Orion narrows his eyes at the players, hiding his deck behind his hand. He points at them in order of the turns: Flynn, Sergei, Thervan, Angler, Cairn (if he’s playing idk)

Orion deals his cards in order, five to every player, face down.

FLYNN: 

SERGEI:

 THERVAN:

 ANGLER: 

 CAIRN:

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*For Baalz*

You haven't seen the Pelican since your interaction with him a few days ago. It is late at night, the sea is calm and the sky is clear. The moon is bright and bathes the ship in soft, silvery light. The quiet waters rock the ship gently and are scattered with the flickering reflections of the stars. 

All is quiet. The watchmen are asleep on their posts, the lazy louts.

You are drawn from the hold by a strange sense. You feel as though you are expected on the deck and that you mustn't be late. 

Upon emerging from the hold, you find that the deck is not as empty as you thought it would be. A huge conglomeration of large Pelicans is perched in a dense cluster near the bow. White feathers rustles and beaks clack as they wait for you to approach. It is almost a wonder that the ship doesn't capsize under the concentrated weight of so many seabirds. A few stragglers pinwheel above the ship with whispering wings.

"There you are Chef," croaks a familiar voice from among the massive flock. "How have you been?"

 Auguste seems impressed by the number of pelicans. "Well, I was doing well a minute ago, but now I realize I haven't prepared enough to serve your family. Do they all have appetites like you?"

 A susurration arises as the Pelicans all shift about when they hear you address them. Out of their midst steps a familiar seabird with smiling eyes. "Oh yes. The appetite of a school of sharks or even that of a pod of whales pales in comparison to our hunger. We are used to it though. You needn't feed all of us tonight, only promise that there will be a place for my family at your table in the future."

Thervan stares at his cards, letting no expression slip.

Angler looks at his cards and begins strategizing in his head. 

Flynn looks at his cards and glances at everyone to see their reactions. 

Sergei puts his cards back down on the table, sighing.

Thervan raises an eyebrow.

Now that everyone has seen their cards, Orion points at Flynn. Indicating his turn.

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 Auguste seems impressed by the number of pelicans. "Well, I was doing well a minute ago, but now I realize I haven't prepared enough to serve your family. Do they all have appetites like you?"

 A susurration arises as the Pelicans all shift about when they hear you address them. Out of their midst steps a familiar seabird with smiling eyes. "Oh yes. The appetite of a school of sharks or even that of a pod of whales pales in comparison to our hunger. We are used to it though. You needn't feed all of us tonight, only promise that there will be a place for my family at your table in the future."

 He seems ever-so-slightly uncomfortable with all the eyes on him.
"Of course. It... agitates me to no end when a guest leaves hungry. I even used to personally deliver meal packages at the end of voyages so I could be certain they were sated. My lack of resources leaves me in an unfortunate situation, but with a steady influx of souls, I believe the issue could be resolved within the year."

“Well let's get this game started.” Flynn slides two cards toward Orion.

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“Well let's get this game started.” Flynn slides two cards toward Orion.

 Orion nods and deals him two extra. 

 He then points at Sergei.

*gtg*

Sergei hands over three of his cards.

Orion trades him his three, then points at Thervan.

Thervan hands over two cards.

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Thervan hands over two cards.

*Angler’s turn, but Gibber’s not on so we can skip forward in time or just chill out*

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 A susurration arises as the Pelicans all shift about when they hear you address them. Out of their midst steps a familiar seabird with smiling eyes. "Oh yes. The appetite of a school of sharks or even that of a pod of whales pales in comparison to our hunger. We are used to it though. You needn't feed all of us tonight, only promise that there will be a place for my family at your table in the future."

 He seems ever-so-slightly uncomfortable with all the eyes on him.
"Of course. It... agitates me to no end when a guest leaves hungry. I even used to personally deliver meal packages at the end of voyages so I could be certain they were sated. My lack of resources leaves me in an unfortunate situation, but with a steady influx of souls, I believe the issue could be resolved within the year."

 "Then we shall provide so that we may be provided for."

He waddles forward a few feet and then stops. He spreads his wings, shudders, and leans forward so that his beak is held out flat and is almost touching the deck. He opens his baggy mouth wide, and it seems to pool with liquid shadow. Then a skeletal hand reaches out and grasps the edge of the bill. Another arm comes forth and an ethereal head rises up from the birds maw. 

A dead man clambers out of the Pelican and onto the deck. Small bits of flesh cling to incorporeal bones and tattered rags hang from a skeletal frame. A pained expression is frozen across the drowned spirits face and its mouth is locked open in a gasp for air. It staggers towards you a few steps and then stops. A muffled voice speaks almost as if it was coming from under water, "You... offer salvation?"

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 "Then we shall provide so that we may be provided for."

He waddles forward a few feet and then stops. He spreads his wings, shudders, and leans forward so that his beak is held out flat and is almost touching the deck. He opens his baggy mouth wide, and it seems to pool with liquid shadow. Then a skeletal hand reaches out and grasps the edge of the bill. Another arm comes forth and an ethereal head rises up from the birds maw. 

A dead man clambers out of the Pelican and onto the deck. Small bits of flesh cling to incorporeal bones and tattered rags hang from a skeletal frame. A pained expression is frozen across the drowned spirits face and its mouth is locked open in a gasp for air. It staggers towards you a few steps and then stops. A muffled voice speaks almost as if it was coming from under water, "You... offer salvation?"

 The Chef smiles. "Of course. I offer you a second chance at life. Not unlife, but an entirely new life where you can work a fulfilling job, eat pleasant food, learn new skills, meet new people, go exciting places, and be appreciated for your service. And none of it will be in hell, which is a major upside." He places a hand on the spirit's "shoulder." "How does that sound to you?"

*I can't help but imagine this whole interaction from the spirit's perspective. It must be so surreal.*

*Woah what’s happening on the deck*