If you don't like rock 'n' roll

[satanicpanics]

Who: Eddie, Tim, you
What: Open Dungeons and Dragons time (no knowledge of D&D necessary)
When: April, before Easter
Where: 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 it’s practically screaming at you.

Either way, the message is loud and clear: Dungeons and Dragons is happening at Marché du Lac, and regardless of whether you’ve met Eddie or Tim, you’ve 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. There’s 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 appreciated—but food is not the focus of this meeting.

Eddie is practically guarding the door, but it isn’t to keep others out. Tim is a flight risk, and he’s 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 Eddie’s previous campaigns are greeted with a bright grin and also provided sheets should they wish to begin anew. ]

Welcome, weary travelers. Yes, I’m back. Yes, I remember…most of you.

[ Listen, some of you are just new faces to him. It can’t be helped. ]

Now, the wind has changed direction since our last meeting, and, uh…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, I’m here to provide. House rules apply, so if you’ve ever picked up a handbook in your life, forget you ever did. And if you’d be so kind, you can do me a favor and make sure Tim doesn’t try to slip out, ‘kay? ‘Kay.


D&D

[ It’s very difficult to thread out an actual campaign—believe me, I’ve 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, there’s 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 wasn’t stuck DMing, and he’s already back at the table with a handful of popcorn, scribbling ideas for his next campaign in a notebook. ]

Comments

[solitarysoul]

"Well, its like playing pretend, but not for little kids. So you decide what happens but you don't have to act it out." Just describe it, though he tends to rely on the DM for that.

"You could probably play too, if you want." He...probably couldn't explain it, though.

roasting tim while he's at it!!

[flambeaux]

Louis gives him a dubious look.

"I--ah--no. No thank you," he declines quickly. "Even when I did play table games, it was mostly for the conversation, not the game."

He thinks Lestat might enjoy acting out the parts, but then again it might be less bothersome to simply read out a closet drama. If a roll of the dice can tell him no, he might find it annoying.

"The, uh, DM seems to like it when people get into character. Maybe then he's not the only clown..."

i'd say "poor tim" but he probably deserves it

[solitarysoul]

Levi shrugs. "You don't have to. I just found it more interesting than doing nothing or playing solitaire or whatever."

"are you winning, son" father of the year

[flambeaux]

Claudia would play solitaire. Louis remembers the cards scattered across the table after she disappeared. Louis steadfastly does not play solitaire.

"I'm not doin' nothin'. I'm mindin' the store while you fight dragons or whatever. Are you winnin', by the way?"

[solitarysoul]

He considers for a moment. "I don't think its a game you win, not like poker or dice or something. We just get our characters to survive and do whatever task or story we're supposed to do." A beat. "I guess we won the last fight?"

[flambeaux]

"If... I understand correctly, you win if you don't die. But even then..."

Let's just say the concept of liches freaks him out a little.

"I suppose what I mean to say is, are you accomplishin' the goals you set out to do? Is the story turnin' out to your likin'?"

[solitarysoul]

"Um, I dunno. I'm kind of just following after the others." He's still not all that comfortable doing this.