I continue to try my best never to look down. I keep my eyes on the floor and don’t go too near the windows.
“I was playing dice with my friends, and someone spilled a drink on me. It felt like I got struck by lightning, then I woke up on an island where a little boy and his talking cat told me they were immortals and that I could learn magic. A volcano erupted and I woke up on your deck. On my honor that’s every word the truth, even if I myself would more easily believe someone spiked my drink.
“As for what I can do, well, I’m a swordsman of some skill, and a musician of somewhat smaller skill. I can tie just about any knot you’ve ever heard of, and I’m a pretty good cook. As to whether or not I could learn magic, I dare say I’ve never tried.”
I don’t, however, wear makeup very often, so I might not fit in with the Blue Rouges.
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That’s the kind of snarky correctional comment MJ would make. I feel like a bad person now.
It is actually true that I can tie every knot in the Boy Scouts Handbook. MJ gave me 2@s in Knot-Tying because of it, and that’s a pre-MPA skill.
It’s also true that I am a very good cook and an even better baker. In fact I’ll probably be doing a work shift in the kitchen when I go LARP’ing this weekend.