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It’s here: a podcast with our faces.
We’re playing Fiasco, a TTRPG that goes gloriously off the rails on purpose. Because sometimes chaos is the plan.
Part one is out now wherever you listen to podcasts, and on our YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KKhpRYPlJLE
“granting wishes to yourself: if the devil could of done that, he would have wished for god to forgive him” - brennan lee mulligan
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Taylor Momsen for Fiasco January 2014 by Elliott Morgan
Slow Horses S01E05 "Fiasco"
Prompt 5 - Fiasco
@jegulus-microfic February 5, Word count 279
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He knew there were snails in here somewhere, but the trunk lay empty; all Sirius’s belongings lay scattered on the floor around him. He was about to give up when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. A notice me not. “Oh, you nearly had me there,” he smirked and broke the charm.
He looked again inside the trunk, and now where before it had appeared empty, a large glass tank sat, full of snails.
“Oh, Sirius,” Remus said, shaking his head in disappointment.
“You promised you were done with the snail’s mate,” Peter sighed.
“Seriously. What is it with you and fucking snails?!” Regulus asked, lifting the tank out of the trunk and setting it in the middle of the ring of cushions. “Have you?” He peered closer at the shimmering snails. “Have you given them mother-of-pearl shells?”
“Maybe,” Sirius finally said as he sat down and put a possessive arm around the tank. “They wanted to be pretty. Didn’t you babies?”
“Sirius,” Remus sighed in exasperation.
“Don’t be Siriusing me. You knew that about me before we started dating, so don’t act like it’s a new thing.”
“What if we blow up all the toilets?” James suggested, pulling everyone’s focus off Sirius and his pets.
“Nah, we did something like that in fourth year,” Remus shot his idea down.
“Let a load of Cornish Pixies loose?” Peter proposed.
“Too much like this idiot’s snail fiasco,” Regulus shook his head. Remus stepped forward, mischief dancing in his eyes.
“I’ve got an idea,” he said, and they listened, their smiles widening with each word he spoke.
“It’s settled then,” James announced. “We’re going with Remus’s plan.”
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