving it a try but finding card of a suitable size may be tricky.

Though likely available given the nature of the environment.

You really think so?

[His interest, it is piqued.]

This place is made of possibilities, be it compounds that heal wounds, an alternate dimension, time travel, shape shifters or an endlessly refreshing food supply.

Thousands of people with the same face or name, and no two quite exactly the same despite being the same person.

Large playing cards don't seem exceptionally extraordinary to warrant not being included in those possibilities.

[There's a rumble that might have been a laugh.]

Fair enough.

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