While relaxing for the night in Little Alkenstar, Doc invites the party up to their room to show them a game he's been carrying around.
C'mon in fellers and pull up a chair. Ah came across th' rules fer this game on an ol' holertape. They called in Mistfall, it wuz a sort of story tellin game, where the story went depended on th' dice and who was playin'. Ah've done the best I can to approximate the pieces.
The half-orc shuffles a deck of cards and sets out a tray of poker chips. There is a tray of dice with various pips and even a few blank ones. Unlike most of his scavenged gear, these appear to be in remarkably good shape. There is a grid projected onto the table from his wrist computer and sitting in the pile in the middle are a bullet casing, a grenade pin, a shot glass, a bolt with a few nuts traded on it, and an eagle's talon.
FIDO follows the group up to their room and watches everyone play the game with great interest. Unamatrix watches as well but keeps quiet both on UnamatrixNET and in "person". Keeps quiet "for now" anyway.
Araden sits down cross-legged, his revolvers balanced just so to be easily drawn even in this position. "I enjoy a good tale, now and then, and crafting my own... It'll be nice to have a story to tell that I know is true, that I remember." The gunslinger rubs his neck and runs a finger along his stubbly jaw. He picks up the bullet casing. "You mind?" With no objection, he begins playing it along his fingers, moving it from one end of his hand to the other, angling it to reflect the light from the room's lantern as it moves.
Morning sunlight creeps through the room. A think haze and a spicy scent hangs in the air from Doc's alchemical work the night before. The game table is scattered with bit of food and the stains of at least three spilled drinks.
Currently Araden, Doc, and FIDO are the only ones in the room.
Doc is cleaning up the remnants of his experiments and holds several flasks that emit a fiery glow.
Ah love th' smell of Alkeemists Farh 'n th' mornin'..smells lahk ADVENTURE...
UnamatrixNET - Unamatrix #>"Doc, I hope your experiments went well and I hope you all can reactivate me today. I am not impatient but very bored and have to find things to do with FIDO and my other support bots, or watch the birds using me as a perch to keep me from going crazy. Keep in mind, I was once a man before my soul essence was transferred to this machine. While my machine body is deactivated, I am basically imprisoned in this ruin where my "body" lies."
#>end/
Araden yawns as he spins the bullet casing on a fingertip. "What have you been cooking up in here, Doc? It smells awful." The man flicks his finger, causing the casing to spin into the air, turning somersaults and spinning, reflecting the dim light about the area. As it falls back to eye level, his other hand darts out and grabs it, rolling it in his palm until it's spinning on a finger once more.
"So what's this game, if you don't mind my asking?" Araden raises an eyebrow to the orcish scientist.
UnamatrixNET/Unamatrix[Global] #>"Doc, I think Mr. Araden had too much to drink last night? You all played Misfall, remember?"
#>end/ ... Unamatrix laughs and FIDO follows Unamatrix's lead.
Doc rubs his head as if his own memory is a bit foggy.
Wehl it were ah long night an we have a companeeonn ta rescue.
He rises and shakes out his labcoat. He glances at FIDO and gives a tusky grin.
Ah ya sure ya don' want yer laser upgraded before we head out?
Araden shakes his head. "Time has been passing strangely for a long while, now..." He snatches the casing from his finger and puts it in a pocket, then pushes himself to his feet. "I'm ready to go whenever you are."