Jack of Diamonds
Alright… I don’t remember chasing anyone with a broom or breaking any mirrors… and I never leave a coin on the bloody ground if I notice it. So whatever shadow-cursed thing decided to make my life a bloody hell can just back off. Now.
[there’s the faint, grumbling sound. ]
Burn me. I’m hungry.
[Anyone walking into the kitchen might stumble across a sullen looking young man moping at the table. Enough food for three meals has spilled all over the ground, but he’s not picking it up. Instead, he’s rolling a single die across the table and glaring at the faces as it keeps consistently rolling one pip. Pester him? Mock him? Help him successfully get food?]
[ooc: The loss continues and is starting to spread. Anyone who responds may or may not be affected if they come into the kitchen. ]
[there’s the faint, grumbling sound. ]
Burn me. I’m hungry.
[Anyone walking into the kitchen might stumble across a sullen looking young man moping at the table. Enough food for three meals has spilled all over the ground, but he’s not picking it up. Instead, he’s rolling a single die across the table and glaring at the faces as it keeps consistently rolling one pip. Pester him? Mock him? Help him successfully get food?]
[ooc: The loss continues and is starting to spread. Anyone who responds may or may not be affected if they come into the kitchen. ]