Open RP - Slytherin Prefect hours and game night

[ugly_imp]

It had been far too long since Tyrion had held prefect hours. And it had been far too long since his mun had done anything with him

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[hellminxmel]

'Which of you bastards put the bit about the soul? Don't you know I'm on a tight schedule here?'

Yes, it's Maia come to her common room, and she looks incredibly pissed off (you know, eyes flashing, hair electrified, etc.,) but her voice is amused. The amount of jokes than can be made about the little one--and hadn't the bigger one married Lola? That had been hilarious, if only she hadn't been married to an octopus at the time.

[ugly_imp]

Tyrion looked up at the new arrival. "If you want to collect people's souls, feel free to do it on your own time," he said. "I just don't want to hear any complaints when someone realizes, after the heat of the moment, that they've lost that sort of thing." He shrugged. Those were the disadvantages of prefecthood, after all. You couldn't please everyone.

((Oh, Dwight does need to meet his former wife. That RP was comedy gold. I am just saying.))

[hellminxmel]

'Easier when they've got nothing else to lose but their pants,' Maia replies, meaning it in the British sense, and stalks over to his table, eyes on the gold. 'Hm. These alloys?'

[ugly_imp]

Tyrion shook his head. "What's the point in that?" he asked. "If I wanted to play with false money, I'd use some of those little green pieces of paper some people keep throwing around." He gave a slight bow as he tossed the dice on the table. "What's your game?"

[swap_minds4fun]

Mentok looked at the sign with a snort of amusement. "All right, no souls. I will bet minds, then."

[ugly_imp]

"If you must," Tyrion answered. "But what would you do with a mind without a body?"

[swap_minds4fun]

"Oh I wouldn't take it from its body. I'd just take it enough to make the person do funny stuff."

[ugly_imp]

"Interesting." Tyrion's grin was malicious. "I want to see that. Would you give them full use of their minds after they were done amusing you?"

[arrogantmage]

Lezard Valeth swept into the common room. Yes, he was wearing a cloak, despite the late-summer weather. It didn't make any difference. He didn't sweat.

Reading the sign Tyrion had posted, he let out a sudden shriek of maniacal laughter. "Playing for souls is a fool's wager. Souls are slippery!"

Yeah, I don't even know.

[ugly_imp]

Tyrion managed to make sure Lezard didn't see him roll his eyes. "I'll take your word for that, friend," he commented dryly. "You... wouldn't happen to know any Red Priests, would you?" Because that was the vibe Tyrion was getting and he wasn't sure he approved.

[arrogantmage]

"Priests? A needless and impotent bureaucracy. I have no regard for their pious prating. I need no worship to sustain my power."

Having delivered this definitive pronouncement, Lezard bent to examine one of the dice. It floated upward, agreeably, so that he could get a better look.

"Six-sided, unmodified?"

[ugly_imp]

Tyrion nodded. "Yes, unmodified." He could have cheated if he'd wanted to, but that would be boring. "Are you playing?" This... could be interesting, he thought.