Wednesday Night D&D Campaign

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Flyer posted around the dorms:


Interested in doing a little roleplaying?

Haven't played in a while?

First time?

No worries, the patented Marshall Flinkman beginner's Dungeons and Dragons campaign is here, with all the stuff you need to have a successful game. Dice and character sheets provided. I have a spare rule book I can pass around, but it'd be nice if you brought your own.

Limit four other players.

Wednesday Nights.
Marshall's Bunker.
FH Basement.
Guaranteed Safety from Bad Guys

Bring a pencil.


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[OOC: Post your interest in the comments]

First Floor Lobby, Evening

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If anyone is actually in the dorms tonight and not at Logan-who-used-to-be-a-bunny's party, they might find The Tick in the first floor lobby, surrounded by notepads with writing all over them. He looks physically rested, but still a bit restless.

Little Wooden Boy is sitting in the chair opposite him.

Anyone who wanted to interrupt either one of them could do so rather easily.

3rd Floor Common Room

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*DEATH, having left Logan's Party, appears to be quite intoxicated. He crashes into the door of the 3rd floor common room, though his movements seem rather planned out to the trained eye, as though one can predict where DEATH with stumble next.

Deciding that singing is something drunk people often do, he begins to sing a song he learned in detention today as he enters the common room.*

YESH I KNEW DA MERFIN MAN, THE MERFIN MAN, THE MERFKIN MAAAAN!

*DEATH, continuing to sing, sits down on the floor with a premeditated crash and sets the rubber duck he has been carrying for days. He is careful to do using wide arm movements. Pointing at the duck with a bony finger, he speaks clearly.*

YOUSH AND I IS GONNA PLEEY JACKS! YESH JACKS!

*DEATH removes a set of jacks and rubber ball from his robe, scattering the jacks so that they cover an entire corner of the room. He then throws the ball on the floor hard enough that it bounces back up to the ceiling, crashing down on the duck.*

I ISH SOOOOOO SOWRY, WITTLE DICKY. YOUSH KNOWS I LURVES YOUSH!


((OOC: Open to anyone who can see the bugger. Otherwise, you see what appears to be a rubber duck playing jacks with himself.))