Dear Diary,
We’re back home! Sorry I didn’t write yesterday, I was too tired. We really pushed ourselves to go as far as we could, and stopped loooong after dark.
But! We beat the guys! That’s the important thing. They’ll probably get here tomorrow morning. Then we’ll all be back together again, and have a good while before the players get here. It’ll be the longest we’ve had since we became players. Mika and Avi have their symphony in a couple days, but we might do a couple more big fun things.
Maybe, just maybe, the kobolds might be able to be convinced to have a party. It’s a long shot, we all know how much they hate parties, especially big ones. But if we come up with a good plan, and have a five-page essay detailing the benefits of parties, maaaaybe they’ll agree to it.
Pfft, sorry, I can’t keep going. They already have three parties planned for this cycle. Asking the kobolds “hey, want to party?” is like asking a wolf “hey, do you want this steak?” The answer is always yes. You might not even get to the end of the question before they answer.
Oh! Speaking of kobolds! The Floor 2 kobolds are back in the secret floor! Kimi gave them keys, so this cycle they’ll be able to wander around and get to know everyone! So far they’ve been sticking together, which I can’t blame them for. When you’ve been stuck in a small group for a long time it’s kinda a shock to suddenly be shoved into a group of two hundred people.
Apparently the new kobolds play basketball as their main thing, so Floor 97 has a basketball court now. The Floor 97 kobolds are doing tryouts for a basketball team, and Mar has passed the first two rounds.
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Usually I’m about as interested in watching paint dry as watching sports, but tomorrow I’ll absolutely be down there, cheering for Mar to win.
…Except marble racing. Marble racing is clearly the best sport ever.
Goodnight, Dungeon!
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Avi played imaginary drums, practicing the last piece in the symphony. Suddenly Y teleported over and sat down next to him, making him jump slightly.
“We have a problem,” Y said, his voice quiet.
Avi’s eyes widened. “We do?”
Y nodded, motioning across the campfire towards Ty.
Ty was arm-wrestling Staab, and winning. He’d switched hoodie and breastplate for the boho necklace “armor”, and Avi had discovered it was possible to have a ten-pack. Somehow delicate yellow wings made the muscles on Ty’s arms look even more impressive. Avi wasn’t sure how much becoming a neko would change Ty’s looks, but he suspected it’d just make him look better.
“Yeah,” Avi agreed.
Y frowned a bit. “Not that I’m worried about Kim falling in love or anything, but, well…” He motioned to Ty again, then grinned at Avi. “We need to make an entrance.”
“Something more interesting than…” Avi motioned at Ty, who was flexing after his win. “That?”
Y sat back, mismatched eyes squinting at the fire. “Yes. Unfortunately, Ty is very interesting. I don’t know what we could do that would be more interesting than him that wouldn’t end in death.”
Avi nodded slowly, thinking it over. “Well… No promises about it not ending in death, but I do have an idea…”