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Chapter Six: Sojourns in Letters
Scene One: From Garden to Moor
mgrasso> Just as we left, James had identified the strange chimera confronting us as the Jabberwock from the Lewis Carroll poem.
Bill> dammit lag
*** Bill is now known as Roger
mgrasso> Having reinforced Dame Artemisia's sword, James let Ingrid swing at the beast.
mgrasso> ... and all it took was one swift stroke from the sword! The jabberwock was sliced in two, and melted into thin air after meeting the gleaming silver of the vorpal blade.
James> ah! she took her vorpal sword in hand...
mgrasso> You now stand, on your own, your tour guide gone, on the trail before the tower in the Valley of the Moon. Behind the tower are several small ivy-covered mounds, about 3 feet tall, with a well-worn trail leading up to the top.
Chet> Well, that was... something.
* Ingrid searches the scene and finds her frisbee, which she tucks away.
Gemma> So ... will one of us be chasing down Tina and muzzling her?
Chet> I thought someone already did.
James> at least we know what to expect now.
mgrasso> (The only thing she saw is you guys "freaking out" and acting weird.)
James> who were this guys other inspirations?
mgrasso> Chet: Roger was going to, but returned to the scene of the fight after she ignored his pleas to return.
Roger> I tried to calm her down, but she would have none of that
Roger> she just flipped
mgrasso> (for the eidetic memory folks: Lewis Carroll, Robert Louis Stevenson, and Edgar Allan Poe)
Chet> Oh, well. As long as we're not going to get kicked out. Her tour wasn't that educational anyway.
James> incest and pirates and rabbits oh my!
Ingrid> Poor girl. I hope she wasn't too flipped. She didn't ask to be involved.
Gemma> Sure, she did.
Gemma> She volunteers here. I'm surprised she didn't know what was going on.
James> eh. she'll have a great story to tell the other tour guides over drinks.
Gemma> I bet it was a trap. She sicced that thing on us.
Ingrid> Well, it looks as though our path forward is pretty clear. Shall we continue without a guide?
Gemma> So! Now that the paranoid rambling is done, will we take the trail before we get kicked out?
James> yeah, lets go.
* Chet starts walking up the path.
Ingrid> For once Gemma and I agree.
Gemma> Bite your tongue.
mgrasso> As you ascend the steep little hills, you can sense the Banal world fading away, to a certain extent. Not nearly as pronounced as it is when you used to enter the freehold inside San Xavier and the space on the inside was larger. No, here outside, the change is more subtle.
Ingrid> After you.
mgrasso> The plants of the gardens seem to be lusher, the air more fragrant. Springtime's tulips here are almost fluorescent pink and yellow.
Roger> This freehold feels alot different than in the city.
mgrasso> Here, atop the small mounds, you can see a series of small gardens and a wide field. The field is covered in bushy purple stalks: heather.
James> it doesn't feel complete-- a not quite freehold.
Ingrid> !dice 6 7
* DiceWell Ingrid rolls 6d10 at difficulty 7. S/He gets 3 successes.
* DiceWell 2 3 9 4 10 8
Ingrid> !dice 1 7
* DiceWell Ingrid rolls 1d10 at difficulty 7. S/He fails the roll!
* DiceWell 3
Ingrid> Look there, you guys.
* Ingrid is whispering, pointing to a girl at the far edge of the heather field.
Roger> What is it, what do you see?
mgrasso> On the edge of the field of heather, you can see a figure. A young girl, who seems to be walking along the edge of the field near the trees with a basket in hand.
* Chet squints at the figure in the distance.
mgrasso> Chet is able to discern that the girl wears simple, outmoded clothing: a long rough dark blue dress and a white bonnet.
James> is she *real*?
* Chet walks toward the girl.
mgrasso> At this point inside this place, James, it's tough to tell. She doesn't have a fae mien, if that's what you're wondering.
* Ingrid follows Chet, keeping an eye on all the horizons.
Ingrid> !dice 6 6
* DiceWell Ingrid rolls 6d10 at difficulty 6. S/He gets 1 success.
* DiceWell 5 2 1 4 8 7
* Roger follows behind looking furtively and nervously about.
James> shall we my dear?
* James offers his arm to g.
Chet> !dice 4 6
* DiceWell Chet rolls 4d10 at difficulty 6. S/He gets 2 successes.
* DiceWell 6 5 3 6
* Gemma takes it
Gemma> Be rough, hon. I just got my side pierced.
* Chet looks around while continuing towards the girl.
mgrasso> Chet approaches the girl, and comes close to her first. She is simply dressed: the dress she wears is not fancy, but could be definitively classified as "Victorian." Her bonnet's white is dulled and not bright, but instead looks like it has been washed repeatedly.
mgrasso> As Chet approaches, the girl says, "Have ye seen mi' Jimmeh?"
Chet> Hey.
* James gently aids gemma as they walk
James> are you going to be okay?
* Chet suppresses a laugh.
Chet> Uh, I don't think I have. Can I help you find it?
* Ingrid comes up behind Chet. "What's so funny?"
mgrasso> "It? Are ye daft? It's mi' Jimmeh, mi' one and onleh love. He's gone."
* Chet tells Ingrid out of the side of his mouth, "She wants to know if I've seen her jimmy..."
* Gemma starts to shrug at James, then abruptly stops with a pained little mewl. She nods instead.
Chet> Oh. I thought you meant something else.
Ingrid> Where did you see him last?
mgrasso> She takes out a handkerchief and silently dabs at her eyes. Steeled by this, she looks to the now-five people assembled before her. She says to Ingrid, "He followed that armeh oot of toon a fertnight agoo."
Ingrid> Do you know where they were headed?
mgrasso> "All the lads took up their thengs are left us here." She rolls her "r" imperceptibly as she says this.
Ingrid> They must have had a good reason.
Roger> !Dice 2 4
* DiceWell Roger rolls 2d10 at difficulty 4. S/He gets 2 successes.
* DiceWell 4 8
mgrasso> "Nowhere. 'Round in circles they go. Dizzy by the end of it."
Ingrid> What do you mean by that?
mgrasso> "Every lad who joins that armeh thenks it's glorious and wonderful, but they're always spun 'round in circles when et's said and doon."
mgrasso> "And they leave oos here. With nae a sengle thought for a lass like meself."
* Ingrid looks at the girl sympathetically. 'That's very sad."
Chet> !dice 5 8
* DiceWell Chet rolls 5d10 at difficulty 8. S/He gets 2 successes.
* DiceWell 7 8 6 6 10
Roger> This is way to odd for me.
James> are they warring against anyone?
Chet> You'll get used to it.
James> in the army?
mgrasso> James: "There's nae other armeh to fight, that's the odd theng. There's nae war in all the land. But they leave and march aroond in their finest noontheless."
Chet> !dice 5 8
* DiceWell Chet rolls 5d10 at difficulty 8. S/He gets 3 successes.
* DiceWell 9 7 4 9 8
mgrasso> "Following tha' banner aroond."
Ingrid> Wait, a banner? What's it look like?
mgrasso> "Et's bright, and colorful, tha's for certain. Captures a man's heart as quick as a gull snatches a fish from the sea."
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Gemma> Is it bigger than a breadbox?
mgrasso> (shoot)
mgrasso> Chet seems absolutely lost in thought. More so than usual. :)
Ingrid> heh. :)
mgrasso> "It fades after time though. Sometimes after weeks, or months, and sometimes after years."
Ingrid> And what are they like afterwards?
mgrasso> "It's rare the man who can follow the standard fer hess whoole life."
mgrasso> "They fade from view, and it's back home for whoever was following et."
mgrasso> (Can we wait for Joe?)
Ingrid> (sorry!)
Gemma> (no! Gemma eats Chet. Next question?)
mgrasso> (*snort*)
Ingrid> (I got carried away. :)
James> (bill i msg'd u)
mgrasso> (Hey, no problem.)
mgrasso> (Is he on any messaging service right now?)
Gemma> He's on AIM.
Gemma> He can't connect to IRC
mgrasso> Damn.
Gemma> Something broke his mirc. :)
James> oh no.
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Ingrid> yey!
mgrasso> mgrasso> Chet seems absolutely lost in thought. More so than usual. :)
Gemma> (happy day)
Chet> Sorry - what were you saying?
mgrasso> (who is Chet saying that to?) :D
Chet> (Everyone and no one) :)
mgrasso> (zen)
Chet> So who's up for finding a Jimmeh?
James> not really.
James> It sounds like the trend of her culture
mgrasso> The girl looks at Chet and talks again to Ingrid. "And then, when ye leave the armeh, et's either home wi' ye to die or back oot onto the trail following 'er aroound again."
Ingrid> I don't know... is this what we came here to do?
James> and while I feel bad for her loss, we have our own stuff to take care of.
Gemma> No, we don't. It's not like the dead need rescuing or wounds need tending.
Ingrid> What's your name, lassie?
mgrasso> "Gloria, ma'am."
Ingrid> I'm Ingrid, Gloria. Thank you for answering our questions.
mgrasso> "Ye'll get nae further unless yeh find m'love." Gloria stares at the five of you with a determined pointed stare.
Roger> Where should we start looking?
Roger> gloria
James> isn't she a little young to have a m' love?
mgrasso> "If ye can find those following the banner, ye'll find him."
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James> (oh no!)
Chet> (It's the night of the cursed IRC)
mgrasso> (She's already logged back on)
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Ingrid> (hello?)
mgrasso> (everyone's thinking. :) )
James> any body have paper and a pencil?
Ingrid> Chet?
James> can you draw us the banner gloria?
mgrasso> "I... well, er, I don't believe I got a good look at i', y'ken."
James> useless! you seem to know so much about their going round in circles.
mgrasso> "'Cause ah felt it! I knew he'd left me for all tha'." She begins to weep.
James> Fucking a
James> Look, we don't have time for this shit.
James> If you can't help us we can't furking help you.
Ingrid> Do you know which way they were going, Gloria?
* Chet snaps out of his thought and hands James some loose leaf paper and a mechanical pensil from his bag.
mgrasso> "I don't believe any of ye can follow where they went. Except perhaps you." She points to James.
Ingrid> Why do you say that?
mgrasso> "I dinna think any of ye have followed the banner and joined the armeh, except this one."
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mgrasso> (gah!)
*** Retrieving #Changeling-Tucson info...
Ingrid> (damn eet!)
Roger> (there he goes following it now)
*** mgrasso changes topic to 'Who will be blown up next? Stay tuned...'
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James> damn.
Ingrid> What makes you think he's been in the army, Gloria?
James> i've army in my blood.
mgrasso> "He followed it. He left everytheng in his life behind to give his heart over to it all. But I must believe that one day he'll come back to his home, like all the boys do."
James> are you talking about me?
mgrasso> "Aye."
Roger> Were you ever in the army?
James> no.
James> never
James> I left boston, but...
Ingrid> To give your heart over to something?
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mgrasso> That's everyone but Bill now. :)
Roger> i feel special
Erica> (sorry, I missed quite a bit -- Mike, can you msg it to me?)
James> I gave my heart to company x.
*** Erica is now known as Gemma
Roger> They really wanted your heart, usually you just sign a contract.
Roger> Man their tough.
James> very funny.
James> I was devoted to it.
Ingrid> Was?
James> well- microsoft um...
James> you fucking know it.
Ingrid> Wait, it was Microsoft who planted a chip in your neck? No wait, that's something else, I guess.
James> I don't know
James> is it a chip?
James> it's a furking triangle
Ingrid> I think I've seen too many sci-fi movies.
* James scratches it
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Ingrid> Wow, I didn't know it could do that! :D
mgrasso> (My server really sucks tonight for some reason)
Gemma> (Well, my computer froze. Although I"ll blame your server if you want.)
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Ingrid> And mine is just doing its usual Juno flake and kicking me off periodically.
James> yikes.
Ingrid> Anyway, I suppose Microsoft could be a sort of army, maybe...
Chet> !dice 4 5
* DiceWell Chet rolls 4d10 at difficulty 5. S/He gets 4 successes.
* DiceWell 10 5 6 7
James> i don't even work for microsoft yet
Ingrid> Well, how about Company X? Any army-type vibes frmo them?
Chet> I don't think that's what she means.
Chet> I think she's insinutaing that James is the only one of us who's been in love.
Chet> Which is sad, really.
* Gemma raises an eyebrow
Ingrid> What, seriously?
mgrasso> Gloria says nothing, but watches Chet.
Ingrid> Is that tru, Gloria?
mgrasso> "I can see he's followed the banner truleh, with all of his power, and he's the only one among ye who has."
James> the computers?
Gemma> Well, that's nice. Does this mean we've found Timmeh?
James> my head is spinning
Chet> Jimmeh is out somewhere running around chasing love, or something.
mgrasso> "What d'ye mean? He loves me!" Gloria shouts at Chet with intense anger.
Ingrid> And she wants us to bring him back from that? Am I getting this correctly?
Chet> Well, if he is chasing the banner, he's not in love with you. Sorry, about that Gloria.
Ingrid> Oh, um... nevermind.
mgrasso> "No! No, ye canna be right! It's..." With that, she begins to fade away from view, much as the jabberwock did.
Chet> Maybe he's more in love with the idea of love. It's not you, it's him.
mgrasso> Her plaintive visage dissolves before you, her heart broken as her existence ends.
Ingrid> Wow, she vanished in a puff of logic.
* Chet says to the fading girl, "You can probably still be friends..."
* Gemma starts to laugh, then clutches her side and winces
* Roger looks around completely bewildered.
James> that was awful
Chet> It was just a metaphor, Roger. That happens here a lot.
Roger> This hole thing is so completely over my head
Ingrid> I always knew you were a heartbreaker, Chet.
Chet> That and nursery rhymes...
James> do you see what we did?
Gemma> What?
Roger> nope
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Chet> (We KILLED James!)
Roger> (Noooooo!)
Gemma> (nah, he just ran off to chase the shiny standard)
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Scene Two: America's Greatest Mystery
mgrasso> Past the field that Gloria "guarded," you can see that there are small structures, like garden trellises, that form a little labyrinth, about 20 feet wide, covered in rich green ivy.
mgrasso> (you were about to tell us what we "did")
James> That poor girl.
Chet> She wasn't real.
James> Neither are we.
James> if she thought she was real then she was real enough.
Chet> But she apparently said that you were the only one of us who's ever been in love.
Chet> Which means Gemma hasn't... Which is interesting.
James> I don't see how she said that.
* Gemma clears her throat
Chet> She said that you were the only one who was ever called to follow the banner.
James> and that is love?
Chet> In a manner of speaking.
James> how?
Chet> Jimmy was out following the banner, love, without her. Once she realized that Jimmy didn't love her, she vanished.
James> but she said it was an army
James> how is an army love?
Chet> It's all from a poem I read a long time ago in one of Dr. Wynderven's lame classes.
Chet> Would you like to hear it?
Chet> I'm a little rusty on the Scottish accent, but I can give it a go...
Ingrid> Yes, please. It can't just be coincidence.
James> how did it go.
Chet> http://www.poetryloverspage.com/poets/stevenson/when_aince_aprile.html
James> ?
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mgrasso> Oh man.
mgrasso> It's the links.
mgrasso> They're crashing people left and right.
Gemma> Links are evil. They certainly crash me.
Chet> (Ha!
Chet> (Robert Louis Stevenson must've been a Luddite - he's haunting us from beyond the grave!)
mgrasso> (Weird)
mgrasso> (*snort*)
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Roger> sorry, i had to prove a point to the nasty bitch in the next room
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mgrasso> (Sorry guys. It seems the links are causing all sorts of crashes)
James> what did I miss?
Chet> (nothing)
Roger> no that was me on purpose
mgrasso> (Oh.)
Chet> Do you get it?
Roger> I think i understand
Roger> This is all so strange to me.
Chet> Love is the banner that calls men and women to follow it.
Chet> And you're the only one of us who has ever been called James.
* Chet says, while glancing over at Gemma.
* Gemma gives Chet a bland look
James> hey, fuck that, gloria said only men follow the banner anyway
* Ingrid leans over and whispers to Chet, "I think you've made your point there."
Chet> So where to now?
James> and she was in love, but not following a banner.
Chet> Which is what makes the metaphor particularly confusing.
Chet> But enough of that - the gatekeeper has moved on, shall we proceed?
Roger> Well Chet it appears you are the keymaster, after you
mgrasso> (Perhaps she wasn't truly, desperately in love, a slave to love)
mgrasso> Shall we head to the ivy garden?
* Chet starts forward.
* Ingrid is right behind him.
* Gemma stiffly follows them
* James trails by Gemmas side
mgrasso> Inside the quiet confines of the ivy garden, the sun is slowly setting over the western stone wall. And near that wall, beyond it, is a small field in which are planted many small "houses" of stone -- little gnome holes that give the adjoining field a fanciful air.
* Ingrid scans her surroundings again.
mgrasso> But also, inside this ivy garden, there is another way out... on the eastern edge, another stone wall curves off quite unnaturally, forming a narrow alley over which darkness gathers.
Ingrid> !dice 6 6
* DiceWell Ingrid rolls 6d10 at difficulty 6. S/He gets 1 success.
* DiceWell 4 2 4 6 5 2
mgrasso> Down this alley, you can see lights floating in the distance, illuminating this artifical darkness.
* James whispers to Gemma.
mgrasso> The lights are gloomy, suspended from what look like poles, and flicker in a stiff wind which you cannot feel.
* Chet walks over to the alley and peers in as far as he can see.
Roger> Man this is creepy.
Ingrid> You get used to that, too.
mgrasso> Chet's vision reveals to him that the alley seems to lead into a set of city streets! Narrow and crooked, the homes are decidely mid-19th century, much like our friend Gloria, and the streets are paved with cobblestones. It is night in this mysterious city down the alley.
Chet> Yeah. This is no good.
* Chet walks down the alley into the city streets.
mgrasso> Chet's feet can be heard echoing off the cobblestones, which suddenly supplanted the fresh soil of the ivy garden.
mgrasso> Inside the alley now, Chet can smell the foul air of a Victorian city: coal-smoke, horse dung, and wet stone assault his senses.
* Chet takes a deep breath.
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mgrasso> (anyone following?)
Roger> I'll follow
* Gemma seems to be deep in conversation with James, nodding a little
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Chet> Yeah. This is what I imagined the 19th century smelled like... ass.
Roger> (is this the dreaming)
* Chet says to no one in particular.
mgrasso> Chet (and the others who follow) find themselves emerging from the alley onto a main thoroughfare, lined with what appear to be restaurants and pubs.
Chet> Hey, who wants a drink?
mgrasso> One is marked "The Chesapeake" and another is marked "Ryan's Tavern."
* Chet walks towards the nearest pub.
Roger> I'll take two
Ingrid> Well, when in Rome...
Chet> Great. Look - Ryan's Pub. Sounds Irish. Maybe we can get a Guiness there.
* Roger follows with a spring in his step.
mgrasso> Chet: outside of Ryan's Tavern, you can see a man, slumped near the horse trough, wearing a dark overcoat two sizes too large. His head is slumped between his knees.
* Chet leans down to address the man.
Chet> Hey, buddy, you doing OK?
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Chet> (Hello?)
mgrasso> Chet can very easily see that the black hair on the back of the man's head is matted with a dark, viscous liquid. He raises his head and Chet can see his squat, odd features... a stub of a nose, eyes that are set too close together... not an attractive man. His tie is askew and there are faint streaks of blood on his forehead.
mgrasso> He looks up at Chet and says, "They killed me. I staggered through the street and no one would..."
mgrasso> His broad mustache, caked with sweat and dirt, quivers as he says this.
* Chet sits down next to the man.
Chet> Who killed you?
mgrasso> Roger, Perception + Awareness, diff. 7
mgrasso> "The Brotherhood! They found me, and they had a matter to settle. My books..."
Roger> !Dice 3 7
* DiceWell Roger rolls 3d10 at difficulty 7. S/He gets 1 success.
* DiceWell 3 5 7
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Chet> What books?
* Roger turns and looks down the street.
mgrasso> "They said that I revealed too much. Bah! I merely guessed!"
James> !dice 6 8
* DiceWell James rolls 6d10 at difficulty 8. S/He fails the roll!
* DiceWell 6 1 8 5 7 4
* James whistles zipadee do dah
mgrasso> Roger and Ingrid can see a group of men. They wear ribbons which look like awards on their lapels. In the center of these blue ribbons, you can see the images of men's heads, inscribed on the paper.
* James holds his hand over the wound in Gemmas side, but merely pulls his fingers away bloody.
mgrasso> These three burly men are walking down the street, chair legs and bottles in their hands.
James> I'm sorry Gemma, I tried.
* Roger readies his stance and reaches into his jacket pocket.
mgrasso> Roger can see the men's ribbons and quickly takes in posters and banners in some of the shop windows... an election seems to be going on in this city.
mgrasso> "ROBINSON, WHIG, STATE SENATE. WARD 23." "BRING DECORUM TO ANNAPOLIS. EDWARDS, DEMOCRAT FOR SENATE."
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Erica> (sorry)
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* Ingrid sees James's bloody hand and realizes how badly Gemma was injured earlier.
Roger> This is not going to be pleasant
Ingrid> James, you'd better sit her down.
* Ingrid eyes the burly men.
Ingrid> We can't have her getting hurt even worse.
* James leads Gemma over to something she can sit on
mgrasso> The men are approaching the three of you who stand near the tavern and the injured man. "Ah," one of them says, "There's old Teddy. He needs to vote before the polls close. Stand aside, folks. We'll help him up."
mgrasso> They obviously mean the mustachioed man that has been hit on the head.
James> All I ever want is to keep you safe, and I'm a furking failure at that too.
Roger> What, he cant vote again
Roger> we just came from there
mgrasso> The man sitting by Chet, still dazed, looks up at the three men and says, "What? What is this?"
* Gemma shakes her head at James
mgrasso> The men laugh at Roger's words. "Oh, where we're goin', he can vote again and again and again. Come on, then, boys, get him up."
Gemma> It's not your fault you pushed me on that thing.
Chet> Voting again? We must be in Chicago.
* James looks absolutely crushed.
James> I was trying...
mgrasso> The men nudge Roger as they walk by to lift the injured man to his feet.
mgrasso> "Come on, then, Tommy. Lots of polls still open for a bottle of whiskey and a few silver dollars."
Gemma> That was you trying?
* Chet stands up and brushes himself off.
James> God, what the fuck is the matter with you?
mgrasso> The electioneer waves the bottle tantalizingly at the injured man.
James> for all you know I saved you from worse.
Chet> Anyway, does anyone want to make sure these holligans don't cart this guy off again?
Roger> !Dice 4 6
* DiceWell Roger rolls 4d10 at difficulty 6. S/He gets 1 success.
* DiceWell 8 1 3 8
* Gemma struggles to say something, and in the end just sticks her tongue out and bites it, hard
James> And now I'm just trying to take care of you and you-- jesus fucking christ.
Chet> Roger, Ingrid. That would be you guys.
mgrasso> The two thugs walk over and place a hand under each of the man's armpits and hoist him to his feet. "Oh, Christ, he's covered in shit!" Their leader says, "Oh, that's old Bobby. Always getting dirty."
Ingrid> I don't know how impressive I'll be to a bunch of thugs.
James> now let me just think- we've got to get your side tended too somehow.
mgrasso> Now that you can see the injured man standing, you can see his clothes all don't fit. They're either too large (his overcoat) or too small (his tie and trousers are shorter than they should be)
Gemma> !dice 2 8
* DiceWell Gemma rolls 2d10 at difficulty 8. S/He fails the roll!
* DiceWell 6 2
mgrasso> Chet: Per + Literature roll?
Chet> (diff?)
mgrasso> (sorry, 6)
Chet> !dice 4 6
* DiceWell Chet rolls 4d10 at difficulty 6. S/He gets 1 success.
* DiceWell 7 3 3 4
Chet> Hey, guys - why don't we all just discuss this over a beer?
Chet> There's plenty of time for the voting and the beating.
Roger> I'm buying
mgrasso> "The Brotherhood!" The injured man screams. "They'll kill me!" He starts to stagger off, away from the electioneers.
James> would it help to have it bound? like an industral bandage?
Roger> why dont we start with a little early acceptance party
Gemma> Some magical neosporin would help.
Gemma> If I couldn't see it.
mgrasso> "Go get him," the leader says. "Listen, he's just a harmless drunk, and we want to use him to help out the great Democratic Party. Perhaps I could buy *you* a beer. Or several." He weighs ten or twelve silver coins in his hands.
mgrasso> He holds out the coins to Chet and Roger.
Roger> I'm listening
mgrasso> We're going to stop there.
James> no dice babe- I don't have the resources- and maybe not even the knowledge
Ingrid> more hot cliffhanger action. :)