And call her they did. Hopping into her magical (not even close) car, she dragged along her three favorite ladies, whom were also the three that would probably provide the best results of their gaming. Pan silently wondered why she didn't have more male characters.

Today they were not in character, and the girls were dressed in everyday attire to help make their blending into society an easier achievement.  Ismene and Ai were shoved into matching red shirts against their will, with Laena sporting a lazily ironed, white tank-top, arms folded irritably across her chest.

"Oh, come ooon." Pan quite dangerously looked into the back seat where the three were cramped, her swerving at the last moment to avoid an oncoming vehicle as her three passengers stared in horror. "It'll be fun! We haven't had a party at our houses in years!"

"That's because the boys are insane." Laena glanced unhappily out the window. Nero had sarted taking Claine and Pan's crack conversations seriously and was making more active efforts to annoy the Gerudan with OBVIOUSLY faked affections. "I don't see why playing a game in which we roleplay would be at all fun, when we roleplay for a living! It's stupid. Why do I want to spend my break times doing exactly what I do while I'm working?"

And they'd been like this since they left Pan's house, and it continued even as Pan pulled up to Claine's home.

She forcefully dragged her characters up the stairs and positioned them to the side, prepared to stop their escapes as she knocked on the door. "HEY, ONE OF YOU GUYS OPEN UP."

Laena only spared Nero a small look, one that merely acknowledged that he was present.

"This doesn't look very fun." Laena commented aloud, picking up a pencil to examine the sharpness. "What's the point?"

"You've been complaining about it since we left the Pansion, just let him explain it!" Ismene, now tired of Laena's voice, snapped at her fellow character with a frustrated sigh.

With a wave, Pan disappeared into the back room with Claine, sending her characters a last wave before sending them on a wild roleplaying adventure.

That meant Laena was basically banned from all manner of classes. Tabbing her pencil against her character sheet, she stared down at the words as if glaring hard enough would make them go away.

"I'll be some kind of thiefy character!" Ai knew exactly what Nero was talking about - after all, mages were NOTHING like wizards or sorcerers! These ignorant non-magic types just didn't understand. "I guess if I can't play a magic-based character, I'll be someone sneaky!"

"/I'll/ be bolder, then." Ismene said, actively seeking to start some form of competion. "I will charge into battle as a warrior... maybe with an axe."

What a ragtag bunch if fools, filling rolls they've never filled before. Laena was a tad bit interested in the class-picking thing, if only for the fact that he brother had been taught magic when she could not learn. The art was still fascinating, even if she didn't want to act like she was interested. "Ugh... fine. I'll be a wizard of some kind."

The doorbell rang. There was indeed another person who RPed with Claine and she would be seen fleeing the scene in a '95 Toyota Camry, with large amounts of dark blue paint missing and the back two windows only held together by duct tape and the power of will, the second someone opened the door. Her car represented the struggle of the people vs. government and the engine ran great, too.

Aw, forget it, it would have taken three days to get home again. She parked on the other side of the street and rushed to the door with the character.

Say hello to Caviar- Er, Cookie? No, try again. Fries? Um... Say hello to the resident food item, What's-her-face, and her character, I-rarely-get-screentime. The latter was better known as another What's-her-face, but the Chief What's-her-face called her Raposa. Actually, she called Raposa by the name Vixen, but that wasn't the point.

Vixen, hence the name, wore a black fox mask. All parts of her body were covered in some manner by black clothing, including gloves, tights, ruffled dress... I'm bored just writing this, really. Not really into clothes. Anyway, the only part that wasn't covered was her long, red-orange hair.

The player with almost as many names as Pan took off Vixen's mask and put it in her giant pink purse that never seemed to match anything she ever wore. It held a lot of things, so much that she called it a bag of holding. A nerd like that probably had nerdy characters, too. The fox-named lady frowned at the player's action.

As soon as they could step inside, the player ran into the room with a Claine and a Pan inside and proceeded to start up those glomptackles.

A nervous, fanged smile came from Vixen. Of course the food item had to bring a vampire; one from the World of Darkness, no less. She was crazy beautiful under that mask, so why did she wear that mask all the time? IC reasons.

Nero took one look at the vampire.  "At least she came in costume," he said, shooting accusing glares at all the girls in their casual wear.  Except Laena.  He'd never shoot an accusing glare at her.  What a guy.  Her comment about his picture made him frown slightly.  "It's not a bad picture," you could actually hear the hurt in his voice.  "I tried my best."

Tsane rubbed his forehead.  Everything was going wrong.  The arrival of the new player, Laena's last-minute character changes...   They still hadn't even started.  "That's enough," he said to the two bickering girls.  To Laena, he added, "if you want to play a battle-mage, that's okay."

"Doesn't that break the rules.  Aren't you kinda a battle-mage," West said to Laena, stirring up that pot.  "If Nero isn't allowed to be a wizard, why are you allowed to be a..."

"West, be quiet." Tsane silenced him.  "We're running out of time as it is."  West pouted.  He hadn't even started.

"And Claine invited a vampire - really?" Remember that terrible writing mentioned earlier?  West took a large dose of that. 

"West, be quiet." Tsane repeated.  "Uuhh, what's your name?" he asked the vampire woman, "Take a seat." He motioned towards the wheely chair. 

".... Hm, if I smash someone's head in, can I bring them back to life, too?" She wanted a zombie companion! All these people were getting pets and she felt left out! Never mind the fact Ismene and Ai were still petless.

Ismene's face was horrified at the suggested, and she quickly shook her head despite not knowing for sure. "Don't say that! Please, how many zombies did we have to deal with in Curse?" No more.

"Well, there was that town, and then the Necromancer, and then West tried to kill us--"

"I didn't ask for a run-down, sister. At least we don't have to wait for our new guest, though. I'm Ismene." She introduced.

Laena lifted a hand to acknowledge the vampire's presence, reciting her name. "Laena."