So, today's ficlet is about the boys and Charlie playing D&D, because I had to vent my frustration about my dice... which ONCE AGIAN chose a daily-prompt prompt for like the billionth day in a row.
Today's prompt is: A Change of Plans.
For those of you who have never played D&D, there are a variety of common superstitions surrounding dice and luck for most players... the biggest ones of which is that 1)dice can be unlucky, and 2)other people touching your dice can make them unlucky.
The other thing that might be important to know is that I essentially wrote this in 10 minutes because it's nearly midnight and I've had a long day. I swear to god these fics will get better, but right now I'm still just working on the discipline of writing SOMETHING every day.
Storming the Castle
“Change of plans, guys,” Charlie declared. “We cannot storm the castle tonight!”
“What?!” Sam asked, as he let Charlie into the Bunker.
“What the hell do you mean we’re not storming the castle?!” Dean yelled up from down the stairs, where he had already set up the table for their session. “I drove for 24 hours back from New York just so that I could storm the castle!”
“Yeah, well, my twelve-sided die has been giving me nothing but fours all week,” Charlie declared as she made her way down the stairs. “If we go in with bad dice, we’re going to die.”
“What, just because you’re getting bad rolls?!” Dean argued. “Sam and I can pick up the slack, we rolled fine last time.”
“Please,” Charlie said sarcastically. “We all know that you rely on my characters extra two levels to pull us through every fight, like humans rely on oxygen to live.”
“Yeah, well maybe if our DM went a little easier on us-”
“It’s not fun, if it’s not a challenge,” Charlie sing-songed back to him.
“So, what, we just stop playing because you had a couple of bad rolls?” Sam asked, puzzled.
“I’m just saying, maybe we should put off storming the castle and level you guys up with some random encounters in the woods first-“
“Sounds kinky,” Dean smirked.
Charlie just raised her eyebrows.
“Can’t you just use my dice or something?” Dean sighed.
“First rule of D&D, Dean, never let anyone touch your dice – I could get my jinx all over them.”
“Wait,” Sam said. “Is this... are you cursed? Because we know how to lift curses.”
“Huh...” Charlie said. “I mean, I’m pretty sure it’s just superstition, but... “
“I’m calling Cas to do a consult,” Dean muttered, already moving to where he had left his phone. “There’s no way I’m not storming a castle tonight.”
“You should ask him if he wants in,” Sam suggested. “That way if Charlie rolls bad, we’ll have a fourth as backup.”
“Ooo, I can write him up a character,” Charlie smiled. “What do you think he’d like?! Maybe a wizard? Or perhaps an elf?”
“Nah, make him a barbarian,” Sam smiled. “The guy’s got a lot of pent-up anger about us not treating him like the mighty warrior that he is.”
“Something showy,” Dean sighed, dialing Cas’ number. “He likes showy.”
“Got it,” Charlie smiled. “You know that we’ll still have to do a few random encounters to level him up a bit though, right?”
“Yes, fine,” Dean said, as he waited for the call to connect. “We’ll change the plan slightly, but we are storming that castle tonight if it’s the last thing I d- No, Cas, not an actual castle..."
And then they all played D&D and lived happily ever after.
So, I really hope that my twelve-sided die starts giving me something other than fours! Not that I don't like daily-prompt, but it's infinitely harder to come up with ficlets from really vague prompts than it is to use your guys' more detailed prompts or something from the 30 day prompt list.
3 minutes until midnight! Must post!