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fandomtownies2024-12-04 11:39 pm
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The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (12/5)
Any and all minor freakouts over Stark's radio broadcast referring to the other day's temporary fireplace as one that belonged to both her and Vi collectively (it did, no matter how hard they refused to admit it) aside, Steph was having a pretty damn good week even before discovering that the rain of marzipan in the immediate vicinity of her store came in the shapes of not only dice, but various fantasy and sci-fi creatures that --
Wait, hang on, are they really...?
Gathering up a bunch of marzipan pieces in her beanie, she raced into the store and retrieved a battlemap mat before arranging a handful of gnolls and kobolds and a dragon or two on the squares.
"Ho. Ly. Shit, they're actually to scale," she blurted out gleefully before finding a really large chip bowl and running back outside to collect some more.
Free minis! Eat your vanquished foes! read the sign on the counter next to the bowl. Please wipe down the mats and tables afterward though.
Little Bot was rolling around with a spray bottle of cleaning solution and a roll of paper towels, just so no one had an excuse to not clean up after themselves, and his battered Cypher Rulebook of Enforcement in case they tried anyway.
Steph was going to be working on a bit of a sugar high today, which given the look of fiendish glee on her face as she typed up notes for her next session was probably bad news for her players.
[OOC: Open! I miss marzipan. Stupid nut allergies.]
Wait, hang on, are they really...?
Gathering up a bunch of marzipan pieces in her beanie, she raced into the store and retrieved a battlemap mat before arranging a handful of gnolls and kobolds and a dragon or two on the squares.
"Ho. Ly. Shit, they're actually to scale," she blurted out gleefully before finding a really large chip bowl and running back outside to collect some more.
Free minis! Eat your vanquished foes! read the sign on the counter next to the bowl. Please wipe down the mats and tables afterward though.
Little Bot was rolling around with a spray bottle of cleaning solution and a roll of paper towels, just so no one had an excuse to not clean up after themselves, and his battered Cypher Rulebook of Enforcement in case they tried anyway.
Steph was going to be working on a bit of a sugar high today, which given the look of fiendish glee on her face as she typed up notes for her next session was probably bad news for her players.
[OOC: Open! I miss marzipan. Stupid nut allergies.]