She'd thought about how to ask, so she nodded at his first question, and launched into an answer eagerly, leaning forward from where she was nested cross-legged in the centre of the beanbag like a baby bird.
"I'd never heard of them, but on the island, I saw a memory, and it was of a role playing game. I want to play, but you need a storyteller... Mister, do you know anyone who can do that?"
Uta rubbed the back of his neck as he considered it. He didn't have a particular soft spot for teenagers, but if he could get a gaggle of the kids to like him it would probably be useful. Besides, this was something that would probably kill quite a bit of time on the train and it could end up being fun, maybe. Or it would just irritate the piss out of him. Only one way to find out.
He slipped both of his hands into his pants pockets. "I don't know if there is anyone on the train who has experience, but I would be willing to give it a try. You will need to find some more people to play with, though. I don't think it would work well if it's just you and me."
A-Qing was, on the balance of probabilities, reasonably sure he was humouring her. He didn't seem particularly excited; his eyes didn't light up the way Wester's did when she mentioned the games. But maybe that'd be better, for a training game? She had the feeling that if she ruined Wester's game they might actually cry. This guy didn't seem too bothered. The important thing was, he was agreeing to it. The rest she could work with.
"Leave that to me," she assured him. "I know some people. Do you need anything for it? I saw a lot of paper and books in the memory, but I can't really help with that."
Honestly he wouldn't really be excited unless she suggested murdering everyone on the train - he was a relatively laid back individual in most cases. It took a lot to get him excited. He'd apologize at his lack of enthusiasm if he knew she was considering there.
"I can order the rule book and we can share it, but I imagine everyone will need dice. Or, at least, we should have a few sets of dice that we can share with each other." Everyone should have a notebook from the train, as well as writing utensils. Unless they didn't want to use it for multiple things, of course. "Notebooks too, I guess, if people don't want to use the notebook the train gave them."
Well, he was doomed to relaxation, in that case. At least until the game started, given Buttercup's favourite movies. Dice, though... she considered just how many games were stacked on the shelves in this room.
"I'll get some dice. And tell the others to bring their notebooks."
How long would it take to arrange? If he was buying something, that set it back to the next platform stop, which... some rapid counting, and she relaxed. Not too far off at all. Since it looked like she was going to get her way, she beamed. "We'll find you on platform day, okay? Don't make yourself hard to find, or I'll have to call you on the ICPs."
Uta's perhaps somewhat confused expression gave way to his usual polite smile as it was clear that her zany plan was coming together as she wanted. He had a subtle feeling that he was going to enjoy this more than he was expecting to, but it would depend on who all she wrangled into this misadventure.
"Alright. I'll try to grab a quiet cabin, but if I fail at that I will be in my room. Fair?"
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"I'd never heard of them, but on the island, I saw a memory, and it was of a role playing game. I want to play, but you need a storyteller... Mister, do you know anyone who can do that?"
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Uta rubbed the back of his neck as he considered it. He didn't have a particular soft spot for teenagers, but if he could get a gaggle of the kids to like him it would probably be useful. Besides, this was something that would probably kill quite a bit of time on the train and it could end up being fun, maybe. Or it would just irritate the piss out of him. Only one way to find out.
He slipped both of his hands into his pants pockets. "I don't know if there is anyone on the train who has experience, but I would be willing to give it a try. You will need to find some more people to play with, though. I don't think it would work well if it's just you and me."
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A-Qing was, on the balance of probabilities, reasonably sure he was humouring her. He didn't seem particularly excited; his eyes didn't light up the way Wester's did when she mentioned the games. But maybe that'd be better, for a training game? She had the feeling that if she ruined Wester's game they might actually cry. This guy didn't seem too bothered. The important thing was, he was agreeing to it. The rest she could work with.
"Leave that to me," she assured him. "I know some people. Do you need anything for it? I saw a lot of paper and books in the memory, but I can't really help with that."
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"I can order the rule book and we can share it, but I imagine everyone will need dice. Or, at least, we should have a few sets of dice that we can share with each other." Everyone should have a notebook from the train, as well as writing utensils. Unless they didn't want to use it for multiple things, of course. "Notebooks too, I guess, if people don't want to use the notebook the train gave them."
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"I'll get some dice. And tell the others to bring their notebooks."
How long would it take to arrange? If he was buying something, that set it back to the next platform stop, which... some rapid counting, and she relaxed. Not too far off at all. Since it looked like she was going to get her way, she beamed. "We'll find you on platform day, okay? Don't make yourself hard to find, or I'll have to call you on the ICPs."
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"Alright. I'll try to grab a quiet cabin, but if I fail at that I will be in my room. Fair?"
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Fuck, wait. Her smile subsided for a second before she fixed it, to hide her embarrassment.
"Which is your room? ... And what's your name?"
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“Room 4:A. Uta. What is your name?”
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Was that laying it on too thick? Probably, but the part of her that would have cared was now too busy scheming how to get more players.