You've got your stats, you've got your sword, and you've got your invisible wand

[dragonmouth]

Who: Everybody!
What: IC D&D Night mingle
When: A couple of days after the Fire Festival
Where: The library and the common room, depending on the day
Warnings: Possible murderhobos. Also, threadjacking is not only allowed, but encouraged!

[Not long after the Fire Festival ends, Tali puts up a quick post on the network. She's got her huge-ass binder full of notes, and she's not afraid to use it:]

The next Dungeons and Dragons session will be tomorrow in the commons.

For those of you who are new to the Station, I'm more than willing to go over the process in the library today! We can go over the general rules, perhaps help brainstorm your character ideas. I think this is a great opportunity to get to know your fellow station-mates and perhaps dabble in a little creative exercise.

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[blackestwitch]

[ It takes Maddie like, forty-five seconds. She's messing with her phone for most of it. No dice are rolled. Then, ]

Thirteen. Higher is better, right? So Jail wins. [ You're not rolling AGAINST Jailbreak, Maddie. ]

[dragonmouth]

I... it's not that sort of game, Maddie.

[ There's a sort of flustered-ness in her voice? She's smiling, but it's Maddie. ]

Let's add your modifiers, and...

[ Look, no one's actually written up a character sheet OOCly or anything and I'm not gonna make you guys go through that hell, so let's handwave that Tali has copies of everyone's stat spreads and rattles off some numbers to the players...

Wait a minute. Jail's playing a cleric, and even a shitty cleric has to have decent Wisdom so as not to be unplayable. So Jail's character still probably comes out a little higher.

OOCly, we don't have the name of Maddie's character yet, but she calls it first. ]

...you notice that as she's washing these clothes, the air smells sweet, almost sickly. There's hints of vanilla and a sort of warm bitterness. Caramel?

[ Then she calls out Jail's character's name. ]

You smell the same thing. But underneath the sweetness, there's also a faint, ferrous, coppery tang. Streaks of red and brown are barely discernible in the water, but if you look down, they're there.

[nor_iron_bars]

Thaaaat's probably blood, isn't it. Shit. ...any chance we can just back away quietly and pretend we didn't see this?

[dragonmouth]

She's still rather consumed with her washing, so... I'll allow it.

[ She will allow just about everything. There's a bit of an odd gleam in her eye... ]

How do you go about it?

[nor_iron_bars]

So this is definitely a trap.

[Jail considers her options thoughtfully.]

I'm just gonna turn my head and take a quick look behind us, then back up slowly and quietly if I don't see shit. Keeping my eyes on her while I'm backing up.

[dragonmouth]

[ An innocent little smile. ]

Make a stealth check.

[nor_iron_bars]

[Jail rolls, and winces.]

...Eleven?

[dragonmouth]

You turn, and her eyes are still on her washing. But between looking at her and what lies behind you, you neglect to look underneath your own feet.

Snap! A twig lay underneath one. It was thin and blended with the earth below, so you hadn't noticed it before, but now it's impossible not to.

[nor_iron_bars]

[...a moment of thought, and then:]

I keep backing up and don't say shit. When in doubt, just keep on pretending you meant to do that.

[This adage explains so much about her own life choices.]

[dragonmouth]

She turns to you and...waves. She's seen you, but there doesn't seem to be anything on her besides the washboard and basket.

She pulls her pinkish hair into a bun.

[nor_iron_bars]

Iiiii... wave back and say 'hi' politely.

[Probably better not to risk pissing her off.]