Jane Austen: Lucy, Robert Ferrars enters the room, his expression stony.
Anne Steele: *loudly munching her snacks* how stony? Can I roll to see how stony his expression is?
John Willoughby: you are not even in the room!
Anne Steele: but I want to see the drama!
Jane Austen: “Miss Steele, since my brother has definitely lost his mind I find myself in the regrettable position to ask you to keep yours: leave him free to fullfill his obligations, and stop this foolishness once for all”.
Lucy Steele: can I make an Investigation Check to understand how much he believes what he says?
Jane Austen: sure.
Lucy Steele: that’s an eighteen.
Jane Austen: good, good-he is absolutely sincere in finding the whole situation absurd, but he is also very entertained by the idea that his brother has fallen from grace for someone like you; he is delighted by the chaos and he thinks the outcome is going to favour him.
Lucy Steele: *slowly* he might not be wrong.
Lucy Steele: I tell him that Edward has to fullfill his obligations towards me, that I am not going back on my word, no matter how many times he will try to change my mind. But, I would not mind seeing him again, since I cannot hope to see his sister or his mother, that I miss terribly, and I feel so lonely without Edward.
Anne Steele: wait-
John Willoughby: are you trying to seduce him? Your dear heart’s brother?!
Jane Austen: *without breaking a sweat* roll for Deception, you need at least a forty.
Anne Steele: *wheeze* that’s high, even with your ridiculously high Charisma!
Jane Austen: his family hates her and he thinks she is beneath him, so-
Lucy Steele: *flatly* Natural Twenty.
John Willoughby: WHAT?
Anne Steele: WHAT?!
Lucy Steele: and I have twenty at Charisma, plus five. I did not sacrifice my Intelligence for nothing, you know.
John Willoughby: *shakes his head incredulously*
Jane Austen: *pause*
Anne Steele: you broke her! Oh my, you broke her!
Jane Austen: okay! Great! He tells you he will come back and talk more about Edward.
Lucy Steele: *smirks* sure.
Jane Austen: And he scurries away, under the weight of that Natural Twenty! Dear God!
John Willoughby: *sputtering* Edward is scrambling to make a living for you!
Lucy Steele: he is doing that.
Anne Steele: *cackling* his family has forsaken him in every way because of you!
Lucy Steele: they are doing that, aren’t they?
John Willoughby: he still thinks you are going to marry him!
Lucy Steele: *faux surprise* oh my gosh! Poor thing! I will write him a letter after the wedding.

















