<GM> [SESSION START. BECAUSE I AM A THIEVING BITCH.]

<Magellan> (I so need a TV down here.)

<GM> Welcome to Lucia, crowning coastal glory of the great Mullenwald Duchy. A
sprawling mass of homes, warehouses, docks, and markets, colored paper lanterns
bedeck every street, lit by some lost technology... or perhaps even some lost
magic... the reason has been lost.

<Eroles> ( The reason for the lighting is lost, because it has been lost, and so
is lost. So say MOJO JOJO. )

<Magellan> (Atom? You're, uh... in here twice.)

<GM> Citizens come here from all over the country to try and find a better life
in the largest urban center outside of the capital. Thus people and things of
all description can be found here, amid the encircling Emerald Forest.

<GM> (One is the dicebot.)

<Eroles> ( Yes. One is a Dicebot. )

<Magellan> (GOmen.)

<GM> By some extreme happenstance or contrivance, the three of you, for your own
reasons, find yourself in a tavern called the Glass Sword, one of the cleaner
establishments in the city, and perhaps one of the last that doesn't water down
the ale and wine.

<GM> Warm and cozy, with short wooden tables and plenty of buxom waitresses, the
place is quiet tonight.

<GM> [COMBAT! Err, sorry. Begin!]

* Adam is sitting at a table by himself, peering at a notebook.

* Eroles is sitting at a table, a makeshift fortune telling setup in front of
him. (By makeshift, I mean a small sign that says "Fortunes Told and some Tarot
Cards.). He's waiting for customers and sipping a light beverage while waiting.

* Magellan is heartily slurping down a mug of dark lager. His four-foot pipe
wrench is leanign against the table.

<Magellan> (Can we make descs now?)

<GM> (NO! you are cursed to blindness by my whim. :P I thought it was implied,
sorry ^_^)

* Eroles is rather difficult to see, as he is wearing a generic cloak with a
hood over his head. From what you can see of his face, he is rather handsome.
You can see a bit of brown hair that pokes out from under the hood, and you are
quick to notice that he has eyes that are the strangest shade of yellow you've
seen.

* Magellan is a small man, with frizzy grey hair barely covered by a stockingcap
and a frizzy grey beard to match. He's weaing an oil-stained jumpsuit, and
doesn't look like much, but you can see his muscles ripple when he lifts his
drink. He appears to have a small bird roosting next to his left ear.

* Adam is about 5'11" and fairly handsome, with brown hair and green eyes.  He
looks somewhat dishevelled, but alert.  He's wearing fairly generic city
clothes, and a small backpack sits under his table.

<Adam> (Yay, nondescript. :P)

<GM> People mill about. A serving wench drops a cup of wine on Eroles' table and
smiles pleasantly, sitting sideways on the table. "Hey, sugar. Take some wine
for a fortune?

* Eroles grins. "Why not? I've been offered worse."

* Magellan stretches, and chugs down the rest of his ale. He motions to the
nearest serving girl for more.

*** GM is now known as TavernWench

* Eroles points to the seat across from him. "Bit hard to do this with you
sitting on the table."

* TavernWench laughs lightly and grins, adjusting the straps of her apron and
giving her chest a little adjustment too. She slips into the chair and puts both
arms on the table. "True, true. Alright, then, Mr. Fortuneteller. My lover's
gone on some... fool errand. Tell me what'll happen to him?"

<Eroles> We'll see, we'll see. The cards tell all. Shuffle these and we'll find
out.

* Eroles picks the cards up and hands them over the wench.

* TavernWench grins. "I can't say that I believe, but what the hey." She takes
the cards and shuffles them absently. "What brings you here, Mr. Fortuneteller,
anyway?"

* Adam waches, interested.

<Adam> (Er, watches.)

<Eroles> Oh, I'm just wandering around. Nothing better to do.

* Magellan idly toys with a wrench on his toolbelt while watching other patrons.

<TavernWench> "Is that right?" She hands the cards back. "A shame. That's what
they all say, seems like."

<Eroles> It's a popular job.

* Eroles takes the cards and starts to lay them out.

<Eroles> 2d6-5

* Atom rolls for Eroles (2d6-5) and gets 3.

* Eroles points to the first card. "Page of Swords. Your boyfriend is a
soldier?"

* Eroles points to the next card. "The Nymph and the Woods. He followed another
woman into a forest."

* Eroles points to the final card, the two of swords. "There are daggers in his
future."

* TavernWench blinks. She clearly wasn't expecting either of those, but her
expression belies the accuracy. "Yes, he i--" She blinks, then pales. "Are you
saying he's... he's going to die?!"

<Eroles> It's not clear. He could be injured, or he could be fighting.

<Eroles> He is in danger however. I'm sorry I can't tell you more.

* TavernWench suddenly looks stricken and gets up, trying to force some dignity
into her voice. All eyes are on this table now, among the patrons. "Thanks,
MISTER Fortuneteller," she says harshly, throwing a gold coin onto the table.
"You've really brightened a girl's night."

<Eroles> I'm sorry. I can't control the future.

* Magellan lets out a loud, piercing cackle.

<Eroles> S'why more people don't go to future tellers. They don't like what they
hear.

* TavernWench hmphs and turns up her nose in disdain, walking away toward the
kitchen and slamming the door shut without a resounding *SMACK* of wood on wood.
A round of laughter quieter but similar to Magellan's fills the room.

*** TavernWench is now known as GM

* Eroles looks unsurprised.

* Adam scribbles a few notes.

* Eroles takes the coin and puts it into his money pouch.

* Magellan thinks for a moment, then grabs his wrench and his mug and plops down
across from Eroles. "Now, that wasn't a nice thing, was it?" He rests his wrench
against the table.

<Eroles> Not my fault.

<Eroles> I just read what the cards said.

<Magellan> Truth's not always the best thing to be telling a fine girl like
that.

<Eroles> S'what she paid for. Imagine how she would feel if I said everything
was fine and he dies.

<GM> A voice behind Magellan snorts. The owner is a man in a leather jerkin, an
axe and a dented bronze hauberk with plenty of scars. "Bah. She don't care none
about him 'cept that he brings in coin for their kid." The warrior sips some
ale. "Stupid boy ran off with that pretty lass out in the Forest, the 'Earth
Priestess'. Just like anybody else with youthful blood and a pair o' balls in
his pants, I tell ye. She's bewitched 'em or something.'

* Magellan chuckles. The bird in his hair bobs along with his head. "She'd have
forgotten all about you. That's the way fortune telling goes." He adjusts his
small glasses.

<Eroles> Maybe most fortune telling, but I pride myself on telling the truth as
best I can.

<GM> ( There's a 'with' missing in that last. My bad. )

* Magellan looks over his shoulder. "Eh?"

<Eroles> He ran off with the Earth Priestess..

* Eroles pulls the nymph card back into the deck

<Eroles> Into the forest.

* Eroles pulls The Wood card back.

* GM chuckles. "Aye. She's a pretty lass, I'll say tha'. Charming. But if I'd'a
run off ta join her out there, my wife'd had my sausage on the block, and no
mistake."

<GM> ( Whee! The man does that. )

<Eroles> Seems like there is one of those in every other town.

* Adam picks up his backpack and quietly steps over to the table.

<Magellan> Wouldn't know. Been quite some time since a woman's laid eyes on me.

* Magellan cackles.

<Eroles> So, you want your fortune told?

<Adam> (Who was that directed to?)

<Eroles> ( Magellan )

* Magellan looks up at the newcomer, then down again. "Eh, why not." He tosses a
coin at Eroles and looks up again.

<GM> The man grins, sipping (okay, quaffing) his ale again. "In Lucia, they're a
dime a dozen, m'friend, and that's a fact. Something special 'bout this one,
though. Couldn't tell ya much more than tha', though. Out in the forest,
probably doin'... eldritch rituals and running aroun' without their clothes on."

<Eroles> You'd be surprised. I've seen towns where they don't even bother to go
out into the woods to do that.

* Eroles hands the cards over to Magellan. "Shuffle 'em."

* Magellan does a fairly horrible job of shuffling the cards. He drops a few on
the floor, but eventually gets them shuffled.

* Magellan looks up again at Adam. "It's a metal bird, boy, not a real one."

* Eroles deals the cards out.

<Eroles> 2d6-5

* Atom rolls for Eroles (2d6-5) and gets -1.

* Adam blinks.  "Oh...does it sing?"

* Magellan cackles. "That it does, boy, right into my ear." He makes a wide
grin.

<Adam> That's some amazing workmanship...

* Adam smiles.

* Eroles places his first card down.

<Eroles> The Group next to the Home. You come from a large family.

* Magellan nods to Adam. "Thanks, boy."

* Eroles places the next two cards down.

* Magellan eyes the card.

<Eroles> The Worker next to The Invention. You work with machines. As if the
little bird on your head didn't tell me this already.

* Eroles places the final card down.

<Eroles> ... Two of swords. You've got daggers in your future too my friend.

* Magellan eyes the last card balefully. "Well, if that don't beat all."

<Eroles> Wonder if that means there is a roving bandit gang around.

<GM> The warrior has been watching this and laughs heartily. "Do ye have a lad
who ran off ta join the Priestess too?" he crows, amused.

* Eroles snickers at that.

<Magellan> Great gods above, no.

* Eroles gathers his cards and his coin.

<Magellan> Never had time for a woman barking in my ear. Always work to be done.

<GM> The warrior chuckles, wiping his beard on his arm. "Heh, machinists are all
alike. Not that I blame ye. You spend all day bleedin' people on the
battlefield, and all tha woman can think of when ye get home is why you went out
for a pint." He glances at Eroles. "Bandits... nae that I've heard, but..."

<Eroles> Well, you never know. The Future is a long time.

<Adam> (THE FUTURE!)

<Magellan> (THE FUTURE!)

<Eroles> ( I walked right into that, didn't I? )

<GM> Nodding, the warrior picks up his axe inspects it. "Aye, that it be. But...
if ye are really as good at predictin' as ye say, you may be seein' Luca the
Wanderer in these cards of yours. They say he be stalkin' Lucia lately."

<Eroles> ( ... Luca Blight returns? )

<Eroles> Luca the Wanderer?

* Magellan frowns. "Not like I have much to be robbed of anyways. " He grabs his
wrench and swings it onto his shoulder with ease. "But this old man's not slim
pickins... Eh?"

<Eroles> ( DR is back. )

<Magellan> (Curse you and your scottish accent, Todd. I made sure not to make
Magellan with that voice in mind... and I keep wanting to slip back into it. >
_<)

<GM> The warrior looks incredulous. "Ye've not heard of him? Ach. He's a
thief... some say he's a dark sorcerer. Some say he's just some sort of demon.
But nobody's ever seen him and remembered the tale. The Ministry's offered a
bounty on his head rich enough to buy a village for the past three years."
-irc.sandwich.net:@#otherworld- GM invited DamienRoc into channel #otherworld.

*** DamienRoc has joined #otherworld

<GM> ( Game in progress, DR, but you can join in a bit if you want. )

<Eroles> Sounds like a fun chap.

<DamienRoc> (I've gotta take a shower first. I am quite filthy)

<Magellan> Bah. Tales of bandits are always grander than the real thing.

<DamienRoc> (I'll do that, then read the backlog to catch up to speed, then
probably join in.)

*** DamienRoc is now known as DR-Showering

<Adam> (AoC starting up.  I may be a tad slow to respond. ^_^;)

<Eroles> Quite. At least I know to keep an eye out for 'em.

<GM> The warrior shakes his head. "Nae a bandit. Never steals anything... but
whenever he supposedly strikes, people wake up and don't remember who they are,
where they are... mind as blank as a slate."

* Magellan raises an eyebrow. It looks like a squirrel moving on his face.

* Eroles raises an eyebrow. "Very interesting."

<Magellan> What sort of shenanigans is this all about, if not money?

<GM> The warrior stands with a shrug. "Be damned if I know, but he's a threat ta
the people, that I know. It's been a pleasure, Mr. Fortuneteller, Mr. Machinist.
Ye be takin' care out there."

<GM> (Short break. I want ice cream.)

<Eroles> Good 'night to you as well, Mr. Warrior.

* Magellan nods. "Always do."

* Adam bows.

* Magellan jumps as Adam moves.

* Adam smiles sheepishly.  "Sorry to startle you."

* Eroles peers at Adam. "How about you? Interested in seeing what the future
holds for you?"

<Magellan> Sweet mercy, boy, you nearly gave me a heart attack! You're so damn
quiet I plumb forgot you were there.

<GM> The warrior tips his axe in casual salute and leaves.

* Adam considers, and then sits down.  "Why not?"

* Eroles gathers the cards up and hands them over to Adam. "Shuffle 'em."

* Adam does so, with some skill.

* Eroles waits until Adam finishes shuffling the cards, then deals 'em.

<Eroles> 2d6-5

* Atom rolls for Eroles (2d6-5) and gets 0.

<Magellan> (Eyes your dicebot.)

<Eroles> ( Oh hush. )

* Eroles places the cards out.

<Eroles> The Wandering Eye. You are looking for something.

* Adam raises an eyebrow.

<Eroles> The Two of Swords. ... You are influnced by daggers. Looking for
revenge maybe.

<Eroles> And finally..

* Eroles looks very interested indeed.

* Eroles holds up the final card. The Nymph and the Wood are stuck back to back.

* Adam blinks.

<Eroles> Your future is going to be strongly connected to a lovely woman in the
woods.

* Magellan gapes. "Well, gods and demons."

<Eroles> Very interesting. It's been ages since I've seen something like this.

<Adam> Fascinating...

<Adam> If...rather worrying, to say the least.

<Eroles> I could see that.

* Adam hands the fortune teller two gold coins.

* Magellan points at Eroles. "You've seen ours, boy. Let's see you do your own."

* Eroles pulls the cards apart and looks curiously at them. "Very interesting
indeed."

<Eroles> My own?

* Magellan nods.

<Eroles> Hm.

<Eroles> Sure, but it'll cost you another gold coin.

* Adam stands up, and looks on curiously.

* Eroles gathers the cards and one of the coins. He hands the other back to
Andrew. "It's only one coin."

<Eroles> ( .. Adam. )

<Eroles> ( Not Andrew. )

<GM> ( *struggles not to laugh* )

* Adam smiles.  "Ah, all right."

* Magellan grins. "I like a man who knows where his interests lie." He tosses
another coin on the table.

* Eroles shuffles the cards with the practiced ease of an expert. He deals them
out.

<Eroles> 2d6-5

* Atom rolls for Eroles (2d6-5) and gets 6.

<Magellan> (*facefault*)

<GM> ( I think it's the -5 that does it. :P )

<GM> ( One higher and it'd have been a crit failure. :P )

<Magellan> (I meant more that he came close to ... yeah.)

* Magellan looks on intently.

<Eroles> ( Just talking to the GM. )

<GM> ( Gimmie a sec. )

*** DR-Showering is now known as DamienRoc

* Eroles places his cards.

<Eroles> First, the Wanderer. My home was lost long ago.

<Eroles> Second, The Blank. My influences are minor or non-existant. I live day
to day.

*** DamienRoc is now known as Abigail

* Eroles places the final cards down.

<Eroles> The Woods and the Chance.

<Eroles> I will be going into the wood, and the Double-Headed Chance shows that
it could either end with amazing fortune or a terrible fate.

* Eroles gathers up the cards.

<Eroles> Sounds like I have an interesting future in store.

* Eroles grabs the coin and puts it away.

<Magellan> Sounds to me like our fortunes match.

* Adam nods.

<Eroles> That better?

<Eroles> Yep.

* Magellan leans back in his chair and signals for more ale, if indeed there are
any serving girls left.

<GM> (Pause a sec.)

<GM> ( I want to get up and stretch and Dame can take the chance to catch up. )

<Abigail> (should'nt take too long. ^^;)

<Eroles> ( I'm gonna go grab some drink then. )

<Eroles> ( Back. )

<GM> ( Okay. I need to get a new chair. This one's hurting my ass, bluntly put.
)

<Abigail> (almost done)

<Eroles> ( I miss my Comfychair that meet a terrible fate. )

<Adam> (This office chair is about four years old...^_^; I should replace it.)

* Abigail observes the trio from a seat at the end of the bar. She slowly sips
at the drink she has been nursing for the past hour or so. The drink is about
3/4ths full, and with each sip, it's apparent that she does not quite enjoy it.

<Abigail> (description!_

<Magellan> (?)

* Abigail is a girl of not quite apparent age, it could be anywhere between 12
and 20, but she is quite short, and her legs dangle over the edge of the
barstool. Her hair is bound up in a pontail, but a few wispy strands frame her
delicately angular face.

<GM> ( There we go. )

* Abigail is wearing loose pants and a shirt with a high collar and tight cuffs.
However, her hands do not look quite normal.

<GM> ( Less Sealab, more interaction. ^_^ )

<Magellan> I say we spend tonight here and go and check out that forest in the
morning, together. We've more of a chance together, and my old bones can't do
much nighttime rambling anymore.

* Eroles sips his beer and waits to see if anyone else wants a fortune.

* Abigail licks frowns slightly, then places her drink on the bar and hops off
the stool. There is a creaking groan as the stool releases the stress of her
weight. She licks her lips a couple of times and walks over to the table.

<Eroles> Sounds interesting.

<Abigail> I would like to get my fortune told, please. *places a coin on the
table*

* Adam nods.

* Eroles peers. "Sure."

* Eroles hands over the cards. "Shuffle these please."

* Abigail picks up the cards very carefully and attempts to shuffle them. It
doesn't work, leaving a mess of cards in each of her hands, a few floating down
onto the table.

<Abigail> Sorry.

<Eroles> That's good enough. It's mainly the act.

* Abigail picks up the cards and tries again, this time by just slipping the
cards around between her hands.

* Abigail 's hands can be easily identified as mechanical, closer up.

* Abigail hands the deck back to Eroles.

* Eroles takes the cards and deals them.

<Eroles> 2d6-5

* Atom rolls for Eroles (2d6-5) and gets 0.

<GM> ( Impressive, Snake. )

<Eroles> ( I'm as good as they said. )

<Abigail> (game mechanic question. To do anything skill related it's 2d6 minus
that skill?)

<Eroles> ( Yep. )

<Eroles> ( You have to get less then either your Body/Mind/Soul, depending on
the situation. )

* Eroles places the first two cards down.

<Magellan> (Depending on the skill, actually.)

<Eroles> Two of Swords. There was violence in your past. The Forge. Something to
do with metals. That's one of the more obscure cards.

* Eroles places the next card down.

<Eroles> The Wish. Your life is influenced by a strong wish.

* Eroles places the last card down and shows the closest to surprise you've
seen.

* Eroles lifts the card up, showing another doublesided card.

<Eroles> The Blank and the Knight of Swords.

<Eroles> This is... very interesting.

* Adam blinks.

<Eroles> I have never seen this combination before.

<Magellan> Seems to be a night for new things.

<Eroles> .. Very interesting.

<Abigail> What does it mean?

<Eroles> Something in your future is a soldier without purpose.

* Abigail blinks and chews on her lip for a moment.

<Magellan> Well, that makes almost no sense at all.

<Abigail> That is very vague.

<Eroles> Very.

* Adam ponders.

<Eroles> This is.. interesting. To say the least.

<Eroles> This could mean that in the future, you will be a fighter without
purpose.

<Eroles> Or an important person in your life could be a soldier without purpose

<Abigail> Vague to the point that any interpretation could be made.

* Abigail smiles slightly.

<Abigail> How do we know you aren't a fraud?

<Eroles> You don't. It's really up to trust.

<Abigail> Can those... *she points at the cards* Say what people think about me?

<Eroles> I can try. It's very very difficult though.

<Abigail> Well, I suppose we'll see how good you are, then.

* Magellan sips his ale and watches.

* Eroles shrugs and gives it a try.

<Adam> (Be right back.  Keep going, I'll catch up. ^_^)

<Eroles> I'll try it for.. everyone at this table.

<Eroles> First.. our inventor friend over here.

* Eroles fans the cards out and holds them face-down in front of Magellan.
"Choose any card."

* Magellan picks one out of the left-hand-side.

<Eroles> 2d6-5

* Atom rolls for Eroles (2d6-5) and gets 4.

<Eroles> ( Asking a question. One minute. )

* Eroles looks at the card and places it down.

<Eroles> The Unopened Box. He finds you interesting.

* Eroles holds the cards in front of him and picks one from the right.

* Eroles places it down.

<Eroles> The Blank. Nothing personal, but I really don't feel too strongly about
you. People do this all the time.

<Eroles> 2d6-5

* Atom rolls for Eroles (2d6-5) and gets -1.

<Adam> (Back.)

* Eroles holds the cards out to Adam.

* Adam picks one.

<GM> (Just use that roll for Adam.)

<Abigail> (GOOD timing!)

* Eroles places the card down. "The Spy.". He's a bit suspicious of you.

* Eroles gathers the cards.

* Adam smiles sheepishly.  "I'm sorry.  I'm suspicious of everyone."

<Eroles> There we are. That will be another gold coin please.

* Abigail chews her lip.

<Abigail> Very well. *she pushes a coin slowly across the table*

* Eroles places it into his pouch.

<Eroles> Well.

* Abigail stands up. The chair creaks much as the bar stool did.

<GM> The waitress from before looks at Eroles darkly as she passes behind Abby
with a tray, giving him a dark scowl. "Tricking more people out of their gold,
false prophet?" she snits bitterly, slamming a wine glass down on the table and
then leaving.

<Abigail> She doesn't believe you, either.

* Magellan reaches up the the bird and adjusts it a little. "What are you so
worried about, girl? You seem nice enough."

<Eroles> Not many people do.

* Abigail glances sidelong at Magellan. "You just don't know me, then."

<Abigail> But... she doesn't believe you because you didn't give her a good
fortune. I don't believe you because your fortunes are all but useless.

* Magellan smacks his forehead with his palm. "Ach, that's what bein' old will
do for you. I've plumb forgotten to be civil."

<Eroles> Sorry.

<GM> The wench looks at Magellan as if he was defending a tentacle demon
writhing around in a chair. "What do you know? My Perra is gone with that...
that TRAMP! She just KEEPS them out there. I haven't seen him in weeks..." She
looks about to cry, now, venom forgotten. "He brought me... some money. And said
he'd be back when the Priestess' great work was done... that green-haired
TRAMP!"

<GM> ( Did I mention the tramp part? Tramp! Trampity tramp tramp tramp. )

<Eroles> ( Why no, I didn't get it. )

* Abigail cooly observes the waitress. "Not much for religion, either, are you?"

* Magellan starts to thrust his hand out and then forgets what he was doing as
the waitress goes off on her tirade.

<Magellan> (Jesus, what a group.)

<GM> ( The so-called 'Earth Priestess' is not a common-sounding faith. Most
people have a sort of monotheism thing going on because I'm too lazy to give up
easy fodder like Christianity. )

<Abigail> (mmm... religious fodder.)

* Eroles pulls a gold coin out of his pouch and holds it out to the woman. "If
you are hard up for money and unhappy with your fortune, I'll offer a refund."

<Magellan> (mm... mocking christianity.)

<GM> The poor wench gives Eroles a bitter look. "I don't need your charity.
Just... maybe, if you really can see everything, you could show me a little
kindness. Lie to me a little..." She rubs her eyes, realizes she's making a
scene, and retreats with as much dignity as she can muster.

* Adam sighs.  "A pity..."

* Magellan casts an eye to Eroles. "Told you."

<Abigail> You're not a very successful fortune teller, are you?

* Magellan snaps his fingers.

* Eroles shrugs. "It was the first twenty times I saw it. You would be really
surprised how often this happens."

<Magellan> Almost forgot again.

<Adam> For what it's worth, I think you're accurate.

<Eroles> Actually, I do pretty well.

* Magellan thrusts his hand out into the middle of the table. "Name's Magellan.
Magellan Aloysuis Drogg. Pleasure to meet peoples as nice as yourselves."

<GM> ( Magellan passed his extended senility roll. Finally. )

<Eroles> Eroles Teros. Nice to meet you.

* Adam smiles and shakes Magellan's hand.  "I'm Adam Scherer - likewise."

* Abigail stares at the outstretched hand, but keeps hers firmly at her side.
"Abby."

<Magellan> (Eh, I botched Aloysius. But who can tell, really?)

<Adam> (I can.  I have Linguistics at level 3. ^_^_v)

<GM> ( ... )

<Magellan> ( ... )

<Adam> (What?)

<Eroles> ( ... )

<Abigail> (no... just no.)

<Magellan> Great! Now we're all introduced, I can get another cup of... damn,
she left again, didn't she?

<Eroles> Yep.

<Magellan> Aaaah, fiddlefuckers. Or was that fiddlesticks?

<Magellan> Eh, no matter.

<Adam> (...)

<GM> (...)

<Eroles> ( ... )

<Eroles> I'm pretty sure it's sticks.

<Magellan> Don't bother, I'll just forget again in a few minutes.

<Magellan> (Have I told you about Sammy Jankis yet?)

<GM> (Shaddap and play. c.c;)

<Magellan> (I would, but we're too busy laughing at #HHHITS.)

* Eroles calmly shuffles his cards.

* Abigail looks at Magellan. "So what do you do?"

<GM> ( Please god, don't make me bring Goldmoon and Riverwind in here. )

<Adam> (I cast Magic Missile!)

* Abigail (crushes Adam into very fine pulp.)

<Adam> (Ow.)

* Magellan idly taps his mug on the table. "Eh? Oh. I'm a blacksmith, kinda.
More of a machinist."

<Eroles> Well. Anyone interested in a card game?

* Adam perks up.  "Oh?"

<Abigail> Ah. *edges just slightly away from Magellan*

<Magellan> Sure. Fun times, get to know each other.

* Eroles pulls out a pack of cards. Regular cards this time.

<Abigail> Very well.

* Abigail sits back down... slowly. The chair creaks.

* Eroles deals the cards out and looks over his cards. (How do we do this?
Gaming(Gambling) next to Mind to decide who wins each round?)

* Magellan picks up his cards and looks at Adam. "So. What do you do, boy?"

* Adam picks up his cards.  "Oh, I'm a journalist."

<GM> ( Who needs rolls? Unless you're betting real money, just roleplay it out.
Keeping in mind that Erole and especially Adam have the edge here. )

<Adam> So, what game are we playing?

<Eroles> How about.. Blackjack?

<GM> ( And real-world card games are fair game. Except Egyptian Ratscrew. )

<Adam> (Oh lord.)

<Magellan> (Damn.)

<Magellan> (5,6,3,4,4 *WRENCH*)

<Abigail> (Damn... You sure? ^_^)

<Magellan> Fine with me.

<Magellan> A journalist, huh? What kind of journalist?

* Eroles passes out two cards each.

<Adam> I write pretty much whatever the publisher finds interesting...of course,
what he finds interesting is often dangerous to write about.

<Abigail> Hmm...

<Abigail> 1d15

* Atom rolls for Abigail (1d15) and gets 6.

* Eroles rolls for Abigail (1d15) and gets 10.

<Magellan> (...)

<Abigail> Hmm... hit me.

<Eroles> ( ... )

<Eroles> ( The HELL? )

<GM> ( That ain't right. )

<Magellan> 1d15

* Eroles rolls for Magellan (1d15) and gets 10.

* Atom rolls for Magellan (1d15) and gets 12.

<Eroles> ( Fixed. )

<Abigail> (I have no idea why I rolled fifteen, though.)

<Eroles> ( Try it again. )

<Abigail> 1d13

* Atom rolls for Abigail (1d13) and gets 6.

<Abigail> 1d13

* Atom rolls for Abigail (1d13) and gets 4.

<Abigail> Hit me.

<Adam> (Okay, I have to figure out my roll...^_^;)

<Magellan> (Er... yeah. 13.)

<Magellan> 1d13

* Atom rolls for Magellan (1d13) and gets 10.

<Abigail> (1-10 is that. 11 is Jack, 12 is queen, 13 is king)

* Eroles hits her. Not literally, of course.

<Abigail> 1d13

* Atom rolls for Abigail (1d13) and gets 7.

<GM> ( Sorry, but it's almost midnight... )

<Abigail> Hold.

<GM> The barkeep coughs and raises his voice. "Last call! Last call for drinks."

<Eroles> ( Let's just assume we've been playing for a while. )

<Magellan> Oh, damn. I almost had a full house this time, too.

* Abigail blinks at Magellan.

<Abigail> This isn't poker.

* Magellan eyes his cards. "... You're right. Damn, I must be tired."

<GM> (Yeah. Wrap it up, if'n you can. ^_^ )

* Eroles did quite well. Too bad we're only playing for rocks.

* Abigail did rather poorly. Thankfully, we're not playing for money.

* Adam did quite well, also.

<Abigail> Well, gentlemen.

* Magellan plops his cards down, and picks up his wrench and toolbox, which was
hiding under the table. "So I'll see you three tomorrow, then?"

* Abigail pushes herself up from the chair. It creaks... again.

<Eroles> I believe I shall retire for the night. See you tommorow.

* Adam nods, and bows.

<Abigail> It was... *she pauses* Nice to meet you. *she nods to each one in
turn, but does nto proffer her hand.*

<Abigail> Tomorrow... what for?

<Magellan> Well, we're going to the forest, aren't we?

<Abigail> Are you? I suppose I shall come along.

<Abigail> Tomorrow then.

<GM> The barkeep is starting to turn over chairs on tables, as people stretch
and file out.

* Magellan nods, and stands up. "Been a real pleasure." He heads off to his
room.

* Adam bows once again, checks his belongings, and exits.

* Abigail turns and swiftly heads out the door.

<GM> [ SESSION END. HOOHAH. ]

* Eroles heads off for his room.

<Abigail> Hokay!

*** Eroles has quit IRC (Quit: )

<GM> [ ERRR, YEAH. REALLY DONE THIS TIME. ]

<Abigail> Wow... that was cool.

<Atom> That was Fun Todd. ((_^