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Everyone in the class would have gotten ~~handwavey~~ notices this morning instructing them to convene at the usual room in the Community Center to get into costume, and further instructions would come from there.

Once they got to the Community Center classroom, they'd see the large handwritten sign on mock parchment posted at the front table, reading:
Once properly garbed, proceed to the royal festival grounds*.

* - The park picnic area. Stay in character from this point on!

The 'royal festival grounds,' once they arrived, would prove to be a mess: tankards and plates scattered everywhere, (plastic, if anyone checked) food knocked every which way, and the fallen remnants of streaamers, torn into pieces and trampled into the grass. A few ~~NPC~~ people were sprawled around the area , whimpering and otherwise feigning injury. A figure came lurching toward them: Steph, in a very swashbuckler-like outfit, holding the hilt of a broken rapier in one hand and clutching her side with the other hand.

"Ah, adventurers -- and just in time, too! It seems brigands have made off with the royal treasure that was to be given out as prizes for the winners of the tournament. I tried my best to stop them, but I was sorely outnumbered." She gestured to the area around them -- and several sets of tracks that seemed to head in the direction of the duck pond. "Think some of you can chase them down for me, eh? And then some of these fine folk here will need some help getting back on their feet, if you're so inclined."

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That was diabolical, Vi.

"I mean..." Steph blinked a couple of times and shook her head, grinning sheepishly. "Shut up, you dork. I'll be fine."

She indicated the fake bloodstain on the left side of her shirt.

"My wounds are dire but fake anyway, I assure you."

It was also a safe joke because obviously Steph didn't want that either. Obviously.

"You can't blame a girl for wanting to check, you were very dramatic."

Well, obviously not. Vi was just being hilarious.

"Oh, was I?" asked Steph. "I was thinking of fainting elegantly into someone's arms first, and then coming back to consciousness to deliver that speech, but I thought it might be a little bit much."

She had a comedic gift.

"And you'd have had to trust whoever that was not to have dropped you," Vi pointed out.

"And bards aren't exactly known for being the muscle of the group," Steph retorted, smirking, and nodded in Yang's direction. "Probably would've had to faint on the barbarian over there."

And because they were just joking around, Vi didn't fight down a quick, irrational flash of jealousy. "Yeah, everyone knows bards have noodle arms."

"But also a healing touch." Steph wasn't trying to reassure Vi of anything there. Why would she need to? "Not usually a barbarian's forte."

Even if she had met Yasha, it wasn't like Yasha ever used that healing on anyone but Beau anyway.

Also Vi would (once she'd actually met her) totally understand swooning into Yasha's arms.

And since she didn't need reassuring for any completely irrational and selfish feelings, she didn't relax before she shot Steph another grin. "But do they have healing touch, or do they just tell the cute girls that?"

Yasha just had the kind of arms people wanted to swoon into, much to her own dismay.

"More like a healing song," Steph conceded, "but if you're gonna do that, might as well make it an up close and personal performance, right?"

Yeah, yeah, the whole point was that bards tended to have ranged healing instead of touch-based, but pfft.

And Vi was going to take Steph's word for how most roleplaying things worked anyway...

"A private performance if you will," she said. "Purely to make sure there's nothing missed."

"Makes sense, doesn't it?" Steph asked lightly. "How else is someone going to heal you with music if they don't make sure you know they're playing or singing just for you?"

Look, Steph actually was (partly) still talking about her interpretation of game mechanics, okay?

"It can feel like that anyway." Still totally speaking about the game, for real. "But it's nice to have confirmation."

"As the game master here, that's my ruling on the matter," Steph declared, grinning. "Did you have any other concerns?"

"Oh, none, I'd never argue with the game master." Lies.

Steph just crossed her arms, raised her eyebrows, and looked at Vi.

"If I agreed with them that is."

"Yeah, right," Steph scoffed, laughing. "You'd argue just to give me a hard time."

Butter wouldn't melt in Vi's mouth. "So maybe I like to keep you on your toes."

Steph feigned shock, but with obvious sarcasm. "Never would have noticed."

"It's good for you." Yes, Steph, she was being a little shit for your benefit, yep.

Steph's smile was absolutely devious this time.

"I'm going to make sure I remember that the next time we have a game night."

Was Vi intimidated by that? No. Should she have been? Probably.

"Bring it."

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