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This role play is actually three separate things taking place at the same time:
Peter pulled the rubber band from around the fat roll of one dollar bills, saying "Everyone in ... one hundred bucks to play."
The Twelve people in the couches and chairs surrounding the coffee table each began digging into pockets and purses -- with one woman digging into her push up bra as well -- and tossing their cash onto the table. The woman opposite Peter, a sexy redhead name Eloise, snatched up the bills and stuffed them into a coffee can labeled "Spring Break Transportation Fund"
"The game is Liar's Poker," he began as he shuffled the one hundred singles and separate them into twelve stacks, face down to hide the serial numbers. "The rules are simple."
When all the bills were distributed, Peter took one from his stack, then instructed the Red Headed Guy to his left to do the same with the stack in front of him. "Play is simple. You fold your bill in half this way, then again this way. Now ... only you can see the serial number of your bill."
The Red Head did as Peter explained, while the rest of the crowd watched with interest. Peter could tell by some of the faces that they knew very well how to play Liars Poker. He couldn't hide his smirk, though, when he wondered whether they had any idea of what was ahead in his version of the game."
"Your bill has an eight digit serial number ... eight numbers. Ignore the letters, they don't mean anything. The idea is to have the most of a single digit ... no straights or full houses or flushes like in poker. It's simple ... if you have three twos, you have three twos ... if you have four fives, you have four fives. Basic, okay...?"
Around the coffee table, most of the heads nodded with obvious understanding. Peter continued. "Okay, so here's how we play. I start by looking at my bill ... and ... I'll say, 'I have three fours'."
He looked to the Red Head and said, "Now, you have to beat my three fours."
"How...?" the guy asked.
"You have to have three of something bigger than a four ... like three fives, or three sixes, or three of whatever ... or ... you have to have four of something. Remember! Four of anything will beat three of anything. So, four ones will beat three nines ... get it?"
The Guy nodded his understanding, but the expression on his face told Peter of his plight. The game's host said knowingly, "You don't have three of anything ... let alone four of anything."
The Red Head shook his head. "Nope."
"Do you have at least one four?"
The Red Head nodded. "Two of them."
"Good!" Peter said, snatching the Red Heads bill. He unfolded it and set it out on the coffee table. "So! If you were to say that you did have, let's say, four fours ... and I called you a liar ... you would show me your bill and you would lose ... right?"
"Right," the guy said.
"Wrong!" Peter corrected. He unfolded his own bill and set it side by side with the Red Head's bill. "And here's the twist! Because I called you a liar, you get to use all of the fours on my bill, too!"
"Really!" ... "What...?" ... "Say that again!" came up from all about the table.
"Anyone who calls you a liar," Peter explained, "And there can be two, three, ten callers ... their bills go into the Liar's hand, too. So, when you say how many of what ever number you have, remember that you get to use the numbers in the hands of anyone who calls you a liar, too."
"And that's the risk," Eloise added. "You see, if only one person calls you a liar ... and you don't have what you say you have ... then you only have that one person's bill to help you get what you need. Chances are, you'll probably lose."
"But...!" Peter cut in continuing Eloise's thought, "if three or four people call you a liar, all of the digits on their bills count ... and you have a much better chance of winning."
"So..." one of the more confused looking sorority sisters cut in. "... who wins ... and who loses...? And what do they win, or lose?"
"If you call someone a liar," Eloise jumped back in, "And they are ... they surrender the dollar bill they were using to you ... they lose that buck. But ... if they are not lying ... everyone who called them a liar loses their dollar bill to the one who wasn't, in fact, lying."
"So what happens," one of the guys sitting near Peter asked, "If I'm called a liar by everyone ... and I am lying, even with help from everyone else's dollar."
"You give up a dollar to every person who called you a liar."
"But, wait a sec'," one of the women cut in. She swept a finger about the group, saying, "There's twelve of us ... and we each have, how much...?"
"Fifteen dollars," Peter said quickly.
"But..." the woman continued, "that means I could-- Any of us could be out of money in ... one, maybe two hands."
"That's right," Eloise said.
"So ... what do we do if we don't have enough ones...?" the Sorority Girl continued quizzing Peter.
He smiled, but before he could answer, Eloise answered. "You surrender your clothes."
An uproar of both laughter and dismay filled the room. The banter back and forth went on for quite a while until Peter finally silenced the whole group and said, "Anyone who doesn't want to can take back their money."
Quickly, four people stuck their hands toward Eloise, demanding their hundred bucks back.
"You have to leave, too," Peter's co-Host pointed out as she retrieved the can and removed the lid.
"What?" one of the guys asked, "Why?"
"That's simple," Peter jumped in. "If you're not going to take the chance of being seen naked, you surely don't think you get to stay around and see the others naked ... do you?"
After some more back and forth, one Frat brother and a Sorority sister pulled their hands back in, wanting to play ... and take the risk. The other two took back their money and headed out.
"Okay, so this is what happens if you run out of money," Peter continued. "If you come up short of cash ... let's say two dollars short ... you have to surrender two articles of clothing."
"To who...?" someone asked quickly.
"To whom," Eloise corrected quickly, adding, "to whomever you owe but didn't get a dollar."
"And what if I run out of clothes?" one of the woman asked, her concern obvious.
"Then you're naked!" someone laughed, followed by laughter from the others.
"You can still play," Peter responded, his smile widening devilishly, "Only ... you have to find something else to offer when you lose."
More laughter and speculation about what people would offer followed, then Peter added, "You can buy back your clothes ... either with your winnings or ... with what ever you are willing to do to get them."
There was a volley of crude comments and laughter.
"How does the game end?" one of the guys asked. "I mean, games usually have a winner ... so ... how do we determine who wins? And when do we quit?"
"If you're not naked at the end," a guy laughed, "then you win."
A woman piped in, laughing even louder, "Speak for yourself!"
"Win or lose, who cares," Peter said. "There are some more rules, though. First, you can leave anytime you want ... wearing whatever you have left on!"
"What if I'm naked?" one of the Sisters asked in horror.
"Then hurry home, 'cause it's 42 degrees outside."
After another round of laughter, Peter added, "You reclaim your clothes and leave before 2am without contributing another hundred to the Spring Break Fund. Agreed...?"
He looked about and saw nothing but nodding heads, although some did so reluctantly.
"Second, if you want your clothes back, barter!"
Some more conversation began about what that meant, but Peter waved the conversation away and continued, "And third, no one can force any one to do any... let's call it sex-tra curricular activity ... unless they want to do it. Everything tonight is totally consensual, understood?"
He looked around the group and studied the faces. Then he gestured to the stacks of ones and said, "Okay ... if you still want to play, take you money. Keep in face down on the table before you ... and pick the top bill."
Peter looked across to Eloise, whose eyes were firmly upon him. This is going to be fun, he wanted to tell her ... but he already knew that she knew that.
"This isn't fair!" one of the woman called out. When one of the guys asked why, she laughed, blushing, and said, "Because I'm not wearing any underwear."
Another round of laughter erupted, and a raucous conversation began about how much people were or were not wearing, about whether each sock counted as a separate article, about whether piercings were considered clothing, about whether a garter belt and each of the stockings were a separate item.
Peter silenced them with a loud, dismissive whistle. He looked around to each and said simply, "Grab a bill ... and let's play. Eloise ... you start."
(OOC -- If this interests you and you want to learn more, PM me please.)
Liar's Poker
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This role play is actually three separate things taking place at the same time:
1. It is a role play taking place now, with writers using their imaginations to mutually create an ongoing story line about a game of "Liars Poker".
2. It is a role play that has already taken place, with writers collaborating on flash backs of incidents that involved the characters currently involved in the game of Liar's Poker. This gives writers who are anxious to write but are awaiting another player to post something to do in the meantime. And why would writers be waiting...? Because ...
3. ... this is also a turn-by-turn game, in which players will be given a serial number from a dollar bill, so that they can play Liar's poker. The turn by turn portion of the role play will, at times slow down the RP a bit -- but don't panic, because the Host has ways to make the story move along if a writer has either flaked out on us or is simply not around to post.
2. It is a role play that has already taken place, with writers collaborating on flash backs of incidents that involved the characters currently involved in the game of Liar's Poker. This gives writers who are anxious to write but are awaiting another player to post something to do in the meantime. And why would writers be waiting...? Because ...
3. ... this is also a turn-by-turn game, in which players will be given a serial number from a dollar bill, so that they can play Liar's poker. The turn by turn portion of the role play will, at times slow down the RP a bit -- but don't panic, because the Host has ways to make the story move along if a writer has either flaked out on us or is simply not around to post.
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Peter Grimes
Peter pulled the rubber band from around the fat roll of one dollar bills, saying "Everyone in ... one hundred bucks to play."
The Twelve people in the couches and chairs surrounding the coffee table each began digging into pockets and purses -- with one woman digging into her push up bra as well -- and tossing their cash onto the table. The woman opposite Peter, a sexy redhead name Eloise, snatched up the bills and stuffed them into a coffee can labeled "Spring Break Transportation Fund"
"The game is Liar's Poker," he began as he shuffled the one hundred singles and separate them into twelve stacks, face down to hide the serial numbers. "The rules are simple."
When all the bills were distributed, Peter took one from his stack, then instructed the Red Headed Guy to his left to do the same with the stack in front of him. "Play is simple. You fold your bill in half this way, then again this way. Now ... only you can see the serial number of your bill."
The Red Head did as Peter explained, while the rest of the crowd watched with interest. Peter could tell by some of the faces that they knew very well how to play Liars Poker. He couldn't hide his smirk, though, when he wondered whether they had any idea of what was ahead in his version of the game."
"Your bill has an eight digit serial number ... eight numbers. Ignore the letters, they don't mean anything. The idea is to have the most of a single digit ... no straights or full houses or flushes like in poker. It's simple ... if you have three twos, you have three twos ... if you have four fives, you have four fives. Basic, okay...?"
Around the coffee table, most of the heads nodded with obvious understanding. Peter continued. "Okay, so here's how we play. I start by looking at my bill ... and ... I'll say, 'I have three fours'."
He looked to the Red Head and said, "Now, you have to beat my three fours."
"How...?" the guy asked.
"You have to have three of something bigger than a four ... like three fives, or three sixes, or three of whatever ... or ... you have to have four of something. Remember! Four of anything will beat three of anything. So, four ones will beat three nines ... get it?"
The Guy nodded his understanding, but the expression on his face told Peter of his plight. The game's host said knowingly, "You don't have three of anything ... let alone four of anything."
The Red Head shook his head. "Nope."
"Do you have at least one four?"
The Red Head nodded. "Two of them."
"Good!" Peter said, snatching the Red Heads bill. He unfolded it and set it out on the coffee table. "So! If you were to say that you did have, let's say, four fours ... and I called you a liar ... you would show me your bill and you would lose ... right?"
"Right," the guy said.
"Wrong!" Peter corrected. He unfolded his own bill and set it side by side with the Red Head's bill. "And here's the twist! Because I called you a liar, you get to use all of the fours on my bill, too!"
"Really!" ... "What...?" ... "Say that again!" came up from all about the table.
"Anyone who calls you a liar," Peter explained, "And there can be two, three, ten callers ... their bills go into the Liar's hand, too. So, when you say how many of what ever number you have, remember that you get to use the numbers in the hands of anyone who calls you a liar, too."
"And that's the risk," Eloise added. "You see, if only one person calls you a liar ... and you don't have what you say you have ... then you only have that one person's bill to help you get what you need. Chances are, you'll probably lose."
"But...!" Peter cut in continuing Eloise's thought, "if three or four people call you a liar, all of the digits on their bills count ... and you have a much better chance of winning."
"So..." one of the more confused looking sorority sisters cut in. "... who wins ... and who loses...? And what do they win, or lose?"
"If you call someone a liar," Eloise jumped back in, "And they are ... they surrender the dollar bill they were using to you ... they lose that buck. But ... if they are not lying ... everyone who called them a liar loses their dollar bill to the one who wasn't, in fact, lying."
"So what happens," one of the guys sitting near Peter asked, "If I'm called a liar by everyone ... and I am lying, even with help from everyone else's dollar."
"You give up a dollar to every person who called you a liar."
"But, wait a sec'," one of the women cut in. She swept a finger about the group, saying, "There's twelve of us ... and we each have, how much...?"
"Fifteen dollars," Peter said quickly.
"But..." the woman continued, "that means I could-- Any of us could be out of money in ... one, maybe two hands."
"That's right," Eloise said.
"So ... what do we do if we don't have enough ones...?" the Sorority Girl continued quizzing Peter.
He smiled, but before he could answer, Eloise answered. "You surrender your clothes."
An uproar of both laughter and dismay filled the room. The banter back and forth went on for quite a while until Peter finally silenced the whole group and said, "Anyone who doesn't want to can take back their money."
Quickly, four people stuck their hands toward Eloise, demanding their hundred bucks back.
"You have to leave, too," Peter's co-Host pointed out as she retrieved the can and removed the lid.
"What?" one of the guys asked, "Why?"
"That's simple," Peter jumped in. "If you're not going to take the chance of being seen naked, you surely don't think you get to stay around and see the others naked ... do you?"
After some more back and forth, one Frat brother and a Sorority sister pulled their hands back in, wanting to play ... and take the risk. The other two took back their money and headed out.
"Okay, so this is what happens if you run out of money," Peter continued. "If you come up short of cash ... let's say two dollars short ... you have to surrender two articles of clothing."
"To who...?" someone asked quickly.
"To whom," Eloise corrected quickly, adding, "to whomever you owe but didn't get a dollar."
"And what if I run out of clothes?" one of the woman asked, her concern obvious.
"Then you're naked!" someone laughed, followed by laughter from the others.
"You can still play," Peter responded, his smile widening devilishly, "Only ... you have to find something else to offer when you lose."
More laughter and speculation about what people would offer followed, then Peter added, "You can buy back your clothes ... either with your winnings or ... with what ever you are willing to do to get them."
There was a volley of crude comments and laughter.
"How does the game end?" one of the guys asked. "I mean, games usually have a winner ... so ... how do we determine who wins? And when do we quit?"
"If you're not naked at the end," a guy laughed, "then you win."
A woman piped in, laughing even louder, "Speak for yourself!"
"Win or lose, who cares," Peter said. "There are some more rules, though. First, you can leave anytime you want ... wearing whatever you have left on!"
"What if I'm naked?" one of the Sisters asked in horror.
"Then hurry home, 'cause it's 42 degrees outside."
After another round of laughter, Peter added, "You reclaim your clothes and leave before 2am without contributing another hundred to the Spring Break Fund. Agreed...?"
He looked about and saw nothing but nodding heads, although some did so reluctantly.
"Second, if you want your clothes back, barter!"
Some more conversation began about what that meant, but Peter waved the conversation away and continued, "And third, no one can force any one to do any... let's call it sex-tra curricular activity ... unless they want to do it. Everything tonight is totally consensual, understood?"
He looked around the group and studied the faces. Then he gestured to the stacks of ones and said, "Okay ... if you still want to play, take you money. Keep in face down on the table before you ... and pick the top bill."
Peter looked across to Eloise, whose eyes were firmly upon him. This is going to be fun, he wanted to tell her ... but he already knew that she knew that.
"This isn't fair!" one of the woman called out. When one of the guys asked why, she laughed, blushing, and said, "Because I'm not wearing any underwear."
Another round of laughter erupted, and a raucous conversation began about how much people were or were not wearing, about whether each sock counted as a separate article, about whether piercings were considered clothing, about whether a garter belt and each of the stockings were a separate item.
Peter silenced them with a loud, dismissive whistle. He looked around to each and said simply, "Grab a bill ... and let's play. Eloise ... you start."
(OOC -- If this interests you and you want to learn more, PM me please.)
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