It's a good thing that there are some mature characters in the party who can help the two of them through navigating social situations... Maybe, possibly.
What? No, I'm a delight in social situations.
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What? No, I'm a delight in social situations.
Is Shang really the only one who has any respect for the establishment you people are blindly picking a fight in?
Well in my defense, I'm playing a somewhat wild child backing up her new friend, so no, zero concern about respecting businesses.
Wonder who I accidently killed. . . anywho, @Crimson Flame Ariel's up.
Mabel looks up as Kovu joins the group. There's something about those eyes and what little of his face she can see, it's alluring. She finds herself stealing further glances as the Huntsman talks with him.
The food doesn't bother Mabel much. The orange juice is real and the meat is about on par with the broxy her cheapskate great uncle buys. The roly-polys however, she pushes away from herself after the waitress wanders off.
(*Broxy is meat from an animal that died of disease.)
She notices the sketchy guys, but doesn't think much of them, except that they're creepy, until Ariel starts to sing a song making fun of them. She laughs like the tween she is, “Ooo, she got you!”
The men however don't take it well and pull out weapons. The Huntsman rises to confront them.
“Okay, we're doing this?” asks Mabel rhetorically. Obviously they're doing this, she reaches back and pulls her crossbow around (which she has because her great uncle wanted to make sure she was safe while in the woods around town). She aims for the weapon hand of the guy on the left, “Hey creepos! I think you ought to leave her alone! She's with us!”
She pulls the trigger. Her primary goal being to disarm or at least warn the guy, so non-lethal damage.
Got a 19 (looks like rush9^'s 19 beats it)
roleplayerguild.com/rolls/25413
roleplayerguild.com/rolls/25413
I'm just trying to stay on brand with Mabel's random dialogue (though she does tend to say funny things). Irl, I'm probably more of a Dipper.
Mabel turned to the red haired woman, Ariel, in excitement, “You've never had cake? Lady, let me tell you, it's great, it's like a rainbow for your mouth!”
(Not sure Ariel would have seen a rainbow either.)
She turns her attention back to the huntsman, pulling herself up into one of the empty seats, “Well, my name's Mabel, rhymes with table. . . Anyways, I don't really need a map of the city, so much as a map of where this city is in comparison to the city where I need to be. Gotta get back to my bro-bro before he goes insane. Not sure if he's more worried about me or this stupid book right about. . .”
Her attention was distracted again as another beautiful young woman, this one with white hair, approached. Her thoughts on food, and mead seemed simply expressed, but quite understandable. Mabel looked curiously at the man, he didn't seem to know who he was expecting, so much as just inviting people to join.
After finally wandering out of the woods, Mabel looked curiously at the buildings around her, and the grand palace on the hill, so fun. But this definitely wasn't the sleepy little town she'd been spending the summer in. She clutched her brother's dumb book tighter as she scurried alone through the crowded streets. As she walked, her stomach started to growl. It had been a while since she'd eaten, and she decided to head toward what seemed to be a popular eatery.
"Welcome to Mudka's Mead & Meat Hut, Home of the Mead and Meat. What'll it be?"
Mabel was a little taken aback by how emotionally worn down the waitress seemed, but she enthusiastically replied, “Hi there! Meat I guess? Is mead the only drink on offer? 'Cause I'd really like some juice, maybe apple juice, or grape juice, orange juice, maybe guava. . . oh, and maybe a map? Do you have a map? I seem to have gotten a wee bit lost? See, my brother was fighting this dum-dum and I fell down this hill, and. . . Oh! Never mind, he looks pretty outdoorsy, he probably has a map!” A few steps towards the Huntsman, Mabel leaned back, “I'll still take that meat though.”
Reaching the table where the outdoorsy man was talking to a beautiful red haired young woman, Mabel showed little concern for what conversation in progress she might be interrupting, “Excuse me! Hi. So, uh, I was wondering if you might have a map I could burrow, or look at. Or maybe you could just point me in the direction Gravity Falls? That might. . .”
She looks over the table, realizing how many empty seats there still were and immediately became distracted from her train of thought,“Oh, say, are you guys having a party? I love parties! The cake, and the music, and the dancing!”
Sorry, I wasn't around to contribute to the starting location conversation. I got back from a short trip and immediately became sick with covid.
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