RPG Quotes: Blood & Pancakes XXVII
While Moonshadow was entertaining draconic company, the rest of the party was just goofing off doing... whatever. Doc spent time with an orphan and Mirror Armor, Viridia was starting a career as a fanfiction writer, and Stellar decided to stop Googling random words.
Doc: “This is a crime against childhood that must be broken! I must find some crayons and construction paper!”
Doc: “I have experience with cutting myself on ice. It's not cool. ...well, it is (because ice) but you know what I mean.”
GM: “You mean Livewire?”
Viridia: “That's a good point. And we already know Livewire wanted to jack Doc's wagon.”
Takei: “Oh myyyy!”
Viridia: “"Hi. I'm Dementia Ravenway. I'm a ‘Come to Lifer’.”
GM: “Iris has personal space issues, in that she thinks ponies are basically walking toys and can be treated accordingly.”
Moon: “I have no idea what I'm doing.”
Viridia: “Please be nice to her, Moon. Viridia hasn't slept with a dragon yet.”
GM: “You’re supposed to slay the dragon!”
Viridia: *HugeGrin.jpeg*
Doc: “Wow... uh, that's... well I guess it wasn't said what kind of toys Iris treats ponies as...”
Doc: “You've kept my gun shiny when I asked you to service it at Abbaas.”
Viridia: (In Takei voice): “Oh myyyy!”
Doc: “That... okay I didn't notice the wording on that statement.”
Viridia: “Glad to help.”
Moon: “It is pretty awesome, but at this rate I might end up needing to be rescued from a dragoness that doesn't want to let her ponies leave.”
Doc: “Good luck with that. Stellar doesn't know where you are and Viridia is gonna want to bed the dragon. Your rescue is dependent on Doc.”
Viridia: “We should get vehicles at some point. Like, four motorcycles. And a sidecar for Captain Jack.”
GM: “But everyone can fly, though. Except for Doc. So he could pull the ground chariot or something? Ehh.”
Doc: “Why can't Doc just get a magic jetpack?”
Moon: “You know there's a pegasi ability that lets us leave a trail of fire behind us? Just food for thought.”
Doc: “Sounds like Thai food for thought.”
Moon: “You are a horrible pony.”
Viridia: “I'm going to start writing mini-stories for Viridia while I'm in this conversation. The first story features time travel, a bowl of custard, vampires, and George Takei.”
Doc: “Some days you just can't return a cook pot!”
GM: (Impersonating Viridia) “I said I was a doctor of love!"
Viridia: “Ph.D. Certified in love-ology!”
Livewire: “That's when I dropped a pen and then, uh, I went under the desk and then I woke up on some rubble outside her room.”
Moon: “I think they got drunk and did some drunken paperwork, the only way to explain that.”
Doc: “Harry Potter fan theory number three: House Hufflepuff are stoners. I immediately had this weird thought of Doc and Iris sharing a joint.”
GM: “Naw, they're black ops.”
Doc: “I don’t feel so bad being shuffled into Hufflepuff now. I got a silenced pistol, ranks in Stealth, and knowledge of anatomy weak points. I’m partway there!”
Doc: “This is a crime against childhood that must be broken! I must find some crayons and construction paper!”
Doc: “I have experience with cutting myself on ice. It's not cool. ...well, it is (because ice) but you know what I mean.”
GM: “You mean Livewire?”
Viridia: “That's a good point. And we already know Livewire wanted to jack Doc's wagon.”
Takei: “Oh myyyy!”
Viridia: “"Hi. I'm Dementia Ravenway. I'm a ‘Come to Lifer’.”
GM: “Iris has personal space issues, in that she thinks ponies are basically walking toys and can be treated accordingly.”
Moon: “I have no idea what I'm doing.”
Viridia: “Please be nice to her, Moon. Viridia hasn't slept with a dragon yet.”
GM: “You’re supposed to slay the dragon!”
Viridia: *HugeGrin.jpeg*
Doc: “Wow... uh, that's... well I guess it wasn't said what kind of toys Iris treats ponies as...”
Doc: “You've kept my gun shiny when I asked you to service it at Abbaas.”
Viridia: (In Takei voice): “Oh myyyy!”
Doc: “That... okay I didn't notice the wording on that statement.”
Viridia: “Glad to help.”
Moon: “It is pretty awesome, but at this rate I might end up needing to be rescued from a dragoness that doesn't want to let her ponies leave.”
Doc: “Good luck with that. Stellar doesn't know where you are and Viridia is gonna want to bed the dragon. Your rescue is dependent on Doc.”
Viridia: “We should get vehicles at some point. Like, four motorcycles. And a sidecar for Captain Jack.”
GM: “But everyone can fly, though. Except for Doc. So he could pull the ground chariot or something? Ehh.”
Doc: “Why can't Doc just get a magic jetpack?”
Moon: “You know there's a pegasi ability that lets us leave a trail of fire behind us? Just food for thought.”
Doc: “Sounds like Thai food for thought.”
Moon: “You are a horrible pony.”
Viridia: “I'm going to start writing mini-stories for Viridia while I'm in this conversation. The first story features time travel, a bowl of custard, vampires, and George Takei.”
Doc: “Some days you just can't return a cook pot!”
GM: (Impersonating Viridia) “I said I was a doctor of love!"
Viridia: “Ph.D. Certified in love-ology!”
Livewire: “That's when I dropped a pen and then, uh, I went under the desk and then I woke up on some rubble outside her room.”
Moon: “I think they got drunk and did some drunken paperwork, the only way to explain that.”
Doc: “Harry Potter fan theory number three: House Hufflepuff are stoners. I immediately had this weird thought of Doc and Iris sharing a joint.”
GM: “Naw, they're black ops.”
Doc: “I don’t feel so bad being shuffled into Hufflepuff now. I got a silenced pistol, ranks in Stealth, and knowledge of anatomy weak points. I’m partway there!”