[ He doesn’t understand all the details. Well — scratch that. Harry does get all the details: Rack up a bunch of GP. Cash-in your points to grab the card of your likeness. Play swapsies with the others. Easy peasy. It’s the last part that’s got him a touched confused. But it’s a solid excuse for Harry to pretend that he’s ten years-old again .
When you reach a certain age, amusement parks can feel like something out of your element. Unless you’re a super fan and got the hard dough to splurge. Or if you’re a parent like Harry, then you’ve got the perfect ‘Get out of Jail Free’ card to go hog wild with your kid. But when you don’t have said child (or a Breanna to spill all the hot gamer gos’) tagging along by your side…then that middle-aged insecurity creeps back up.
All to say that this is a delicate, mid-life crisis tight rope he’s riding down. Whoever the ex-corporate lawyer is standing next to, he maintains a soft, friendly demeanor. A warm smile in a well-tailored three-piece suit. And whoever Harry spots around the gaming area, he’ll make an honest attempt at breaking the ice. ]
Man, that submarine simulator is a doozy.
[ The tone of voice is excitable, but not too robust. ]
It’s all fun and games until you remember you’re playing with inverted controls.
ii) the beehive lounge { cw: alcohol mention }
[ Sneaking inside the employee entrance of an establishment in an outfit you weren’t 100% sure of? Yeah. This is about par for the course for Harry these days. At least the stakes are extremely low. There’s no sleazy head honcho smoking a fat cigar to grift.
Nah, this time the uniform is out of pure happenstance.
He sits by the bar, holding up a half-empty flute of his Shiva cocktail in one hand. The other with a half-charged smartphone with absolutely no reception. His right leg neatly crossed over his left. A small, colorful holding a Moogle plush sits by his side. ]
You think they have cell service by the hotel?
[ He remarks contemplatively to the other person next to him. His brain is very much stuck in ‘I’m on Earth’ mode. Harry hasn’t quite grasped where he is currently in the universe. ]
iii) haunted house
[ If you’re walking down the hall on your way to your room, you’ll probably pass by a room making a considerable amount of noise. It starts with a few loud footsteps that then crescendos into a loud THUD and scream (indeterminate whether that scream is per-recorded or coming from an actual human being).
But what soon follows is the door ripping open to reveal a six-foot grown man coming out of his room in a cold sweat. He takes one, two, three deep breaths before looking over to see the other hotel patron.
He simply smiles and offers a sheepish wave. It’s fine. Nothing wrong with this hotel room at all. ]
iv) wildcard
[ Choose your adventure! This is my first crack at voice-testing this fella, so I'm keeping all my channels open for plot nonsense. Feel free to plot with me over on the DMs. ]
harry wilson | leverage: redemption | new player
[ He doesn’t understand all the details. Well — scratch that. Harry does get all the details: Rack up a bunch of GP. Cash-in your points to grab the card of your likeness. Play swapsies with the others. Easy peasy. It’s the last part that’s got him a touched confused. But it’s a solid excuse for Harry to pretend that he’s ten years-old again .
When you reach a certain age, amusement parks can feel like something out of your element. Unless you’re a super fan and got the hard dough to splurge. Or if you’re a parent like Harry, then you’ve got the perfect ‘Get out of Jail Free’ card to go hog wild with your kid. But when you don’t have said child (or a Breanna to spill all the hot gamer gos’) tagging along by your side…then that middle-aged insecurity creeps back up.
All to say that this is a delicate, mid-life crisis tight rope he’s riding down. Whoever the ex-corporate lawyer is standing next to, he maintains a soft, friendly demeanor. A warm smile in a well-tailored three-piece suit. And whoever Harry spots around the gaming area, he’ll make an honest attempt at breaking the ice. ]
Man, that submarine simulator is a doozy.
[ The tone of voice is excitable, but not too robust. ]
It’s all fun and games until you remember you’re playing with inverted controls.
ii) the beehive lounge { cw: alcohol mention }
[ Sneaking inside the employee entrance of an establishment in an outfit you weren’t 100% sure of? Yeah. This is about par for the course for Harry these days. At least the stakes are extremely low. There’s no sleazy head honcho smoking a fat cigar to grift.
Nah, this time the uniform is out of pure happenstance.
He sits by the bar, holding up a half-empty flute of his Shiva cocktail in one hand. The other with a half-charged smartphone with absolutely no reception. His right leg neatly crossed over his left. A small, colorful holding a Moogle plush sits by his side. ]
You think they have cell service by the hotel?
[ He remarks contemplatively to the other person next to him. His brain is very much stuck in ‘I’m on Earth’ mode. Harry hasn’t quite grasped where he is currently in the universe. ]
iii) haunted house
[ If you’re walking down the hall on your way to your room, you’ll probably pass by a room making a considerable amount of noise. It starts with a few loud footsteps that then crescendos into a loud THUD and scream (indeterminate whether that scream is per-recorded or coming from an actual human being).
But what soon follows is the door ripping open to reveal a six-foot grown man coming out of his room in a cold sweat. He takes one, two, three deep breaths before looking over to see the other hotel patron.
He simply smiles and offers a sheepish wave. It’s fine. Nothing wrong with this hotel room at all. ]
iv) wildcard
[ Choose your adventure! This is my first crack at voice-testing this fella, so I'm keeping all my channels open for plot nonsense. Feel free to plot with me over on the DMs. ]