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A rustling sound from further down the alleyway, a few dumpsters down.

"Basketball in the fall."

Warner breathes nervously at soemthing. Trust.. it's hard to..

Sam stands tall, looming. "Hey."

Something moving, and a faint grunt as the top of the dumpster is lifted slightly, then falls back into place as he loses his grip on the heavy top. A twist, and Symon's face peeps around the corner, cautious at first and then gives a wry grin as he recognizes her.

"Hey D-" Noticing the other girl, "...Sam. You divin'?"

"you were in a dumpster?" The other girl blinks. Huh..neat, her freckles kind of look like the drops from a close weapon spray if one has the right mindset to see it.

"Hey Symon. This is Warner."

"And not diving, no."

"Nah, not in it. I don't go in any more, not since once I couldn't get the lid up and almost got et' by the compactor. It was like in Star Wars, you know, the old ones. Almost made me piss myself before I squirmed out." A nod to Warner, curious, as he kens her." "'Sup?"

At first he thinks she might be on the Banal side, but no..she's.. wow, freshly ravaged... "Met a jerk... " then she smiles, "You know Mark Hammil was wondering about that scene.. his hair?"

"Oh, gross. I mean, fine, you find cool stuff sometimes..."

He blinks and gives Dagmar a quick glance - surprise, but more questioning, not accusing. He knows better than to think that of her. "Yeah, there were some practically new jeans in here, and you have to pay extra for distressed look like this - I think they're about my size. And I wasn't even really looking, was just out here to throw out some... stuff Ann Marie didn't want in our trash."

"Gotcha. Well, anyhow, Warner's new. Were you thinking of starting a new campaign when school starts? She likes D&D, too..."

"I've played EVERY Edition" SHe says

He blinks, and gives her a newly appraising look. "Really? Even 1st? Only GROGNARDS played that. " He sounds somewhat proud of that term, though, and jabs a thumb at his chest. "I was thinking of putting together a Mutants and Masterminds campaign now that Math Camp is over and I actually get some summer. Oh, Sam - I weaseled out of Science Camp, they were doing a cabin thing and I called Allergies. So we have more time to game or go on that caving tour we mentioned." He looks proud of that. Back to Werner. "Here's the real test of any gamer... you got dice on you?"

"Dude.... "

"...Grognard? I just play Paladins..."

He snickers.

"My grandfather is a Grognard, he has the redbox" A grin "Oh and Sure, I'm down with Mutants and Masterminds... I once played VIllains and Vigilantes so you know I can roll with all sorts of systems"

Her grandfather has the old rebox set? Symon may feel his mouth water

He offers his hand, then stops, wipes it a few times on his shirt, and offers it again. "Symon, nice to meetcha."

She looks grateful he did, "Warner... like Sam said, nice to meet you too. " Her free hand reaches into a pocket and pulls out a d20 "My lucky one"

The D20 is skyblue with CRAYOLA marks to make the numbers stand out

Smoothly applied so it doesn't bias the rolls.

"Okay, I might have... say, Warner? I think you'll be okay."

"Oh, I thought she said Werner, like Herzog. I liked the Nosferatu movie he did..." He reaches out and takes the die (if offered) and gives it a test rattle in his hand. "This one has seen a share of crits n' shits. Gotta love the lucky ones. And the ones that keep messing up, you have to melt a couple in the microwave where the others can see it to LEARN THEIR PLACE." He offers it back, now with a touch of glamour in it. Feeling of exploration, adventure, the joy of playing a new role.

She takes it back, 'Yeah, I'm gonna be okay and..."

"I better get back, I have to sneak my treasures inside before my stepmom gets back from grocery shopping. She always wants to see what I'm bringing home these days. Can't a guy get some privacy?"

"Not from Anne-Marie's All-seeing Eye..."

The glamour doesnt enchant her, but it seems to help sooth that wound

"I hear you, my mom is ALWAYS nosing around" Warner says "Later, Symon. See you around"

He seems content with that, as was his intent. "Want me to let you know when the next group gets togther, ask Sam, she can give you my number." He nods, and shoulders his backpack. Is it... dripping? No, when Warner looks again, she was just imagining that. Shadows and all. "Catch you soon, Paladin!" And he's off - he trips over something invisible and mutters... "Lovecraft!" before turning a corner and out of sight.

"Love craft? Good author but never heard it used like that"

That to Sam "he's..he showers before gaming right?" whisper

"He does."

"Promise."

"Then this...just went from the worst day of my life to..pretty good. " She says "Can I have his number like he said?"

"Uh-huh. Got your phone?" Sam digs out hers - it's an old-fashioned dumb phone, but it does have a keyboard.

She doesn't judge, and takes the number "thanks. oh here's mine for you" She tells her.

"And mine's..." much exchanging of info.

"Could.. god this sounds weird. Could you walk me part way home? I don't want to run into that guy again. It's like another mile that way"

A grunt and a nod. "Sure thing."

And they head that way, it doesn't take long, and Dagmar can tell that Symon helped her, even gave a bit of glamour to do it. The sluagh, she realizes, is not just cool.. he's nice.

Not that he would admit it.

Dagmar knew that all along.

Not that she'd tell.

Of course not. Snitches get Stitches. That's the seelie way.. well maybe not but the point is, Dagmar has standards

And soon she's waving to the Departing Warner.

(End Scene)