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If you don't like rock 'n' roll
Who: Eddie, Tim, you
What:Ā Open Dungeons and Dragons time (no knowledge of D&D necessary)
When:Ā April, before Easter
Where:Ā Marche du Lac (if Tim got the permission)
{ Note: This post can be used as a free for all event type situation and tags can be made amongst yourselves, not just for Tim and Eddie! }
Before D&D
[ Maybe you received a letter slipped under your door. Maybe your invitation was by word of mouth, or maybe you spotted a flyer on the community message board, so big and bold that itās practically screaming at you.
Either way, the message is loud and clear: Dungeons and Dragons is happening at MarchĆ© du Lac, and regardless of whether youāve met Eddie or Tim, youāve been invited. After all, too many players is a better problem to have than too few.
The whole thing is kind of slimmer pickings than Eddie is used to. Thereās no goblets full of sugary beverages or an assortment of chips, but with the Aurora blazing overhead, there is popcorn courtesy of Tim. Maybe you were nice and brought something to share. It would be appreciatedābut food is not the focus of this meeting.
Eddie is practically guarding the door, but it isnāt to keep others out. Tim is a flight risk, and heās not taking any chances on losing his only opportunity to actually play the game. As people enter, he bows deeply and shoves a character sheet into the hands of newbies. Those who have played in Eddieās previous campaigns are greeted with a bright grin and also provided sheets should they wish to begin anew. ]
Welcome, weary travelers. Yes, Iām back. Yes, I rememberā¦most of you.
[ Listen, some of you are just new faces to him. It canāt be helped. ]
Now, the wind has changed direction since our last meeting, and, uhā¦I will not be the leader of your adventure this evening. That honor goes to young Timothy over there. But if you need help with character sheets and math, Iām here to provide. House rules apply, so if youāve ever picked up a handbook in your life, forget you ever did. And if youād be so kind, you can do me a favor and make sure Tim doesnāt try to slip out, ākay? āKay.
D&D
[ Itās very difficult to thread out an actual campaignābelieve me, Iāve tried, but please consider this a wildcard prompt for any in-campaign shenanigans that might have occurred. Snapshots sof the game, questions, arguments, accidentally hitting your DM in the face with the dice, unprecedented bathroom breaks that draw the game to a stop, you name it. Spectators are also welcome! The prompt is you oyster, and there are no rules here. ]
Mingling
[ All in all, the campaign goes well enough. Perhaps there were a few stumbles, but Tim did not run off andEddie did not backseat DM (but god, he wanted to), and if you stick around, thereās plenty of time for mingling in the aftermath. Talk amongst yourselves
If you want Eddie, he is decidedly not mingling. Not really, at least. He seems almost renewed by the fact that he actually got to play a game and wasnāt stuck DMing, and heās already back at the table with a handful of popcorn, scribbling ideas for his next campaign in a notebook. ]
What:Ā Open Dungeons and Dragons time (no knowledge of D&D necessary)
When:Ā April, before Easter
Where:Ā Marche du Lac (if Tim got the permission)
{ Note: This post can be used as a free for all event type situation and tags can be made amongst yourselves, not just for Tim and Eddie! }
Before D&D
[ Maybe you received a letter slipped under your door. Maybe your invitation was by word of mouth, or maybe you spotted a flyer on the community message board, so big and bold that itās practically screaming at you.
Either way, the message is loud and clear: Dungeons and Dragons is happening at MarchĆ© du Lac, and regardless of whether youāve met Eddie or Tim, youāve been invited. After all, too many players is a better problem to have than too few.
The whole thing is kind of slimmer pickings than Eddie is used to. Thereās no goblets full of sugary beverages or an assortment of chips, but with the Aurora blazing overhead, there is popcorn courtesy of Tim. Maybe you were nice and brought something to share. It would be appreciatedābut food is not the focus of this meeting.
Eddie is practically guarding the door, but it isnāt to keep others out. Tim is a flight risk, and heās not taking any chances on losing his only opportunity to actually play the game. As people enter, he bows deeply and shoves a character sheet into the hands of newbies. Those who have played in Eddieās previous campaigns are greeted with a bright grin and also provided sheets should they wish to begin anew. ]
Welcome, weary travelers. Yes, Iām back. Yes, I rememberā¦most of you.
[ Listen, some of you are just new faces to him. It canāt be helped. ]
Now, the wind has changed direction since our last meeting, and, uhā¦I will not be the leader of your adventure this evening. That honor goes to young Timothy over there. But if you need help with character sheets and math, Iām here to provide. House rules apply, so if youāve ever picked up a handbook in your life, forget you ever did. And if youād be so kind, you can do me a favor and make sure Tim doesnāt try to slip out, ākay? āKay.
D&D
[ Itās very difficult to thread out an actual campaignābelieve me, Iāve tried, but please consider this a wildcard prompt for any in-campaign shenanigans that might have occurred. Snapshots sof the game, questions, arguments, accidentally hitting your DM in the face with the dice, unprecedented bathroom breaks that draw the game to a stop, you name it. Spectators are also welcome! The prompt is you oyster, and there are no rules here. ]
Mingling
[ All in all, the campaign goes well enough. Perhaps there were a few stumbles, but Tim did not run off andEddie did not backseat DM (but god, he wanted to), and if you stick around, thereās plenty of time for mingling in the aftermath. Talk amongst yourselves
If you want Eddie, he is decidedly not mingling. Not really, at least. He seems almost renewed by the fact that he actually got to play a game and wasnāt stuck DMing, and heās already back at the table with a handful of popcorn, scribbling ideas for his next campaign in a notebook. ]
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[ He grins and dips into a slight bow. That's him. He's the outsider and the loser. ]
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And hey, I'd rather be an outsider. Most of the cool kids are the proper losers.
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[ He rolls his eyes, tone deadpan. ]
Next you're going tot ell me Metallica is wildly popular too.
[ Well, you see... ]
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Oh, mate. They're legendary. Like, one of the most famous bands of all time.
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But he canāt say that heās surprised. So he doesnāt argue, but he looks thoughtful for a moment, mulling over the implications of one of the most famous bands of all time. ]
ā¦Sell outs?
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Nah, not at all. [Well. As long as he and Eddie don't have different definitions of that.] Some of their best stuff came out after I died, and they were already huge then. Snuck into a show in London in '92, it was wicked. And they're still touring now, even though they're all geezers.
Lot of my favorite bands though, from back then? Don't exist anymore. Couldn't even listen to 'em without my old cassettes. [Which he did try to steal from his parents' house after the funeral, but ghost hands have a learning curve.] So rich and famous ain't all bad.
omg did u rly think u just had no tags all this time
[ He gestures around the room. He is very much not anywhere close to a major city anymore. He's not even sure the rest of the world knows this tiny frozen town even exists.
Got a bit sidetracked.
[ Chances are, it wouldn't have happened anyway. He doesn't know what really happened when fate intervened and bought him here. He could still be bleeding out in an alternate dimension, or he could be alive and well on his way to a prison cell. He doesn't love either outcome, but at least he can live with the knowledge that Metallica are legends and not sell outs.
The Napster thing tho...He doesn't fail to catch before I died, though. He eyes Charles with uncertainty. Is it rude to ask? He's going to ask anyway. ]
When did you die?
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1989. December. [Right between his birthday and Christmas, because he's a lucky son of a- not a bitch. He'd never say that about his mother.] Been haunting London ever since.
[This is punctuated by a spooky little waggle of his fingers, and then a reach for the popcorn bowl.]
'Til I popped in here last September, at least. [Around a mouthful of popcorn, now.] First time in Canada.
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Though if heād been a 90s kid, he definitely would have used Napster. ]
That sucks, man. Good place to haunt?
[ If heād run into Charles sooner, he might have more questions, but his best friend her is a literal zombie. This is an old hat. ]
London, I mean. Canadaā¦
[ He snorts and gives the area a vague gesture. This is the only piece of Canada heās been exposed to, okay. It could all be like this for all he knows. ]āØāØ
Well, I wanna say you could have gotten much worse, but, uhā¦
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Yeah, London's pretty sweet. Haven't even started to run out of shit to do. [Even with far more time and access than most people, given that he doesn't sleep and doesn't need to use money.] Me and my best mate run a detective agency, so it's always something different.
[Talking about it in present tense is starting to feel off, in an awful way that tugs at his stomach, but he can't imagine switching to past, even after eight months with no hope of escape.]
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Ghost detective agency. Canāt lie, kind of genius. Are you Holmes or Watson?
[ Insert a photo of a phone charger here. ]
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[His phone is getting so fucking analyzed, bro.]
My partner, Edwin? He's a total genius. Science, books, magic, everything. He's got this whole library in our office and has, like, every page memorized. Sort of makes you feel like a dolt hanging around someone like that, don't it? He's always telling me I'm brilliant, though.
[Just normal BFF gushing, don't mind him.]
You got any friends like that?
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[ He snorts, and in spite of his tone and less-than-flattering language, itās clear that thereās a lot of fondness there. He talks about them in the same way an older brother would talk about a younger sibling. His little group of Hellfire freshmen are all smarter than he could ever hope to be, and he feels a certain sort of pride about that. Theyāre all good kids. ]
Likeāsmartass geniuses who are really into computers and science and shit that I canāt even wrap my mind around. One of them has this radio he made to talk to his girlfriend in Utah or something? Pretty sure she doesnāt even exist but, uh, the radio sure does.
[ He misses those little shits big time. ]
They donāt tell me Iām brilliant though. Of course.
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[Without being, like, an engineer or something. Not that he knows anything about engineering, either. He's good at working with his hands, but not that good.]
Don't knock the girlfriend, though! If I met a girl who'd made her own one, I'd be right impressed. Bloke too, I guess. [An awkward little snort, and a nose twitch.] My best friend's a bit of an Einstein, and he could be going off on a date every night if he wanted. Good job for me that he doesn't.
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[ Kids, man. Heās surrounded by kids who are smarter than him and any actual adults he knowsāyou know, the ones who donāt live off of cereal and Mountain Dew. It must be something in the water. Thereās no reason for them all to be that smart. ]
Dude, he claims sheās like, Mormon or something. Jesus freak who just happens to be just as freaky mega genius as him? Tell me that doesnāt sound made up.
[ Okay but heās very fond of this kid clearly and this is all in good humor. ]
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[Or maybe it's just an American thing.]
And I went to bloody Catholic school, mate. I know Jesus freaks. They come in all shapes and sizes.
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[ Itās definitely an American thing, though Eddie has never really thought about it much. I mean, Mormons all live in Utah, right? States away from Indianaā¦heās actually never met one, just heard about them. Mostly from Dustin. ]
Alright, well Iā
[ He points to himself enthusiastically. ]
Am a faithless heathen and Iām just sayingā¦I literally donāt have faith this Jesus girlfriend of his is real.
[ Good jokeā¦ ]
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I'd love to be a faithless heathen. Going to Hell changed that a bit.