fandomhigh | A New You, Tuesday, Period Two

So, the good news? Today, the Danger Shop seemed to be more or less cooperating with Fjord.

The bad news? Students were stepping into it, and directly into a jail cell. The bars looked sturdy, there was a window to the outside world a little too high up the wall to be convenient, and your jailer, an aging human gentleman who was seated across the room with a hawkish look in his eye and a crossbow in his hands, didn't look terribly thrilled to be there with them.

Fjord was at least kind enough to be on the inside of the bars with the students for this lecture. Didn't want to trip too many concerns right off the bat, did he?

"Congratulations," he informed the group once they all settled in. "You seem to have been arrested." He looked them all over and smirked faintly. "Today, you'll be meeting your companions for the first time. Whatever landed you here, from being caught for an actual crime to simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time is going to be up to you, but I'd love for you to share what that reason was with me, if not with the class, so that I know what I'm working with going forward. What I'd like from today is twofold, but the direction this takes is, of course, going to be up to you. First, you'll have to get to know one another, at least enough to figure out how to put your classmates' talents and your own to use in this situation. Second, you'll have to get the hell out of here. Whether y'all stage a jailbreak or try to find a more legitimate means of egress is going to be left up to you. You've got the means of getting out of here one way or another between you."

He spread his hands, and then grinned and stepped backwards through the bars as if they were simply mist. This wasn't a Fjord trick so much as a ~~good roll to see if the Danger Shop was cooperating this morning~~ quirk of the program to allow him to follow the group wherever today took them, but damn if it wasn't fun to do.

"So... Jatila, Yelden, Seros, Kriv, Edor, and..." He waved vaguely at Trevor. "Chevy." This was what happened when you didn't give him a name, Trevor. "What do you do?"

[OOC: Open! With the mother of all OOC comments below for Prompto and Nina, mostly!]

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Not that Keyleth wasn't already tall, but Yelden, the tan firbolg leaning up against the wall wearing what looked like a dark green tunic on underneath a suit of scale mail, was close to eight feet in height and about 280 pounds, with a short, curly mop of dark brown hair atop her head and greenish-yellow eyes.

(And not that Keyleth knew this, but starting off this in-class adventure with a trip to jail? Was going to be useful life experience for later.)

She was pacing the length of the cell, probably stepping over people here and there, and trying to remind herself that she couldn't just turn into a rat and slip through the bars to go find the key, or try to see if she could use magic to start digging a tunnel, even if that was her first instinct.

Oh, maybe this character class had been a mistake. She had no idea what to do here.

"Someone could maybe get up on my shoulders to see if they can take a look at the window?" she suggested after a moment. "But we should probably distract the guy out there at the same time, too."

She really wanted to be doing the distraction, but no, she'd had to go and play against type.

(It was fine, Keyleth, you could just think of it as training for when you figure out how to turn into an earth elemental later.)

[[It is definitely going to be SP from me, I'm sorry.]]

Hm. Well, the tall one did have a point. Jatila could try convincing him, and if that didn't work, she'd be a distraction.

"I'm on it," she said, giving them all a winning smile and going to talk to the jailer.

The jailer, an elderly human man who was cradling a crossbow in his lap and sitting in a creaky wooden chair across the room, far out of the reach of anyone in the jail cell, simply raised an eyebrow at the Yuan-Ti as she made her way toward the bars.

And then he spat on the floor. Maybe because he didn't realize there wasn't a spitoon there to spit into. Maybe he was just rude. Who knew?

Well, that was certainly...something.

Jatila ignored it and smiled at him. "Could you please tell me what I'm being held for? I really don't think I belong here. I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding."

[My very first roll with new dice, eee! 14, nomal cha modifier is +2, but I have +4 Deception or Persuasion)]

The old man squinted. And then leaned forward and squinted a little bit more.

And then, in a squawking voice that could have made nails on chalkboard sound pleasant, he screeched, "EH? YOU'LL 'AVE TER SPEAK UP, MISSY."

... Sorry, Jatilla. But not that sorry.

...could Lana just lightning her way out of here?

No, no - she was being Jatila. Who didn't have lightning. Or the ability to just pull the guy over and take his keys.

She spoke a bit louder. "I think I'm here because of a misunderstanding. Could you please let me out? Or tell me who I need to speak to in order to get out?"

The guard squinted. And then leaned forward a little bit more.

"The orc's got the gout?" He turned a speculative look toward a vaguely bemused Fjord. "Naw, naw, see over there, 'E looks fine ter me!"

Jatila sighed. "Well," she told the others, "the good news is, I don't think you'll need much distraction."

"Yes, yes, it could be an allergic reaction!"

Thank you, jailer.

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