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The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

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Re: The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

Post by Asyriel » Thu May 17, 2018 11:26 am

Malcom chuckled at Turnpike's speech of retiring to Edwin after their caper to bring down Soludyne...if they survived it. He didn't bring up the very real possibility that they may not survive their bid; why ruin what was turning out to be a fun evening. "Sounds like a plan...I have a few friends I'd like to find out if they survived or not. Besides, it would give us plenty of time to reconfigure Edwin's gold into something a little more tradeable."

As they got out, Malcom laughed at Turnpikes exclamation about retiring and replied. "Why stop at quitting. I say we buy the place out, and fire the old man." He replied, and laughed again. As they entered the casino took a look around, trying to get an idea of the layout of the floor. He snagged a drink from a server's tray as they passed by and took a sip from it. "I'm gonna take a look around, see what looks good." He announced before raising his glass, and heading off onto the crowded floor.

This time, instead of heading straight to the Roulette tables, he wandered a bit. He placed a few bets on craps lost one, and won the others. He surveyed a couple more tables before he settled in at Roulette. He started placing bets much as he had at the previous casino, but his luck seemed to be improving. His bets were paying off far more often than they had at the last place.

Before long, he had amassed a rather large collection of chips. He tilted his head a bit as he got another of those feelings that often told him it was time to move. This time though, that feeling told him it was time to try something with a bit higher payoff. He left the Roulette table with his chips, and went off in search of it. Most casino's had one, usually as more of a novelty since the thing typically had a super high price to play. Before long, he found it; a super sized slot machine, and at a hundred per pull, it wasn't a surprise that nobody was at it.

Malcom grinned as he stepped up to the machine, dropped in a chip, and pulled the supersized arm. The wheels in the machine spun, and sure enough, one by one they stopped on the jackpot. The machine lit up, and started making noise like crazy. Malcom's grin grew wider as he turned around and waited for the pit boss to come to settle up. The jackpot on this one was far more than could be settled by coins or chips alone.

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Re: The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

Post by Larcen » Thu May 17, 2018 6:57 pm

The valet who took their car rolled his eyes and thought to his bestriped equine self, Yeah, good luck pawning that fake-ass jewelry when you get home after you lose everything...probably spent half your cash on the rental car already. He'd heard those kinds of boorish proclamations before, and when their cars were retrieved, looks of remorse afterward. It was practically sport for him by now.

This time the power couple followed their gold mine around, watching him work for a bit. Turnpike made a few bets, so did Spike, but won nothing special. Then, on a whim, the coyote stalked over to the Hold'Em table, and Spike followed behind, curious. Experience with being in a glass-front building surrounded by SWAT teams, with only a pawful of hostages, several sacks of loot, and a crew to get out alive, all hanging on a phone cord, had trained in Turnpike a poker face that could stare down a locomotive. What surprised him, however, was Spike jumping in, and how well she handled herself. Of course, she had mastered her skills in intimidation on the mat, field, ice, and roller rink, being an active girl and short for her kind to boot. The smoldering volcano look she put on when the cards were in her paws made Turnpike jealous and the other players sit a few inches further from her. They might not have won too many hands, but they didn't lose them for lack of skill either.

But then, the entire casino lit up with sirens and flashing lights. Turnpike's adrenalin kicked in and he nearly bolted, until he realized that the all the clamor was because some lucky shlemiel had won the big one. Wait, lucky shlemiel? IT COULDN'T BE! He folded with two aces, grabbed Spike's wrist and their chips, and made a dash for the giant novelty slot machine like several other patrons had done already. "Babe, need a plow here..." he requested with a sultry eyebrow raise, and Spike grinned, then lowered her head and led with her shoulder, all but body-checking the crowd out of the way. Not so hard as to alert security, of course, but they did get a few obscenities thrown their way as she made like a wedge.

What they saw was...that they were too late. Where'd that darn cat gone? The two looked around. There he was, talking to the pit boss. "YOU SORRY, DARN-FOOL SUCKER!" Turnpike yipped as they met up, shaking his head and grinning like a 'possum at the dentist while Spike whooped and laughed out loud. He flashed a quarter-second look that told him we are done now, let's get outta here, then resumed his astounded yet cheerful exultation.
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Re: The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

Post by Asyriel » Sat May 26, 2018 4:20 pm

Malcom saw Turnpike, and Spike approaching, and flashed a grin wide enough that one would think he should have stripes instead of spots. He waved at his companions as they approached.

"I'm sorry, it's policy that payouts this large are not done in cash." The pit boss was in the middle of explaining as Turnpike came within range.

"Oh, You're just mad because you didn't pull it." Malcom replied to him with a laugh. "Now I just need to talk the boss into paying me out in cash so I can roll around in it before bed tonight...maybe fill a bathtub with it."

The pit boss didn't seem like he was going to be convinced to pay out in cash anytime in the near future.

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Re: The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

Post by Larcen » Sat May 26, 2018 8:12 pm

This could put a wrinkle in their entire plan. Turnpike figured they needed a Hail Mary. He feigned a shocking epiphany and looked at his watch. "Oh GEEZ, man, we're gonna miss our flight home! Look, sir, I know it's an unusual request, but this was the last night of our vacation, and we can't reschedule the flight. Kinda cuttin' it close, I know, but the wife wanted one last taste before we went back to Domus. Never figured this goober would win big," he counter-explained, elbowing Malcom playfully.

"Can't you just like, just pay us in chips and we'll cash out?" Spike suggested, not knowing a thing about it one way or the other. Not like they could have knocked the casino over; Turnpike hadn't the resources set up in Maze, and they were in enough trouble already. Besides, Spike would have wrung his neck if he came out of retirement. Even so, despite both attempts, Turnpike knew this was going to be a much tougher nut to crack.

"Now look, this mighta been a freak accident," Turnpike returned, dropping the dopey tourist accent and exchanging it for a serious-as-death mobster voice, while giving the pit boss a coyote soul-stare. Spike noticed and acted in kind, suddenly transforming from unexpected eye candy to being The Muscle as she cracked her knuckles. Her very muscles seemed to swell, straining her dress. Turnpike continued, "we both know it's abnormally rare for somethin' like this to happen, and you guys are takin' a hit, I understand that. But hey, what you're losin' here you're gainin' back in publicity. Every gullible schmo in this town, and every schnook they know is gonna hear that somebody won big on your li'l gimmick there. Heck I'll spread the rumor myself soon as we step outta the buildin'. All's you gotta do is adjust the odds for the next couple weeks while the gullible give it a go, and you'll have your money back with interest. In fact, you already got plans to do that, let's not kid ourselves. Let it slide just this once, we'll put on a show that we're getting the money through your traditional channels, and nobody'll be the wiser. You can even cook the books if you want, I don't care." If Turnpike knew one thing, it was seediness. He fished out a roll of rather high bills, keeping his back to the appropriate security cameras, and stuffed them into the casino official's breast pocket. "Now what can we do to facilitate this exchange? Because let's just say, my employers would be most displeased if there were any... 'difficulties' with this transaction. If you accommodate us, it would be beneficial to your organization, and your job. Capisce?" he even pronounced the last syllable like someone who knew the language.

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Re: The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

Post by Asyriel » Sat Jun 23, 2018 7:31 pm

The sudden change in demeanor of Malcom's friends made the pit boss furrow his brows, and look back and forth between Malcom and Turnpike. Malcom, for his part, gave Turnpike a quick sidelong glance before looking back at the pit boss and shrugging.

After Turnpike's shpiel was done, the pit boss frowned, then sighed. "Right, fine then. Your buddy here is gonna take the big check, and pose for a few pictures. Give it half an hour then come to the cash office, and we'll see what we can work out." He told them quietly as a couple of the floor girls approached carrying the giant check.

"Oh hey, these are always fun to get." Malcom commented as the girls handed him the check, and without missing a beat, he put on a cheese eating grin and posed for a photographer that seemed to show up from nowhere. "I remember the first one I got. I tried to take it to the bank and deposit it." He chuckled. "Didn't realize the real payout had been wired to my account already."

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Re: The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

Post by Larcen » Mon Jun 25, 2018 7:49 pm

"Excellent, that's what I like to hear," Turnpike condescended with a wise-guy smirk, then let Malcom steal the spotlight. Spike stood at his side, fending off any showgirls. He then switched the tourist act back on. "You lucky son of a gun! You'd better be sharing that!" he laughed, and Spike giggled along too. The laughter in reality was directed toward that little anecdote about trying to cash a giant check.

"Hah, wish I coulda seen the teller's face," the yote remarked. "Anyhow, let's celebrate over drinks, take in a show or somethin', and get our cash and beat it. What're we lookin' at for a take, altogether?" he asked, leading the way with a swishing tail to the back of the jazz lounge. Not that he was a big fan. Hair metal was more his style, easier for a coyote to sing along to. Now the problem was, his scoundrel's intuition told him to be ready. This was all going too smoothly for coyote luck. Maybe Malcom's special talent was counteracting it. "So what's your spidey sense tellin' you? We good to keep going to the next joint, or should we do what we can with what's coming to us?"
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Re: The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

Post by Asyriel » Mon Jul 02, 2018 9:59 pm

"It was an interesting shift from incredulous to hysterical laughter." Malcom explained the teller's reaction when he tried to cash a giant check. "Drinks and a show sound good." He replied with a nod once the pictures were done, and they headed for the jazz lounge. Jazz wasn't really Malcom's preference either as his metal band shirt had announced earlier in their misadventures. He tilted his head a bit at the question of what their take home would be from the jackpot. "Well, it was a five million jackpot. After taxes, assuming we get the whole pot, probably three mil."

Malcom kinda blanked out, and looked off into the distance above Turnpike when the coyote asked if they should keep going, or call it. "We could probably manage one more before we're unofficially blacklisted for a while, at least in the big casinos. May want to see what they're going to offer us in a cash payout and see if it'll be enough to work with." He suggested before he ordered himself a drink. "Ugh...why do so many of these places think that jazz is such a great sound?" He asked the open air.

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Re: The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

Post by Larcen » Mon Jul 09, 2018 11:57 pm

"Yeah, sure, taxes," Turnpike huffed, rolling his eyes. Still, three million was nothing to sneeze at. He could get almost anything this side of a SCUD missile with that kind of bank. Still, it paid to hedge one's bets. Some of the money could be used for other purposes than armament acquisition. Could make a few things easier, really. There was plotting to be done and drinks to be drank. Er, drunk. No, not that many. He needed his wits.

Once they'd picked a table--one furthest from the irritating music--Turnpike shrugged. "Sounds good to me, let's hit another."

"Boo, you sure?" Spike worried. "You aren't gonna like, get stupid are you?"

"Moi?" he asked, giving her a coy(ote) expression. "It's Mal you gotta worry about losing all our cash, not me, and he's dynamite." Spike flicked his ear and he shook off, laughing.

"Y'know what? I agree. Let's like, get whatever they'll pay us at once and get out. Go to the second place, then scram for Edwin before we, y'know, wear out our welcome and they come for us and we end up like, shooting our way out." Hyena strategy knew when you had inferior forces, it was best to raid and run. She did snicker at Malcom's irritation regarding musical tastes, preferring folk songs herself, like Jim Croche.
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Re: The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

Post by Asyriel » Tue Jul 17, 2018 9:42 pm

Malcom shrugged at Turnpike's clear irritation at the idea of their winnings being taxed. "Still isn't an amount to be scoffed at." He commented. "Especially for one pull of the one armed bandit." He elaborated with a slight chuckle.

He downed his drink and nodded his head. "All right. One more, and we scram." He agreed. He tapped his fingers on the table, completely out of rhythm with the music, as they passed the time before they could head to the cash office.

Luckily for Malcom the amount of time they needed to wait didn't quite surpass his threshold for enduring jazz music. Malcom suddenly stood up as if an alarm had gone off. "It's time to visit the cash office and get out of here." He announced before quickly stalking out of the jazz club.

He led the way to the cash office where it seemed that they had been waiting for him. The mouse working the window quickly disappeared from view to be replaced by the pit boss from earlier. The pit boss gave a slight frown before he spoke. "Well, right on time." He said before he picked up a bag from somewhere out of view and passed it through the window to Malcom. "Here you go. This is what you get with a cash payout."

Malcom took the bag, and took a quick look inside to verify that there was actual cash inside. "Thank you" He replied with a cheerful politeness before giving a small salute and turning back to his companions. "ready?"

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Re: The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

Post by Larcen » Thu Aug 23, 2018 1:59 am

Turnpike waited patiently behind Malcom with a serious, businesslike expression while the latter cashed out. Spike picked up on the cue and stood with her own paws crossed, playing bodyguard. When satisfied, the two nodded.

"Ready!" Spike answered, grabbing the lightweight cat and hefting him up on her shoulder. Her husband, half flummoxed at the brashness of the gesture, lent a paw to steady Malcom's kiester as they paraded out the door, yowling and whooping at their friend's fortune. Just like good little tourists who'd just won the stupid-large jackpot. The other patrons gathered and stared at the procession, some jealous, some amazed, some cheering along. One thing was certain: just as predicted, the crowd gambled harder than before they'd entered, because if that cat could win, they probably could too!

They kept up the act 'til they made it to the waiting car, where Spike let Malcom back down. "There, that'll like, throw them off, right boo?"

"Right. The average schmo wouldn't dare act like they won big if they were trying to hide it. It's double-misdirection. Draw attention to the wrong thing so their attention is on it rather than on what you don't want them to pay attention to," he winked. "Ok Mal, use your win-dar to point us to the next one. Same routine as before; they need to think that either A.) we just got here, or B.) we didn't do so hot at the last place. Your pick."
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Re: The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

Post by Asyriel » Fri Aug 24, 2018 9:00 pm

"Woah!" Malcom exclaimed as he was literally swept off his feet, and hoisted on Spikes shoulder. He had been completely unprepared for the action and for his part mostly stared wide eyed at the the other patrons as they passed. As they neared the exit of the casino, Malcom regained some of his senses, and put his hands up triumphantly as they headed out.

At the car, he nodded at Turnpike's description of their double-misdirection. "Right." He replied before tilting his head, and looking off into the distance for a moment. "Other side of the strip. After that we're probably going to be burned on this place for a while." He commented before climbing into the car, and dumping all of the cash except what had been the original seed money into the car's safe. "Ready when you are." he committed, the cheese eating grin he wore earlier making a return.

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Re: The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

Post by Larcen » Mon Aug 27, 2018 11:53 am

Both of the other furs knew a cheesy grin when they saw it; that meant mischief was afoot, and both were the types to revel in it. "Lead on, divining rod!" Turnpike called, pulling across the street into the next lot. This time he put the top up, locked the car along with its under-seat money box, and set the alarm. He was getting paranoid, like some criminals, or rather ex-criminals can be. This time they skipped the valet parking, acting more like oblivious tourists.

"Second verse, same as the first?" Spike confirmed, and Turnpike nodded.

"Yep, we want eye-rolls, Lena."
"You got one from me anyway," she grumbled.

As they entered, Turnpike again surveyed the security. Sheesh, Mal couldn'a picked a higher-profile target, but hey, he was doing it the legit way, so nothing to worry about; well, not unless this was one of those crooked mob joints where they really didn't like losing. Sure didn't mess around, though. If Mal indeed was cheating, they'd pick him out in a heartbeat. If not, heh heh heh...man would he have loved to see their faces as they tried to figure the cat out.

"WHOOP! We're gonna take this place for EVERYTHING!" Spike shouted as they made their way out onto the floor. A guard laughed sarcastically to himself, and one or two of the croupiers smirked wryly. LIke they hadn't heard that one before, usually before crying later. Perfect, she was already disarming the staff, giving them the false impression of being an idiot.

"This time I'mma stick with you, Vinnie. I wanna see this 'system' you got," Alphonse said, winking at Lena. He stole a glance at the nearest staff. Still no suspicion. They'd heard that one too many times before too.
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Re: The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

Post by Asyriel » Fri Aug 31, 2018 12:34 pm

Malcom laughed at Spike's comment on eye rolls. He looked around as they entered the casino, his grin growing wider. He could feel it, almost like a burning between his shoulder blades, his streak was almost literally burning. Of course this also meant he needed to finish out quick and big before it burned out.

Malcom's laugh when Spike claimed that they were going to take the place for everything may have been a bit too manic for the setting, but he couldn't really contain it. "Sure, you may not be able to duplicate it though." He replied to Turnpike with a wide grin. He pulled a large wad of cash from his pocket as he approached one of the roulette tables. He slapped the cash down, and it was quickly exchanged for chips. He took one chip, and flipped it onto the table. It landed on it's side and spun for a few moments, tracking across several of the numbers before settling on one. "17 to the maximum" Malcom called as the single chip settled. He payed out the rest of the required bet while the ball spun round the wheel. Malcom's manic laughter returned as the ball bounced into the pocket marked 17. "And there you have it." He told Turnpike. Malcom then grinned down at the table and said nothing as the bets were paid out. The Croupier raised an eyebrow slightly at Malcom as he prepared to start the ball spinning again. Malcom for his part merely grinned at the Croupier, and let the bet ride. That spot between his shoulder blades continued to burn, and the ball was set into motion again. The ball clattered round and round, smacked into one of the pocket separators and bounced wildly in the wheel before settling into 17 for the second time in a row. Nearly everybody around the table gaped, while Malcom laughed again.

It took a moment for the Croupier get over the shock, and calculate the payouts. Malcom felt the burning feeling between his shoulders subside, and knew it was time to go. "And that's a wrap." Malcom announced as the payouts were finished, and he reached out to collect his winnings. "C'mon it's time to go." He said quietly to Turnpike before he stepped away from the table, and started heading for the exit.

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