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WAAPT@tropi.us Legacy → WAAPT: In-Universe → Tabletop Night with Mew
-THE GREAT AND POWERFUL ALEXANDRINE IS-
Selene: Uh huh.
-Er, uh, yes. Selene flips through her papers before finding her Will save before rolling a D20.-
Selene: Rolled a sixteen, plus the five bonus from my wisdom and class base... Twenty one. Looks like Elune gives absolutely zero fucks.
Elune: *Sigh*
-Alright, Jason rolls...-
-One IRL rolls later-
Jason:Nat 20.
Verigan:You 'ear shomshing?
Honchcrow: <Hm...>
-He rolls a die-
<I get a... 12. What happens for that?>
Umm... with the satiation contentment bonus, your Aerodactyl feels only a little dread.
Bonfire: Tough luck, Noirs!
Er, Bonfire, she's a necromancer and your character's undead.
Bonfire: ...
According to the circumstance penalty, your character is paralyzed with terror.
Bonfire: Shucks.
"Oh no. I am very scared of Deli the Death Dealer. I will sit here with a Teddiursa and tremble. Tremble. Tremble."
...I hope you don't expect roleplaying XP for that.
-Ammy suceeds in the save-
Human!Ammy: My character backs off.
SMITEWOMAN THE MIGHTY FIRE SMITER: I've got my eye on you, zombie.
BartholeMew the half-demon wereboar: So what are you here for, Pennybags?
"Moon Demon": <Evarisch takes the drinks and the hint from the bartender. He stands up and heads to the table with the diplomatic approach of...> -- rolls a 1d6 -- <...huh, two. This might be ugly... ahem...>
-coughs-
<Evarisch says "I shall sing you two the song of my people".>
-Ammy's character backs off and the Moon Demon gives the otherworldly smoke equivalent of a chuckle.-
<Hey, at least he gets to stay alive. I think.> -- prepares to roll for a save, turns to the others. -- <Right?>
-in response to Noir's flair thing-
<Evarisch sprinkles...> -- rolls a 1d6, gets a 2 again, frowns-- <a bit of his drink on the next poster.>
-Blitz sits down at the table after getting shrodinger's snack-
"I, uh... Have no idea what's going on. So I I'll just say all the shouting wakes my character up from wherever he was napping"
-He scratches the back of his head-
"I guess?"
OK... and your character gets Vodka sprinkled on him by the bard, Blitz.
Uncle Pennybags: I came to this city to develop its economy and own it all.
So much cheap land, ripe for development! ...pity there are so many monsters roaming the streets, it's hard to investigate property sites.
BartholeMew: Perhaps we can find some peaceful way of convincing the monsters to lea-
SMITEWOMAN: I SHALL CLEANSE THE MONSTERS FROM THIS TOWN IN THE NAME OF THE FIRE GODDESS LADY TOASTY
Blitz: "Oh, right. I guess that means Ted the midget smells of gunpowder AND booze now"
Ted: "Oy, what did you do that for??
"Moon Demon": <Economy eh? I guess that rules out the tried and true approach of blasting things to smithereens. Like, say, a Moon.> -- shuffles. Somehow. For a smoke-kind-of-thing.
-in-session-
Evarisch the Wanderer Machingun Bard -to Ted: "My apologies, I guess the lady there struck me with her charms. May I compensate you with the rest of the drink, or something?"
-to the monsters stuff-
Evarisch: "Aaah, the uncultured lost areas of the everyday town. Truly, it would be a display of art and magnanimity to spread music and culture to the place." -- sips, points to the SMITEWOMAN. -- "Or exercising weapons a bit, I can adjust to that business model as well."
Noir: I have my Dahlia attack the shit out of Uncle Pennybags in frustration of not having everyone cower in fear towards her.
DAHLIA DA DEATHDEALER: FUK U AN FUK YUR PRPEPY CAPITALISZM
Selene: ~Hey, GM, could you add a protection modifier to Uncle Pennybags? I wanna Silent Cast a protection blessing on him, but I also don't want Miss Tentacles going after me.~
Elune: *Whisperwhispermumble*
Satele: ~Uh hey, great and powerful Prime, erm... I'm not too good at this... but, uh... I was wondering... could I, possibly, negotiate for my friend here, maybe for a spell or item or something so that she isn't stuck in a reversed moon/sun cycle that forces her to be a Clefable during the day? Her mood's starting to suffer.
Honchcrow: <Hm...>
<The Aerodactyl suddenly pipes up.>
Ghostus?: -yelling at the group, though not making it particualrly clear who he means- <HEY! YOU NEED SOME HELP?>
Ghostus: <...No. You are not using my voice for this.>
Honchcrow: <Darn...>
-Crow switches to a voice that's a mix of Ghostus' voice and Alpha's Mental voice-
Aerodactyl: <HEY! YOU NEED SOME HELP?>
-Ghostus notes the similarity, but decides not to comment-
Sigh, roll for attack... 14?! er... and roll for his defense...
2?! OK, add modifier...
*ahem* Uncle Pennybags is... er... wounded, and should probably, I dunno, get taken to the hospital?
The bartender demands Dahlia and SMITEWOMAN leave, gesturing to the exit door.
And the zombiezard, for good measure.
Bonfire: Hey! I didn't do anything in the last... twelve seconds...
-she throws cookies at Mew and Noir-
Ow!
GM Note To Satele: You mean for winning, or as a side deal..?
Selene: Uh oh.
-The woman from the corner moves to Pennybag's side and silently draws him over her shoulder.-
Selene: ~Mind if I Silent Cast a Heal spell to stabilize him?
Satele: ~Oh, hell. I don't even know HOW she would win, even with my help. Just... as a side thing. She's a Clefable, but can't be a Clefable at night. She's starting to get a little depressed.
-SMITEWOMAN grumbles and leaves-'
-BartholeMew starts tending to Pennybag's wounds with healing magic-
Evarisch: "Hmmm," notices that the bartender tells th Dahlia and the Smitewoman to GTFO, "yeah, that really would liven this place up. We all know the real action is also going to be outside."
Pennybags starts to recover.
Meanwhile, the patrons who have exited the bar find themselves on Mediterranean Avenue.
A sign reads "property for sale. 60gp."
GM Note To Satele: origin of her shifting?
Selene: ... This is all starting to look rather familiar...
Satele: ~That's, uh, kinda the weird part. Nobody's sure. We're pretty sure it's Obscuric, but... it's not like anything we've seen before. Not even like Miss Tentacles over there.
-Someone in the room feels vary naughty~-
Blitz: "I guess Ted will wander outside since that's where the action is going, staying well away from the zombie-Charizard"
Ted: "Huh, 60gp...?"
-Beat-
Blitz: "Oh... I see! Ted is totally buying Mediterranean Avenue now"
-He chuckles-
{I thought 1500 was a lot of starting gold for DnD...}
-The boy certainly hasn't noticed any impressions of someone feeling naughty yet. Unless you count Noir's attempts at in-game murder and domination-
OK, Ted gets the deed to Mediterranean Avenue...
Or at least, he can try. The deed is being held by a Displacer Beast bound to the property, so he'll need to catch that first.
Note to Satele: Well, what trade do you suggest?
-the Moon Demon produces his Displacer Beast piece-
"Moon Demon": <Here take this! I knew it would be handy! And I guess I could at least try be of help.>
-and gives it to Mew-
"Moon Demon": <Evarisch moves outside to sing a song that hopefully lures the demons zombies real estate loan sharks Displacer Beast>.
-SMITEWOMAN attempts to SMITE the Displacer Beast as soon as it comes out.-
BartholeMew: Are you all right, Pennybags?
-Crow feels the naughtiness, but elects not to comment on it yet-
Honchcrow: <Okay, hm... I came up with something that contradicts what I said earlier, but since no one reacted to it, it might be better to ignore it.>
<Anyway...>
<The Aerodactyl watches the sudden brawl scene and chuckles a bit. The peoplemons who came in here were certainly silly sometimes.>
<But....>
<What this Uncle Pennybags was describing... Cheap land, development... He really did need help if he was thinking like that.>
<The monsters around here were a bit... hostile at times, yeah, but this town wouldn't be what it is without it. Least of all a good hunting ground.>
<And from the looks of it, a lot of the people here seemed to buy into this...>
<...What did that woman who attacked him... Dahlia Eisdiele, was it... call it?>
<'Prpepy Capitaliszm' or something?>
<And the ones who ascribed to such beliefs.... She called them 'Preps'?>
<Hm... These Preps and their Prpepy Capitaliszm could pose a danger to this town's well being...>
<But... they hopefully won't do much. This town's survived worse.>
<Might be fun to watch, though...>
<And Dahlia seems to be on the town's side, even if she is a bit... frightening.>
<But, hey, peoplemons have said the same thing about him, so who is he to judge?>
<The Aerodactyl decides to head back to his dwelling for a bit to get stuff so he can watch the preps better.>
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