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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

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"You can do that?" Squall asked, confused.

Re: Tavern: Get Your Mission

[glacial_queen]

"That's how tithes work," Karla said with a nod. "You come in and order something and they deduct it out of the tithes they owe."

Oh, the privileges of being a Queen. Err, a paladin.

Re: Tavern: Get Your Mission

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"So you're... an alcoholic tax collector? How does that even make sense?"

Re: Tavern: Get Your Mission

[glacial_queen]

"I go around and collect things for the order," Karla explained. Duh, Squall. "I can take it in coin or goods. Like alcohol!"