Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man or the game more politely referred to as 'President' (which I really hope y'all have played or at least heard of).

Author's Note: Well that didn't take long. Sigh, okay it's official, the O.Z. Game Night ficlet series is a go. You may all take this opportunity to toss your favorite games at me in hopes it will spark an idea (not that you weren't doing that already – Quality Control would like to apply the title to all those who feed the muse ideas, and to me for, well, 'encouraging' it). I don't know why anyone thinks I have control over anything…oh well, at least this way muse will have something to entertain her while brain-brain struggles with uncooperative narrators.


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Cain really didn't know what to think about this one…

"I'll start nice and low for you all, give DG a chance to play," Ahamo smirked as the princess sitting across from him stuck out her tongue, "three threes."

…sure there was some semblance of strategy to the game…

"Three eights, three eights, three eights, three-," whack, "three eights," Glitch announced, laying down a full house.

…and they were able to dispense with the game boards…

"Weren't you the one who once lectured me," the Queen grumbled as she tucked the pair of Viewers back into headcase's hand, "on how raising rates so drastically upsets the masses? Pass."

…but the increased availability of players had been met with an increased requirement for players…

"Raw not See DG playing," the Viewer predicted, "three tens."

…which meant the Tin Man had still found himself being forced to play.

"Pass," Tutor commented glumly.

Somehow.

Jeb considered his hand a moment before tossing three princesses onto the pile.

And while the hierarchy of the game was readily familiar…

"It'd be nice if everyone could stop playing above me," Princess Azkadellia hinted darkly as she lay down three queens.

…it was constantly being overturned in a manner that some people were obviously enjoying a bit too much…

Casting a glance at the eldest princess, the kitchen hand was almost too terrified to place his three tin men on the table.

Given that DG had renamed everything to be 'O.Z. appropriate'…

"I think a couple of sorceresses ought to end this round nicely," the stable hand declared with a flash of cards.

…by her own unique standards…

"Not if I throw a headcase on it," the guard stated smugly.

…he had to wonder…

DG sighed, momentarily interrupting his thoughts. "Pass," she huffed, glaring at Raw and reaching forward to retrieve the cards, only to have Cain beat her to it.

…why she hadn't changed…

"No, no, no," chided the guard, "Let Princess DG get those, she's the 'Asshole'."

the title, he thought with a growl.

"Ah, that is," the guard corrected hastily, withering under the Tin Man's glare, "by all means, let your 'Consort' help you."

…He supposed he could…live with that…

"And with a lone tin man I am out first," the guard continued rashly, "which means I…take the…'Con…sort's'…chair…um."

…but he was pretty sure the guard wouldn't…