Dice and Danger! [Thurs, 2nd Period]

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara had a sheaf of stained paper that smelled very strongly of rum with her today. "Vicious mockery," she said. "Apparently bards get the best spells."

"How is that a spell?" Jane asked, frowning at her book on the matter. "That just seems mean."

"It makes your words do more than hurt their feelings." Just because Cara hadn't tortured anyone in years...because it was wrong, didn't mean she couldn't see the applications there.

"Apparently it causes psychic damage," Jane added, still frowning. Because that was just too spot on, WotC. And rude. "We thought it would be a good spell for you all to try out, but now I'm a little worried."

"That's what these are for," Cara said, waving the paper. "Since you still have to live with each other, I raided the radio archives, barely anyone mentioned in these is still on the island, and those of us who have should have thicker skins by now."

Somewhere... Anakin was worried.

"Well, I guess that works..." Take it and run, Cara. She was weak!

"Everyone take a random page of notes, and see what you can come up with." Was Cara giving away her radio process here? Maybe.