Nov 21, 2008 22:53
[Written]
Mi'lady, before I say this, I would like to comment that I... feel fine now. There seems to be no health issues, but if you do not believe me feel free to attend. In fact I would... be honored if you did. The same applies for you, Cloud.
And well... Sir Silverberg, did mi'lady Raine give you the notes like I asked? And if so, have you had time to review them? I erhm... have set up the board ready and I was wondering if perhaps you would be interested in a three-table sized match. I need only help getting the, erhm, tables themselves in place. I have one out but...
I've set it up a little outside the clinic. And well, erhm, if you so please... anyone is free to attend, of course. Assuming he wants to, of course...
[Action]
[This is a curious sight indeed. This is Mark, sitting at a table outside. A full-sized dinner table, on which a green mat is placed, and little mounds to represent boulders, hills, tree, houses, and many other such things (some more detailed than others) are also placed on this table. There's a bag of dice in his hand and two rulers on the table -- one of which is for the chair opposite him. There's a small chest at his side which has more mats and terrain pieces, but more important are the two boxes on the table, both of which are open. One has a large number of blue pieces, and one of them has a large number of green pieces. They're the ones Lloyd made -- with figures to represent any imaginable (for Mark, anyway) type of military unit. Mark is sitting here, smiling. He's sweating a little too (the table was, curiously enough, already outside, but he moved it to this place) but he does look... eager]
failing,
wants to play,
not that sick,
cloud,
raine,
his game,
clinic,
badass,
albert,
skillz,
wargames