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ximilia2023-01-21 10:14 pm
groupiedrifter) wrote in ximilia2023-01-21 10:14 pm
[video] BACKDATED TO JAN. 19TH | un: newt
[Ah, yes, it's the half-dragon birthday boy!
He wastes no time in playing out the likely anticipated song of celebration.
This lute is getting some mileage.
It ends on a smug, contented:]
Haaaappy biiiirthday to meeeee!
That's the second birthday in a row that we're stuck on a mission. Man. But at least this birthday wasn't me stuck on a western-themed planet where we literally ran out of food to eat. That was a real freakin' bummer. [... well, it was the worst part until the townspeople turned into ash, but we don't talk about our traumas, new bloods] You guys better tell me happy birthday by the end of the day, or I'll cast a spell on you.
.... Mmmmnah, that would be too easy.
I'll just follow you around playing nothing but the happy birthday theme.
But the point of this wasn't just to shout at the rooftops that I'm 37-years-old! I spoke with the barkeep, Fribbington? What a queen, guys; I'm so jealous of her beard. Do you know how hard it is for me to get one of those? It's borderline impossible.
Ah — Right. Like, I spoke with her, and she really does not like Jun Shortaxe. Something about being sure you and him are on the same side, because it's not always that clear. But she had a lot of good things to say about Dweyre — that he was smart as a tack, helped a lot of people while in their party, best in his group at the Knights of the Seven Sisters... that after he died, nothing was ever really the same for them. I wish I could say anything else about the conversation jumped out at me... but...
Oh!
She mentioned the heirloom was some kind of scepter.
Round and royal-like, passed down through the kings. So valuable to King Zaros that he was willing to send parties after it and into deadly situations. Apparently this kind of gig, it would have set up Fribbington and the Brigade for the rest of their days as adventurers.
Unfortunately, things went really sideways. You know.
But uh! Yeah, that's all I got. I gotta admit, I've never been very good at finding the little details when it comes to things like this — maybe that's the ADHD talking. Either way, I'm almost done with the Ballard of Dweyre, so make sure you stop by the tavern and give a listen.
... Also, like. Cake. I want cake this birthday.
Someone around here has to have cake.
And I've also got an important questionnaire for everyone, by the way; no rush to finish it, it's just a little something to pass the time. Especially you new people. New people are required to fill this out.
[Anyone who knows him knows he's full of shit. But the text file comes through:]
NAME:
DATE OF BIRTH:
FAVORITE MOVIES:
FAVORITE FOODS:
FAVORITE MUSIC:
What’s your claim to fame?
How do you like to spend your free time?
What skill would you like to master?
What is your proudest accomplishment?
What is your biggest pet peeve?
What is the most useless talent you have?
If you had a warning label, what would yours say?
Are you a cat or a dog person?
Do you sing in the shower?
If you only had 5 minutes in a grocery store, what would you buy?
Which body part do you wish you could detach and why?
If you had to change your name, what would you change it to?
If police arrested you with no explanation, what would your friends assume you had done?
Can you touch your nose with your tongue?
He wastes no time in playing out the likely anticipated song of celebration.
This lute is getting some mileage.
It ends on a smug, contented:]
Haaaappy biiiirthday to meeeee!
That's the second birthday in a row that we're stuck on a mission. Man. But at least this birthday wasn't me stuck on a western-themed planet where we literally ran out of food to eat. That was a real freakin' bummer. [... well, it was the worst part until the townspeople turned into ash, but we don't talk about our traumas, new bloods] You guys better tell me happy birthday by the end of the day, or I'll cast a spell on you.
.... Mmmmnah, that would be too easy.
I'll just follow you around playing nothing but the happy birthday theme.
But the point of this wasn't just to shout at the rooftops that I'm 37-years-old! I spoke with the barkeep, Fribbington? What a queen, guys; I'm so jealous of her beard. Do you know how hard it is for me to get one of those? It's borderline impossible.
Ah — Right. Like, I spoke with her, and she really does not like Jun Shortaxe. Something about being sure you and him are on the same side, because it's not always that clear. But she had a lot of good things to say about Dweyre — that he was smart as a tack, helped a lot of people while in their party, best in his group at the Knights of the Seven Sisters... that after he died, nothing was ever really the same for them. I wish I could say anything else about the conversation jumped out at me... but...
Oh!
She mentioned the heirloom was some kind of scepter.
Round and royal-like, passed down through the kings. So valuable to King Zaros that he was willing to send parties after it and into deadly situations. Apparently this kind of gig, it would have set up Fribbington and the Brigade for the rest of their days as adventurers.
Unfortunately, things went really sideways. You know.
But uh! Yeah, that's all I got. I gotta admit, I've never been very good at finding the little details when it comes to things like this — maybe that's the ADHD talking. Either way, I'm almost done with the Ballard of Dweyre, so make sure you stop by the tavern and give a listen.
... Also, like. Cake. I want cake this birthday.
Someone around here has to have cake.
And I've also got an important questionnaire for everyone, by the way; no rush to finish it, it's just a little something to pass the time. Especially you new people. New people are required to fill this out.
[Anyone who knows him knows he's full of shit. But the text file comes through:]
NAME:
DATE OF BIRTH:
FAVORITE MOVIES:
FAVORITE FOODS:
FAVORITE MUSIC:
What’s your claim to fame?
How do you like to spend your free time?
What skill would you like to master?
What is your proudest accomplishment?
What is your biggest pet peeve?
What is the most useless talent you have?
If you had a warning label, what would yours say?
Are you a cat or a dog person?
Do you sing in the shower?
If you only had 5 minutes in a grocery store, what would you buy?
Which body part do you wish you could detach and why?
If you had to change your name, what would you change it to?
If police arrested you with no explanation, what would your friends assume you had done?
Can you touch your nose with your tongue?
audio, un: al'thor
audio; private
Dude, the questionnaire!
[Newt said it was REQUIRED, can't you read buddy??]
no subject
[ oh, okay, we're playing innocent. ]
no subject
You know what about it!
no subject
He said it himself; it's just a thing to pass the time.
1/2
2/2
[Their stats were getting TANKED, Rand, and you are part of the problem! It's going to take Finn a solid twenty minutes to get over his huffiness on this, so watch out.]
no subject
I'm sorry to disappoint you.
he's hanging up the phone
POOR FINN...
audio
...
You totally didn't fill out the questionnaire. And on my birthday, of all days!
no subject
[ speculation, but who knows? that makes another of the brigade who didn't mention a betrayal, as far as he can tell, and that's troubling. ]
I thought you said there was no hurry to finish it!
[ mayBE HE'S JUST SLOWLY GETTING TO IT..........so slowly that he can avoid it forever ]
no subject
Or something like that. Seems like it all happened super duper fast.
[JUST AS IMPORTANTLY:]
Birthday boy override rule! I can override the things I say!
Therefore, I say now you've got to finish it before the end of this conversation.
1/2
[ and, SIGHS,,,, but hang tight for his next reply because.... ]
text, 2/2
DATE OF BIRTH: 2 Danu, the second day of the 13th month
FAVORITE MOVIES: I don't know what that is
FAVORITE FOODS: Light, I'll eat anything. Mistress al'Vere's honeycakes were always the best, though
FAVORITE MUSIC: The songs Gwen's shown me
What’s your claim to fame?
Nothing
How do you like to spend your free time?
I wish I had less free time, if I'm being honest
What skill would you like to master?
Answering questionnaires, apparently
What is your proudest accomplishment?
Helping my friends
What is your biggest pet peeve?
People who don't answer questions
What is the most useless talent you have?
Most of them are, here
If you had a warning label, what would yours say?
Beware of sheep...?
Are you a cat or a dog person?
Dog, I suppose, but I like both well enough
Do you sing in the shower?
No
If you only had 5 minutes in a grocery store, what would you buy?
Where?
Which body part do you wish you could detach and why?
Think I'd prefer not to, mate
If you had to change your name, what would you change it to?
Why would I want to do that?
If police arrested you with no explanation, what would your friends assume you had done?
The who?
Can you touch your nose with your tongue?
No
no subject
… Not that the survey itself was particularly detailed, but that wasn’t really the assignment was it?]
C’mon man, nothing?? There’s gotta be something you’re known for back home, even if it’s stupid!
voice;
he answers aloud, sounds softly amused, ]
Come on, what would I be known for?
[ sounding like, you've met me. ]
voice;
I dunno, man, lots of things! Maybe you're always the first guy up in the morning, or maybe you've got a really great singing voice, or... I mean, you hunt pretty good, I've seen you do that!
[He drums his fingers against his cheek, impatient.]
There's just gotta be something, that's all. Even if it's only something you're known for by the people who care about you.
no subject
Well, [ rand says after a beat, ] my father is the best archer in the Two Rivers, but I might be nearing as good as he is. [ gently, ] Do you think that counts?
no subject
Then again if Finn really had access to his innermost thoughts, Rand's opinion of him would be the last thing on Finn's mind.]
I mean... it's close, but that's your dad! This has gotta be a you thing. Dig deep, dude. It doesn't even have to be cool. [Though it probably was, if Finn was betting.] Maybe you snore super loud, I dunno.
[Why was this important to him? That's a complicated question. Maybe he was still feeling pissy from earlier, or maybe a month of deflections was finally getting to the kid.]
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text
I MEAN
You don't have grocery stores or police, huh?
no subject
My birthday's already come and gone by my estimation. If I'm still here [ and alive, and sane, ] in a year, we can worry about what day it is.
I've seen grocers, in the cities. But I grew up in a small farming village, and we mostly fed ourselves.
no subject
So you've never had sweet chili doritos or doublestuffed oreos or top ramen
I can fix that
no subject
[ he does not say, i'm not so sure it was such a good thing that i was born, but he thinks it. and he seizes, gratefully, upon the change in topic. ]
I've never heard of any of those things. Can you get them on the station?
no subject
(Says the guy who also probably should get therapy.)]
Are you kidding? I've got a stash under my bed at ALL times.
Next movie night, when we get back, I'll put some of it out for you to try!
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