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It's even worse when you get through the rudimentary stuff and move on to the rules of blackjack, which— you <span class="mu-i">thought</span>— aren't that complicated. But Lester Six plainly doesn't get it, even as it continues to insist it understands perfectly, it's played before, and you're wasting its time. It holds a Two of Claws in its hand.
"So you want to hit," you say. "Since it's impossible for you to bust, right?"
"eveRybody knowS ThaT,." It sounds about as annoyed as you are. It doesn't move.
"So you..." You take a deep breath. Be smart, Madrigal. "So you tap the table. To signal you want to hit."
"no <span class="mu-i">ShiT.</span>" It still hesitates.
It goes like that for a while, forcing you to draw deeper and deeper from your narrow well of patience lest you flip the table and sock the thing in the face. Which you aren't entirely ruling out. Still, after a few hours of explaining and re-explaining and visual demonstrations slowed down 2x and an attempt at drawing a diagram on lobby stationary, you get Lester Six playing a very very poor game of blackjack. What a fucking miracle.
>Your GRIT is: Fairly High
>Lester(s)'s Trust is: Slightly Trusting
>It is currently AFTERNOON, DAY 2
What do you do while playing blackjack?
>[1] Suck up your competitive urges and fudge it so Lester Six wins all the games. It might be good to be underestimated. (+Lesters' Trust on top of what you've already gained)
>[2] Fuck that. You're following the rules, not coddling some failed abomination. You don't believe in handing out wins, simple as. (+Grit)
>[3] Practice sliding aces up your sleeve— and you mean really up your sleeve. See if you can secrete them into your arm. Handy storage might be useful. (+Body Facility)
>[4] Half of playing cards isn't the cards, anyhow: it's just a useful way to get conversation flowing. Play on rote and fish for pertinent information from Lester Six. (Like what? General topics are okay. Write-in.)
>[5] Write-in.
