Chilly Boulder, Wednesday Afternoon

[notarockharpist]

Yasha hadn't intended to go out today and end up with ice cream, for the record; she'd just been out wandering around the town when she realized an older NPC man kept eyeing her with nervous suspicion, from the other side of the street. And, well, she was used to people giving her that sort of look, but she didn't especially enjoy it.

So, rather than pretend to ignore that apprehensive look any longer, she just ducked into the nearest store entrance to get out of his line of sight, not paying any attention to the sign, and ended up startling the poor employee behind the counter badly with her abrupt entrance. Combined with ... yeah. It was probably the part where a tall musclebound woman carrying a giant sword had come barging through the front door, without preamble and with a slightly frantic expression on her face, that had done that. Then in her efforts to keep him from freaking out and also sort of apologize for scaring him in the first place, Yasha finally blurted out, "Listen, what's the biggest, weirdest thing on your menu? Just -- just give me that. Please? Okay."

... which was how she came to be sitting here, staring at the Skywalker Special in front of her, sampling a little bit of each flavor, and kind of wishing Jester could be here to appreciate this giant sugary monument. She was going to get pictures of it, at least, now that she had the hang of using the camera on her phone. Not that she knew how to actually get them to Jester short of turning up in person, but trying to puzzle out how she'd make that work should keep her thoughts nice and occupied for a while, right?

[OOC: ... idk. Still trying to, like, jumpstart myself, I guess? Post open, usual SP disclaimers apply.]

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[notarockharpist]

"That's -- " Yasha gave him a perplexed look for a moment. "Very nice for you, I guess?"

She had the same CON score as their squishy wizard. How sad was that.

[magnusrushesin]

Oh. Oh, man. They needed to fix that for all those times when CON was needed. Unlike WIS, ammirite?

He held out a hand for a high-five to celebrate that.

[notarockharpist]

Nah. Nobody needed a high wisdom score! It wasn't like you had to worry about constantly getting hit by mind control and memory spells or anything!

Oh wait.

Yasha looked at his hand for a moment, trying to figure out what she was supposed to do. Wait. This was something she'd seen Beau and Fjord do, wasn't it?

So she reached over and smacked his hand. Hard, like someone with a +3 strength modifier.

"What are we supposed to be excited about right now, again?"

[magnusrushesin]

It was okay, he had a good armor class at least.

"My ability to eat a ton of ice cream. Maybe not, like, a literal ton. But a lot," he said, shaking his hand out. Shaking it off.

He still took 2 damage there. Which was weird.

[notarockharpist]

Yeah, Yasha's AC was terrible and was going to be for a while, unfortunately, due to some terrible luck during character creation.

"But ... this is my ice cream," Yasha said, not so much defensive as, well, kind of plaintive-sounding? "I'd like to see you try, though, if you get your own."

You could certainly try, Magnus, as a long-suffering DM who commiserated with yours might say. You could certainly try.

[magnusrushesin]

"You're on!" Magnus said brightly, marching on over to the counter to demand what she had as well. He couldn't help himself when a competition was on the line.

Also, he was the DM now. Look. Look at him. He's the DM now.

[notarockharpist]

Well then, now you too know the DM's pain, Magnus. Congratulations.

Yasha frowned slightly. "Is this a competition? I was mostly just curious to see if you could do it, but ..."

She wouldn't turn it down exactly. But she would absolutely try to see if she could --literally, because barbarian -- rage-eat the entire thing.

[magnusrushesin]

"It's totally a competition now! It'll be great." Other than the upset tummies.

[notarockharpist]

Just as long as nobody threw up. Yasha was a sympathy puker.

She sighed, but there was a tiny hint of grudging amusement in her voice despite her somewhat exasperated expression.

"Are there any rules to this competition?" Listen, nobody had stopped her from raging at an arm-wrestling match. "And ... I don't even -- who am I competing against, exactly?"

Pfft, smooth segues into conventional introductions were for other people.

[magnusrushesin]

That was hella smooth. Don't even.

"Oh, right!" He straightened up, sliping back into a gruffer, more Errol Flynn sounding voice. "Magnus Burnsides, human fighter and sometimes rogue. Hail and well met!"

[notarockharpist]

"Hail and well met," Yasha echoed back uncertainly, not really sure how to respond to that one. (Molly would've known what to say. Molly would've liked this guy, too.) "I'm Yasha. I'm --"

Not meta-aware enough to introduce herself by character class, sadly.

"-- very good at killing things?"

Yeah, the giant honking sword kind of alluded to that, Yasha.

[magnusrushesin]

"Me too!" Magnus was super excited because he was just collecting bad ass, socially awkward ladies to be his buddies. "May I say? Super cool sword."

[notarockharpist]

Hey, as collections went, that was a solid choice.

"Thank you," Yasha replied, a little easier this time because hey, talking about weapons and fighting things was a lot more familiar to her! "It's -- it's very old, I think. We took it from an ancient wizard's lab."

She reached up to the hilt, then hesitated. "Did you want to look at it?"

[magnusrushesin]

"Ohmygodyes," Magnus said all in one breath. "You can see mine if you want. Or my ax. Or this cool spear I got from a goddess."

Oh god, he was in the inventory again.

[notarockharpist]

"But I've only just met you," Yasha replied, absolutely deadpan. But also still unsheathing Magician's Judge and offering it to him. Yes, in the middle of the ice cream shop.

She only had the one magical weapon, okay, she was only level 6.

[magnusrushesin]

But it was better than those adorable level ones, right?

"Oh, I'm not hitting on you. I'm married," Magnus said without skipping a beat. "It's so cool. Man, all I find in wizards' rooms are stern lectures about boundaries and sometimes my jacket."

[notarockharpist]

"You're not my type anyway," Yasha added. "And we did have to actually fight the ... some kind of ghost of the wizard, I think? It's not like we just walked right in and took it and walked back out."

She paused.

"Your jacket?"

[magnusrushesin]

"Was it a lich? Because I know a lich." Of course he did. "Yeah, he says it's not fashion forward, but totally stole it at least five times."

[notarockharpist]

"I'm not sure what it was?" Because they'd been level 5 at the time and a lich was way above their capabilities. "Some kind of undead thing though. Tried to make me and Beau attack each other."

She was still annoyed about that.

"... must be a really nice jacket, then."

She almost succeeded at not remembering Molly's ridiculous coat. Almost.

[magnusrushesin]

A lich was honestly above Tres Horny Boys' capabilities too. Luckily for them, Barry was on their side.

"It was pretty sweet," he admitted. "But man, that sucks. I once got enthralled by a Dracula and attacked my buddies, so I totally feel you."

Or would in the future? Look, live shows were hazy.

[notarockharpist]

Jester had tried to get on Siff's good side, but apparently he wasn't a fan of cinnamon.

"It's pretty awful," Yasha muttered. And she wasn't even going to get enthralled by the succubus for a good while yet, to say nothing of that whole cult murder rampage in her future. Or the one she couldn't remember.

Yeah. Having a 9 Wisdom was fun.

"So are you going to get that ice cream, or ...?"

[magnusrushesin]

"Oh yeah!" Good NPC, reminding him of the plot.

Magnus dug out the Flaming, Raging, Poisoning Sword of Doom for her to check out as he went back to the counter where the much beleaguered staff was waiting with his order.

[notarockharpist]

Well, these digressions happened. That was only inevitable, but since there was no DM to wrangle things back around to the plot here ...

"Oh. That's --" Yasha hefted the sword experimentally in one hand and kept turning it one way then another to examine it from different angles. "A lot. Wow?"

HOW DID YOU HAVE CONVERSATIONS LIKE THIS.

[magnusrushesin]

JUST 'YES, AND?' EVERYTHING, BABY. IT'S ALL JAZZ. IT'S ALL ABOUT THE CONVERSATIONS YOU DON'T HAVE.

"Kinda the sickest thing ever, right? My buddy had to con a warlock to get that."

[notarockharpist]

"Was that hard?" Look the only warlock Yasha knew was Fjord, and his wisdom score was even worse than hers.

A very faint almost-smile twitched at the corners of her mouth for a moment. "Beau lied to a crime boss to get mine."

[magnusrushesin]

"It was this whole thing where he flexed those charisma modifiers and got some buffs beforehand. And he only wanted it to look cool," Magnus said with a fond little sigh. "Classic Taako."

Man, he missed his buddy.

"Hey, you know Beau?"

[notarockharpist]

Yasha nodded. "We traveled together, on and off, for a little bit, when she went back to our world a little while ago. Though ... I did not expect to find her here."

It was kind of awkward.

"There were a few other people with us, I mean," she added, just to clarify. Because you had to have a whole adventuring party if you were going to make a liveplay thing out of it.

[magnusrushesin]

"Lucky. No one from back home sticks around long here," Magnus said with a sigh.

[notarockharpist]

"I'm sorry," Yasha told him sincerely. "I ... am not used to that, either."

[magnusrushesin]

"Oh, that's sad," Magnus said.

[notarockharpist]

Yasha just shrugged. Not that he was wrong! It was just ... that was kind of the story of her life, really, but she wasn't about to dump that on somebody she'd just met. Especially since she was still 16 episodes away from giving anybody in the Mighty Nein any of her backstory.

"I'm not used to staying in one place very long, anyway," she added. Well. Not any more.

THE ADVENTURING LIFE.

[magnusrushesin]

"Oh, man. That's sad too!" Magnus replied. "Do you want to eat ice cream until it's not sad?"

What even, Maggie?

[notarockharpist]

"Does that work?"

Yasha sounded skeptical, sure, but going back to that shitty wisdom stat, it wasn't hard to convince her of things most of the time, and you know what, why the hell not.

[magnusrushesin]

"Probably!" Low WIS buddies for life!

[notarockharpist]

"Well, I'm open to trying it. Why not?"

This was probably just going to end in sadness of a different kind, but, you know, some people had to learn the hard way.

[magnusrushesin]

They could always go stab people until she was less sad. Or he cpuld offer some hugs.

Primo hugger here. Super high stats.

"Heck yeah! You're on!"

[notarockharpist]

Stabbing was probably the better option. Yasha was uncomfortable with approximately 95% of physical contact that wasn't, you know, stabbing people.

"Get your spoon, then," she said, and yes, she did make that sound a little bit like a challenge.

[magnusrushesin]

But, but... Those stats!

Magnus drew his spoon like it was a weapon, ready to go. "C'mon. Let's do this."