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fandomtownies2022-03-30 11:39 pm
drumsticksandd20s) wrote in fandomtownies2022-03-30 11:39 pm
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The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (3/31)
Not that Steph's creative output was ever really lacking, but this week was doing wonders for it, and she hated it.
So far this week' she'd composed or at least partly composed several new songs -- though she figured she'd worry about coming up with lyrics at some definitely later date -- and spent so much time jamming on her drums that she was pretty sure she'd leveled up her muscle tone game. Not to mention that she'd not only completed writing a one-shot adventure about trying to escape an entire lair of succubi, she'd homebrewed an entire set of sexytimes rules and mechanics to go with it.
After researching at least a half dozen rulesets that already existed in various game systems. Shut up.
She'd also made all her players cry in every session she'd GMed all week. As a general rule Steph took a disturbing amount of glee in making her players' lives difficult, but this week... uh, well. They were giving her a lot of grief about being more devious than usual, suffice to say.
There was a new shipment of miniatures that needed to be unboxed and set out, but she was ignoring them for now so she didn't end up doing something like... taking a bunch of them out of the packaging and arranging them in compromising positions.
If she hadn't already deleted her Smolder account and emphatically sworn off the whole thing, she'd be almost -- almost -- tempted to re-download that damn app, because argh.
The "Now Hiring" sign was still up in the window, but Steph wouldn't blame anyone for not having that as a priority this week.
[OOC: Open, usual SP applies, etc.!]
So far this week' she'd composed or at least partly composed several new songs -- though she figured she'd worry about coming up with lyrics at some definitely later date -- and spent so much time jamming on her drums that she was pretty sure she'd leveled up her muscle tone game. Not to mention that she'd not only completed writing a one-shot adventure about trying to escape an entire lair of succubi, she'd homebrewed an entire set of sexytimes rules and mechanics to go with it.
After researching at least a half dozen rulesets that already existed in various game systems. Shut up.
She'd also made all her players cry in every session she'd GMed all week. As a general rule Steph took a disturbing amount of glee in making her players' lives difficult, but this week... uh, well. They were giving her a lot of grief about being more devious than usual, suffice to say.
There was a new shipment of miniatures that needed to be unboxed and set out, but she was ignoring them for now so she didn't end up doing something like... taking a bunch of them out of the packaging and arranging them in compromising positions.
If she hadn't already deleted her Smolder account and emphatically sworn off the whole thing, she'd be almost -- almost -- tempted to re-download that damn app, because argh.
The "Now Hiring" sign was still up in the window, but Steph wouldn't blame anyone for not having that as a priority this week.
[OOC: Open, usual SP applies, etc.!]