SaltyTrog

The hardest part about wanting to save a little coin is what you’re willing to do to make sure you don’t lose any money. In the case of the half-elf Vex that meant trying to pickpocket the money back from the people she’d lost it to. Drinking games were a staple of the celebratory rituals of the adventuring company known as Vox Machina, and tonight was no different. The half-elven woman had struggled to contain herself from gambling after several mugs of ale, and was now sufficiently in the mood to try and make some money. That didn’t exactly work out for her however as she was soon several games deep into a chess match with a gangly looking dragonborn in a heavy, hooded cloak. “How can this be, just one more game I’ll win it back!” Vex said, her face flush as her stress over losing more and more money rose. “Double or nothing, right now.” She said, starting to put the pieces back after her latest defeat. “No, no more games, I take the shinies and leave.” A raspy, high pitched

“So does anyone know what this is actually for?” Karen Fukuhara asked the others, holding up the costume that had been left for her. It was similar to the ones that Kaya Scodelario and Kathryn Newton had also been left in the dressing room, some sort of bunny girl outfit. The women may have normally found it degrading, but it was easter and their agents had promised them that this was a sort of community outreach event. Whoever had supplied the outfits had also clearly done some homework The three actresses were in a rather nice looking dressing room of sorts, it was spacious and had a few room dividers set up along with closets full of regular clothing and other high quality costumes. However on a rack that had been left for them were the three bunny suits along with a note that simply read ‘for you’. The three women each grabbed their suits and stepped behind their dividers, starting to strip naked while talking to their fellow stars to attempt to get to know one another since

The train continued to race along the track, many of its occupants having disembarked or been rendered inert by this point. One such occupant was known only as The Prince. The young lady entered the compartment, finding it rather cozy, or rather she would if she was in any position to. Given her current situation, she was hard pressed to find anything comfortable. The young looking assassin was pushed into the compartment, giving a muffled grunt of annoyance over the way the man known only as Ladybug was treating her. Forced to take a seat before the man sat down opposite, she fixed him with an icy cold stare that Ladybug found worse than if she’d simply scowled. “Could you please knock it off, I’m trying something new here and I just don’t wanna have any more problems than I already have.” He explained, holding his hands up and gesturing for the woman to calm down. “Hntnm mm hnd Hm'll fhhw nhh hhw ghlm Hm hm!” The Prince said in return, her words full of venom even if they only