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realmofstories2018-11-11 12:21 am
apothecarry) wrote in realmofstories2018-11-11 12:21 am
Entry tags:
A robot and a roadie walk into a bar
Characters: {Alfyn | Johnny Appleseed} & {9S | The Scholar}
Campaign: ?? Break still?
Format: [ brackets ]
Open
Summary: Just intro stuff! Breaking into houses and trying to get used to living in a world with different rules.
They wound up just outside of town together and that's how they walk into it...
[A]
[ Alfyn and 9S have been given a plethora of shiny new keys -- and where a key exists, so too must its lock. Unfortunately, the keys don't come attached to a convenient street address, nor is there a map to point them in a likely direction.
There are, however, a number of unusual residences scattered around town. As he and Alfyn come across one of these houses, 9S impulsively takes his key ring and tries to jam a couple of keys into the front door lock while Alfyn watches with shocking complacency. The first keys don't work, of course, but it's worth being thorough.
9S continues trying all of the keys on his overly abundant keyring with single-minded focus. ]
Hey, let's try your keys too.
[ He speaks to Alfyn without turning around. Perhaps this is the perfect moment for the actual owner of the house (a.k.a. you) to catch a pair of strangers trying to break in? ]
[B]
[A few hours spent trying to break into houses sure works up an appetite! Alfyn grins and throws his arm across 9S's shoulders, making all his gestures with the draping hand.]
I don't know about you, but I'm starved! Got a favorite food? It looks like we could find just about anything we wanted around here, long as we've got the leaves for it.
[He found that coin pouch in his satchel! That oughta be plenty for a meal, even if the coin is weird-lookin'. That's what you've gotta expect from a story, right? The look of the coin only matters when it's important to the tale anyway. He steers 9S toward the nearest restaurant-tavern-looking building with a spring in his step.]
Or an ale? You look a little young for the alehouse but I'm bettin' that ain't quite the truth.
[9S doesn't get much of a chance to protest any of this? Before Alfyn throws the tavern door open and looks around for the barkeep. He's still grinning. He can almost taste his cold drink already...]
Table for two, please! [He miiiiight have shouted that a bit? Into a crowded-ish bar. Whoops.]
[[Joint intro-ing for 9S and Alfyn! Please catch them breaking into your house. Or failing to, because the keys don't work, and that makes for a good reason to drink.]]
Campaign: ?? Break still?
Format: [ brackets ]
Open
Summary: Just intro stuff! Breaking into houses and trying to get used to living in a world with different rules.
They wound up just outside of town together and that's how they walk into it...
[A]
[ Alfyn and 9S have been given a plethora of shiny new keys -- and where a key exists, so too must its lock. Unfortunately, the keys don't come attached to a convenient street address, nor is there a map to point them in a likely direction.
There are, however, a number of unusual residences scattered around town. As he and Alfyn come across one of these houses, 9S impulsively takes his key ring and tries to jam a couple of keys into the front door lock while Alfyn watches with shocking complacency. The first keys don't work, of course, but it's worth being thorough.
9S continues trying all of the keys on his overly abundant keyring with single-minded focus. ]
Hey, let's try your keys too.
[ He speaks to Alfyn without turning around. Perhaps this is the perfect moment for the actual owner of the house (a.k.a. you) to catch a pair of strangers trying to break in? ]
[B]
[A few hours spent trying to break into houses sure works up an appetite! Alfyn grins and throws his arm across 9S's shoulders, making all his gestures with the draping hand.]
I don't know about you, but I'm starved! Got a favorite food? It looks like we could find just about anything we wanted around here, long as we've got the leaves for it.
[He found that coin pouch in his satchel! That oughta be plenty for a meal, even if the coin is weird-lookin'. That's what you've gotta expect from a story, right? The look of the coin only matters when it's important to the tale anyway. He steers 9S toward the nearest restaurant-tavern-looking building with a spring in his step.]
Or an ale? You look a little young for the alehouse but I'm bettin' that ain't quite the truth.
[9S doesn't get much of a chance to protest any of this? Before Alfyn throws the tavern door open and looks around for the barkeep. He's still grinning. He can almost taste his cold drink already...]
Table for two, please! [He miiiiight have shouted that a bit? Into a crowded-ish bar. Whoops.]
[[Joint intro-ing for 9S and Alfyn! Please catch them breaking into your house. Or failing to, because the keys don't work, and that makes for a good reason to drink.]]