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He grabs a nearby chair, ready to sit down and watch your game of Mahjong. The three T-Corpers are clearly not too happy about this but when they see you placing down your $400, they immediately shut up.
"Hey, Quinny. Feel free to watch." You try your absolute best to put up an air of confidence despite the fact you have never played this game before.
Quentin immediately smells through your disguise. "Would've been better if I was the one playing." His voice is fluid and natural now, unlike the usual monotone he has.
"Ahah~! You see, I'm an expert, watch!" You pause. "Wait you've played this before?"
"In my spare time. When I'm not scavenging for new parts."
Everyone begins to push their tiles into the center of the table, including you. Seems like the table here has an automatic shuffler or sorter to dispense tiles. A few piles of tiles are placed up and you're given 13 tiles. You flip it over and...you have no idea what any of these symbols mean. Or how to play.
One of the players draws a tile and discards one. Another does the same. That tile seems to cause another player to shout 'PON!', which causes him to discard two tiles. Each of them have the same symbol on them.
Hm. You just have to intuit what's going on. You discard a tile at random. One of the other players furrows his brow in annoyance. <<span class="mu-b">'If it was only a 2 Pin.'</span>> You turn your attention over to Quentin while you wait for your turn to go around.
"So. How's the new body?"
Quentin leans back in his chair, kicking his feet as he watches the game proceed. "It's been doing good. FAR beTTEr than the other shells I use. I think I might keep this one."
"Well hey, that's good! It does look nice on you, you know? Even if it's one of them." You discard another tile as soon as your turn comes up.
"Indeed. Good hand." He whispers to you. If only you knew what he meant. "I almost feel human. It hurts. A lot." He flexes his worn and bruised fingers. "Is this what you feel all the time, Nicole?"
"Well, if you mean I'm constantly hurting, well, sometimes? But only after doing a lot of strenuous physical activity."
"Ah. That makes sense- Don't discard that yet, call Riichi."
You have no idea what that means but you do so. The other players furrow their brows in annoyance but they play their tiles again. You then draw one more tile...
>24!
Wait. This matches up pretty well with all of the other tiles you have. You think you won this. You promptly reveal your hand to the group. "T-Tsumo?" You think you heard one of them say that word before arriving here. The others stare at your hand in absolute bafflement.
You don't understand a lick of what they're saying but 'Tsumo Baiman' sounds like a pretty impressive hand. The three promptly stand up from the table and leave it behind, muttering and hissing with thinly veiled hate. All that's left is your reward: $1000.
>$600 in profit earnt!
"Didn't know you played Mahjong. Nice hand."
"I don't! What the fuck did I even do???"
