Iconics Green Room and OOC Thread. (Adoring fans welcome; no fighting allowed.)

[Jozan of Pelor]

Ash saunters in, looking haggard and beat-up....He crashes down and sits on the sofa, next to Jozan, violently waking the priest from his brief respite.

Jozan snatches the tunic off his face to stare at the disreputable looking fellow, then groans and closes his eyes. He leans back and covers his face again. "Don't you people have your own OCC thread?"

Door opens and in walks Mialee, who heads to the refreshment table and grabs a sparkling water....You're asleep, aren't you?

"Not any more." Jozan pulls the white cloth off his face again and blinks at Mialee. "And you'd be surprised at how useful organized religion is when you need a good scandal."

As Mialee turns her attention to Sia, Jozan unfolds the fresh tunic and puts it on, listening idly. He snorts when Mialee mentions Nebin and shakes his head.

*A harried looking older man with silvering hair came running through the door and slammed it shut again....He peers at Jozan carefully for a moment, fanboy mode off*

"You know, I just had the weirdest case of deja-vu... Haven't I seen you before?"

Jozan looks over at him, then grins slowly and toothily. "How's that SAN score lately? Are you still afraid of moles?" Then he laughs. "Ha! Best one shot I ever had." He looks over at Mialee. "I'm telling you, Mialee, this Cthulhu thing is a gold mine if you don't mind tentacles."

Jozan breathes on his holy symbol and buffs it with a corner of his new tunic. "Hey, Mialee, that reminds me. Remember that room with the three-fingered statue and the basin of glop?" He looks around, then leans close. "I figured it out a while ago, but didn't want to mention it in front of the others. We don't want a repeat of that Head of Vecna fiasco." He leans in closer and whispers. "See, I figure they expect one of us to cut of a finger to match the statue. Then pressing the handplate will work. And my guess is we are supposed to be willing to do this because the golden glop in the basin will heal the damage." He snorts. "Can you imagine? But I bet Regdar, Al, and maybe even Mr. Eager Nebin would do it...and then who gets stuck with the blame if the healing is botched? That's right--me." He shakes his head. "You see my point, don't you? That's why I've kept quiet."

 

[Regdar]

Bah, Like Hell!

Kicking open the door to the green room, the Iconic fighter flops down in the worn out lounge chair, letting out a long sigh. Regdar then leans over, pulls out a small cooler and digs inside, pulling out a brown bottle that Regdar holds to Regdar's temple.

Nothing like a cold one, need to get the best boy in here with some more.

Throwing one to each assembled Iconic, even the Star Wars one, heck even Jozan.

Now Mialee, you know you have been wanting to experience Regdar's greatness for sometime now. It's alright to deny it, Regdar probably couldn't bring himself to do it, would be like being with my sister or something. Remember the Maxim shoot, where you had too much after shoot drinking.

Now did everyone see those nice shows of greatness by Regdar in there. See Regdar told you the intense training with Master Woo and subsequent mass whoring and boozing would pay off.

 

[Mialee]

Hmm, Jozan, I certainly see what you're saying. However, for a man of religion like yourself, I imagine this presents a difficult decision for you, because which is worse: getting stuck with the healing, or not telling your partymates the solution to a puzzle because you'll get stuck with the healing. Does the Shining One count Sloth as a great sin, because that might fall under...

Regdar bursts in

Remember the Maxim shoot, where you had too much after shoot drinking.

What?? That didn't make any sense. Not only are you BLATANTLY violating every sexual harassment law on the books with every fetid breath you push past those foam-flecked lips, but you're not even speaking proper common. Pull yourself together, man.

 

[Regdar]

Bah, it's in the contract

Thankfully it's written into my contract, Regdar is immune to sexual harassment and the chance of subsequent charges.

Regdar ment too much drinking after the shoot, you should remember the "Girl's of Greyhawk," calander, when you got the boob job. Wait Regdar wasn't suppose to mention that, Hmm seems the ale is hitting rather fast this time.

 

[Rorworr]

Rorworr walks in and waves cheerily at Sia as he picks up a few refreshments. Then he spots Jozan.

An autograph book and pen seemingly appear from thin air as the Wookiee lumbers over to his idol. He shoves the autograph book under Jozan's nose with a look of awe on his face.

 

[Vadania]

*Vadania walks into the room breathing heavily, he long white hair is in disarray, and her clothes barely hang on her body. It looks as though she has been in a fight, until you notice the unmistakable afterglow. Looking about she notices the others in the room. Quickly she pulls her clothes tightly around her.*

Oh, I, um, I didn't know that anyone was in here. I just needed to get a drink of water.

 

[Nebin]

The disheveled Gnome stumbles in ignoreing everyone and slumps in the corner, he upends a small brown bottle emptying it and throws it into the other corner. Reggie you got another one of those ? I got the shakes and I need one real bad man.

 

[Regdar]

Bah, booze head

Bah, Vad, been hanging with the "nature's love," again Regdar sees, throwing another bottle to poor Nebin.

Here stubs, bah this place is deader then disco.

 

[Jozan of Pelor]

Jozan twists the cap off the beer Regdar tossed him, then raises it and admires the caramel color of the light that shines through the glass.

"Ahh, Pelor, in Your wisdom You shine upon the earth, bringing forth sweet barley and bitter hops, thus blessing us all with this beverage of the gods."

He smiles, and takes a deep drink. "Oh, yes."

Then he looks at Mialee. "No, no...you are missing the point, my dear. The point is that what if the healing doesn't work, and Alhandra or whomever has to go around with one finger missing for the rest of his or her natural life? That's the dilemma--how does a Cleric of Light encourage such self-mutilation?" He shakes his head and takes another deep swallow of beer.

Jozan leans back in the couch and looks at Regdar. "My boy, you have indeed shown superlative greatness, as you call it, but surely you must know that your skill comes from dedication, hard work, and the divine aid of Pelor. If you would only acknowledge the Light within your soul, you would be a much happier man." He gives Regdar an encouraging and friendly grin.

Jozan might continue further in this vein, but his view of Regdar is suddenly obscured by a large amount of hair. He looks up, and up, and up at Roworr, and his smile becomes somewhat tentative. "Ahhh...Hi there."

[ Jozan glances nervously over at Si Lan, and whispers, "They don't bite, do they? And he's read the Iconic Nonaggression clause, hasn't he? He can read, right?" ]

He takes the pen and pad from the wookie with exaggerated caution. "Ah, yes. Ok, let's see...to Roworr...that's with two R's, not three, right?...with blessings of Light and Fire, from Pelor's Own Iconic, Jozan." He hands back the pad and pats Roworr's arm. "There's a good lad, thank you for the compliment."

If Jozan notices Vadania's disheveled appearance, he makes no sign.

 

[Mialee]

Well, forgive me for overshooting your point Jozan, but I really didn't imagine you could be talking about that. For a cleric- of any religion, really- to choose inaction over the possible failure of the power of healing, to me, shows a lack of- what? Five letters, gimme an F...

scrunches elven eyebrows

I coulda sworn it was Rorworr, with four R's. Rorry, hon, could we get a ruling on that? I don't want to get JD Wiker on the phone. He always wants to chit chat.