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xp_logsTerry and Doug meet and discuss the orientation of the main kitchen as well as D&D. (backdated)
Terry made her way into the main kitchen, several bags of different chocolate chips and toffee bits in her arms. Humming to herself, she settled them all down on the island in the center and turned to check the oven. Then she noticed the blond staring off into space at the table. "Oh, hello," she said, making sure there was nothing in the oven before setting it to preheat. She didn't get an immediate response, so she turned to blink at the man again. "Hello? Are y'all right?"
A very large travel mug clearly filled with some sort of coffee concoction was sitting in front of Doug as he stared off blankly. It took a couple more hellos before he turned and noticed the other person in the room. "Oh, jeez, sorry," he muttered, pulling his hand down over his face and trying to shake loose the cobwebs. "Was just attempting to explain why caffeine doesn't actually count as poisoning myself."
"Ah," Terry said, nodding slowly. She pulled the massive containers of flour and sugar from the cupboard, then set them on the counter before going back for the brown sugar. "To whom were y'speakin'?" She asked, swinging by the fridge to pick up eggs and butter. "If y'don't mind me askin', o' course."
Doug blinked owlishly. Hadn't he told everyone at the mansion about his new symbiotic existence as host for a couple million nanites? Then he remembered - right, new Terry, arrived at the mansion right around the same time as the nanite attack. Well, at least she wasn't meeting the magically wasting away Doug Ramsey, so upside? He lifted the arm that was still in a sling due to nanites beginning to grow a prosthetic. "My, uh...passengers," he explained. "That whole nanite attack thing, I asked some of them very nicely to help out, and now they live inside my bloodstream."
"An' they don't agree that caffeine's not poison?" Terry asked, interested despite herself. "Are y'a technopath, then? Nice o' them t'grow y'a new arm." She raised her brows at him before turning to search for a stand mixer and mixing bowls.
"More like they're objecting to this particular concentration of it," Doug said with a wave at his cup. "And to be fair, this is one of those fifteen-shot monstrosities that Tumblr posts are made about and urban legends created around. There's a distinct possibility I might wake up to unionization and demands for better working conditions one of these days." Thankfully the dialogue between him and the nanites wasn't all that adversarial.
The followup question was met with a wrinkled nose. "Technopath? Nah, I punch most technopaths in the face. Universal communication and pattern recognition - I'm probably the only non-technopath that could have done what I did and talked the nanites into switching teams."
"Ah," Terry said, nodding along like that all made absolutely perfect sense. "Seems like a bit o' a celebration's in order, then, given your talents and successes. D'you like chocolate chip biscuits? I'm plannin' t'make a few dozen tonight and I've no need to eat them all m'self."
A wide grin and 'gimme' motions from his flesh and blood hand were Doug's answer. "I like chocolate everything." As for the rest...he shrugged. "I dunno about celebration. I mean, arm getting burned off and all. But it could have been a lot worse." Fixer getting a Cerebro-augmented body would have definitely been a LOT worse.
"We'd be celebratin' your new arm," Terry pointed out, though she was smiling as she said it. "An' the fact it wasn't worse. But I take your meanin'. I vibrated the little buggers apart down in the Medlab with Jeanie," she offered. "Didn't stick, mind, but still. Kept 'em occupied long enough for us t'get away."
Doug chuckled. "I'm certainly celebrating not having weird blood shit anymore," he admitted. Off a look from Terry, he elaborated. "Oh, right. So, I wound up with a magic blood curse on a mission previously. Like, sort of anemia but worse. But the upside of the nanites is that they're handling filtering my blood and stuff." He snorted. "At this rate I'm going to wind up with so many templates I get crushed under them all or something."
"Templates?" Terry asked, digging through the cabinets as she continued trying to find that stand mixer. Or bowls - mixing bowls would do! Measuring cups would come in handy. "Also, have y'any idea where anythin' t'bake with is?" She was only half-serious, though a bit of exasperation showed through. She'd been here long enough, she should know where all the bits and bobs were.
"Like, D&D," Doug elaborated. "You put a template on a monster to give them some different abilities and make them a bit more of a challenge for your players." He grinned. "There's an old messageboard joke about Meepo the kobold - one of the weakest monsters out there - and how many templates you can possibly slap on that aren't mutually exclusive, and how ridiculous the result is." He waved at a cupboard near the stove. "I think the baking sheets live in there."
Heading toward the cupboard Doug had indicated, Terry opened it with a sense of victory and grabbed three different pans. “I’ve never played anythin’ like Dungeons and Dragons, though I’ll bet it would’ve been fun when I was a child,” she offered. She located the mixing bowls next, then the spoons and measuring cups in quick succession. “Seems complicated, though.”
Doug snorted a bit at the idea that D&D was only for the younger set. His wall of gaming supplements would beg to differ. "Really, it's more or less as complicated as you want to make it. There are folks out there who take everything strictly as written, including all the bookkeeping about how much your character can carry, all hardcore style. But most people let the little things slide because roleplaying is at its core about telling a good adventure story." He personally was of the opinion that there was no real wrong way to play tabletop games. "Plus D&D's a bit heavy on the rules, but there are lots of systems out there that aren't as much."
"Hm..." Terry mulled that over as she sorted through the rest of the cupboards and collected the last of the items and ingredients she'd need. "Fair enough. Mayhap we can start a game, see how things go?" She asked, finally getting to a point where she could measure out all her ingredients. "How d'you go about doin' that? Startin' a game, I mean?"
"Find an experienced GM willing to walk you through it - aka yours truly, and 3 or so more friends who want to spend a few hours every now and again rolling dice and pretending to be someone else." Doug chuckled. "I mean, it's basically improv comedy with added magic spells."
"I think it'd be fun t'give it a go," Terry commented, measuring out her dry ingredients into a large bowl. "Was that you volunteering t'run the thing, then? If I find a few other people who're interested in playin'?"
"I'm always down for rolling dice with people" Doug told her. "So yeah, if you do find some people, let me know." These days he actually had the energy for all that again, and it was pretty nice.
Smiling, Terry nodded. "Lovely. I'll see if I can find any interested parties, then."
Terry made her way into the main kitchen, several bags of different chocolate chips and toffee bits in her arms. Humming to herself, she settled them all down on the island in the center and turned to check the oven. Then she noticed the blond staring off into space at the table. "Oh, hello," she said, making sure there was nothing in the oven before setting it to preheat. She didn't get an immediate response, so she turned to blink at the man again. "Hello? Are y'all right?"
A very large travel mug clearly filled with some sort of coffee concoction was sitting in front of Doug as he stared off blankly. It took a couple more hellos before he turned and noticed the other person in the room. "Oh, jeez, sorry," he muttered, pulling his hand down over his face and trying to shake loose the cobwebs. "Was just attempting to explain why caffeine doesn't actually count as poisoning myself."
"Ah," Terry said, nodding slowly. She pulled the massive containers of flour and sugar from the cupboard, then set them on the counter before going back for the brown sugar. "To whom were y'speakin'?" She asked, swinging by the fridge to pick up eggs and butter. "If y'don't mind me askin', o' course."
Doug blinked owlishly. Hadn't he told everyone at the mansion about his new symbiotic existence as host for a couple million nanites? Then he remembered - right, new Terry, arrived at the mansion right around the same time as the nanite attack. Well, at least she wasn't meeting the magically wasting away Doug Ramsey, so upside? He lifted the arm that was still in a sling due to nanites beginning to grow a prosthetic. "My, uh...passengers," he explained. "That whole nanite attack thing, I asked some of them very nicely to help out, and now they live inside my bloodstream."
"An' they don't agree that caffeine's not poison?" Terry asked, interested despite herself. "Are y'a technopath, then? Nice o' them t'grow y'a new arm." She raised her brows at him before turning to search for a stand mixer and mixing bowls.
"More like they're objecting to this particular concentration of it," Doug said with a wave at his cup. "And to be fair, this is one of those fifteen-shot monstrosities that Tumblr posts are made about and urban legends created around. There's a distinct possibility I might wake up to unionization and demands for better working conditions one of these days." Thankfully the dialogue between him and the nanites wasn't all that adversarial.
The followup question was met with a wrinkled nose. "Technopath? Nah, I punch most technopaths in the face. Universal communication and pattern recognition - I'm probably the only non-technopath that could have done what I did and talked the nanites into switching teams."
"Ah," Terry said, nodding along like that all made absolutely perfect sense. "Seems like a bit o' a celebration's in order, then, given your talents and successes. D'you like chocolate chip biscuits? I'm plannin' t'make a few dozen tonight and I've no need to eat them all m'self."
A wide grin and 'gimme' motions from his flesh and blood hand were Doug's answer. "I like chocolate everything." As for the rest...he shrugged. "I dunno about celebration. I mean, arm getting burned off and all. But it could have been a lot worse." Fixer getting a Cerebro-augmented body would have definitely been a LOT worse.
"We'd be celebratin' your new arm," Terry pointed out, though she was smiling as she said it. "An' the fact it wasn't worse. But I take your meanin'. I vibrated the little buggers apart down in the Medlab with Jeanie," she offered. "Didn't stick, mind, but still. Kept 'em occupied long enough for us t'get away."
Doug chuckled. "I'm certainly celebrating not having weird blood shit anymore," he admitted. Off a look from Terry, he elaborated. "Oh, right. So, I wound up with a magic blood curse on a mission previously. Like, sort of anemia but worse. But the upside of the nanites is that they're handling filtering my blood and stuff." He snorted. "At this rate I'm going to wind up with so many templates I get crushed under them all or something."
"Templates?" Terry asked, digging through the cabinets as she continued trying to find that stand mixer. Or bowls - mixing bowls would do! Measuring cups would come in handy. "Also, have y'any idea where anythin' t'bake with is?" She was only half-serious, though a bit of exasperation showed through. She'd been here long enough, she should know where all the bits and bobs were.
"Like, D&D," Doug elaborated. "You put a template on a monster to give them some different abilities and make them a bit more of a challenge for your players." He grinned. "There's an old messageboard joke about Meepo the kobold - one of the weakest monsters out there - and how many templates you can possibly slap on that aren't mutually exclusive, and how ridiculous the result is." He waved at a cupboard near the stove. "I think the baking sheets live in there."
Heading toward the cupboard Doug had indicated, Terry opened it with a sense of victory and grabbed three different pans. “I’ve never played anythin’ like Dungeons and Dragons, though I’ll bet it would’ve been fun when I was a child,” she offered. She located the mixing bowls next, then the spoons and measuring cups in quick succession. “Seems complicated, though.”
Doug snorted a bit at the idea that D&D was only for the younger set. His wall of gaming supplements would beg to differ. "Really, it's more or less as complicated as you want to make it. There are folks out there who take everything strictly as written, including all the bookkeeping about how much your character can carry, all hardcore style. But most people let the little things slide because roleplaying is at its core about telling a good adventure story." He personally was of the opinion that there was no real wrong way to play tabletop games. "Plus D&D's a bit heavy on the rules, but there are lots of systems out there that aren't as much."
"Hm..." Terry mulled that over as she sorted through the rest of the cupboards and collected the last of the items and ingredients she'd need. "Fair enough. Mayhap we can start a game, see how things go?" She asked, finally getting to a point where she could measure out all her ingredients. "How d'you go about doin' that? Startin' a game, I mean?"
"Find an experienced GM willing to walk you through it - aka yours truly, and 3 or so more friends who want to spend a few hours every now and again rolling dice and pretending to be someone else." Doug chuckled. "I mean, it's basically improv comedy with added magic spells."
"I think it'd be fun t'give it a go," Terry commented, measuring out her dry ingredients into a large bowl. "Was that you volunteering t'run the thing, then? If I find a few other people who're interested in playin'?"
"I'm always down for rolling dice with people" Doug told her. "So yeah, if you do find some people, let me know." These days he actually had the energy for all that again, and it was pretty nice.
Smiling, Terry nodded. "Lovely. I'll see if I can find any interested parties, then."
