Madlib

Evelyn watched the die roll to a stop, "The blank thing, Madlib, whatever," She licked up her card, "Article of clothing...great. Well it's either going to stop me from wearing it or only let me wear it, right? I think I'd go crazy if I couldn't wear dresses now that I've got his latest BOB, so how about...bras. Oh...now it says, My biggest weakness is anyone wearing bras. Guess I was wrong, but that's fine. I like big tits as much as the next gal." She winked at Brittany, who ignored the provocation.

Daniel didn't bother trying to roll, he just reached for his BOB card and read it, "60%, whoa, it says The GM - Daniel will start to get really into character. His vocabulary will shift to match his appearance. When he's cosplaying, he'll stay in the role of his character, and when he plays with magical cards, he'll adopt a suitable vocabulary to match his new body."

"So what does a Luffy talked like anyway? Brittany asked.

"Dunno," Daniel said casually, "What does a Brittany sound like?"

"Huh? Brittany said, dumbfounded.

"Hey perv, do you want to be a pirate?" Mateo asked with a barely suppressed giggle.

"Nuh huh, I already am I pirate. But stop wasting time. I'm hungry, gotta hurry up and roll!" Daniel threw the die, landing on a question, "Would you rather become vegan and never get sick again or become unable to eat fruits and vegetables but never suffer from malnutrition because of your diet?"

"Oh, you should go vegan for sure. Way better for you." Noah said.

"Meat," Daniel said, "I want meat."

"That's Luffy for you...how much is the costume and how much is the real Daniel?" Mateo asked.

Daniel shrugged, "Who cares? Let's go Flo!"

"Pardon me, please do not call me Flo," Florence said, "The Goddess knows me only as Florence, and you shall too."

Florence picked up the die and rolled it, "I see, fates has selected the Madlib for me. It asks for a plural noun. How shall I answer? There are so many possibilities!"

"Don't overthink it. You can't know so just throw something out there." Evelyn said.

"Handcuffs," Florence suddenly blurted out. She turned crimson and tried to back peddle, "I just, the G-Goddess spoke to me, that's all. I simply followed your advice and did not overthink. It means nothing!" Despite her words, she knew better. After all she'd read 50 shades of grey enough to have it memorized and as she read the consequence of her choice she felt a strange warmth spreading between her legs, "I own far too many handcuffs..." She finished reading the card and set it down.

And suddenly she really did. From pink fuzzy cuffs, to leather to solid steel she owned dozens, maybe hundreds. She'd even brought a ton with her to Halifax!

Noah rolled next, "BOB. Pending," He ed the die to Brittany.

Brittany rolled, landing on the challenge, "It's says, pick an opponent...hmm....Noah."

"Why me?" Noah asked.

"Cause you're sitting beside me," Brittany replied, "Anyway it says Pick up artist challenge. Whoever collects the most phone numbers from of the opposite sex by 8pm tomorrow wins. Numbers must be obtained in person without help," Brittany looked him up and down, "Well you ARE hot, but you've got no game. I've got this."

Noah blushed, "What? No. I do. I just...whatever. I'll win."

"Sure sure. Anyway it says it's time for a break. Until 8 tomorrow."

"Oh man I'm so hungry. See ya!" Daniel got up and immediately made for the kitchen.

Mateo snorted, "You know, I could use a snack too."

"Then please, allow me to prepare something suitable." Florence got up, "This is my home after all."

"Wow, no complaints here." Mateo said, following her into the kitchen.

Noah looked back and forth between Evelyn and Brittany, then got up and left without a word.

Evelyn stood to leave too, but Brittany held out a hand, "Wait...I..."

Evelyn stopped and stared at her, waiting for her to continue. Brittany tired to force the words out, but nothing came. Evelyn rolled her eyes and left and Brittany sank back down in defeat.