I’m very happy with my love letters for tomorrow’s session:

I’m very happy with my love letters for tomorrow’s session:

Dear Nabisco,

You’ve been delirious on Bish’s infirmary bed ever since you were shot.

What did you dream? Roll +weird.

On a miss, it’s alright I’ll tell you what you dream.

On a 7-9, choose a question and I’ll answer it, or let me choose a question and you can answer it.

On a 10+, choose a question and answer it.

How did you know your mom loved you?

How did you and Kevin meet?

What was a time when you thought you’d lost Kevin?

Exit taught you to read. What did you do for Exit?

Whatever happens, you don’t need to roll your Companion roll this session. Because when you wake up, Kevin is gone.

Dear Ozma,

You need to break those camera phones you got down for parts. As you’re doing that, you discover you can get one of them working again by replacing a couple parts and alligator clipping on a new power source.

Roll Things Speak, but the questions apply to the original owner of the camera phone.

Dear Elton,

You are pretty much in the clover with a shitload of goods, weapons, and a sweet place to live, out of the rain, in Bish’s attic.

Do you:

Enjoy a little vacation?

During your vacation, you just can’t stop looking at that photo of the father and son you took off Bowdy. Open your brain please.

Find another gig doing murder?

Roll +cool. 

On a 10+ you find a job and you agree, they need killing. Why? You take care of it. 

On a 7-9 you find a job but you don’t agree, they don’t need killing. Why not? Do you take care of it anyhow?

On a 6- you find a job and you agree, they need killing, but catastrophe strikes.

Dear Bish,

You’ve been getting to the bottom of Dew’s affliction, which meant taking samples of the dirt and water by Blackriver. While you’re down there, you notice for the first time (strangely enough – how did you not notice this before?) that a lot of people are making their homes / pitching their tents / parking their live-in vehicles near the shores. Which would make sense if it was one of those magical crystal clean rivers you could actually drink from the stories of the olden days, but in the real world it’s fucking batshit crazy. Would you care to:

read the sitch, 

open your brain, 

or just get the samples and get back to the infirmary, which is acting under fire where the fire is this psychically malignant leech infested acid water?