lizardtits: (Gentle Soul)
Velofnir Hraesvelgr ([personal profile] lizardtits) wrote in [community profile] buttsbuttsbuttsmate2018-08-26 01:31 am

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It was a hell of a day.

The ladies had a grand adventure chasing down Oscar and accidentally zombies, and the guys nearly got murdered by an eldritch horror. Again.

So now the dudes have to rest because going to the super-dangerous mines when tired is a terrible idea.

They've got a day or two to kill, so this is for what happens while the guys (mostly Malcer because holy fuck dude) are recovering.
inkytalkstoherself: Malcer (Pray for the wicked on the weekend)

[personal profile] inkytalkstoherself 2018-09-05 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
That is a true statement-- there is no bad time for ice cream. Especially not when you're feeling like five different kinds of shit, like Malcer is right now.

"Hm. Magictech, I assume?"

That would seem like the most obvious place for her to pick up work, so long as they didn't mind a few explosions. Wait, these are gnomes, of course they don't. Malcer priest at his ice cream again and is finally rewarded with a piece of cookie dough that doesn't go flying off into the ether-- it's heavenly.

He slows in his consumption, though, at the mention of his recovery.

"I can be ready to leave in the morning, if the rest of you want to get going. I'm back on my feet well enough."

Or he's... back on his feet, anyway. Anything else, he can deal with.