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Post by Bree Marcus on Jan 23, 2010 10:39:12 GMT -5
Bree followed Mew from her car to his house. She was excited. It was her first time to go to his house as his girl friend. Mew was tall as he walked up the slope to the front door. Bree was glad he wasn't shorter than her. She knew it was shallow, but she would never date someone shorter than her unless he was rock star gorgeous.
They were going to work on rolling up characters for D&D. She had done some research on the game on the internet the night before and she had a basic idea of what she wanted. Rather than choosing something that was like her personally, she was thinking she would make a Hobbit rogue. A cheerful trickster that would take some acting on her part.
"Mew? Does your mom know I am coming?" she asked before they reached the door. She imagined Mrs Fischer would be confused as they had never met and she was not much like the kind of girl you would imagine dating Mew.
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Post by Bartholomew "Mew" Fischer on Jan 24, 2010 15:13:09 GMT -5
"What?" Mew stopped with his hand on the doorknob. No, he'd most definitely not told his parents, considering that he'd only asked Bree over during lunch. He didn't think they would object too much, until they found out that the pair were dating and that Bree wasn't Jewish.
"Umm, well, no. But she won't mind." He assured her hurriedly before ushering her inside and into the kitchen, where his mother was busily fixing dinner for the family.
He took a deep breath before launching into his introduction, "Hey, mom, this is Bree, she wanted to join in Anderson's campaign tomorrow so I'm helping her. Can she stay for dinner?" He asked, looking hopeful. He rarely had anyone over other than Phil, and that wasn't happening anymore -- though, as he'd only discovered that morning that they were no longer friends, he hadn't yet had time to enlighten the rest of his family. And he was definitely grateful to Bree for agreeing to come over with him, as she was a very good distraction from the mourning he would otherwise have been doing.
Linda Fischer looked over Bree appraisingly. The girl looked more like someone Libby would hang out with than her middle child, or one of the girls Yell brought home, but it was a relief to know that he sometimes associated with people who at least looked normal, even if she did want to play in those juvenile role-playing games. "Of course, honey," She nodded, smiling at the girl, "Bring your books and dice down into the living room and I'll make snacks."
Mew grabbed Bree by the hand with a "Thanks, mom!" before dragging her to his room. Shelves lined the walls, filled with books and figurines of mostly scantily clad anime girls. Where there were no shelves there were posters, a mixture of cute 2-D girls and pretty 2-D boys. The floors were largely but not entirely free of clothes, though, so he didn't feel the need to be too embarrassed as he tossed heavy books filled with arcane magics and class and race notes down onto his bed. "Think this is good," He decided at last, glancing over his pile before grabbing dice. He had pencil and paper in his backpack, which he was still wearing, so no need to ferret that out of any drawers.
He lead Bree back downstairs, both of them armed with books. "Have any idea what kind of character you want to make?" He asked her. "I'm thinking Paladin from The Holy Order of Suffering. Those're followers of Ilmater." He explained, dropping his pile of books onto the couch before divesting himself of book-bag.
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Post by Bree Marcus on Jan 24, 2010 20:14:02 GMT -5
"That sounds kind of depressing," Bree commented quietly, carrying the large stack of books without complaint and setting them down next to the pile on the couch. She sat down and pulled out the bag of dice and the notebook she had made her notes in the night before. All the feats and tiers made it a little confusing, but I decided on a Trickster rogue for my halfling with the Artful dodger tactics. I like the idea of him getting by on both wit and skill. Does that sound all right? she asked, not completely sure of her choices yet. It would take actually playing she thought to gain any confidence in what she was doing.She wasn't sure she could think quick enough on her feet to play a character that might end up being more comic relief than useful. Do you really think I will be able to do this? I haven't done much performing of any kind unless you count piano recitals and dance.
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