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[wrackful]

Okay, I'm definitely going to need some context here.

[Because in the context of Rubilykskoye, "dungeon master" had his brain going to only one place.]

[erosive]

He said something about a person who runs a campaign.

I don't think he was talking about a military campaign. This boy doesn't seem all there for that.

[ Murphy 😭 ]

[wrackful]

Yeah, campaign can mean a load of things. Is he not explaining it to you or something?

[Why're you here asking him about this.]

[erosive]

[ You are the smartest modern person here! ]

It's a tabletop strategy game.

If you don't know it, then clearly it's not worth knowing.

[wrackful]

Yeah, I remember now. Dungeons and dragons. You sit around and pretend to be wizards or something. You should tell him you're a real wizard, see if he nerds out about it.

Also: flattered, again, but the apocalypse kind of screwed things up where I'm from, and let's just say school and me didn't get along. I don't know everything. Especially here.

[erosive]

You know a lot more than me. And you don't make me feel like an idiot for not knowing.

[ We're going to skirt by that little bit of vulnerable honesty. ]

I'll tell him I'm a witch and let you know how it goes. He seems like the type who would get blown away by a gentle breeze.

[wrackful]

You know a lot more than me about your stuff. We're all from different places, Zoya. Anyone who thinks they know everything about someone else's world is the real idiot.

[erosive]

I've never liked it when you speak sense.

[ Except that doesn't make sense, considering she doesn't know him. But she has memories that make him more familiar than she'd like.

Time to swerve. ]

Are you okay? I can't see you in the throng of idiots walking back to town.

[wrackful]

Yeah, of course. You think I'd be talking to you about 'tabletop strategy games' if I wasn't okay?

[erosive]

It could be a sign of hysteria. John Murphy, talking about tabletops strategising for a game. Or whatever.

Have you ever played something like this game?

[wrackful]

I think the idea is that you play on a tabletop. But no. Card games sometimes, making my own trouble the rest of the time.

[erosive]

Would you play?

[ Guarantee your future DND invitation right here, Murphy. ]

[wrackful]

Why, has he talked you into trying it?

[erosive]

[ Yes. ]

If you don't feel like you can play it, that's fine. I just thought I'd be nice and possibly invite you along.

[wrackful]

Sure. A real wizard dealing with pretend wizards sounds like something I need to see.

[erosive]

Witch.

If "wizard" is the only term used in this game to describe a magic user, I'll request it be changed.

[ DND, as written by Zoya. ]

You're going to play, too.

[wrackful]

Oh, am I? How do you figure that?

And you'd look great in a pointy hat with a long gray beard, by the way.

[erosive]

Because I said so.

[ All we're missing is thunder stomping its feet. ]

You won't see me wear this ridiculous hat and grey beard if you don't play.

[wrackful]

Fine. But don't actually wear a hat and beard. I've got enough nightmares already.

[erosive]

You're no fun.

[ Thought fondly, of course.

But she'll let you know when she knows. ]