Today, though, I'm watching my type appear onscreen, which is comforting, compared to yesterday's experiment of typing blind. Yuck.
So, what to talk about?
Um.
I game on Thursdays? It's fun. I used to be the token female. which, let me tell you, really boosts your popularity among the select group you game with, at least until they hear that you, also, (even though you have girl parts and are probably supposed to cry when you see spiders and have both a dustruffle on the bed and those useless decorative curtains that hide the functional shower curtain) agree that peeing in the morning shower is both not-terrifying disgusting and actually something of a time- and water- saver. (I do. It's all going down the train. Urine is, for the most part, pretty sterile, and as a girl I don't get a lot of chances to pee standing up. DON'T JUDGE ME.) But now we've had an incredibly attractive 16yo friend-of-the-DM's-daughter gaming with us for a while and that took "an evening with adults who are secretly all 12 years old who love innuendo and bad jokes" to "you can't say that in front of the child or pedobear will sneak into your skin at night and you'll wake up in prison." It's interesting. I was sort-of immune to the jocularity, except of course to defend her honor by reminding everyone that jokes in general are allowed, none of the propositional or hypothetical scenarios can involve the child.
And then she turned on me.
Turned on me and laughed.
So I get knocked prone in battle, right, and have about 3 HP to my name. The joke starts as something along the lines of 'my character fell down in battle. Again. She's always on her back during these things.' (Hur hur sleeping with the enemy, etc. They're not really sexists? We do the same joke to anyone who falls down within striking distance of an enemy.) And then HER character also got knocked prone while trying to defend/stand astride MY character and keep my meagre hit points in play until I could stand and move the hell out of damage range.
So her character is now prone. Essentially on top of mine.
And eyebrows go up as the fellas try to decide which scenario is more joke-worthy, and lo, it is stated that if no one is allowed to touch the bubble, why do I get to touch her bubble. I smile (ignoring the innuendo) and say it's fine. We're on the same team, and she fell defending my honor. (Yes, lame joke, but she's in the bubble, guys!)
She arches a brow and shrugs. "Whatever. Even if it's a problem, she's the one going to jail for it. Not me."
BETRAYED.
