Where's your blue box?
There was once a tabletop player who, whilst perfectly pleasant, had a habit of making meta-gamey slip-ups. They were small mistakes - use of OOC knowledge that could be handwaved as good guesses, for example - and only once did I get sufficiently annoyed with him to come out and say anything...
The Setting: Slightly tongue-in-cheek 20s Call of Cthulhu.
A: His character, an aged ninja master.
S: My character.
Our investigations had taken us to a husband-and-wife team who ran a newspaper. A minor party split occurred when the husband went into another room for some reason; everybody else went with him, whilst S remained behind, talking to the wife.
The GM kept the focus on the larger group. Several minutes of conversation ensued.
The focus shifted back to S and the wife. We’d exchanged only a few sentences when:
Him: Now A walks in -
Me: Using the ancient ninja art of time travel, I take it?
(Yes, I should have backed off and let the GM handle things, but the line popped into my head and I found it irresistible. Fortunately the guy running the game had the patience of a saint and smoothed it over.)
The Setting: Slightly tongue-in-cheek 20s Call of Cthulhu.
A: His character, an aged ninja master.
S: My character.
Our investigations had taken us to a husband-and-wife team who ran a newspaper. A minor party split occurred when the husband went into another room for some reason; everybody else went with him, whilst S remained behind, talking to the wife.
The GM kept the focus on the larger group. Several minutes of conversation ensued.
The focus shifted back to S and the wife. We’d exchanged only a few sentences when:
Him: Now A walks in -
Me: Using the ancient ninja art of time travel, I take it?
(Yes, I should have backed off and let the GM handle things, but the line popped into my head and I found it irresistible. Fortunately the guy running the game had the patience of a saint and smoothed it over.)