I'm being very serene.
Ken sniffs his mug cautiously, then blows over the liquid, then takes a sip. An eyebrow raises and he nods, ever so minutely, and sets the mug down. “So, you all wake up after an uneventful night, except for Lotan–”
“I stood the last watch,” Dave puts in.
“Lotan is sitting at the cave mouth apparently toying with his weapon.”
Dave blows a raspberry at him.
“Roll for observation. Minus two.”
“Everyone?” Lee asks.
“Just Lotan.”
“Why minus two?”
“Because you’ve been sitting there half the night instead of sleeping after a hard day yesterday, and the tide’s coming in and waves are crashing against the cliffs and there’s seagulls calling and–”
“All right, all right.” Dave rolls.
“I think I’m being generous. It’s really hard to hear what might be going on inside the cave unless you’re really paying attention.”
“Failed it,” Dave declares, clearly feeling hard done by with that minus two.
“He seems to be so engrossed in what he’s doing he hasn’t noticed that you’re awake.”
“Oh!” Simon says, picking up the cue instantly. “Try to sneak up on him, of course!” He grins. He has a slow, evil grin that seems to almost wrap itself halfway around his face.
“You bastard,” Dave says.
“Have you got Move Silently?”
“Ye-e-eah.”
“Okay, you can do that without too much trouble. What are the rest of you doing?”
“Oh, I’m watching this,” I say.
“Yeah, I’m watching too,” Lee says.
“I’m probably not really awake yet anyway,” James adds. He’s rolling a spliff on his Magic User’s reference manual. All I can see is green stuff going into it.
“What do you want to do?” Ken asks Simon.
“Oh, I just want to come up behind him and cover his eyes.” Grin. It’s quite alarming.
Dave doesn’t look happy about it.
“All right, you can roll for surprise.”
Dave rolls. “Yess.” He glares at Simon. “I’m swinging my sword at whoever it is I can hear coming up behind me.”
“Ooh!” Simon exclaims.
“Barak, you roll surprise.”
Roll. “No, I’m not surprised.” He doesn’t sound it either.
“Are you really trying to hit him?” Ken asks Dave.
“Yeah!”
“At the last minute Lotan hears Barak creeping up behind him and swings his sword at him. You’re not wearing armour are you?” Ken asks Simon.
“I don’t own any armour.” Grin. Simon seems to relish the possibility of an imminent demise for his character.
“Okay, roll it.”
Dave rolls. “Fifteen.”
“I just manage to zip back out of the way,” Simon says.
“Don’t ever come up behind me like that,” Dave says, in character and trying to sound hard. It doesn’t work, because he really is angry, and his face is a little red.
“Oi, you catch anything for breakfast?” Simon asks Dave insolently, in character.
“No. Bugger off.”
“What you been doin’ all night ’part from strokin’ your sword?” Simon switches back into his normal voice. “I come back into the cave. Oi, Samila,” he resumes the annoying goblin voice, “make breakfast.”
“What?” Lee protests, not making much effort at the voice, beyond making it sound a little spoilt and petulant. “Why does it have to be me? Why don’t you ask her?” he concludes, pointing at me.
“We don’t have any food anyway,” I point out, lightening my own voice. Not too much. Not as much as when I’m practicing alone. “We should be moving. We’ve got to find a boat and get off this island.”
“Glad someone’s remembered,” Ken mutters, a little meta.
James lights his spliff. This is the one occasion I actually don’t mind passively smoking, a little. He doesn’t use any tobacco, or hardly any because I can’t smell it, just the green stuff — I’m so ignorant of the terminology — so it doesn’t smell horrible like cigarettes. I know it’ll make me heady and a tiny bit disinhibited, which is okay, as long as it’s in character.
“I go outside the cave,” I say to Ken. “I get my pack together and go down to the water’s edge and pay my observances to the Goddess.”
“Oh, that’s what you call it,” Lee says.
He’s sitting next to me, so I pick up a player’s reference and bat him lightly over the head with it.
“Ow, that hurt!”
“You deserve it.”
“Bitch!”
“Tart.”
“Hey, you know, a girl’s gotta make a living,” Lee says, shrugging. I can hardly keep a grin off my face.
“Now now, girls, there’s no need to fight over me,” Dave cuts in.
Lee and I both give him a withering look, in unison. It’s perfect.
“I’m going down to the water,” I say again, firmly.
“Do the rest of you stay in the cave?” Ken asks.
“No, I want some air,” Lee says.
“Yeah, I’ll wander out as well, have a piss behind a rock somewhere,” James supplies laconically.
“What’s wrong with this cave?” Simon asks. “It’s nice in here! All damp and drippy.”
“We all ignore the gnome and go outside,” Lee says.
“I’m not a gnome!”
“It looks like it’s going to be a beautiful day. What do you do? Well, apart from Taniel, she’s down at the water’s edge already doing something, I don’t know, some elvish prancing about or something.”
“I’m not prancing!” I object.
“But, eventually, you all get your shit together and you’re ready to move on.”
“I’m being very serene,” I point out.
“I still haven’t had breakfast!” Simon observes.
“(You can prance serenely can’t you?)” Lee asks me, whispering. “(You are an elf after all–)”
“Which way do you go?” Ken asks pointedly.
“(I’m not prancing!)”
“I’ll have you know I have a very high metabolism. If I don’t eat something soon I’ll starve to death!”
“Good,” Dave mutters. But he’s got over himself now and chases it with a quick smile.
“I guess we carry on along the coast, if there’s a path,” I say.
“Are you looking for a path?”
“Okay,” I say, catching on.
He rolls a die behind his screen. “Yeah, you can see a really narrow path climbing up away from the beach to the south. It wasn’t obvious, so you think it might be a smuggler’s trail.”
“I think we should go that way,” I say in character. “I start heading that way.”
“Why are we going that way?” Lotan wants to know.
“It’s the way we need to go,” I answer enigmatically.
“You don’t want to go back the way we came do you?” Samila backs me up. “I speed up so I can catch up to Taniel,” Lee narrates. “Come on boys, keep up. You don’t want to miss all the fun.”
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I like this :)
Feels like the sequel to my own Just a Game. :) Now I don't have to write one. LOL.
Thanks, Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.