[021] Action

[notasuggestion]

[Helga Sinclair set three boards up, carefully arranging each of the pieces. According to the forms she'd filled out, this "club" would last ninety minutes every Tuesday evening. However, she understood the importance of flexibility

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[protectmemaria]

[Frollo enters precisely on time, grateful to find at least one familiar thing at this Academy.]

[notasuggestion]

[Helga nods her head slightly in greeting.]

Good evening.

[protectmemaria]

[Frollo returns the nod.] I'll admit I am rather eager, though it has been a while since I played. I may be a bit rusty.

[notasuggestion]

I haven't had the opportunity to play for a few months. Missed it, though.

[protectmemaria]

Frankly it hadn't crossed my mind until you raised the subject, but I am pleased that you did. It's... reassuring to find something familiar in a place such as this. [Frollo can't help but imply words like "Godless," "forsaken," "sin-riddled," and "veritable Hell" in his tone.]

What is the procedure for play, exactly?

[notasuggestion]

I'm glad I thought of it. I packed my board [she indicates the center table, where a painted wooden set waits] and didn't think of it until the other day. [She wouldn't use the same words his tone implied, but she could certainly agree about being out of her element.]

You're welcome to use any of the sets, and either I can play a round against you, or someone else can.

[protectmemaria]

Has the gypsy decided to turn up yet? [Helloooo, undisguised contempt. Frollo glances around the room.] I would take great pleasure in defeating him.

[notasuggestion]

[Helga can't help her smirk.]

He should be around, yes.