Relena: DM/Dungeon Master (loves the group, but often wants to TPK them)
Heero: Drow Ranger (Quatre had to make his character for him)
Duo: Tiefling Bard (likes to play up "that bard" to Relena's annoyance)
Trowa: Tiefling Rogue (dresses "like a bard/clown" to confuse enemies)
Quatre: Aasimar Cleric (lone healer of the group and all that prevents a TPK)
Wufei: Dragonborn Monk (extremely particular about his character)
Hilde: Tabaxi Barbarian (used to grapple the others as needed)
When the boys are quiet...be afraid.
"Are...you okay?" Sally questioned as she walked up on seeing Une practically hovering outside of the office that housed the five former Gundam pilots. The ex-OZ operative said nothing to acknowledge the doctor, only staring into the room with an unreadable expression before finally muttering in a tone that was a strange mix of exasperation and haunted dread. "Look at them, Po. All five of them..."
Sally moved over to look over Une's shoulder as the other woman continued...though the doctor wasn't exactly sure what the problem was.
Sure, the quintet in the room were five of the most dysfunctional trainwrecks of teenagers and/or human beings that she had ever met, but why exactly was it so strange (and/or horrifying to Une judging by the woman's current reactions) that they were actually doing their jobs?
Okay, yes...Quatre tended to do everyone in the group's paperwork (save for Wufei's) to the point that Sally had heard Une question if the remaining three were even capable of basic reading and writing comprehension. Unfortunately, Une may or may not have grumbled that particular question within earshot of the quintet's duo of girlfriends (or just one of the two or someone who told the pair about the question) which had lead to one very irate Relena Darlian practically storming into Une's office, flanked by an equally irate Hilde Schbeiker, who had proceeded to give Une a piece of their minds regarding her low opinions about the pair's boyfriends' education levels.
According to Noin, Zechs had overheard the whole thing and all that he could say was a very proud "that's my sister".
"Maybe Winner just wanted a break from doing all of their paperwork?" Sally ventured since that seemed reasonable enough. "You know they'd probably all blow up a colony if one person on said-colony hurt him and/or made him cry."
"No." Une said firmly, still staring at the scene beyond the door.
Sally internally sighed-she just wanted to hand in her requisition forms...why had she stopped to check on Une? She couldn't have just pretended that she had suddenly gone blind and just kept on walking, could she? Reluctantly, she looked back in on the scene while mentally wishing for whatever higher power there was to either end this madness or at least give her some coffee to get through it with.
All five of the former pilots in question were hovering in some form or fashion around Heero's desk, with Wufei pointing and gesturing at something on the desk. Heero hunched over and gestured at whatever was on the desk and said something that made the Chinese pilot give him a look that could have frozen water in July...but as usual, the one-time assassin/mercenary/"living weapon" was completely unaffected. Quatre was sitting in Heero's chair, looking over some papers in one hand before gesturing at...whatever it was that was on the desk (seriously, what was it?) while trying to curb any potential arguing and/or fighting that might come from Heero and Wufei having differing opinions. Trowa was standing just behind Quatre, arms folded over his chest as he stared at whatever was on the desk but didn't seem to be contributing in any vocal way to the conversation. Duo was sitting cross-legged on the desk, yawning boredly and playing with...was that a Rubix cube? Yes, yes it was.
"Okay...all of them but Maxwell are working?" Sally said uncertainly because, again, she wasn't seeing a problem. If anything, she would think that everyone would be happy, if not finding religion and praising whatever deities that they had found, that all five of the pilots were willingly confining themselves to one room and not being the living incarnations of primordial chaos...or the sons of the Old Ones descended upon the world to wreck havoc and drive all to insanity in preparation for the return of their own.
Sally frowned and decided right then and there to stop reading anything Lovecraftian during her breaks and/or before bed.
"They are not working." Une said once more as her expression hardened. "They're plotting."
"Uh..." Sally thought on that before shrugging because that was also likely as everyone in this particular quintet-save for Quatre since he was the only good one unless someone caught him on a bad day-treated harassing a certain former Lightning Count like it was their actual job that they were getting paid for. "If they are, they'll only go after Agent Wind as usual, won't they?"
In all honesty...as long as she didn't end up having to set anyone involved's broken bones and/or stitch any wounds, she didn't worry too much.
"Po...I already drink vodka cranberry instead of coffee in the mornings. I don't need to make that habit worse."
Sally wisely didn't mention anything about knowing about the four bottles labeled "Emergency Bourbon", "Crisis Vodka", "Just Shoot Me Tequila", and "FML Vodquila" that were tucked into the bottom drawer of Une's desk.
"Po, go in there and find out what they're plotting."
What? "I'm...sorry? What?"
"Go in there and find out what they're plotting. That's an order." Was all Une said before she threw the door open, shoved Sally inside, and slammed and locked the door behind the doctor. On one hand, Sally was impressed with the other woman's speed on the matter...on the other hand, however? She. Was. PISSED.
The group looked up at the door slamming and stared at Sally in varying expression of confusion (Quatre and Duo) to irritated (Wufei) to "I'm dead inside" (take two wild guesses). Sally straightened her shoulders, already plotting to discreetly slip cayenne pepper or something far hotter and spicier into Une's morning "coffee", and walked over. "I heard yelling."
"You were thrown in here like a human sacrifice." Trowa deadpanned and Sally breathed out. "Yes, I was..."
She trailed off as she stared at the hastily drawn up map of a cave system on the desk as well as several relatively familiar looking sheets of paper. "Are...are you five playing Dungeons and Dragons during work?"
"Pfft, no." Duo snorted with amusement before returning to his Rubix cube that he wasn't even trying to solve at this point. His new aim was to make it impossible for Wufei to solve. "Everyone else thinks we need to plan how to tackle the second leg of the dungeon Relena's got us going through in our campaign."
Sally nodded and Quatre smiled up at the woman. "Exactly. Relena made us a two-part dungeon session. The first half had difficult combat and puzzles so we thought that it would be a good idea to figure out how to try to tackle whatever she has planned for us during the second half."
"Relena is very skilled as balancing enemy encounters and devising challenging puzzles for us." Wufei answered, staring back down at the map. "She made us this copy of the two halves of the dungeon...just with nothing to tell us what we might encounter."
"Meaning, that the second half will test us." Trowa answered from his position leaning on the wall, Heero giving a quiet grunt of agreement before focusing back on the map. Sally nodded then... "Just for the five of you?"
"Hilde's involved too, but she had to do a thing for a couple days. We're gonna go over stuff with her when she gets back." Duo said as he continued to mess with the toy in his hands.
"What are all of you playing as?"
"Heero is a drow ranger, Trowa is a tiefling rogue, Duo is a tiefling bard, Wufei is a dragonborn monk, Hilde is a tabaxi barbarian, and I'm an aasimar cleric." Quatre answered with a grin...though a knowing look started to form on his face when he realized that Sally understood everything about the game that they had said. "Have you played before?"
"Back in medical school." Sally said, not even batting an eye when all five of the former pilots were now looking at her in varying degrees of curiosity and interest. "I ran a dragonborn paladin. Honestly have some horror stories from some of the creeps who played the game back then, now that I think about it."
Wufei looked like her wanted to get back to planning...but...he didn't object when Sally set her file down on the lone clear edge of the desk as Duo started eagerly questioning the woman about the campaigns that she'd participated in during her schooling.
= ["a few hours later" title card with a picture of the Neo Denmark Gundam giving a 'peace sign' in the corner] =
Sally emerged from the office with her file in hand and almost ran into Une, Noin and (to her surprise) Zechs...the last of whom didn't looked too concerned beyond the "if they're plotting against me...". The doctor shook her head. "Relax. They're planning something but it has nothing to do with pranking and-or trying to injure or kill Agent Wind or anyone else."
Noin breathed out a sigh of relief just as Zechs turned on his heel and left. "Fantastic. I'm going back to work now."
Une ran a hand over her face and headed off to her office as Noin fell in step with Zechs. Sally just smiled some to herself as she resumed her trek to turn in her requisition forms.
Maybe she should look into finding a group of her own to join.
Maybe it's just me, but I could see Sally playing a dragonborn paladin. Thoughts?
Also...Vodquila is apparently a real thing and...no. Just no.