fandomhigh | A New You, Tuesday, Period Two

Today's class was not in a sewer! Weren't you all so pleased? Instead, it was above the ground, in the city, and you were all set up in a nice little tavern, with all manner of tavern patrons minding their own business, enjoying their drinks. Fjord was behind the bar, quietly wondering to himself if there was anything to the drinks that were back there. They sure as hell looked and smelled real enough...

He'd be disappointed.

"When last we saw our... heroes..." He cast a faintly dubious look at the lot. "... They had been told by Shovels the kobold that the reason they had been committing the dastardly act of digging holes in the dirt was so that they could set traps to keep the gnolls from adjacent cave systems from raiding their homes and eating their children. Yelden noted that the best solution overall would be to assist the kobolds, to help them keep their children safe. Some of you thought... otherwise."

It was amazing just how properly scathing a drawl could be when saying just that one word.

"It's been several weeks and none of you have heard a single damn thing from the kobolds since the sewers were sealed off, preventing them from escaping. The farmer on the outskirts of town is damn pleased with the results, though a few locals had begun complaining about strange sounds from below in the dark of night. Loud yipping noises, barking, snarling... Those noises only lasted a handful of days. Kobolds are small and crunchy and quite possibly taste good with ketchup, after all."

You were all monsters.

"Tonight, you're just enjoying a drink. Nobody in the tavern seems to be paying you any attention. Sit, talk, get to know one another. Discuss any plans you might have had going forward, back before you all got saddled with one another."

Sure, folks, you go right ahead and trust that.

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Lana Beniko

Prompto Argentum

Keyleth

So, this setup looks nice, right? Comfy tavern, a few random folks minding their own business enjoying drinks... Your teacher possibly judging that 'seal the tunnels and let the kobolds and gnolls sort themselves out' plan a little, Jatila.

What could possibly go wrong?

Jatila was utterly unrepentant. What had those kobolds ever done for her?

Oh, man. Prompto sort of felt bad even when he had to kill things in regular video games; the guilt he was feeling right now over this was pretty intense. Yeah, yeah, yeah, he was supposed to be pretending to be a different person that he wasn't normally, but he was starting to think Seros was kind of a jerk for not really doing anything to stop this, and he was starting to not like the guy a few weeks ago, but now he was pretty set in his belief.

Buuuuut....wasn't that the point? Was it the point? He didn't know. All he knew was he felt bad, and Seros should feel bad, too, because didn't he have that whole betrayal backstory, and then he went and betrayed all those poor little kobolds by not standing up for them?

Hmmmm. Maybe Seros needed a nice kick in the pants to turn a new leaf. Maybe Seros needed a little bit more Prompto. Because Prompto didn't think he wanted a whole lot more of Seros.

...he was also probably thinking about this stuff way too much, but whatever. It was technically sort of a video game. Obsessing over video games was kind of his jam.

Keyleth was still working on the whole roleplay aspect of this setup, because the way she was sitting at the table with her face in her hands was just as much her as it was Yelden. Figuring out how to play alignments was hard, and she was annoyed with herself for not having her character stand up to the others more on the matter, and also annoyed with herself for not being sure if that was the way she was supposed to be playing a more neutral character, and . . . ugh.

She was just going to order another drink and beat herself up over this some more, okay?

Get to know your fellow adventurers! See if they have any interesting goals going forward! Discuss whether you'd like to assist in those goals. Just drink depressingly non-alcoholic ale. Prod at the other folks drinking here. Torment your faintly exasperated half-orc bartender. You do you.

Jatila was eyeing the people she'd ended up with, wondering if they were worth getting to know.

"....so," said Seros, who was definitely way more Prompto this week than last, even with the very Seros futile attempt to flip his long hair out of his eyes and maintain a very serious and brooding expression, "anyone know any good jokes?"

He was the Lighten Up The Mood guy! It's just what he did! He felt really, really bad about fake monsters he'd never even heard of before that weren't even real!

About halfway through the class period, from outside, there suddenly arose a ruckus the likes of which hadn't yet been heard in this damn class. People screaming in the streets, the clashing sound of swords, the high-pitched giggling hyena sounds of gnolls...

What came through the tavern door was not gnolls. It was a trio of brightly colored, anthropomorphic dinosaurs, wearing piecemeal armor and splattered in blood and viscera. The big purple one, flanked by a smaller green one and a medion-sized yellow one, looked around the tavern with hunger in his eyes, gave another gnollish cackle, and then launched himself at the nearest table with a bloodthirsty, "I love you!"

Fjord's brow creased. That... wasn't what he'd attempted to program into the danger shop this morning, but... fine... he'd roll with that.

So, folks, as Barney rips a man limb from limb at the nearest table and a handful of Baby Bops and BJs ransack the town outside, what... do you do?

Jatila eyed those...things. Then raised her hands to hit them with lightning, remembered she wasn't Lana, and jumped over the bar to hide behind it.

Well, that was...unexpected. And oddly disturbing, for something that he figured was supposed to be cute in a way, from someone whose childhood involved a very awkward anthroporphic crow. But it was clearly out for carnage and blood, and so Seros figured he'd better get some use out of those ice spells of his and at least try to do a little bit of damage from a distance before some of the more capable fighters were able to step in.

Hoping the more capable fighters were able to step in.

Hooboy.

. . . yeah, don’t mind Yelden, or Keyleth for that matter, just pulling out her morningstar and starting to whale on the big purple dinosaur while yelling in a tight, strained, and faintly hysterical tone, “That is NOT how you express love! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

She had some frustrations to work out here.

Jatila peeked out from behind the bar, watched for a moment, then bellowed at the assorted people there, "Five credits on her to win this!"

He's not even paying attention to what was intended to be a gnoll attack. He's just pouring himself one of those disappointing drinks and facepalming.

Edited 2019-02-05 12:08 (UTC)

If she's returned from her wanderings yet!

Obviously these guys are re-skins of the gnolls. Fjord's roll this morning while programming the Danger Shop was... not great.

If you need a Barney, Baby Bop, or BJ to play against, tag me down here. Otherwise just feel free to mod them running around the tavern, burning down parts of town, dragging people away in the streets, probably to eat them...

You know, regular Barney the Dinosaur stuff.

A New You, Tuesday, Period Two

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