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>Research and Explration/making connections won last time for our weekly activeities wone last time

>Rolls in a bit

After that brief exchange which made your Librarian chuckled some and mentioned while your head Healer was very good, knowledgeable, and skilled? He had always been a sour-puss back to when Bradford was a student. Emmy asked about the cane, since it looked familiar while you and Aubrey carefully helped the obviously pained Headgirl down stairs and towards the dining hall with Bradford and his wife.

Were told it was just his own, one with an automatic resizing Charm since he had on it since he bought it while attending Hogwarts for a couple of years as a kid after he read Sherlock Holmes and the detective became his childhood hero. Said you were going to get one for Ley like your best male friend had; one that likely had a trick or two to help until Ley was able to cast like she used to. Got a smile from that at least. Asked if you and your Coven wished to take dinner in one of the little rooms reserved for staff and before you could answer, had the limping Headgirl cut you off.

“No, dad. I get why you are offering. But? I need to be back out there. I don’t care if people gawk at me or something; I am going to get looks but I have to get used to them for now. I can take it.”, Ashley said quietly as you approached the dining Hall.

“Ah. I see, sweetheart. You want to spend time with your new friends, your old too, I suppose. Your mom and I shall be fine without the company of a few fine young ladies.”, he said while rubbing his impressively groomed mustache.

“The-they aren’t my friends! The blondes are crazy; evil! Aubrey is… half the library rules are because of her; more just for Jenn.”, she protested. “I want to see Ryan.”

“Dear? We understand wanting to see your brother. I know he only came a couple of times. He loves you though, always; it just hurt him too much to see you so depressed, in pain. You know he is sensitive. But? If these girls weren’t your friends? Why would they be trying to help you? Offering a tool for you until you are better? How would they have convinced my little girl to work on recovering?”, the dark blonde Witch next to Kenneth said before giving the tall girl a hug as you rounded the corner to the dining Hall.

“Because the twins are sadists, momma. Evil. Want to see me try and fail. Suffer.”, the girl said in a barely audible tone

“I really don’t think that is the truth, dearest. Please don’t think like that. But? Why don’t the rest of you head over? I wanted to ask Miss Jennifer about the team for the Cup, some other things.”, the taller man suggested. Your little twin kind of looked back but went with it so she could find the rest of your Coven and a table.

Crap. You knew this did not concern a nerd competition. Once the others had begun to head off, Kenneth came over. Close but not too close. Whispered to you.

>>6327277

“Ahhh… yes, sir. But? I’m not sorry. I couldn’t stand to see her like that. Defeated. Bitter. Helpless. I had to do something to wake her up. I’m not a genius like Macy so that’s what I came up with.”, you responded while looking down some.

Damn it, you didn’t want to leave a second school.

“Miss Jennifer? I will never be okay with my Ashley being harmed. Never. But? At the same time… she is up and out of the Infirmary. Seems to have some hope again. Believes she can have back what that monster stole. Was offered help; said you and others would be teaching her. My girl had barely been eating for the last two days but asked for a second plate after you left. Told me she was going to try because you were stern with her and she wanted to prove Bartly wrong. And? Ashley is no longer thinking of dropping out from the team for the Cup, Quidditch or Ilvermorny altogether. Of worse things. Has some fire back in her eyes, even if they are only embers for now. I do not know what to think, honestly. I want to believe you are good, however.”, and he lightly put his hand on your shoulder.

“Sir. I just want her to be what she was meant to be. Be ready for what Aubrey and I know is coming. Become great, even if she hates me in the end. But? Sir? Kenneth? It will not be fun how I go about making her back into what she was born to be; reforging her. Turning Narsil into Anduriel; Caladbolg to Excalibur. I am going to hurt her to do it; me. Don’t be mad with the others, please. They are just doing what I ask them to do. But? D-did she say other things? That Emmy and I kind of like hurting people if they deserve it. If we need to? It… our ancestry on both sides… we try and keep it in check. But it messes with our emotions some, gives us urges. Some are bad but there are also those I think are good: ones that make us want to protect those younger than us, those weaker, those who are ours, teach them to stand up to life and… Ley is ours now.”

“Little Ashley mentioned some of that, oui. I have known those with that ancestry, Veela, and have seen how it can show up. But? She also… little Ashley has always been truthful, perhaps to a fault. She told me what she said. About you, your parents, sisters; what should happen to you and them. And I think the look I gave her probably hurt more than a couple of light, little slaps. I still am unhappy about her being hit, but there was no long-term harm. I understand being mad at being told that, yet? You still want to help her; are going through the trouble when you never needed to. I am upset Ashley said those things and is insisting you and Miss Emily are Dark, evil. That my little assistant is too when you are trying to help her recover. She only half believes it, I hope. I still spoke with her about it, Miss Jennifer, and what she said. But? What is coming? What do you mean?”, Bradford asked a bit before you made it to the doors to the Dinning area of the Castle.

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Wait.

A couple of light slaps? No mention of how they nearly knocked her off the bed, how you punched her in the gut hard enough to make the injured girl throw up and cry, forced her to walk even with pained tears on her cheeks? That you threatened to kill her if she spoke about your loved ones like she had ever again?

She covered for you?

Maybe there really was hope for her to learn.

“Kenneth? I know people think ‘Brey is crazy. You know she isn’t. She has some odd ideas, sure. But we both feel it. Macy does. Emmy. Cross. Something… things are on their way. Bad things. It is the reason we are teaching people, preparing them and being rough about; so they can have stories for their kids and not obituaries. We don’t know what it is, so I am going to do what I can, as little as it is. As much as the time as we have here will let us.”, you said with a splash of truth poured into a lie like whisky into Irish coffee. Gave the tall Frenchman a determined stare while you felt Emmy think about that tall, dark-haired Ravenclaw Prefect from before for some reason.

Weird.

The man whispered some to himself at your words in French and seemingly forgot that you knew it as well.

“Bad? Is that why someone tried to penetrate the Vault that night? Why my girl was harmed? I’ll kill them then. Any who aided them when I track them down.”, then switched back to slightly accented American. “I see… but I’ll let you join your friends. Coven, as you said. I simply needed to have a talk with you; thank you for helping to get my little girl to try to move forward, at any rate. Oui, Miss Jennifer?”

“Oui. It is nothing; she has people to protect, and I want Ley to be able to do just that, Kenneth.”
The American’s might not know real tea from lake water but they could make, as Cory who sat with John at your table said was ‘a pretty mean pot roast’. Emmy was almost in tears and on her third plate; you enjoyed it but tried to not think about how the cows were probably carnivorous or some other non-sense.

Your Magic cowboy assured you they were mostly normal when you voiced that concern, though he did dig in with new passion while muttering some between bites about ‘taking this you dumb heffer’, softly; something about payback for being headbutted before and breaking a wrist when he hit the ground.

Whatever. The cowboy hated cows.

Maybe some PTSD or something.

You made sure Ashley had at least one plate, gave her some from yours too, eat some delicious apple streusel, then drink a glass of milk after since she would need energy in the morning. Helped her with cutting the meat a few times when her new arm failed to both embarrassment and a grudging gratitude behind her scowl at being treated like a child.

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Even the mostly vegetarian Chris was savoring the roast while telling some fun stories regarding Ilvermorny to Michah, Tim, and a small Honduran girl who glared at you between every bite. Giggled some at Anna getting an entire roast, no onions or garlic, rare, to herself since the cooks knew she had a high metabolism and was intolerant of some things ever since she was afflicted with lycanthropy. Almost laughed out loud when it seemed she wanted to just rip into it with her still extended claws, canines. Settled on being polite and used a fork and large horn handled hunting knife she pulled from her belt.

Travis was next to Aubrey at her insistence so she could take him down if he went on the Magic equivalent of a shooting spree, or so she claimed. What really happened was her trying to subtlety help so he didn’t hurt his wounds which made him a little grumpy as he sat directly across from you. Kept an eye on you when he wasn’t squabbling with Aubrey or chastising her for trying to say the glow-N word.

Macy, Aubrey, and the Germans expound over how good the dessert was, presumably, in German some. Had your small best friend show Carl some notes on potion making from a Muggle spiral notebook; asked about how to grow her hair out like Hildy had for some odd reason since she had always kept her own fairly tame lengthwise.

You ended up hit on, alongside Emmy, in a mostly innocent way by Cory who got slapped in the back so hard he almost choked by his “par’ner” as the Texan boy called him, despite John doing the same to Anna and you but in a more polite manner.

Had the book boy, Ryan, look concerned about his sister but smile some at a bit of dark humor mixed with hope she expressed; had Emmy eye him up like she did to the meat on the table. Licked her lips some and not from the savory gravy or amazing vegetables she had even tried. Felt a tad of concern for him even if she already had the Ravenclaw Prefect and little Seeker on the menu; probably a couple of other girls and boys here as side dishes… heh.

Slut-bucket sister, even if you knew she was more reserved and well behaved than she acted. Ah, well. You only get to be pretty teen girls once… well, unless you were mom since when all of you had been made up with matching outfits, she had been mistaken as your other sister more than one time.

Being there with your Coven? New friends? It made you think of dinner back home… well, dinner if you had a larger family. If they hadn’t been murdered. If mom and dad had siblings or tried for more kids. Hardened your resolve to teach what you could to all of them who wished to learn, even if it would hurt, be harsh and cruel doing it. Make sure they could survive; fight back.

Being with them made you feel a tiny bit better about what you would have to do. Warmed the ice in your heart while it lasted.

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After dinner, you all began heading your separate ways. Had Ley hug her dad, mother, and brother before you and the other T-Bird girls helped her towards her Hall while she grumbled about the pain until Macy gave her one of the new cherry flavored Pain Killing potions, which seemed to help even if it made the taller girl wobble some and need an arm under her shoulder a few times. Had your little bespectacled mad scientist say Ashley was to tell no one of the concoction with the conviction in her tone that had been becoming more common as of late.

Were a bit concerned at how much of the heavily regulated brew Macy seemed to have and why despite being the smallest person there it never seemed to really affect her like it did Ley or Travis. Oh well; her blood was probably half Girding, Healing, and Anti-Toxin at this point given how much she loved her craft. She knew what she was doing better than you did.

Hopefully, at least.

Dropped Ley off with another Pukwudgie girl outside their Hall, the same dark-haired one from Quidditch try outs, her friend Soren. Returned to your Hall. Grabbed your favorite pillow and went down to Aubrey’s room in a large tee which went to your mid-thighs, cute and silky underwear, slippers, and little else given you were all girls here.

Your tallest little sis was dressed in something similar but with a blue, Colt branded shirt with small and tight crimson gym shorts on when she got the door. You entered and went into bed with the tall girl, hugged ‘Brey some; enjoyed getting to feel her fairly large, perky breasts against you through the tee, her head on your shoulder while she kept apologizing for punching you earlier.

You tried to assure her it was okay, that you still cared about her, loved your little adoptive sister. But? Taking that hit and not letting her break her hand, saying you didn’t want to hurt her? That you would protect the odd teen girl instead? It might have been the best decision possible if you were actively intent on manipulating her.

Right then, Aubrey seemed so much more child-like with you in her bed and form curled up against you instead of cold and focused like when she fought at your side. She was no longer bold and confident; Aubrey was just a 16-year-old girl who took on far too much responsibility and was afraid of no longer having her new friends, of what was happening. Terrified, just like you, of the future and felt like she had failed. Almost begged you and God for forgiveness so she could keep you; a source of affirmation and approval in her life. A friend. A sister.

She even went so far as to offer to let you hit her as much as you wanted for a few minutes with an expanding baton she had to make it even for her breaking a handful of bones in your face.

You absolutely refused.

Reminded her it was your job to protect her. Keep her safe as her big sister; not hurt her or punish her.

Never.

>>6327286

Had the pretty Prefect come to your chest, the little that was there, and cry some; heard her say she loved you and the others over and over like she was using the spell for Cursed wounds. That she loved her old friends. Mother, father, brother. Ilvermorny. Being a Witch.

A couple of soft, silent tears escaped at her being so desperate that it hurt in an almost physical way. Still? You needed to be strong, had to be for her and the rest; there wasn’t room for tears. You were going to probably hurt her in training and the League but that was a different Beast entirely versus just beating Aubrey with a steel stick because she made a mistake when angry, uncertain, confused, and scared; she likely had issues with her sorting emotions and thoughts, kind of like you and Emmy could have... shit.

But?

Mom and daddy had never even spanked you or Em, believed it was barbaric; you inherited those beliefs even if you and your twin were beginning to accept, understand that you and her did like hurting people, making them fear you, as long as they deserved it. The tanned and thin girl you held did not deserve it. Not at all.

No.

You could never hurt her; not like she asked. Not ever.

It was a train of thought too disturbing to focus on when you were holding and comforting a lonely, somewhat broken but kind and strong girl in your arms.

So?

To keep your mind off how deeply sad and isolated Aubrey must be to even suggest letting someone beat her like a rug if they would still be her friend?

You just kept stroking the cute grey-brown mop on her head to contented, relieved sighs of happiness; gladness for when you made her get that it was alright she gave you a couple of love-taps and you would still be there for her, her home. Forgave her. Still were her sister. Wouldn’t make her do anything to be kept around.

‘Brey snuggled in closer and hugged you tighter, kissed you once which you returned before she starting to nod off from relief. She had the night off so it would be a nice bit of rest for her. She deserved it.

10% Gayification of Aubrey achieved!

You fell asleep soon after; had to wake up and sooth Aubrey a few times when she began twitching, lightly calling out, crying some from nightmares but you didn’t mind. Honestly? Seeing someone as strong, scary, and bold as your new adoptive sister so vulnerable and getting to really be a big sister to her, be someone she latched onto made you feel certain things. Made you question if Macy being dependent on you and Emmy for a few years was part of why you loved the little genius so much. Caused you to hug Aubrey tight to drive away those thoughts. Softly sang a little lullaby to her that you recalled from childhood which your mom would sing to you and Emmy since both of you were terrified of lightning and thunder as little girls. Not 100% appropriate for right now but you knew the song by heart.

>>6327287

Your singing voice might not be as good as mom’s but it still calmed Aubrey and brought her back into untroubled slumber. Made you feel warmth in your heart around the ice to be able to help her.

Aubrey’s Lullaby: https://youtu.be/Dslen0lIUYA?si=F17y9xzH71uZcucT

As you fell back into slumber, you recalled Macy when she was on the train; her wanting you to hold her then, and received so much affection from her. Felt so happy when she relied on you, showed you trust. It made you question why you adopted people as you went into dreamless darkness.


A loud tinny ringing woke you while it was still dark outside of Aubrey’s window as she rolled over to grab her wand and gun before you calmed her down. Hugged her while sitting in bed and kissed her on her head before exiting her eclectically decorated room to get ready to train some kids and Ley before classes. Would be heading to Michah’s Q-Pot tryouts after. Explore and maybe find another friend or two until it was time for dueling you supposed while Emmy practiced with her new team; try and find a shared time to see if that roll of old parchment you took along with the necklace had anything useful before you handed the blackened silver triquetra to daddy.

Went to get a cup of the lake water they called tea. Got ambushed by the who seemed to work as the unofficial postmaster for the Hall who said you and your sister had received packages and letters. Macy as well; small boxes for all three of you from Professor Jamie and ones from your mom and daddy.

Woke up your sleepy head of a sister who had cocooned herself in blankets and sheets. Started to get changed after rousing Macy as well.

Decided from a Sickle flip on how to dress today; let your littler little sis know so she could match if she wanted to.

Put on tight white athletic tops that showed your navels and the little silver navel piercing both you and Em had with sports bras under, too short slightly pleated tennis skirts which thankfully had a covering for your under-bits built in since Em did not feel like panties today. Some cute white sneakers; your wand and gun holsters on loose belts. Enchanted gloves and then did one another’s hair up in sloppy buns. No make-up since you were going to shower after training. When you met back up, Macy was dressed in mostly white or light-colored sportswear including a very cute LuLu Lemon jacket you wanted now while Aubrey was in full Ilvermorny gear plus her ‘normal’ arsenal. Smiled and hugged all of them before heading for a quick stop at the mail room.

There? There were a few packages and letters for you, your twin, and Macy. A couple were just nice letters from friends you had at Hogwarts but alongside those were two large boxes, a couple of leather sacks from your parents. Three small boxes from Aubrey’s dad.

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The sacks were filled with the money you had sent over to help cover the expense of the items you two asked for with a tiny note in both from daddy that said he may have added a few extra Galleons for being so kind. To not tell mom.

Heh. Silly daddy.

Professor Jamie’s?

Each had a soft vest with Velcro attachments for the sides, a couple of straps to adjust them with on the shoulders; the old bullet and knife resistant vests Aubrey had used when smaller. You really had no clue how to work them and were already dressed, so you would store them for now; Aubrey offered to take them to your rooms. Show you how to wear them later, which got her a little kiss on the cheek from you and Em. A hug from Macy. While she ran off with the three vests, you began on the other packages.

>Jenn, Emmy, And Macy received bullet and stab resistant body armor! Aubrey is now wearing hers regularly again and her level lV plates when it is dangerous! Provides a +2 to battle rolls. Will negate a single pistol caliber, cutting spell, or bladed attack, with caveats, by turning one of the opposed rolls to a failure, though after it provides no bonuses until repaired/replaced. Aubrey’s super vest provides significantly more protection.

In the first box, one from mom to Emmy? A note sitting on top of a very nice-looking broom with Nimbus 3000 engraved on a small brass plate on the front. The letter from mom insisted she had just gotten a good deal on a like-new, refurbished one from the shop she used at a deep discount, given she was a good customer… Emmy called BS on that; she was part Slytherin and mom was but a naïve former ‘Puff. This was brand new and after a quick check? Custom, with speed limiting Charms removed and one to make the bristles look like they were on fire along with some minor modifications.

Silly mom; trying to hoodwink a girl who was shooting for the pro leagues now and daddy’s daughter.

Your sister re-boxed the very pricey gift for your new little brother with moist eyes, conjured a small bow for it too.

The other box from them had a couple dozen vials of Murad scar cream, a short note once more saying you we kind girls and asking that you not need any for yourselves in the near future, which made you smile.

Then there was a letter from daddy saying he could pop over and meet you around 5PM, American time so you could hand off Gormlaith’s necklace today, which should work. It also asked you to be safe; he had heard about Ilvermorny being breached Friday morning. Promised hugs when you met up and made your eyes a touch misty.

>>6327290

>I need 3 people to roll 1d2. If there are more 1s she declined, will always be available for weekly activities. If 2s win she accepted, will have limited access to the Restricted section, make some friends, but won’t be available to help study, brew, or research every week

>Lets go ahead and get the roll other rolls done with too

>So basically 3 people roll 3d100, first die for singing, next for Michah’s Q-Pot, and last for research then 3 people 1d2 like I asked; I will add modifiers. Feel free to roll for both, then we will get to the week. You had a good roll for stuff happening so yay, no more crazy for a few days… maybe a little crazy, but good exploration/making friends at least. (Singing bonuses; +5 for choir, +5 for inheriting Nymeria’s skill, +2 for Veela blood) (Michah’s Q-Pot: +5 from high quality gear, +4 from being trained by Anna some, +2 for intelligence, +2 from Tim’s lucky friendship bracelet), (Research: +15 for Macy assisting, +5 for additional help from Aubrey.)

>Singing has no DC but over 100 will get you something

>Q-Pot has a rolling DC of 75 to make second string, 85 to get on the main team, 95 for the little kid to find out she is a prodigy even if small, 100 and pro teams might try and recruit her then and there for when she graduates. The last 2 grant a bonus if she ever fights by your side and the last 1 grants a trait as well

>Research adds to your total score with mile-stones to figure things out.

>At the end of the week you and your companions will get your weekly passive bonuses from Dueling, Quidditch, International Wizarding Cup practice, etc.

OOC: Sorry. I’ve been ill with some pneumonia, had to deal with health issues my mom had, then work a ton, and rewrote this like 3 times b/c I wasn’t happy with it.

That is odd

Here is the link to the archive with all the threads:

https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Ilvermorny%20Quest

Guess I left something out when archiving it.

This should be first line of:

>>6327278


>“Young scholar? When I spoke with my girl? She said you had slapped some sense into her. Literally.”


Fuck, I should not do this when I haven't slept all night

>>6327290

>Add this as the last bit. Just wrote it out.


Finally, from David… it was a cane. No. Not a cane; his. A note saying it was quicker this way, that he didn’t really need it, the girl was about his size. Maybe smaller but it was probably a good fit. He would upgrade to one with even more tricks. That he claimed to his parents this one was stolen when he left it outside of a restroom when out. A promise to see you and Emmy soon as well as instructions on how to work it… well that would explain why there were a couple of magazines with miniature shotgun shells in the package as well and why a huge blade was in its top.

“Jeez, Jenn. David really does spoil us. No clue how much this cost but the answer is probably if you have to ask, you can’t afford it. That is goblin silver and real as well.”, you little twin laughed out.

“Well? What else are big brothers for aside from spoiling their cute little sisters and opening stuck jars? Besides, he probably still has a bit of a thing for you, Emmy.”

“Huh. Could be. Might give it another shot someday; being rich enough to buy you if we got married would be amusing. Doubt the in-laws would like you much, though.”, and you mirror image smiled some while you laughed.

As ‘Brey geeked out over the “James Bond cane”, you just grinned. Ley might still hate you but showing this off and giving it to her was going to be fun.


Fuck I am sorry. I am still kind of fucked up from being ]I will wait a couple of days to see if I am no longer retarded while waiting for votes.

Not being able to delete posts past 5 minutes is retarded.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>6327291
dude, these rolls...woooh! i think you wrote this in the weirdest way possible, but if i understand this correctly, we need...:
>3 1D2´s
>then 3 3D100´s (each result being for the different activities mentioned)
>AND THEN another 3 1D2´s?

Im gonna roll these, but you need to figure out a simpler way to ask for rolls, this might cause some confusion later on.

First roll: 1D2

Rolled 97, 84, 15 = 196 (3d100)

Next roll: 3D100´s

Rolled 2 (1d2)

last roll: 1D2?

>>6327841

Yeah I could have figured a better way to word that. Going to blame lack of sleep.

I really meant the 3 d100s and 3d2s. That second 1d2 you rolled was unneeded. Should have not said the 3d2 in two separate places. Live and learn.

At any rate, so far it looks like so far Jenn could have a side gig as a singer, Michah is a little protégé, and research is stalling some. Still up in the air if Macy take the position since I am only counting the 1st roll for that decision

Just got off so going to g check your stuff out.

Thank you for the rolls and valid criticism

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>6327291

Rolled 54, 90, 44 = 188 (3d100)

>>6327291

Rolled 39 + 12 (1d100 + 12)

>>6327866

Shit. Michah really could make it in the pro leagues. Fuck, Jenn really is a Seer since she told Timmy she probably could.

Just for fun, let's see how Emmy stacks up to her sis singing-wise.

Rolled 74, 30 + 12 = 116 (2d100 + 12)

>>6327873

I am dumb.

>>6327874

So good but when you come at the queen, you best come prepared.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>6327291
I don't know how these dice work.

Rolled 42, 80, 19 = 141 (3d100)

>>6327291
but I will roll anyway and do it wrong and fuck everything up forever

So I am calling it for:

Singing (Jenn): 109. Higher than 100 so she gets a trait and has a voice like an angel.

Singing (Emmy) 92. Good but Jenn showed why she is the big sister, even if her little twin takes more after her mom, who might as well be Snow White

Michah's Quodpot: 103. Scouts are going to be coming up to her. It will be a good year for Horned Serpent. She gains a bonus in fight alongside you and a good Trait

Research: 64, for a total of 181/250. Not quite enough to get another milestone but may find an interesting lead + a small bonus to your history as well as your Coven's

We already have 2 2s out of 3 rolls for Macy becoming a student librarian, so a 3rd roll won't matter unless someone wants to roll the last one for fun. Another 2 might do something, nothing big, but might make it cooler. IDK yet.

I will write up the next week, one which should be fairly calm and have good results due to prior Kektus's earlier 97 regarding exploration and making friends/connections.

Good stuff all around, and you are close to the 2/3 research milestones regarding research on Ilvermorny and its defenses.


Good rolls in a HP Quest? CERN must have fucked with the time-line again.

Just for fun, here are Macy and Aubrey's singing rolls, no mods. First 3 MayMay, second 'Brey's

>>6327926
>>6327928
uff, double fuck up and in a row none the less, that stings

Rolled 67, 51, 69, 6, 9, 55 = 257 (6d100)

>>6327926

>>6327929
I am dumb and a little drunk

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>>6327930

So I am ruling that Macy is okay at singing songs a touch lewd and Aubrey is a little tone-deaf even if she has very, very good hearing.