Random Scenario Thing

[forblaze]

0 × Recruitment. I want you(!) to join our army! Remember to always give in to whatever ridiculous demands they want. Alternatively, they've just joined the army and you're trying to make a good first impression. 1 × Shopping. It's your duty to make sure the army stays supplied some how so make sure you pick the best weapons and sell what you need to get the funds. Wait, no! You can't sell that! It has sentimental value! 2 × Watch duty. Morning, day, evening, and night; someone has to keep a look out around camp! You wouldn't want any brigands or monsters to sneak into camp and cause trouble. 3 × Training. Wake up, wake up, rise and shine, daisies. Lesson one: A soldier must have discipline and what better way to prove that than by waking up before sunrise for some intense exercise? 4 × Healing tent. You used to be a great soldier until you took an arrow to the knee. Injuries are bound to happen on the battle field so you might as well get used to finding the healing tent now. 5 × Benched. You haven't been benched! You're just… holding down the fort while everyone else goes off to fight. 6 × Romance. Is now really the time for a confession? Did you even realize you were in love? Chat it up and get those A/S supports going. 7 × Restoration. The war is over and as much as you want to relax, there's still a lot of work that needs to be done. 8. × Desert level. The sun is blazing, the sand is hot, it's hard to get around, and did you just trip on some buried treasure or run into a mirage village's wall? 9× RNG. Shenanigans.

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[geronimoe]

[Gerome brings his fork back into his hand, the little bit of cake brought up to his mouth, but he's hesitating himself. Not just because of his skepticism either. Owain is making the most bizarre-looking face, just before he finally eats it.

Well. Bottoms up. Gerome steels himself and opens his mouth again before closing it around the bit of cake.]

[twitchery]

[Quietly chews, swallows.] Is it just me or, er, does it taste...strange?

[Not necessarily bad weird, but one of those cases in which you know there's something off. And that off might just be the recipe having a little too much of this or a little too much of that but ultimately no big deal or it might be the ominous foreshadowing of bladder problems later.]

[geronimoe]

[Gerome sets his fork down slowly.

Then the presses sets his hand to his mouth. And swallows.

There is an ominous pause. That's it. That't the tag.]

[twitchery]

...I'm seriously really sorry. I swear.

[geronimoe]

Please excuse me.

[Gerome's retreat to the restroom is one that initially happens slowly, and then with immense speed. Like a racing comet.

Whatever Miriel did to the cake, she hadn't taken out the fiber.]