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Welcome to where time stands still

Who:Eddie Munson, OTA
What: Playing music and games
Where: Temba, Outdoors and in the Diner
When: Early to Mid June
Warnings: TBD

Go Play Outside

The weather was nicer and drier and Eddie didn't have a creepy tail anymore, so rather than being hunched over a table in the diner he's outside in the fresh air. Sort of. It's smoke-y air. And he's in the shade. And not really doing anything super physical. But it still counts, all right?

Sitting cross legged with his acoustic on his lap, Eddie's cigarette was burned down dangerously close to his lip, forgotten as he jotted down his revisions in his note book. He cursed, taking a final draw and stubbing the thing out, dropping the notebook so he could try the new lyrics out.

Go Play Inside

D&D meanwhile wasn't easy to play outside. Papers would blow away, the ground was too uneven for dice rolls. He'd tried it. It never worked.

Players were also at an all time low, and without them it was just Eddie telling a long and complicated story to no one. So he opted to try and up interest in a way he was intimately familiar with- making an ass of himself.

He climbed up on top of his table (a little more wobblily than the ones in the cafeteria, shit), and gestured wildly at the few heroes just trying to eat in peace.

"Who among you has what it takes to be an adventurer!? The guts? The passion??...Seriously, anyone? I'm actually asking here?"

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That is...a turtle. Eddie has seen the turtles around, but he hasn't really talked to them before now, and his eyes flick briefly in an up-down motion, accepting the reality of it fairly quickly.

"Yeah, I do," he agrees, looking down at the table. Hell, he's being a lot more considerate than he would be back home, he could be parading across all the tables. "Aren't turtles cold blooded? Shouldn't you like the heat?" he wonders/encourages, "And what better way to distract yourself?"

"Have you experienced this heat? It is terrible. New York is at least humid in the summer but out there it feels like every bit of moisture's being sapped from you." Donnie sighs. "I am an apalone spinifera- a spiny soft-shelled turtle, and my brother is a Trachemys scripta elegans or red-eared slider, so we're partial to things being on the wetter side. I knew I should've put priority on setting up a pool..." It is going to be another miserable summer at this rate.

"I'd prefer to 'distract myself' under such circumstances by some gaming, preferably inside where temperatures are least likely to cook me."

"It's pretty shitty," he agrees, arching a brow then at those proper naming conventions which mean absolutely nothing to him. Turtles...like he said. "You know there's one at the community centre," Eddie notes, "Unless you need like a special...turtle pool."

He then gestures emphatically to his feet and the table where the collection of dice and paper sit. "That's what I'm saying, Dude."

"-wait, like functional and not empty?" Donnie blinks, this apparently news to him. Why has no one informed him of a usable pool??

His attention is then sufficiently drawn to the detritus at the human's feet, the turtle drawing closer towards the table to have a better look.

"...oh. You meant like. Fictional adventuring as opposed to actual outdoor expedition-adventuring."

"...I assume so?" Eddie guesses uncertainly. He's not actually sure who takes care of that stuff. "Last time I was there it was frozen." Good for skating. "Whole place was just underwater though, so...probably? Or it could be filled up if it's not." He assumes. "Billy Hargrove might be the guy to talk to about pool shit," he says, finally climbing down off the table, "He worked as a lifeguard for a bit back home."

Eddie snickers and nods, gesturing at himself. "You think this is fit for actual adventuring?"

Donnie shrugs. "The water that supposedly filled up this city hasn't really stuck around so far as I can see, so that'd be a toss-up. I can do a brief fly-over and check, I guess."

Taking on the task of fixing a pool with this heat is however not something he looks forward to if it comes down to it.

At least Eddie's got a sense of humor. Donnie smiles crookedly. "Hey, you could be. My brothers and I were given survival lessons by a mutant capybara whom I am pretty sure otherwise just spends all his time taking care of puppies."

Eddie's pretty those words have never been combined in that order before today, and tries to pinpoint when exact that sort of shit stopped surprising him as much as it should've. Mutant Capybara. Sure. Why not? What the hell even was a capybara? Eddie doesn't know, he pictures some other breed of turtle or something, pretty far off from the truth.

"Nah, man, I am much better suited to make-believe adventures, trust me. Last real world one I was on got me killed."

"I mean, I've had probably more than my fair share of those but it doesn't stop me from going out at night." Donnie pauses, wondering if maybe he should reconsider given those experiences. At least here his brother's arrived and that creepy vampy girl is gone.

"-let me guess, you're Eddie?"

"My reputation precedes me-" Eddie quips with an easy smirk, though after a rethink he looks more wary. Back home that's not usually a good sign, and he's a bit anxious about the idea of becoming the town Freak all over again.

"What gave it away?"

"Robin name-dropped you and your Dungeon Master tendencies," Donnie replies, gesturing at the condemning evidence scattered on the table. He grins.

"Oh relax, I'm not here for your lunch money. But I'm game if you start a sesh up."

Of course it was Robin. Eddie grins and shrugs a shoulder with a proud smirk. "Best DM in all of Hawkins."

"You play then?" he asked, gesturing eagerly for the turtle to join him, "You got a character or we making you someone new?"

"I may have dabbled." Which is true enough, but trying to setup with his brothers takes forever, let alone getting through a single session with them. Of course it might have also been because of who was DMing but he thought he was doing a perfect job!

"I do have a character, yes- I can probably set up from memory if I don't have notes on my phone." Oh, who is he kidding, he probably does.

Ah, nerd speak for definitely far too invested. Eddie's grin grows wider.

"Well don't be shy," he encourages, "Tell me about them, let me get a sense of what I'm working with."

Twenty pages of backstory is not far too invested!

"Which corebook are we using? Five-E?" Donnie asks as he settles himself at the table, looking over the sheets before he pats his pockets for his phone.

"I have a sorcerer, lawful evil," he says, immediately launching into some background on the character but if he's allowed to go on they might be there all day.

Please, twenty pages is amateur compared to Eddie. He'll fit right in.

"Yeah, the weird new future one," Eddie says, gesturing to the book which well after his time, but he's getting used to the changes.

Donnie probably would be allowed to go on all day, but Eddie does interject before they get too lost in thigs to ask- "Before this sorcerer swallows up your entire identity, you got a name?"

A good call on Eddie's part, namely because Donnie's already started to let his inner theater kid out.

"-huh? Oh! Right!" He coughs demurely into a fist. "I'm Donatello- Donnie's just fine."

Hey, another inner theater kid is more than welcome.

"Fancy," he laughs good naturedly, a teasing smirk twisting his face, "Well, Donnie, you interested in joining Hellfire Club Mark 2? Most people are still learning how to play, so it'd be nice to have someone else who knows the ropes. One less person I need to explain things to."

Edited 2024-06-10 19:37 (UTC)

It's nothing compared to Donnie's favorite alternate identity, Othello von Ryan.

Oh, but Donnie's never actually been invited to join a club! Invited himself to join, sure, but this is far from a fancy high school elitist tech club that was actually a gang of tech-savvy criminals! He tries not to look thrilled to be included in anything but his fingers restlessly drum against the tabletop in his eagerness.

"Yes!"

Sweet, Eddie hasn't had this easy of a recruit since Henderson, though no one was likely to beat that kid in the next century.

He grins and sticks out his hand to shake on it. "Welcome to Hellfire, Kid. What size are you? I've got a couple here, or I can make up a new one if we need to," he says, refiling through his remaining stock of handprinted shirts.

Donnie beams, reaching over to grasp Eddie's hand to seal the deal.

"A medium. You don't have anything in purple do you...?" At least he's not joining solely for some cool threads ~~like he'd joined the other club but hey, that purple satin jacket was beautiful.~~

"Nnnnnnot at the moment, no-" Eddie concludes, checking through his pile, "But we can always do you something custom? I screen print them myself, so if we find something purple we can make it work."

He fishes out a standard one for now and hands it over. "If you know anyone else who might be interested, we're always looking for more people."

That's better than nothing. Donnie can appreciate the effort to make it a possibility at least! He takes the shirt, shaking it out and holding it in front of him to consider as only a fifteen year old can.

"Maybe I can drag my brother in. He'll probably play just to feel included."

"Could always try and dye that one too, but I dunno how that'd effect the ink," he adds, clearly not a stranger to modifying his clothes.

"The more the merrier, dude."

"Hm. Yeah. I guess we could experiment," the turtle says as he strokes his chin. he rolls the shirt up, setting it beside him.

"So who all else is in your little club?"

Eddie passes over the list of people. "Attendance varies, it's never really the full group. But we usually have fun. And the more seasoned players we get in, the more complex campaigns I can run for us."

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