Who: Quenetym yv'NkKyjnam IC: Quen had been wandering about the cruiseship rather aimlessly for the past hour or so. He had woken up with a great feeling of queasiness in his gut, a feeling brought on by both too much to drink, and the sensation of rocking upon the water. In truth, Quen did not much enjoy the water. His affinity with electricity had become a bit of a problem with regards to water, in fact he had caused a bit of a scuffle by diving into a public pool before he had control of his electrical ability. He was dressed very casually today. A pale gray button up shirt hangs from his slightly hunched over shoulders. The shirt isn't even tucked in actually, but simply hanging over his pants. The pants are slightly baggy, a black to match the usual articles of clothing he wears. His appearence isn't completely dishevled of course, he took too much care of himself for that. His mane was neatly combed back between his ears, falling down along his back. Without the large trench coat he normally wears, his form is easily seen from the way his clothes hang upon his body. His entire upperbody is well toned, something that can be seen as the shirt hangs on his shoulders. He looked about, scanning the gaming room idly. He enjoyed the odd gamble now and then. Normally he worked his life by consistantly predictable facts and occurences, usually fueled by the knowledge he gained due to his position, but gambling gave him a bit of a break from that, allowing him to dip into the stream of chance. He had just finished a few games of roulette, having lost a bit of weight from his pockets due to loss, he had decided to venture over to a game with a bit less pure luck in it. He lowered himself down at a card table, the game is blackjack. He chose this particular table due to the low maximum bet. He had lost a decent amount on the roulette wheels, and figured he could make a good deal of it back at cards. "Hit me." He said as he taps his index and middle fingers on the table next to his cards, and is dealt a ten, which along with his nine gave him a a nineteen, a great hand to hold on. The other two at the table had held, one with a five dealt, and the other with both cards face down. "I'll stay." The two others, a sickly green arden in a beige shirt and a blue lukuo in a rather nice black suit, reveal cards totalling 17 and 16 respectively. Quen grinned broadly as he pulled the small pile of chips to him, it wasn't much but it was a start. "Nice hand." He spoke to the two, who only nodded before standing up and leaving the table. He shrugged at their departure, and remained seated, playing games with the dealer with no bet until someone else would feel inclinded to sit and play.
