chaotic neutral ♢ d&d [open 0/6]

c h a p e l

"MUUUM I'M HOOOOME" He screams first thing as he enters the door, slamming it shut behind him and tossing his shoes to the side. 

"DID YOU TAKE OUT THE TRAAAASH?"

"NO, I JUST WALKED THROUGH THE DOOR," like damn? This place is always a dump, Chapel's just gotten used to it. The whole house belongs to his mum and stupid Carrie, his mum's girlfriend. Most days neither one of them can be found at home, but of course the one day he's bringing people over. 

Well... hopefully. If anyone shows up, that is. Chapel hurries his way downstairs and throws his backpack into the corner of his basement abode with a crunchy crash as something glass shatters on impact. Oops. "WHAT WAS THAAAT?!"

"NOOOOTHING," god. He had spent the last two weeks hanging up posters all over Abadeer's, and with any luck his prep work won't go to waste tonight. He's got all the goods: soda pop, little bags of hot chips, microwavable chicken nuggets and, of course, weed. You know, the B&B staples. Bards & Blunders is this epic fantasy roleplay game where one super rad guy (the Dungeon Master (Chapel)) sets a scene for the brave party of adventurers to explore, demolish and murder hobo their way through. We call those guys player characters. 

He rips open the box of 40 chicken nuggets and toss them in the microwave as the minutes count down to 17:00 - almost game time, dude! Chapel rushes to his closet of junk and pulls out a folding table, a few foldable chairs and a bean bag, dragging them all to the corner of his room diagonal that of the staircase. Then, he rummages through his trunk and book case to grab all the handbooks, character sheets, mini figurines and dice sets that he could ever need. 

"CHAAAAPEEEEEEEEL!"

"WHAAAAAAT-"

"GET DRESSED WE'VE GOT CARRIE'S CONVENTION TO GET TO!" She yells, and he scrunches his face for a second wondering why he'd ever go to that. 

"WHAT? GET LOST, I HAVE B&B TONIGHT!" 

"YOU HAVE WHAT?"

"B&- WHATEVER, LEAAAAVE!" Thank god. Once the coast is clear and he hears the front door slam again, it's 3 minutes til and he still has the whole living room to pick up. Eh, fuck it, not like they're playing up there anyways. Instead, he sits down at his table and plops a chicken nugget into his mouth.