Mortimer Brockert

May 08, 2020 10:29 PM
Another year was upon them. This year Mortimer's eldest grandson, Jasper would be joining the school's ranks. Once everyone seemed to be in attendance, Mortimer placed a Sonorus charm on himself and began to speak. "Welcome to Sonora for the new first years and welcome back for all older students. First years, you should have receieved a blank badge at the end of Orientation." At least they hadn't gotten it when they first got there, some were liable to lose it. "You will dunk the badge in the Sorting Potion and it will turn the color representing your house which are blue for Aladren, yellow for Teppenpaw, red for Crotalus, and brown for Pecari. Afterwards, you may join your house table." He watched his grandson with interest.

After the first years had been settled, Mortimer continued."Would Dorian Montoir and Peyton O'Malley please come up and get your Head Student badges." He continued. "In addition I'd like to call up Nessa McLeod, Katerina Vorontsov, Allegra Brockert and Evelyn Stones to receive their prefect badges. Congratulations." Mortimer was incredibly proud of Allegra but he was disappointed that Topaz had not won as well. He was not disappointed in the Aladren, of course, but in the staff. How could Miss McLeod have won? The girl was an annoying self-righteous, judgemental, hypocrite and his granddaughter was a model student. At least Ruby hadn't lost to someone who was terrible and completely undeserving in every way, even though the Teppenpaw was the better option. Mortimer supposed Miss O'Malley was the next best choice, as Miss Delachene had a questionable grip on reality and Miss Vorontsov was a Pecari.

He had misgivings about Miss Stones too. Everything he knew about her suggested poor judgement and mental instability, but then no Pecari was ever really had the responsibility for the position. And Mr. Montoir winning was bound to give him headaches from complaining members of society. Like it was his fault or something when the students picked and had since before he'd ever been Headmaster.

But, at least Allegra got it. And her friend Katerina. The latter of which was puzzling really, since what little he knew of Miss Fitzgerald was that she was a slightly more pleasant version of Miss McLeod and the latter had beaten Topaz who was perfect for the job. He certainly thought that the younger Miss Vorontsov was the better option but considering what terrible taste most people obviously had, he was surprised that they'd apparently agreed with him.

Still, as Allegra accepted her badge from him, he gave her look of pure pride. Mortimer felt this would be good for the Crotalus, she might not have her cousin's intellect, but she was a very kind and gentle soul, which meant she'd be there to listen to anyone's problems.

Once the new prefects and Head Students had returned to their tables, Mortimer continued, "Our Midsummer event this year will be a fair to raise money for several charities, chosen by students." Not his first choice either. He would have preferred something that students would find, well, fun. Fun made happy students, happy students made happy parents and happy parents made a happy Mortimer, because he didn't have to deal with them. However, he had not had any better ideas and instead, had simply suggested adding a "fun" component. "Those who wish to run a booth must have your charity approved by a member of staff" This was important given that some people had a very distinct problem with the concept of appropriate "and hold a planning meeting within the first five weeks of the term."

"Now we will sing the school song." Well, they would anyway. Mortimer did not sing . Lyric sheets were passed around and the song began.


Every day we strive
Learning to survive
Life’s hardships and to solve its mystery.
Learning to defend
Our honour and our friends,
Flying high to meet our destiny
We will stand and face those who want to harm us.
We won’t let the world transfigure, jinx or charm us
I won’t fight alone, as long as you are with me.
Sonora be my home, my tutor and my spirit
Vasita quoque floeat; Even the desert blooms.


That done, he dug into his steak and bourbon.

OOC-Views expressed in this post belong solely to Mortimer and do not reflect those of the author or any other character, except perhaps Topaz.
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Gary Harper

May 09, 2020 6:09 AM
Gary sauntered into the Cascade Hall for his final opening feast here. Prefect duties made sure he arrived earlier most of the other students. He supposed it was naturally a time to be reflective upon his time here and so he delved a bit into the feeling. He recalled the awe he had felt when he first walked into the Cascade Hall, along with all of his wild theories about wizards and their society. After spending so much time here learning their ways, his ways now, he knew better. He looked around the hall to see if Mr. Row was around, but didn't see him. The summer had gone... okay. He wasn't entirely sure what to make of what had happened and needed some help sorting it out.

It wasn't long before the students began to pour into the hall and he had prefecty things to do. It took his mind off of some of the things he was going to have to figure out yet as soon as he could. To that end, as people were coming in he kept his eye out for Ness. He spotted Jasmine. He smiled and waved and made sure he was busy with some prefect-type tasks making him unfortunately able to chat. Eventually everyone was settled and he took a seat at the Aladren table next to Ness, giving the now fifth-year student a traditional salutation before the Headmaster began his lengthy speech.

He watch the first years get sorted, and wondered if any of them would want to join the gaming club. He took specifically took note of the new blue students, prefect duties and all. When the new head students and prefects were called up, he gave them the appropriate cheers. He was a little disappointed that the people he had voted for hadn't won, but at this point it really didn't bother him to much. He sang the song. For the last time thankfully.

Then it was finally time. He began loading up his plate with food, turned to Ness, "Congratulations on prefect, you'll be great for the job." Then he momentarily stalled out. Where to start with the real discussion? He may as well start with the easier one. So he gave his housemate a traditional Gary grin and began, "So, like so many that have come before me, I have but this final year left at this school. Which means, the gaming group may need to find someone else to run games if they wish to continue. That task will be left to the group that remains after this year as it won't affect those that are moving on, but I'll be happy to help that person along with whatever they they might need to take over." He paused for a moment considering his next words, hopefully this wouldn't be taken the wrong way. "The most I'll do along the selection lines is make a recommendation. I would suggest finding one of the younger students to take over. The experience the rest of you have gained from playing is great, but I'm not sure how the group will handle picking a new game master every year or two. Continuity is a good thing in a situation like this. Morgan may not be a bad choice, maybe one of the new first years is an avid gamer." He paused again for just a moment, "I'll bring it up to the group when we meet, but I thought I should kick-start your thinking process ahead of schedule. Plus, as always we'll want to keep an eye out for new recruits."

Well, that had been the less complicated topic. That meant it was time for the other one, he sighed. "On another topic entirely, I'm going to need an unbiased third-party opinion. I'm admittedly way to emotionally invested to make a clear decision, so I'll post the question to you. Should I date Jasmine this year?"
2 Gary Harper Harper's Quest VII: The Grand Conclusion [Ness McLeod] 1404 Gary Harper 0 5

Ness McLeod

May 11, 2020 6:52 PM
Ness took a seat in the Cascade Hall, very aware of several things. One, that Topaz was an absolute psychopath and that Ness, whatever other faults people could find, was not. Two, that people didn’t always seem to gel with Ness that well (though DnD felt like a solid proof that that wasn’t always the case). Three, that although Ness was not a psychopath and Topaz was, Topaz was related to the headmaster. It was hard to say how much swing this had. The Purebloods and the Brockerts did not win by default in every single scenario. Ness trusted that the rest of the staff was fair-minded enough that they wouldn’t have put up with working in a school where that happened. But Topaz was his granddaughter.

Ness gave a slightly tense greeting to Gary, though it was a pleasant distraction for a moment. Ness had to admit that Lyssa had occupied more thoughts than Gary had over the break, especially after he’d taken Jasmine - of all the people in the world, why her? - to the ball. But Gary had always been someone Ness had… admired. And that kind of feeling didn’t go away all of a sudden, just cos Lyssa was all kinds of hot and intriguing. It still felt good that Gary came over. It wasn’t always Ness going to bug Gary and try to get his attention. He’d chosen to come sit with Ness, not the other way around. It wasn’t impossible to believe that, in spite of some truly terrible choices on his part, Gary actually liked and valued Ness too.

Ness tried not to glare at the first years, because that was definitely unprefectly. Not that any behaviour now was going to affect the outcome, but Ness either needed to prove they had been right or wrong in whatever they had decided. But seriously, how freaking slowly did they have to dip their stupid badges? Ness was pretty sure no group of first years had ever been so ponderous or hesitant - why could they not just stick the damn things in, whip them out, job done??!

E.ven.tu.a.ly the very slow eleven year olds were done, and the headmaster was standing up and - and what if he just said Topaz, whatever the rest of the staff had decided, because he was the one speaking? But he didn’t. He said Ness’ name. He said Ness’ full name, including the ‘a’ which the Aladren honestly thought some people might have forgotten about or not even known. But that wasn’t enough to spoil the moment. Nothing was enough to spoil this moment.

Evelyn was also going up on the stage to collect a shiny, shiny badge. Every feeling about her being in the wrong house, and how it would have been better if they’d been roommates was vanishing. They got to be housemates in the summer. At school, they could be besties, and now prefects together, which would have been impossible otherwise. Ness offered Evelyn an enthusiastic hug. And Dorian had headboy too! Ness kind of wanted to send a rainbow firework into the air for him but it’d probably look like Ness was celebrating getting prefect, which would look inappropriate. The only bad decision was who they’d picked for Teppenpaw, and Ness tried to send a sympathetic look Lyssa’s way. She would have been perfect.

Ness returned to Aladren, listening with interest for once to the speech. The fair sounded awesome! Ness could already think of one good cause… Although if they weren’t allowed to pick something they were connected to, Ness knew a bunch of others too.

“Thank you,” Ness grinned, as Gary offered his congratulations. And compliments. Sure, it was what people said, but it was Gary saying it. Gary thought Ness was great. Or would be a great prefect. But that was basically the same thing, especially in Aladren.

Then he mentioned how he would be leaving, and Ness made the appropriate sad face, but then it turned to the fact that the gaming group would need a new leader. And Ness couldn’t help but notice they’d come right into this topic after talking about how great Ness would be as a prefect… Though obviously Gary had been thinking about this for far longer than that. And he’d come deliberately to sit with Ness… Ness, who he thought was great. And who the school clearly thought was responsible and had leadership qualities.

As Gary paused, Ness almost jumped in with ‘I’ll do it!’ but then he carried on.

And… okay, well, Ness was younger than Gary. And Heinrich. But he had said ‘the rest of you.’ And not changing every couple of years. That didn’t make sense.

At first, when he said Morgan, she had to assume he was joking. Ness had, until that point, not really had much against Morgan. She had seemed like a surprising addition to the party, but was pretty good at hamming it up. She was funny. She was… fine. She was not leadership material though. She was a second year.

Ness waited for Gary to laugh and say he was kidding. He instead started a sentence about how ‘on an unrelated topic.’ Maybe this was the joke? Maybe he was going to ask on an unrelated topic, and in Ness’ totally unbiased opinion, whether Ness would be a good DM?

He did not.

What he wanted was Ness’ opinion. Because apparently Ness was great… as a sounding board for how to choose other people for every single role in his life. Pretty flowery girls like Jasmine. He wanted Ness’ unbiased opinion on that. And… a second year who dressed for DnD like it was a tea party! These were the people he was choosing over Ness!

“I’ve never seen the appeal of Jasmine, no,” Ness stated angrily, definitely not with tears prickling because Ness was absolutely not going to cry over any of this and definitely not in public. A hasty retreat to a bathroom sounded kind of appealing right now. But Ness had just been named prefect. Ness was supposed to work co-operatively with the other prefects. Including Gary. All year long. “But I don’t really care what you do with your love life or your stupid-” except Ness couldn’t finish that sentence. Because it was not true. Ness did care very much what Gary was doing with his stupid game. Because it wasn’t stupid. It was the second best thing after Evelyn that had ever happened at Sonora, and apparently any sense that Ness had been good at it or that all the hours poured into playing it had earnt any kind of respect from Gary were a thing Ness had just made up because he didn’t trust Ness to be able to do it, and wanted to give it to some stupid second year. “Seriously, MORGAN?” Ness demanded, probably loudly enough that - depending on where she was sitting - Morgan herself heard it. Ness scowled as fiercely as possible in an attempt to disguise the fact that there were distinctly and definitely several tears escaping at this point.
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Gary Harper

May 12, 2020 6:48 PM
Gary momentarily reeled back at Ness' response, but gathered himself quickly again. He'd gotten a reaction, that was a good sign, but it wasn't quite the one he had thought it would be. This wasn't the Ness that he had sat with and had semi-heated, but always logical and level headed debates on the nature of magic, was it? Where was the Aladren that was ready to meticulously point out each logical fallacy that had brought you to your current state of mind? This Ness was nearly raw emotion... with just a few words, he had hurt the new prefect in a way he hadn't thought possible. Somewhere he had stepped on a landmine. Had something happened over the Summer? The get together had been postponed, did that have something to do with this?

The cause didn't matter terribly much at the moment. He had to move fast and shift his script. No problem, the McLeod's have been forcing him to get good at improvising since he was a second year student. Hmmm.. interesting connection. With that he had made up his mind on one front at least. His grin had vanished at her response, and it didn't return now. Instead he gave Ness a cool, calculating look, locking eyes. One that his housemate should be well familiar with, one that meant, 'I have a challenge for you. Do you accept?' Hopefully it would also give his companion a chance to calm down just a bit. The emotion displayed was good, he had been a little worried on that front, however it could have just been a result from Ness' warforged from the first term and the the robot pirates from last term. He could see the tears and the efforts to hide them and his stomach twisted at what he had done... and maybe at what he was going to do. He uttered a silent prayer to Tymora, Avandra, Cayden and any other deity of luck or gambling that might be listening in as he rolled these dice.

After the moment's pause he asked in his best calm voice, "Why not? I began running games here when I was only a wee second year. That first table, populated with much older wizard students, was one of the most frightening things ever. But I took the chance I had, and I ran the games for them because I wanted to see actual wizards play pretend wizards. It was fantastic. Thank goodness I had Zevalyn at that table though, I don't know if I could have done it without her." he paused just a moment for emphasis, "The point is, anyone could run games for the group, if they want to."

He made sure he was making solid eye contact now, hopefully to drive home the challenge, "They have to want to though. It takes a lot of time, effort and dedication to plan, organize and build these stories. It takes quick thinking, improvisation, and the ability to throw all of that planning and building time away when the players turn left instead of right during the game." Gary leaned back, attempting to ease the mood he had tried to create, however his eyes never wavered from those of his friend. "If you know someone that wants to try, they will get their chance."

Gary paused again, not for effect this time. His shoulders slumped just a bit, as he voiced the idea that had been kicking around in his brain. "I'm going to take a break for most of this term and just play the game. The group will need to decide who they want to run games next year and no one can make a proper decision without good information. So, we will have an adventurers guild this year. We'll all make some characters and anyone that wants to throw their hat in the ring for next year's game master position can make up a job for the guild. They can run the adventure and see how they like the game from the other side of the screen. Then everyone can figure out what they want to do for next year. Then for my last term in this school, if they want to, I can help the chosen one work on whatever they think they need help with while they get their footing in their new role." He shrugged, "If it is Morgan, so be it. If it is someone else..." He gave Ness one last challenging look and then turned back to his plate.

"Also, it'll give me a chance to hit the books better." Gary commented a little sadly, "My grades weren't what they could have been last year and I've got RATS to prepare for as well." He sighed, "As for Jasmine..." He trailed off a bit, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was a sensitive topic as well, but he wasn't sure why. Ness had clearly stated about not caring about his love life and that was exactly why he has asked. He needed someone that didn't care one way or the other.

He waved his hand dismissively, "It's pretty much over. We hung out a bit over the summer and she made it fairly clear that while she was fine with dating through this year, she didn't see it going any farther than that. I think she wants someone that doesn't make her magical horses uneasy just by getting to close to them." He took a bite of food, "It's a fair point I guess if she wants to run that ranch after school. Plus there is no way I can pull off the prince act for longer than an evening. I'm not sure she's all that into gaming either, so she's probably right about it not working out in the long run."

Gary continued to poke at his food and ramble on, not really noticing at this point if Ness was even still paying attention, "To me, the point of dating is to find a girl I can connect with for the long term. You know, engagement, marriage, generating offspring to continue the cycle of life and to ensure the genetic information of my ancestors and I continues to exist. Dating Jasmine now would be like continuing to walk down an corridor that you know is a dead-end with nothing there. The best I would get from the experience would be maybe some more experience dealing with girls."

He shook his head, "No, I want to find a girl that is at least has the possibility of a future. Dating is the method to find out, and I've reached that conclusion with Jasmine... or she's reached it with me, same result either way. Unfortunately, where does that leave me now? I haven't exactly been a social butterfly here at Sonora. I only know a few girls and and I don't think I could get any of the other ones warmed up to me enough before the year is out." He finally turned to Ness, "The girls I do know are all in the D&D group, "Morgan is to young, and I think Evelyn might like Heinrich." He lowered his voice, "Don't let that get around though in case I'm wrong."

He looked at Ness with almost a pleading look in his eyes, "What other girl is out there that is easy to talk to, likes games and D&D, and could see some future with me?" he sighed. "I'm open to ideas."

2 Gary Harper Hmm... 15? What's the DC? 1404 0 5

Ness McLeod

May 14, 2020 6:46 AM
Gary got really serious very suddenly. Ness couldn’t blame him. That seemed a pretty smart reaction to getting cried glared at. His first words did little to alleviate what Ness was feeling. He was clearly in challenge mode, which was normally fun, but his first move was ’Why not? As in why not Morgan.

“That was different,” Ness countered, when he pointed out he had been younger than his players. “You knew what you were doing, and you were the only one who did. It made sense for them to listen to you.”

He was pushing the point now that anyone could have a chance if they wanted it. Ness wasn’t sure whether that meant to be fair to be Morgan - to be open minded and assume that anyone was capable, even someone in pearl strands - or whether Gary meant Ness could try it. He seemed to be talking in far more open terms now. And Ness would undeniably take a stab at it, not least to prove him wrong for choosing someone else in the first place, but there was still a part of that that wasn’t enough… Anyone could have a chance if they wanted it. But Ness wanted Gary to want it. And he didn’t. He wanted Morgan.

“We’ll see,” Ness shrugged, staring back just as firmly in a way that suggested the option of Gary or Morgan being served up on waffles for Ness to eat for breakfast was an exemption to vegetarianism that the fifth year was entirely willing to make.

Then they were back to Jasmine. And Gary had, apparently, got over whatever befuddlment jinx his hormones had been placing on his brain enough to realise that they were the worst match in the history of the world. And, with stellar use of the famed Aladren logic, was finally concluding that dating someone he had an iota of things in common with might be a good move.

Well. He hadn’t exactly said that. He hadn’t said ‘dating someone.’ He had said ‘girl’ and ‘girlfriend’ and then ‘girl’ a few more times for really good measure. There had been a whole explicit tangent on engagement, marriage and procreation too, just in case Ness had missed the screaming heteronormativity of his romantic inclinations.

He sharply underlined the point with listing the girls he knew. It was a short list. It was Morgan and Evelyn. Just the two of them. No one else.

And wasn’t that… kind of what Ness had always wanted? Ness didn’t want to be seen as a girl. You couldn’t have your non-binary cake and eat it. Or, if it wasn’t a binary, could you? Or was that more Shreodinger?

And also, none of that was the point. The point was that five minutes ago that would have been a fun debate to have with Gary, and now he had turned into someone who just said hurtful thing after hurtful thing.

He had made a point about being careful with Ness’ pronouns ever since the funhouse mirror experiment. To the point that it was almost sweet. Sometimes, you could see the cogs turning, or watch as a sentence veered off into a slightly awkward rehash. Ness had found it fun, and thought that it meant Gary cared. And maybe he did… He cared about respecting Ness’ pronouns. Apparently, there was a difference between that and respecting Ness as a person. As recognising that Ness’ identity was in any way something that could register with him.

And maybe Ness didn’t want to be Gary’s stupid housewife. Or any of the rest of that. Ness wanted someone to take to Pride. An ounce of logic might have said that, in the face of those revelations, Ness and Gary would work out about as well as him and Jasmine. And even though this was the Aladren table, ounces of logic were in short supply because it still really hurt that someone you’d always looked up to and liked wasn’t going to turn out to be all of the things you’d wanted them to be.

And had just called you undateable, and unfit to be their nerd successor.

Ness bit back the comment that maybe anyone intelligent enough for the middle two didn’t want to be referred to like a ring stand and a baby machine. And the comment that maybe Kir had got the only one. And the comment that Gary was stupid and boring and didn’t understand anything about anything. Not because they were too mean but because if Ness said more than two words, there was no way a wave of tears wasn’t coming with them.

“Don’t know,” Ness shrugged defensively.
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Gary Harper

May 16, 2020 7:34 AM
Gary got the distinct impression that he was not doing well in this particular social interaction. Ness looked hurt, angry, sad, the full gamut of emotions that he did not want to inflict upon anyone. Much less one of his best friends. What was going on? Had he really rolled that badly? It certainly wasn't unheard of but it must have been a string of critical failures for this result. Unless there was something else going on. He hoped it wasn't anything serious, maybe he'd need to write to Kir and see if he could shed any light on the situation.

In the meantime though, these terse answers were starting to get on Gary's nerves. If something had happened, he supposed it was understandable but this was not the Ness he had come to know. It bothered him. 'We'll see'? What kind of an answer was that? The more rational part of his mind argued that it was a perfectly legitimate one. Ness had CATS this year and who knows what else going on. Running games was time consuming and it was perfectly fine to weigh options in order to reach an optimal solution.

That part of his brain wasn't really getting listened to though. He wanted Ness to want to run games, to take over the club. He knew Ness could do it, but Ness had to want to do it. He wanted to know that it was going to be in good hands after he left. Even if he wasn't going to be a part of it anymore, he wanted to know that it could continue, that he had made some level of a mark on this place for all his time spent here.

Parker was leaving as well this year. He couldn't actually see Heinrich or Evelyn taking over, and Morgan... yeah, it could happen, but had really just been suggested to kick in Ness' competitiveness. Which apparently may have backfired. Other than that, unless someone else showed up that wanted to run games and had some experience with them already... he wasn't sure about that. What was the likelihood of that happening?

He stabbed some of the food on his plate, and spit back a little terse himself, "Yeah, fine. We'll see." A brief flicker of something ran though him as he added, "I think you'd do great with it." He shoved the food into his mouth and tried to chew away his agitation.

Ness didn't know of any available girls. Oh well, that shouldn't be terribly surprising. Maybe he'd have to ask Heinrich if he's heard any rumors. Maybe Evelyn heard something and told him.

2 Gary Harper Alright then, what happens next? 1404 Gary Harper 0 5

Ness McLeod

May 20, 2020 4:27 AM
Gary threw ‘we’ll see’ back in just as combative a tone. And on what fricking grounds? We’ll see… if you’re competent? If anyone takes your side and votes for you? Why wouldn’t they? Evelyn and Heinrich were Ness’ friends, and the Aladren was the only reason why they’d even joined. Also, where did Gary get off being in a mood with Ness when he was the one being insulting?

Ness dished up a spoonful of broccoli and some bean chilli and then began stabbing the vegetables as if they had been the cause of the offense. You were never too old to pretend that your broccoli was tiny trees and that you were a freaking ferocious predator and should be feared. Even if you were a herbivore. And a prefect.

So fine. It was fine if Gary had decided to be a jerk. Because Ness had Lyssa and they were going to avenge wronged people and grind up the souls of the offenders to make their coffee. So, Ness didn’t need Gary anyway.

Except, the Aladren had never imagined him being on the coffee list. They were supposed to be friends.

Then he put the real kicker in. Saying he thought Ness would do great. Why even say it if he didn’t frigging mean it?

“That’s not what you said five minutes ago. Five minutes ago you were gunning for a second year with one year’s experience and saying you’d prefer her over me,” Ness glared.
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Gary Harper

May 21, 2020 8:17 PM
Gary shifted just slightly to look back at Ness out of the corner of his eye. Then he slowly turned to face his housemate again matching the glare. This is why he hadn't wanted to get involved in the line of succession. There was no good way to go about doing it. Yes, Ness was the most experienced member that would still be around next year. Heinrich was older, but he had only started playing last year. Ness was naturally the one that should take over the club, but... but what?

He pulled back from the staring match and sighed. He poked at the food on his plate for a moment with little interest in it. "You're right." He finally said, "I just wasn't sure if you actually wanted to take it over. It's a fair amount of work, and you've got CATS this year along with figuring out all your future plans with classes and such for next year." He sighed again, "I botched up my fifth year because of this club and spent all last year trying to make up for it. I don't want to force that on you if you didn't really want it."

Finally he looked back at up at Ness, there was a tired look on his face, but the hint of his grin lurked at the corner of his mouth. "Look before you leap. The other side of the game master's screen isn't for everyone. I'm sure you'll do a great job, but you may find that playing the game is just more fun than running one. Once you commit to it, there are a bunch of people that are counting on you to entertain them for a few hours every week."

He thought over the 'genderless space pirate robot' game that they had played last year. That had been Ness' idea. It had been an amusing one as well but... Huh, there it was again. Was that it? An image slid through his mind of Ness running games, and all of those games focused on some sociopolitical message about tearing down the patriarchy or some similar causes. Was that it? Was he worried that Ness would turn the game club into some sort of platform for political upheaval? Maybe. Well, either the players would have fun, or quit if that happened and they didn't like it.

"At any rate, I'm officially going to stay out of it at this point," He poked his food again. He wasn't all that hungry anymore. "I'll set up the club and open up the floor for people. I'll help whoever wants it. Once the group has decided on what they want to do next year, I'll assist in any way I'm capable of before I move on. I'm not about to drop this on someone who doesn't really want to do it." He paused for a moment, "Heck, maybe we'll get a pile of new people and we'll need to run multiple games and need multiple game masters. Maybe the group will decide they want a few to share the load." He gave his fellow prefect a hopeful smile, "Who knows what the future holds?"
2 Gary Harper Good game, do you prefer the lizard or the gorilla? 1404 0 5