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Okay. The world was maybe almost over. Topher was more than a little freaked.

So out came the dice and the cape, and after making a quick annoucement, he set up at a toadstool with some character sheets for some pre-apocalyptic Dungeons and Dragons.

Kid had priorities.

[[OCD is up! Yep, idea stolen from Buffy 7x22, "Chosen." Anyone can play, and if you want to ICly be talked into it, lemme know and I'll have Topher get naggy. I have an AIM chat for this if you wanna pop in -- rpwithinanrpyegods. Have fun!

OH, and a million thanks to

glacial_witch,

brat_intraining,

harpy_daughter and most especially

not_a_parakeet for humoring me and teaching me how this works. YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST AND I LOVE YOU.]]

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"... It's sad that that's so true," Jono allowed, letting that Poccylips comment breeze on by as he accepted the offered cracker, and then, because it was some kind of unwritten fact of natural law, he went rummaging through his pockets to see if he had some rogue chocolate left over from yesterday's battle. "So, is Dazzler about to try to charisma Thorgabella out of her table-throwing fit?"

He was not going to admit that he was sort of enjoying this. Ever.

"Booo, start a bar fight like everyone else!"

"Exactly," Topher agreed. "There's some kind of quest that everyone has to figure out how to resolve. I'll... probably come up with that in the next few minutes."

Look, he was a think-on-his-feet kind of guy.

"Yes, she's going to sing a song to soothe the savage beast." A beat. "It's by ABBA."

Oh god, stop him. STOP HIM, JONO.

"You can dance
You can jive
Having the time of your life..."

"Oh, hey," Topher said, perking up a little. "Nope! I brought it from home just for D&D and I haven't gotten to use it yet, so I decided now's the time."

"Istroi Ak," Natalie read aloud (though mostly to hersefl) once she'd picked a sheet from the pile. "Elf druid, chaotic neutral. Okay."

Why was she doing this?

"But bar fights destroy drinks," Tyrion mock glared. "Fine, fine. Malkym scoops up the bottles behind the bar, stores them safely, and then goes to punch ... someone Dazzler tells him to punch."

"Better?"

Jono was going to just be a moment. His jaw had fallen open somewhere in there, and now he was staring.

Oh god. It was singing at him. Make it stop.

"... I think we're going to have to roll to see if it works," he offered, weakly.

"Well, it's not as if any of us can exactly go for a walk to take in the air," Tyrion decided. "I'll play."

"All while Dazzler is singing to Thorgabella," Deadpool added. "God, that name is terrible. Why would anyone name their child that? It's cruel."

"Roll what now?"

"One of the dice...?"

Look, Jono had no idea how this worked. At all. But he did finally manage to find a fun-sized Mars bar in his pocket, and held it out for Jan.

"Or we could flip a coin."

"Binky the Gnome Illusionist?" Jack questioned/protested. "Oh come on!"

"Istroi isn't going to start a barfight," Natalie stated, side-eyeing the others. A little.

Especially you, Jan. You and your bows.

"He's gonna... I don't know. He'd want to know what the reward is."

"They're barbarians," Tyrion said helpfully. "Literally, I mean. Perhaps they thought it the loveliest name ever."

He shrugged. "Though there's not much to be said for Dazzler, either."

"I order Binky a shot glass of ale," Jack said frowning at his character sheet. "I think that's the only amount of alcohol a gnome can handle."

"I guess there's not much else to do at the moment..." Billy said, wondering if there was, and he just hadn't noticed yet. "I should have known you'd be into something like this."

"You look like an idiot."

Saving Topher hadn't brought Karla any closer to liking him.

"Oh, and you're in a cape."

She thought she was funny.

Squall wandered over with his gunblade, and then glared at Topher. "Oh. Not real dragons."

Jan beamed over at her, offering a fist full of slightly crushed crackers. AS A REWARD.

"Whoo!" Yes, Tyrion, your agreeing to play merited a sarcastic little fist-pump in the air. "Okay, go! Assemble!"

Jan snatched that candy out of his hand and rushed to open it behind Deadpool in an instant. "Jan, be polite even though he's an X-Men."

A beat. "Are these dice also used as projectile weapons?"

Somewhere behind him there was a mumbled, "Thank you."

"She dazzles people! With her disco and roller skates."

No, those were equipable shoes. Did Topher want to call him on it, though?

"Hey, D&D's awesome," Topher insisted, grinning. "You should play! It'll be cool."

"You look dumb," Topher retorted. "And also you have blonde hair."

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