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Happy Funtime Friend Adventures, Thursday

"So, uh. It's real, real hot out," Magnus said. Magnus was wearing swim shorts and some pauldrons. Because of course he was.

"And none of you are suitably attired for adventuring." Whereas, obviously she could take on the world with the handful of undergarments she still possessed and her agiels.

"Weapons! We mean weapons," Magnus said, showing off his axe. "Which'll help you decide what class you are."

"Nothing ends an adventuring party faster than its members not playing to their strengths." Cara, you were a dual wielding DPS under the mistaken impression you were a tank.

"So reach into this magic barrel that I found and get your weapon!"

This could only end with some tetanus.

Look, kids. It was much too hot for your teachers to come up with a better plan. Also Magnus was there.

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ROLL FOR TETNUS

Wayne, 6

Eleanor Shellstrop, 12

Nell Ingram, 3

Or melt. Melting was a valid option here.

Eleanor was now down to a swimsuit herself. It wasn't really one used for swimming and more for making a certain ex-boyfriend jealous so it was more uncomfortable than anything else.

However her main concern was this class... How the hell did she get in this class?

It'll be fun!

Wayne wasn't much of a weapons guy; he was really sort of an unarmed combat sort. So he figgured this would be pretty easy, considering he already came in with his weapons, and something like a pair of brass knuckles or the like felt kinda like cheatin'.

So that was easy...

"Whatja get? Is it cool?"

He could be a Monk with those brass knuckles, you know. Just be a monk, Wayne.

Wayne would absolutely be the Monk.

"Figgured," he said, lifting up his hands in fists, "ain't nothin' wrong with the weapons I was born with."

Especially not when he was unfortunateleh dressed showin' off pert'near all he was born with, too....He still didn't feel too comfortable with the idea of where these swim trunks might have been, but it was still better'n the alternative!

"Heck yeah!" Magnus said, immediately putting up a hand for a high-five. Monk/Fighter solidarity!

Wayne had been in enough of your classes, Magnus, that the hand got a bit of a dry look, but Wayne had also been raised right, and you didn't leave someone hanging unless they really earned it, so it was with some reluctance and a slight grumble that Wayne did, in fact, give him a high-five back.

Just the once. 'Cause he didn't want to be impolite.

Also because it would be like kicking a puppy, wouldn't it?

"I knew that magic barrel was a good idea." Was it really magic or was it just a barrel he jammed a bunch of weapons in?

"A magic barrel..."

Okay. Why not? Eleanor was more used to using insults as her weapons. Or mudballs as was the case yesterday.

Reaching in she pulled out a rather long weapon. It was a trident. One that looked like-

"A giant forking fork. Ha. Very funny island."

"Forking fork?" Magnus asked, frowning as he tried to puzzle together that adorably toned down curse. "Maybe you can be a gladiator of some kind! Or an aquatic themed superhero."

"Not forking."

Eleanor then made a rather lewd gesture with two hands that resembled...

"Foooorking. For whatever forking reason I can't forking curse here. Anyway, can't I just insult someone to death if I'm going to fight someone? I'm much better at that."

Let's face it Magnus. Vicious mockery is the best spell ever.

"Oh! Boning! Cool cool cool."

Thanks for clearing that up for him.

"That's a Bard thing. You wanna be a Bard?" He was judging you harshly for that, Eleanor. It would probably suit her pretty well, to be honest. It was just that Magnus' main experience with Bards involved HR.

Give her a break Magnus. Eleanor was never going her own truth and motivate people until after she died.

"Only bard I've had experience with set a forking tart on fire the other day," Eleanor said with a shrug. "But hey if I get to insult people? I'm game."

However if you throw a dragon in her path, Eleanor will more likely try to run away than try and seduce it.

YOU GOTTA SEDUCE EVERY MONSTER. IT WAS A RULE.

"Okay, we got a Bard and a Monk. That's the most healing I've ever had in any party I've been in."

Low, low bar.

SEDUCING MONSTERS IS A TROPE! NOT A RULE!

However it's Eleanor, so basically that might happen anyway.

"Healing? I have to heal people? Ugh. Fine. If I have to."

Sorry Magnus, Eleanor may be following the Merle Highchurch method of healing. Which is rarely.

DAMN IT, ELEANOR. DON'T BE A MERLE.

"It's part of the job!"

Wait. Unless you wanted a sick new plant arm. Did you want a sick new plant arm?

No plant arm for Eleanor. But she will attempt to cast spells well beyond her level, thank you very much.

"Am I getting paid to heal?"

That might change things.

"Well, you get paid in the loots." Always in the loots.

"I'm assuming that's actual 'loot' and nothing weird. Sounds good. I'm in," she said adjusting her suit. "What does a bard do anyway?"

Other than set fire to pear tarts.

"I mean, the only one I know is Brad and he's a major tool." That wasn't a class trait, that was a Brad trait. "Like. You can inspire people and stuff. Oh, there's that hideous laughter spell that Taako cast one time on some mannequins."

"Well I have known to inspire many many people."

Mostly to do bad things.

"And I don't know how tacos can cast spells but I'm down with it. Tacos are the best."

"He is pretty great," Magnus said, committed to the fiction that tacos did not exist in his world.

Wayne knew he probably shouldn't. But Wayne figgured he also couldn't quite stop himself. Blame the heat. Makin' his usual reserved self a jus' a bit irritable...

"Just think!" said Wayne, probably a bit louder'n entirely necessary, "about all those nice breakfasts you won't be eatin' with that fork, too."

That earned Wayne a look.

And because her usual insult didn't work the other day? She went with her gut.

"You what Wayne? I've changed my mind about you."

There was now a finger snap and a jutting chin in Wayne's direction. "You're ACIDIC!"

That probably wasn't a very potent insult.

"Okay, Eleanor," said Wayne, with a nod of his head and a consideration of this new and improved jab. "Eleanor, okay. Still wanna know what? Prob'ly better acidic than alkaline."

Was he puttin' the farm down on assuming Eleanor wouldn't know that alkaline and basic were about the same thing?

That's a Texas-sized 10-4, easily-angered good buddy.

Nell had used a bow before so she took the short bow. At least she knew she could use it well.

Who were there and far too hot for this.

I'm wearing as little as is legally allowed in public right now.

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