http://www.omlettesoft.com/newjournal.php3?who=Lord+Omlette&id=1634558530Derp in the Time of Coronavirus
Woke up on time, got ready slowly.
Showed up to work on time, avoided work the entire fucking day except for reviews for other people + taking a ticket from DE that seemed relatively straightforward. (I'm sure it'll be anything but!) Most importantly, I didn't take back any of the tickets I'd worked last week. Fuck that noise! Got through standup easily.
Dropped off postcards, then took a constitutional. Lunch = Dunkin.
Office hours weren't too busy. 1:1 w/ my boss went OK.
Dinner = Amita-and Timu-aunties' Indian food + Smirnoff Ice triple black + Mike's hard black cherry lemonade.
Wrote postcards for Rachel Levy in Virginia.D&D: Slow Times in Tortle City
After blowing themselves up through a trap door, the party (minus Dulkut) went to the basement, which was rather damp... and full of fishmen! Naz saved Tank, and they killed most of the fishmen... but one awoke a roper on the ceiling. The team fed dead fishmen to the roper, and that was enough of a distraction to get away and rest. They found a pool, but agreed to leave it alone. The whole placed smelled like dead fish.
Meanwhile! After leaving the warehouse, I resumed my patrol on my way to the docks... in an area that didn't seem too busy, I noticed an old person following me! I tried speeding up a bit and he increased pace to match. I asked 2 fellow watchmen to jump the guy following me. I walked away just long enough to get the timing right, then turned around. The 2 watchmen are talking to the old guy, so I turned around to join them... and someone stabbed me. I tried to backhand him, but no joy. "Who the hell are you?" I asked the other watchmen to come over... and they exchanged hand signs with the dude who stabbed me. Triple fuck! I blew my watch horn as loud as I could, then tried to grapple the assassin. No joy. I then tried to get away, but the assassin stabbed me. I responded with ray of sickness, and was pleasantly surprised to see the assassin get so badly injured so quickly! I continued moving back, dodging an additional 3 stabs, but 1 stab made it through. I tried using cure wounds and continued heading in the direction where I thought I could hear footsteps approaching... but it was too late and I got one last stab in the neck.
There is no light. I'm tied up. No idea where, all I could smell was damp and rot.
Meanwhile, the rest of the party found a centipede slug thing and piles of bones. Strung up above them were bodies... one of which appeared to be moving.
I could see a light, somehow. I asked if anyone was there. Gadnuk responded with assurances that he's not a pirate. I ask for help. Something that looked like a silverfish on the ceiling screamed. It's tiiiime for the main event!
Ludwig doesn't have time to ask what the hell is going on before everyone got globbed by some sticky substance. Tank lit Gadnuk on fire (???) and then extinguished the flames. They argued over who was at fault. Naz and Gadnuk teamed up to kill the centipede-slug, splattering Gadnuk in purple goo. I broke free from my cocoon, attached a rope to the web I was still hanging onto, then slowly descended to the ground. Naz asked if I was OK, and we agreed to table further discussion until after the fight. Gadnuk continued to be attacked by the creature and it hauled him in before Tank could set him on fire again. I got down, put on my goggles, then pegged that damn thing with a crossbow bolt. Tank threw a torch at Gadnuk, who tried to to catch the torch and toss it into the silverfish's mouth. Instead, Gadnuk set himself on fire. (???) Tank caught Gadnuk as he fell to the floor.
Everyone took turns successfully avoiding dealing any damage. Gadnuk: "I hate this thing so much I can feel it in my spit, and that's not filament!". Nazrina cursed the silverfish so hard, I couldn't actually miss. The thing's blood began drizzling down upon us. It tried to web me, but I was too heavy for it to reel in. Tank and Gadnuk hit it again with a crossbow bolt and a rock. When Naz resumed screaming at it, the silverfish began retreating. I tore as much of the web off as I could, and yelled in Aquan "Get out of my city!" It hissed back.
Naz didn't necessarily approve of my decision to let it live, but she was willing to follow my lead. We disagreed instead over whether Nam sent us down here on purpose. Tank and Gadnuk heartily disagreed with my decision to let the monster go. Naz found a chest with a sea shell in it, but no could recognize it. We agreed to take a short rest before looking for another way out./D&D
Stayed up late to read Wisdom of Crowds. It's sooo good, but I'm not helping myself by red-lining my compensators like this... Skipped showering, of course.
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