NPC Tales: While The Party Is Away

NPC Tales: While The Party Is Away

Inspired by this prompt.

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"Where are you going with all those guns?" Marina asked Knives as he walked out onto the deck carrying a firelock rifle, firelock carbine, hotshot firelock, firelock repeater, revolver, revolver carbine, mage revolver, big bore mage revolver, and a fancy-looking automatic pistol.

"Don't worry about it," said Knives. His little kobold body was dwarfed by the sheer amount of wood and steel on his back. It looked like he was carrying a bundle of sticks! "I'm going to do some business."

"No, no, no you are not!" Marina said, positioning herself between Knives and the gangplank, "The last time you 'did some business,' there were no survivors!"

Quote Prompt

“Is this sexual tension between us or do you really want to kill me? Because my friends are starting to worry.”

This is literally the plot of a book I'm writing. I'll put a link here once I start posting it.

You bullshitted your way into being admitted to a magic school. You have no idea what you are doing, but somehow you have become one of the best students in your year.

That happens to me all the time!

Good morning writeblr!!

at the risk of sounding like a raving lunatic, i think one of my favorite trekkie memes/posts is that one where someone comments on a screenshot of tos and asks if sulu is texting, because it PERFECTLY encapsulates star trek's strange little place at the intersection of pop culture and the tech world:

like listen... 55+ years ago a bunch of actors had to use a mix of existing habits and wild imagination to come up with what they felt would be believable movements and muscle-memory for someone using completely unbelievable tech a few hundred years in the future. like tv had less than ten channels and the screen was a foot across, and they had to go "ok how would someone who's used to a tiny wireless gadget with a screen hold it and use it? how would they talk to a computer? how would the computer sound when she talked back?"

and over half a century later our own tech has surpassed the clunky retrofuture gizmos in so many ways, no doubt inspired by it, that now someone two decades into the 21st century sees an actor in the 60s holding some tiny rectangular plastic prop in both hands and immediately recognizes it as "oh, sulu's texting!" now THAT is a called shot. hell, that's putting your money on a roulette wheel in a casino that hasn't been built yet. i LOVE it. it's so star trek. sulu is absolutely texting.

Writing Prompt!

Talking to your own clone.

My example:

Real food would be a welcome comfort. Baker grabbed the plate of bacon and eggs from the counter and went to sit with the rest of his crew. As he passed the booth where his pilot was sitting, he did a double take. It must have been a trick of the light, or a hologram. Somehow, there were two Neths sitting in the booth by the window. The familiar Neth sat on the left: reddish-orange hair cut in a rough bob, leather jacket, sitting in a slouch against the window. On the right was a woman who looked like Neth in a costume: blue hair tied up in a loose bun, zip-up flight suit, sitting at attention with her hands laced beneath her chin.

Neth must have noticed him staring, because she caught his gaze and waved him over.

“I’m… very confused,” Baker said as he sat by the familiar Neth, “Are you… sisters?”

The blue-haired Neth spoke. “I’m her clone,” she said. Her voice was ever so slightly different from normal Neth’s. Not in quality or accent, but in the way she spoke. She sounded a bit more orderly than the Neth he’d grown accustomed to.

“It’s a long story,” Neth said.

“I’m Beth,” said the other Neth, “I figure since she’s the original, she gets the real name.”

“Yeah, we have a surprisingly healthy clone-clone relationship,” Neth told him, “Whatcha been up to, Beth? What brings you to Dorado?”

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