B. The Games We Play

B.07. Born Lucky

"Galant!" Harly called.

"Galant?" Polly gave her a quizelled look.

"He's the ghost. The one that got knives thrown at," Harly explained.

Polly nodded the started calling, "Calant!"

Harly tried phoning him. He didn't answer, like Neil said, he wasn't online for the last few hours.

She tried to call Ivory, she might have seen him. She didn't answer either. Harly started getting suspicious. Ivory always answers her phone, even in the middle of a performance.

That spectator that got scratched by Blanc was not happy with this habit.

She tried Neil. Oddly enough also not answering.

"Yep, something is definitely up."

Polly looked toward the sky, confused.

Ada never answers her phone so Harly didn't bother calling her.

She looked around for something plot important. Just stands that sell food, talisman amd other trinkets.

"Galant!" They continued calling for a while.

"He's more lost than a late rabbit at a card castle," Harly exclaimed.

"You seem to be missing more then just a bunny," Mr. Roulette said behind them. "Where's the rest of your party?"

"They seem to be having cake somewhere else." Harly told him. "Problem is, I don't know where."

"I'm sure they'll turn up eventually. There are just so many places here to get distracted by. Maybe you should take a break and be distracted too."

He gestured to a nearby casino tent. Harly wouldn't mind playing a couple rounds poker. She and Polly went inside, followed by Mr. Roulette.

"I'm glad you and your friends decided to come to my carnival after all. Even if you aren't performing."

"Yeah, this place is fun. But we mostly came because our train's engine was damaged."

"Oh that's a shame, but more money for me."

"Not if I gamble it all away from you," Harly smirked.

They sat down by a poker table. A dealer started shuffling the cards.

"Will your friend play as well?"

"She's too young," Polly looked disappointed by Harly statement, then she added, "but I'll be sure to show her the ropes once she's older."

Harly winked at her. Polly returned it with an appreciative smile.

.....

Chance watched the dice being shaked in the plastic cups by the dealer.

"Your bet?"

He slid some chips toward her. "Seven."

16.67%

The dealer opened the cups and the dice rolled out. Three and four.

Chance took the chips he won, leaving a couple on the table. The dealer shook the dice again.

"Seven."

The dice rolled out. Two and five.

Chance took the chips. The dealer glared at him. She was starting to get suspicious.

Chance took a deep breath. Seven was, statically speaking, the most likely outcome, but he was going to have to try some other numbers as well to test his powers.