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fandomtownies2025-08-14 08:17 am
drumsticksandd20s) wrote in fandomtownies2025-08-14 08:17 am
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The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (8/14)
It was a fairly routine day today, as far as Steph was concerned: the regular gaming groups were all settled in at their usual tables, the mini-painting club was set up in the designated area, Little Bot patrolled the area cleaning up messes and retrieving people's dice and game pieces from beneath tables, Saffron ostentatiously ignored everyone (especially her) as she slept in the middle of the displacer beast plushies.
Well.
Except for the cacaphony coming from the gremlins' table, where the gremlins were gathered around a booklet screeching in disbelief.
Steph, trailed dutifully by Little Bot and his trusty dented Sourcebook of Intimidation, headed over to try and figure out the problem.
"Wait," she said after a minute or so of squinting at the booklet handed to her by one indignant gremlin. It was photocopied and hand-stapled, though she didn't recognize it as part of her indie games inventory. "Are... these rules telling you that... you literally can't do anything that might be implied by, oh, I don't know, your characters' entire literal role descriptions and the entire game setting?"
The gremlins all waved their hands and screeched in the affirmative at her.
"This is stupid. Go find something else to play, okay? I'll..." She glowered at the booklet in her hand. "Do something with this. God, why do I have a feeling Ainsley is partly responsible for this ridiculousness?"
[OOC: One active fandom of mine that isn't outright fucking embarrassing. I am begging. Open, though I may be extremely slow.]
Well.
Except for the cacaphony coming from the gremlins' table, where the gremlins were gathered around a booklet screeching in disbelief.
Steph, trailed dutifully by Little Bot and his trusty dented Sourcebook of Intimidation, headed over to try and figure out the problem.
"Wait," she said after a minute or so of squinting at the booklet handed to her by one indignant gremlin. It was photocopied and hand-stapled, though she didn't recognize it as part of her indie games inventory. "Are... these rules telling you that... you literally can't do anything that might be implied by, oh, I don't know, your characters' entire literal role descriptions and the entire game setting?"
The gremlins all waved their hands and screeched in the affirmative at her.
"This is stupid. Go find something else to play, okay? I'll..." She glowered at the booklet in her hand. "Do something with this. God, why do I have a feeling Ainsley is partly responsible for this ridiculousness?"
[OOC: One active fandom of mine that isn't outright fucking embarrassing. I am begging. Open, though I may be extremely slow.]