[Munch's Master]

OOC: If the following gambling trickery by Jerik is god-modding or demmed unfair, I'll change it. Of course he could get rumbled on his trick if you want, but I don't want him kicked out.
IC:
Jerik glanced up. "Ah, another new arrival." he said to Salve.
"Now we just need a staff member to deal us out and we're set. Unless you want me to do the honours as our mudokon friend suggested." He explained, referring to Tyre. If he got to deal this'd be easier than he'd even imagined. He instructed Slak to light his cigar and took a deep puff on it, breathing the smoke out and briefly clouding the air around the table.
Jerik told Slak to take hold of the deck for him and deal it. He watched as the plan was put into action. Slak clumsily shuffled the cards on purpose, then dropped them right by Jerik's chair. Inwardly, Jerik smirked, outwardly, he was 'irritated'. "You clumsy oaf! I should've had Flak down here and you drop my bags off. Odd knows all you're any good at is dropping things!"
Slak 'apologised' as he scooped up the cards. "Sorry boss." He scooped the real cards up but as he did so, under the pretence of straightening the deck, surruptitiously switched the deck with Jerik's deck- with magnetic ink used to print the card values, which Slak could pick up on on his special mask. He put the specially marked deck on the table, a standard-issue casino design deck other than the ink, so it was identical to the original, standard-issue deck.
Jerik sighed "One of you shuffle it. Don't give it to my moron of a guard, he'll drop 'em again.
'Perfect', he thought 'Provided that cunning Slig who first arrived (OOC:Copper) doesn't spot my switch, I'll know exactly what cards everybody's got. Easy money.'
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OOC: Pat, Slak's taken a while being directed to his room (entirely my fault) so I'll speed it up a bit.
IC:
Flak finally arrived at his Jerik's room- one of the Presidential Suites. He jabbed at Chic to try and get him to leave, and started unpacking Jerik's bag as ordered. His and Slak's shared room was back nearer the entrance, Labor Room 17. He carefully sorted Jerik's clothes, cigars and other accessories out, knowing that Jerik didn't want the staff to see his possessions, then locked the room and headed to his and Slak's room.
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Marty noticed a train arriving. 'ooh good, customers. That gives me something to do ,which means I can get away from here soon. He readied the guide brochures.