This is a bonus post. See the day’s regular content in the post before it.
You can still join this RP by comment, open for two more players. Catch up from the beginning here, or whatever. This is an “urban fantasy” in an earth-like world. The characters are students at the equivalent of a community college, for the usual reasons a person might end up there instead of a more prestigious school. What are you doing here? What’s your major, something mundane or something adventurous?
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Your first night at community college, the day before your first classes – what a great time to go to a club and guarantee you’d make a terrible impression on your professors. Magic Boots appeared before you, built into the hollowed-out facade of an old department store on The Boulevard. Magic lights spelled the name of the business, with a pair of glowing boots beneath them that danced in an eternal animation loop. This was an adventurer bar, full of men who travel the land getting into hijinks of sword and sorcery, and more settled guys that aspired to adventure themselves, or just liked the company. Manly romance was entirely possible in this kinda joint (tho note: the GM will not ERP with you), and there were also a few girls or variously gendered people who liked to dance or to watch the story unfold.
Ilmardan the aspiring Illusionist had come from the dorms with a very manly cohort indeed. The muscly young meatheads included Div the silenus party animal and grappler, Humuk the orcish sportball player, Grundr the dwarven warrior, Tollison the human sports fitness major, Liu-gon the angelic man, and Markud the leopard-headed fencer. Div had said he didn’t want to show up til after nine, but couldn’t resist the social energy of going with the others. They’d walked from Cortellire Hall up the hill and south several blocks to find the place, arriving at about eight.
Also along for the ride were some softer types, the roguish human Racker, the A/V nymph Keires, and one human woman, a rough-skinned waif named Ilenka. Ilmardan expected to meet the lizard madonna Kaldonia and the feyish swordsman Josh in the crowd somewhere, but hadn’t clocked them yet. Keires looked nervous. Would their lack of experience cause them to get pushed around by the boisterous men within? To what extent was being pushed around what he wanted? Everybody should have limits.
Conversely, Racker was Mr. Cool, and Ilenka was shifty-eyed and smirking. Div was hard to pin down, weaving out into the crowd and back multiple times, but was always very friendly when he came by. He said, “This place is great! Tuition well spent. Who needs the U of R when your major is partying?”
Tollison said, “Living down to stereotypes, buddy?”
“It isn’t a stereotype. It’s my culture to be a party animal. You stiffs need it, don’t you?”
Keires stopped levitating, shrinking away at being pegged for a stiff. Ilenka wrapped a supportive arm around him. “You will not be stiff for long.”
Racker said, “This is alright. I’m gonna find the bar. Who wants to come with?”
The meatheads pointedly smiled at Ilmardan, who had promised to buy drinks.
Grundr said, “It only needs to be tall and thick!”
“That’s what he said,” said Ilenka.
“Hey-ooooo!,” said Div.
The building was thronging with party people, bustling past each other with intoxicants in hand, getting ready for the proper dancing to begin. At this point it was head-bobbing at most. The volume was gonna get cranked before long. There was a balcony area upstairs, close to the level of the lights and glittering balls, and the downstairs was mostly dance floor, with a bar and restrooms off hidden in darkness. Was there a kitchen as well? A few people had snacks.
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