[Open - via PM] The Games We Play (RPG/Games Night)

[Commissar Cat]

[Furbnus]

Holland appears in the doorway, holding a pitcher of liquid. "I-I figured we might need something to drink. I make it my-myself out of water, citrus flavor packs and caffeine." He sets his pitcher down on the table and sits, looking quite nervous. Several seconds pass before he speaks again, "S-so, I guess we just wait, huh?" he giggles and quiets down again. He produces his data-slate and starts watching the Cain series, and will continue doing so until more people arrive.

[LaxKnight]

Next was probably one of the odder editions wishing to attend. There were some footsteps near the front of his door, a pause, and then a heavily armed woman walked in. She as in a vaguely Valhallan greatcoat with a large rucksack on her shoulders and her flamer slung on her back. Today she was wearing a sports cap with an Astartes helmet on it. Chogori Hazel eyes looked around and went wide when she spotted the Commissar. The Chem-Dog pulled down her rebreather to speak easier and then asked Yorke, "I was told if I played I would get a hat. Is that true? I got some stuff that could be useful."

[Johannes Wyss von Krieg]

Apparently it is not a night of Rocket-Propelled-Grenade, And thank the Emperor that the new arrival was notified of that so instead of boxes upon boxes of munitions, the supplies were more suited for the occasion.

One of those Masked Gass-huffers known as Kriegers entered into the room in a manner not unlike sneaking on the tip-toes until it finally got inside.

"Greetings. This is the aR-Pe-Ge meeting? First Timer." It said as it scanned the room and its occupants before Removing the Respirator with a hiss to reveal the features of the girl beneath the mask, for those familiar with this Unit she goes either by #9453/8-316 or simply Erika Hass, though the latter is more sparsely used.
The boxy rucksack screwed into her carapace armour was removed as well and opened to reveal it's contents: Carefully packed, sealed and protected was a very large plate, filled with layer upon layer with the Cupcakes delivered to the 554th Krieg and 'donated' to unit #316. The Plate was put next to the rest of the goodies.

The Theme Song of the Cain Series Sparked the Kriegerin's interest as she turned to the origin of the sound and her sapphire eyes sparkled with exitement before she practically pounced on the Quartermaster "3rt Zeazon?" was her only question with the noticeable accent now that she's not muffled by respirator.

[Drocol Ritter von Krieg]

It seems that Drocol was off-duty, somehow.. He heard a Roleplay was in session and decided to come around the office Tonight. He was in his casual black attire, and seems to have recently waxed his hair. Whilst also bringing some cups. “I hope my presence does not disturb a game such as this?” He said, laying his load onto the table.

[CyGamer]

A sharp knock came from the door way as a box of amsec pushed in. Behind it was the smiling Krast, who nodded to Cat as he entered. Still wearing his carapace armor, he moved carefully to the snack crates to deposit his own, and with a clink the liquor was in place. Sitting down on one of the other crates, Krast pulled out a bottle and popped the top off.

"How's it going everyone? Thought we could use something to drink. Help yourselves, free of charge."

[SilverRuby]

Vayne looked up from his desk, genuinely surprised that anyone at all showed up after Yorke had convinced him that hosting this 'RPG' night would be fun. He didn't get what was so fun about sitting around a table, rolling dice, and pretending to be imaginary characters in some fictional adventure.

Whatever, Cat had seemed pretty damn pleased with the door sign that Cassius had written for him, and he couldn't begrudge the Commissar that little mote of joy.

Checking his wrist-chrono, he was at the end of day anyway... With a second glance at the Chem-Dog (And the others, mostly her; maybe the quartermaster... Enough to make him uncomfortable), the redhead started packing his things away into the drawers of the desk. Anything non-essential stayed where they were, but sensitive documents and personal effects were effectively hidden from sight. He wasn't sure why he was feeling so uneasy about his stuff (Pens, cup, small trinkets) being left out in the open. Especially after curiously staring at Holland, he felt a general sense of dis-ease.

Though, at Krast's appearance, Vayne couldn't help but smile, discomfort momentarily forgotten as he raised a gloved hand in greeting to the Kasrkin laden with booze, "Hey, Krast."

[Fairemont]

Some strange people were gathering; some stranger than others. In the wake of Krast and his booze-cart came Aenaria, practically appearing from no where as she slipped in through the door behind the Kasrkin. Like others, she came bearing some form of gift, though she made it difficult to tell if it was just for herself or to share, but she carried a rather ancient vintage amasec bottle, though it looked in great condition. The group that made it had been lost to time for over a century, but their bottles still turned up from time-to-time, much to the pleasure of amasec aficionados looking for a good drink. Hers didn’t look quite that old, however, despite what the label stated; a potential perk of warp travel time-dilation.

“It would seem I am not the only one who was interested in this… arepuhguh night.” She moves in a little further and eyes one of the chairs before giving it a ginger testing with the force from her hand. “These seats look more beleaguered than guard regiment three months into its deployment with no relief.” But she sits anyway, chair creaking in protest as she crosses her legs and gets comfortable. She is clearly not.

[Furbnus]

Holland holds his data-slate up so Erika can see, "No, season 4. Would you like to watch?" He hands it to her and starts organizing some notes, "I'll need that back, it's got private information on it."

He looks at Cat, "So, I've got a general idea of what an arepeeguh is, but what exactly are we doing?"

[Johannes Wyss von Krieg]

It was much a joy to the Kriegerin, as evident by the glow to her face and the wide grin of her mouth. "Danke" carefully grabbed the priceless artefact and seated herself on the floor just when the new arrivals entered the room to which she replied with an enthusiastic wave of her hand.

[Commissar Cat]

[Drocol Ritter von Krieg]

[LaxKnight]

[Johannes Wyss von Krieg]

The exercise is about to begin. Better be ready aswell.

"Affirmativ." Answered the Kriegerin rising up from the floor only to take a sit next to the other Krieger whose hair she ruffled with a smile, Erika turned to Cat and paraphrased the practice they are about to conduct while at the same time sliding the Dataslate to the Quartemaster:

"A Praktise in vich ze participants take kontrol ofer a character of zeir creazion and act as a squad to perform hypothetikal tasks giffen by ze Enforcer of an imaginatiff vorld. Korrect?"

[CyGamer]

[Drocol Ritter von Krieg]

[SilverRuby]

Vayne looked up when Krast tossed a bottle at him, and he barely caught it before it hit any sensitive bits... "Whew- Hey... Thanks, bro-" He grinned at the Kasrkin, before examining the label.

"Hmm... Single Malt 12, eh... Not bad," He commented, holding the bottle up in a toast towards Krast with a grin, "It'll be much enjoyed." He set it on top of his desk... And after a pause, retrieved his ("#1 Secretary") mug from a drawer to pour a bit out for himself to enjoy while observing the "AR-PEE-GEE" game.

Okay, he was admittedly curious if alcohol was involved. He leaned back in his chair and put his boots up on the desk after a bit, crossing his ankles and savoring the drink. When he wasn't sipping at the whiskey, it was held in his lap.

[Fairemont]

After having sat down, Aenaria sort of kept to herself, at least for the moment. The others were all interesting to some degree. A few she recognized, a few she did not. They would be playing a game and socializing together, however, so it seemed to be in her best interest to mingle with them.

"What are the rules? I assume there are rules."

[Furbnus]

Holland glances at Aenaria "I think the way it works, is the person running the game, known as the Game Tzar, gives an obstacle and sets the difficulty to overcome it in his mind. We then roll multi-sided dice and apply modifiers our character givesto determine if we properly overcome said obstacle. Do not worry, I brought dice." he puts 10 small pouches on the table and pulls one away for himself.

"Oh hey, Chem-Babe, I brought a hat if you want it. I found it near a 2nd Son that was either dead, or fell asleep with a syringe in his arm." He slides a beret towards her and pours himself a glass of his own drink.

[Commissar Cat]

Yorke looked relieved at folk seeming to understand the concept of the game, which was the first major obstacle of the night. He smiled as Hat handed out the smokes, but politely handed his back, "Save these, I'm not allowed any more. Medicae's orders." he inclined his head towards Vayne, "Cassius has inherited my stockpile, seemed wasteful to just throw them out."

At Aenaria's question, Cat briefly explained the way rules function in RPGs, and how characters need to have attributes. Keeping it fairly simple, he showed a few examples of character sheets printed out from the rule set on his desk.
"What we need to decide is a setting, however. There are different worlds we can use as a background."
The commissar spread out a handful of printed, colour illustrations on the main table to demonstrate different examples.
"We have true fantasy, which is warriors, sorcerers, knights, fairies, dungeons and that sort of thing." Cat tapped a picture of a barbarian doing his best to fight a lizard man.
"Or historical, from a set time period. Early settlers, grox farmers, colonists, or something from the great crusades in M30, things like that." he pointed to a rather artistic interpretation of early Terra, with buildings now surely long demolished.
"Horror, which is fighting ghosts, spirits, vampires and daemons, a bit like witch finders in olden times." the commissar gestured to a surprisingly glittery image of a vampire being staked by an inquisitor.
"Or, uh, Astartes. For example, Deathwatch." he grinned and held a hand out to an actual pictograph of a Deathwatch marine.

"Just let me know what your first and second choices would be." Cat smiled a little worriedly, uncertain what those present would find entertaining.