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[dollpocalypse]

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.]]

Comments

Re: Tavern: Get Your Mission

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"Um," Jack said peering at his character sheet. "She's two feet tall."

...

"She?"

Re: Tavern: Get Your Mission

[halfman-lion.livejournal.com]

"Ah." Tyrion was inclined to let things lie there, really.

Re: Tavern: Get Your Mission

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Um. What do you have?"

Jack might not have gotten the hint.

Re: Tavern: Get Your Mission

[halfman-lion.livejournal.com]

Well, given Tyrion was considerably over two feet tall -- twice as tall, in fact -- he was willing to accept Jack's estimate of the drinking abilities of a person of that size. (Though he doubted someone that big could walk properly, but never mind that.)

"A human rogue," he said. "Big fellow. Strong. None too bright."