Wednesday, April 2, 2014

91- A Place with Tacos

Dane: [GM] You guys want to move on to the next chapter of the story?
Joe: [OOC] I would say I've already won this one, so yes.
Soo: [OOC] How did you 'win' a tabletop RPG?
Joe: [OOC] Well, at the end of this chapter I can fly. Kali is a wanted criminal. Mari and Bailey are still themselves, which is its own loss. Therefore I'm the only person who is finishing the chapter better than they started.
Ian: [OOC] Hey! Mari... I think she did something... Wow, did I really peak at getting a shotgun?
Kyle: [OOC] I have low expectations of Bailey. He keeps living and I keep playing him. It's that kind of relationship.
Ian: [OOC] Given some of your rolls, 'he keeps living' is kind of a win by itself.
Joe: [OOC] Quickly Dane! The plot! Assessing progress is one step from realizing that you could have used the time spent playing the game to develop a real-life skill!
Soo: [OOC] But you started it...
Joe: [OOC] Exactly! I started it! ME! That should be plenty of indication NOT to do it.
Dane: [GM] Three days pass and you are at a train station. You are surrounded by the rolling green hills and sheep of the Imperial-held island of Carna. A pleasant and idyllic little province that's traditionally been a stable part of the empire as a whole. Not a whole lot goes on here because there really isn't much to do: the scarce local industry is mostly sheep and other livestock. Dr. Graham thinks that the Order of the Opening Eye has taken advantage of the local peace to set up a secret training camp in the mountains of the island. 
Joe: [OOC] Sheep, quiet, green fields and secret cults of doom. Leave it to Dane to have a fantasy world of infinite possibilities and make New Zealand instead.
Soo: [OOC] I don't think there's a lot of secret cults of doom in New Zealand.
Joe: [OOC] You don't know the Kiwis like I do Soo. I know the blackness inside them.
Kyle: [OOC] If this is a rural island, where does the train go?
Dane: [GM] The train station you are at is the only one on the island and doesn't run anywhere. It was built at the single port settlement of Carnaville in the hopes of connecting future towns that might be settled. However, no such towns have yet been built.
Ian: [Mari Shasho] Mari breathes deeply of the air. "Dang it! It's so good to be out in the fresh air again! I think I already like this place."
Joe: [GR-210] GR flutters about, looking around. "Don't say that Mari. Every time we like someplace, something bad usually happens."
Dane: [Danielle] Danielle nods weakly. "We do tend to be the harbingers of unfortunate consequences..."
Joe: [GR-210] "Hey! You're right Danielle! Maybe infiltrating this cult won't be so hard. We're pretty good at causing the apocalypse."
Soo: [Kali dVostog] Kali ducks to avoid GR. "Oh yes, that's very subtle. Just announce that we're here to do that. It will make it ever-so easy."
Joe: [GR-210] "I think it's pretty clever. Kind of like hiding in plain sight. No one will suspect that the people claiming to be infiltrating a cult are actually here to do that."
Ian: [Mari Shasho] "I think you're confusing 'clever' with 'idiotic'."
Soo: [OOC] Can I also request that GR-210 never be described as 'fluttering' again. I think Joe is ruining butterflies for me.
Joe: [OOC] Hey that's how I should infiltrate the cult. We'll make me a butterfly costume and I'll pretend to be an evil butterfly.
Ian: [OOC] You know, it's funny. There's so many logical issues with that idea that I just... can't figure out how to discredit it. I know it can be, but to encapsulate everything wrong with it is just beyond the capacity of the English language.
Kyle: [OOC] You know Dane, I was going to type what Bailey was doing but if I don't can he just not be here at all?
Dane: [GM] Sometimes I just close my eyes while I GM and pretend I'm in a completely different place. A happy place. A place with tacos and a lack of human beings.


  1. I can't tell if the "single train station" thing is a Chekhov's Gun, a fun little bit of world building, or Dane trying to explain away an accidental plothole.