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Timer doesn't have the square footage to gamble with. If he loses any he's going to have to move into a closet. But the other week he found an arcade/casino place with play money. Go in, get a few hundred tokens, play poker or pinball or pinochle, provide human scenery and help the fellow who organizes the place feel like he does something useful with his death.
Nathan is dealing blackjack, because why not, he likes to feel useful with his death too, and it wouldn't be very fair for him to play it. His table's short a player right now.
temporal_affairs
unconqueredsun
"It'll be a unfamiliar challenge, he'll probably appreciate the novelty." He checks luck. Yep. "What's your res code? I don't remember the day, but I can send you a message later."
temporal_affairs
Nathan finds a scrap of paper and writes it down for him. "Am I correct in thinking that the next one is two evenings from now, seven in the evening?"
unconqueredsun
"Sounds about right. Handy, that. I think I have the host's code written down somewhere..." He searches, finds a small blue book. "Ah, here it is. I'll talk to him tomorrow, check about the menu."
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