citylogs | open; november catch-all

WHO: cyno (

cashewlater) & YOU
WHAT: november catch-all, open prompts
WHERE: errywhere
WHEN: all month!
WARNINGS: nothing as of yet, will update if necessary.

around the city;

[ cyno isn't the type to be able to sit still, even when there's little to do, when the city is quiet.

so he doesn't. he spends his mornings jogging around the parks, before working out at the gym, and grabbing a bite to eat at his go-to restaurants: a shawarma place, and a sushi restaurant among his favorites. normally this might be where he would enjoy his time at a library, if he had one, instead he spends it exploring, often backtracking the same old places in hopes he'll discover something new, something he overlooked. he doesn't. but that doesn't keep him from trying.

in the mall, he's currently skulking around the game store, peering over the many card and board games, as well as stuffed animals and other interesting looking toys. he's found a lot of gems in this place, okay?? anyway, he's holding the box of a game called "candyland" right now, frowning thoughtfully when he's snapped from his thoughts by the sound of approaching footsteps. hello, friend. he's still holding the candyland box. ]

Looking for games?

training;

[ though running and working out at the gym are very good for keeping him fit and in shape, cyno doesn't neglect his training.

in the middle of any of the parks, you might find him working in the grass, sweat slicking his skin as he whirls and lunges with the wooden polearm that kaveh so kindly provided him with. the weight and balance are excellent, almost as good as his staff of the scarlet sands, and cyno moves fluidly with it. his leaps and strikes are powerful, but elegant, and his body shifts confidently, with the poise and grace of someone quite used to what they are doing.

breaking for a moment to catch his breath, cyno runs a hand back through his sweat-damped hair, and quickly pulls it back into a messy tail to get it off of his shoulders and neck. care to join him? ]

fun and games;

[ at the edge of one of the parks, cyno is sitting at a small table, people watching. people watching, and playing games. solitaire is one he's learned recently, to keep himself occupied when others aren't available to play, but it's always more fun to enjoy a game with someone else. the spirit of friendly competition!

he perks up when he sees you walk by. ]

Excuse me. What did the lonely checkerboard say?

[ he asks, completely deadpan. ]

wildcard;

[ come at me with anything! i'm happy to plot with you!! ♥ ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ kaveh listens, because the rules of solitaire to a nerd is always going to be a fascinating topic. thank u, fellow nerd. he shakes his head. ]

No, it seems straightforward enough. I suppose then the goal of the game is to fulfill the requirements at speed. This is a game of probability. If you have a strong starting hand, say, full of Aces and whatnot, you'll clear the game thirty-two times faster than if you have a starting hand that prevents you from moving forward.

[ kaveh considers this. ] Well? Shall we bet on it? Do you have a second deck? Your luck versus mine, let's see who can complete it faster.

[ appealing to his competitive side, eh?? ]

.. you're on.

[ even though he prefers skill and strategy over pure luck, cyno won't turn down the chance to game!! he produces a second pack from his canvas messenger bag. he probably has even more packs than that, in there. ]

[ kaveh laughs. ]

Of course you have a second deck just on you. Let's spread it here, then. Do we keep jokers in?

No, no jokers.

[ of course he has a second deck!! what if he loses some cards from the first deck?? anyway, he's shuffling thoroughly, then arranging his cards in the proper configuration. ]

Ready when you are.

[ kaveh rolls up his sleeves. ]

Count down for us, General Mahamatra. We'll see who comes out the winner.

[ his hands hover over the cards. he's so ready. ]

Three.. two.. one.. begin.

[ HIS FINGERS ARE FLYING. ]

[ cyno is out of the gate like a sumpterbeast at a track race, one with a pile of carrots on the line, and kaveh laughs. his own fingers fumble a card or two because he settles into the game proper. a line of cards, a second line, 3/4th flips ought to optimise time, he thinks, and rather than having the discard pile to the left, he ought to have it directly under him. the adjustments take a moment, but he finds himself falling into that rhythm. it's fun. it's a bit like solving a simple puzzle, knowing the answer is on the horizon, and optimising your way towards it.

he has a long tractor line completed, but two of his other lines haven't had similar luck. kaveh picks up his deck again. he hazards a look. cyno's progress? ]

[ i cannot believe you are trying to make me research solitaire terminology I REFUSE, you just stick the cards on the other cards until all the cards are in the right place!!

a coinflip tells me that cyno is lagging a bit behind kaveh now, however.. he's beginning to sweat. ]

[ I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO PLAY SOLITAIRE HELP.

but kaveh's grinning. a quick glance totals up the cards on their part. kaveh, who has never gone easy on anyone, merely reaches into his deck for the next card, and the next.

that being said - well, luck always has to run out, right? and kaveh's luck is never the sort that you can rely on. easy come, easy go, and suddenly, kaveh finds himself staring down at a handful of cards in dismay as they come in exactly the opposite order that he needs.

why!!! ]

[ I S2G....

cyno isn't watching kaveh closely, but he sees that kaveh goes still, which is a good sign for cyno. next roll says.. cyno is doing well!! he picks up the slack, slamming cards down one after the other with dexterous fingers.

nearly finished.. ]

[ kaveh, who is now so behind that he's counting the aggregate seconds: ]

Oh, for Archon's sake. Why is it always red and not black? What happened to my earlier streak?

[ cyno's hands continue to fly, and at this point, he isn't focusing on kaveh at all, isn't paying him any mind - he needs to keep his mind on this, and this alone. and at last, at the home stretch..

.. cyno makes it!! he slams the last card into place with a sharp exhale. ]

[ kaveh lets out a whine. ]

I was close! It was just an unlucky set of hands!

[ cyno whoops, both fists into the air!! ]

I did it!

Yes, yes. The uncrowned king of solitaire. That's you, Cyno.

[ but kaveh's smiling regardless as he gives cyno an affection nudge to his shoulder. ] I'm going to have to practise, if I have any chance of matching you in the future.

Thank you for recognizing your monarch. Your obedience will be rewarded.

[ kaveh's smile is infectious, and cyno soon finds that he is smiling too. ]

Really, though, most of it comes down to luck. Still, knowledge and speed won't hurt.

[ kaveh grins. ]

Knowledge never hurts. And now I've learned, Cyno. I'll put up a better fight next time yet, so don't rest on your laurels, king.

[ but finally, kaveh detaches himself. he goes to pick up the roll of fencing that he had been hefting about earlier. ] Well, that was a good break - but I ought to head off with this, now. Don't go easy on anyone else who comes to challenge you, hm? If I had to lose to you, I refuse to see you lose to anyone else.

[ kaveh draws back, and cyno nods. he begins to gather up kaveh's deck, stacking it neatly, then beginning to shuffle. ]

Don't worry, I'll destroy them all.

[ he says, quite relaxed and confident, and slides the cards back into their box. ]

Take care, Kaveh.

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