Great Moments in RP

Hi maybe this is silly but sometimes when a Moment is Good I transcribe it and I figured I/we could throw them all in here just to be linked to and stuff? Idk.

## \*owl from that vine voice\* Drugs.; Session 13

*[Creon talking about how we've had our 'dealings' with Hector Gilligan] (2:38:00)*

Rylance: What kind of dealings?

Gerome: Oh, you know, just in passing.

Creon: Drug-related.

Rylance: ***Jesus***, okay, um, so I know I said that 'you're private citizens, you can do what you want, and the law can be skirted if you need to,' but again, I'll stress, *if you need to!*

Gerome: I don't know what you're talking about...

Rylance: *Nothing* about what I asked you to do in the last job involved you chasing anything to do with drugs.

Sheevah: I think you'd be surprised at the things-- how little specification you gave us on the last job.

Rylance: That's fair, that is fair, but-- right, okay--

Sheevah: Look, it's not like we went lookin' for it, we got a little bit of help, and, uh--

Gerome: We didn't-- We didn't meet the guy.

Rylance: Honestly, how many of you have drugs on you right now.

*[Zephi remains expressionless. Gerome, however....]*

Rylance: You're sweating.

Gerome: It's hot in here.

Rylance: It's bitingly cold.

Gerome: I beg to differ.

Rylance: Right.

Zephi: It's advil!

Gerome: Well you know there's this whole thing where you have to go on drugs to deal with pain because you don't have health insurance.

Rylance: .........Oh my ***GOD***, you are insufferable.

## Weal and Woe; Session 15

*[1:00:00. Creon casts augury to see if landing on Orlin briefly would be good for us. He gets Weal and Woe.]*

Creon: [*clears his throat]* Both.

Sheevah: Alright, give me the bad news first.

Creon: I don't know, it's vague. It's *magic*.

Sheevah: My magic's not vague, I don't know what you're talking about.

Creon: [*with a sigh*] In my experience--

Vigil: Oh boy.

Creon: This means we will probably find information. But one of us will die.

Sheevah: Ooo! Down!

Vigil: Worth it.

Sheevah: Lets go to Orlin!

Vigil: Fuck yeah, boom, Orlin. Swing the boat around.

Sheevah: Yeah! [*She does a hard pivot and the boat lurches, several of us stumbling. We drift. Gerome, down below with no idea this is happening, stumbles, and writes a short note; Why? and sends it up to the party with his Mage hand. Sheevah writes back; Adventure! Gerome writes back, Mm.]*

## Say Something Cool!; Session 15

*[1:27:45-1:28:05. Sheevah is swept off the side of the ship, just above the atmosphere of Orlin, due to the magical storm we encountered. Creon misty steps to her, managing to catch her wrist at the last moment and pull her aboard.]*

Gerome: Quick, Creon, say something cool!

Creon: You're *welcome*.

## Welcome?; Session 16

*[ 00:12:00-00:12:30. Having landed on Orlin, Sheevah raised her hands and said 'we mean no harm' and was met by a small old woman who responded, "it's a damn good thing." We all look at each other.]*

Old Woman: ...Hello. (Creon raises his weapon. Vigil immediately forces him to lower it. Sheevah smacks Creon's hand.)

Vigil: Welcome, we don't--

Old Woman: Welcome? I should be welcoming you--

Vigil: Right. Ah, hello. We- don't come in harm, we--

Gerome: No no no no. Welcome! To the *experience*.

## Zephi Calls It; Session 17

###### [50:00-50:53]

Vigil: Also, ah, our ship took a bit of a beating up there in the storm, is there anyone who has those sort of skills, to fix the ship, anything like that?

Sellis: Well there's no one necessarily here to get your ship right, but you can certainly get some supplies from... [*there's a long pause, and a deep sigh*] from The Frostworker.

Vigil: Whoa, whoa, what was that?

Sellis: It's fine, it's just--

Zephi: It's his ex.

Sellis: The owner is just... not exactly my cup of tea.

Zephi: It's his ***EX*** I was right!

*[As he says that, you hear from the front door,]*

Barren: How the FUCK are you?

## War Toad Trade-Off; Session 17

*[Sitting at the front of the bed, ribbit! War Toad is just sitting there, with a tiny lil note written by Creon stuck to his head, that just says,]*

***War Toad has been exceptionally intelligent and trainable thus far. I am confident he will be useful to you, and someday you will be able to replace your fallen hamster comrades.***

*[ Gerome: I take the note. I flip it over, and I scrawl;]*

***Return to sender.***

## Vigil Opens Up to Sellis; Session 18.

*Sellis gives Vigil and Gerome a bottle of booze Barren gave to him once, that has gone unopened. It tastes horrific.*

Vigil: "I would suggest it on your worst enemy, but it seems like he gave it to you."

Sellis: "Strong word, for my relationship with him."

Vigil: "What *is* your relationship with him?"

Gerome: "Wanna throw one back and talk about it?"

Sellis: "I'm working."

Gerome: "I mean, you do this."

Vigil: "We've come to your bar, we've tried your swill."

Sellis: "Alright, why not." *He grabs a drink and joins them.* "Barren's an interesting man and I can see why people like him. I can see because... I did, for some time. It's not sustainable."

Vigil: "No, I uh... I understand. It's a progressive galaxy, but also... you get looks."

Sellis: "It's not that, its... *[long pause]* I dunno, I just don't know how to talk to him about it. the future of it all-"

Vigil: "Oh, you-"

Sellis: "You gotta-- you gotta understand that... any kind of relationship needs to have some kind of plan for its future, and with Barren, there can't be one."

Vigil: "Why?"

Gerome: "Is he dying?"

Sellis: "He will be, one day. And I won't be."

[*The meaning of this sinks in. {Meta: Nick: "Oh, it's a dog years thing, oh **no**"}]*

Vigil: "Can I be entirely honest with you?

Sellis: "Sure."

Vigil: "Ehm, I worked with a man that I love deeply, and I no longer have the chance to express that--"

Gerome: "Because I'm his boss now."

*They all laugh. They fucking lose it.*

Vigil: "I'm so sorry, my point was; I wish every day I took a chance and ruined our relationship. Because now I don't-- I don't-- I won't have the chance again. And I mean, there wasn't going to be a future, I mean we both were in a really dangerous line of work, um, and the worst happened. And uh. I.... um. I can't tell him how much I appreciated his friendship and how much I wanted to be more. But I've got to say, I'm jealous of you, because your maybe is two blocks down."

Sellis: "I appreciate your candor and honesty about that, Vigil, but, um, maybe you're stronger than I am. I don't know if I could... deal? with being with someone I knew I would live past by 200 years? Um. That..."

Vigil: "Well I don't live, I'm never going to live past you, but I'm already living past him, and I'm grateful for the time that we had. Either you're grateful for 200 years, or you regret it for 200 years."

Gerome: "THAT."

Sellis: "....I'll think about going two blocks down. We'll see."

Vigil: "That's all I can ask for." *They toast.* "Plus I fuckin cucked Creon, so. Score."

## Loss dot JPEG; Session 18

###### 2:16:30-2:20:00

The Voice: So, you're not in a good place.

Zephi, *almost as if it’s a question*: Neither are you.

The Voice: No. I had to kill one of mine, to save you in that ***fucking*** cave. And we’ve gotten no closer to finding what we’re looking for. You understand that, right?

Zephi: NO. I don’t know what you’re looking for!

The Voice: \*slams down\* The FUCKING orb. We talked about this—

Zephi, bitingly: So unspecific, I see lots of orbs! I’m in space all day!

The Voice: It’s—

*[Holding his head, Zephi finally sees his body is this purplish pinkish, with extremely prominent veins sticking out. Parts of his body are spiked, and changed, and hunched up— it’s impossible to tell if he’s a humanoid whose body is deformed, or if this is how his body naturally forms and has always been.]*

The Voice: Yeah- I just- Something on that fucking ship, when we landed there, you MISSED something, you must have missed something, because we- mmfh— *gah*- we can’t remember what it was we were looking for anymore. I mean— it’s the fucking orb. He sent us to find the orb, he sent us to meet with your mother, to find the orb, and then YOU were the only one that was listening. And Jacob— Jacob knew how to find it.

Zephi: Then get me HIM!

The Voice, *struggling and in pain*: Gah, he went on the ship with you, he went on the— you went on the ship together, that was it, you went on the ship together, that was how it went

Zephi: I know, I know. And then there was a tree—

The Voice: God, It was before the--

Zephi: I don’t remember anything in the middle! I don’t remember anything before that! I don’t have anything! I’ve lost **EVERYTHING**! All I have is you, and *CONCEPT* of an orb!!

The Voice: You have *NO* idea what it is to lose everything.

Zephi: You have— *[fuming in anger]* Mmm. Don’t talk to **me** about losing everything.

The Voice: I have lost my entire **people**. I have lost my entire *civilization*. I am trying to bring that *back*. **You** are a pawn in that. Do not presume to be **anything** further.

Zephi: I lost ***me***, and that’s the most valuable thing you could have right now. It’s the *only* thing you have right now. Thank you very much.

The Voice, *whispering*: Zephi Velhiri, we are going to have to learn to work together. Very soon. 400 years is not the time we were given. 400 years *could* mean a lot of change.

Zephi: It **does**.

*[The vision fades.]*

## Sheevah's Log; Session 19.

We failed. I failed. We raced and I failed. We fought and I failed. I tried to do what you said, and give him his eyes back, but it was too late. I’m always just a little bit too late. And now we’re struggling to clean up this mess that I made. We tried to help Barren and he got kidnapped. We tried to appeal to Drorena to let us into the lab, and instead, we left them gagged and tied up in their own home. And on top of all of this, Creon is missing. How could we lose Creon... or I guess a better question is how do we *keep* losing Creon. I hope he’s okay. I hope Barren's okay. We will find them. I won't fail at this. Maybe this teleportation ring will get us where we need to be, or maybe we’ll just end up more lost, but we will find them. I will find them. I won't fail again.

## The Gift of an Ending; Session 20

(this is cut together because it was a combat. For the full details, see vs. a Hag and a Traitor.

]*Creon**, trapped inside a goo pod, startles as he feels Zephi grab a hold of Creon’s hand, wrenching him out; he explodes out of the goo, gasping for breath. Zephi tries to help him stand upright and moves behind him, continuing to heat the metal on Lt. Uthorim, who looks bloodied. Uthorim looks to Creon;]*

Uthorim: Come on then. Fight for your empire. What are you going to do? Show them what you’ve been raised to do, Vulmir!

*Creon slowly draws his sword and looks at Zephi.*

Uthorim: So, stand by your emperor, stand by your regent, stand by me. Stand by the Conclave and you will *rewarded,* Creon.

*Uthorim moves to strike at Zephi, and his rapier cuts through her easily. Creon steps in between the two.*

Creon: Lieutenant, of course, I am compelled to obey you, but; could we not use these warriors for the greater good of the empire? Surely it would be a waste to strike them down now.

Uthorim: They have become a problem, and I don’t want to deal with them any further.

Creon: I can persuade them—

Uthorim, firmly: Strike them down where they stand, sergeant.

Creon: Yes.

*Creon grabs Zephi’s arm and evades eye contact with her. He tries to make it look like he’s hurting her, but casts Protection from Good and Evil. Shimmering gold and black energy envelops her. Uthorim clocks Creon’s move immediately.*

 Uthorim: So you’ve chosen… them. You’ve chosen mortality.

Creon: I just need more time.

Uthorim: For *what*?

Creon: I can get them on our side, I just—

Uthorim: No, Creon.

Creon: This is a waste! They’re powerful.

Uthorim: You will die. So will they.

*Uthorim eyes the three surrounding him, Zephi, Creon, and Sellis, and makes a judgment call on who’s the weakest. He pulls out his rapier and stabs into Sellis, and pulls back without mercy. The vedalken clutches at his stomach before staggering and falling backwards to the ground, unconscious. Creon grabs Uthorim’s jaw and pulls him around to make direct eye contact*

Creon: I will die, yes. I will die well. There is nothing as sacred as this; the gift of an ending. Let me give you one.

*He casts inflict wounds, and just… it’s brutal. Creon grips tightly around Uthorim’s neck and everyone watches as the elf goes, rapidly, through the stages of life; aging in seconds, skin beginning to flake away.*

Uthorim: Creon. You’re giving up *eternal life*, and damning this universe to death.

 *He crumples to the ground, a sack of bones heaving, and watches the light leave his eyes. Creon cocks his eyebrow. Uthorim’s hair grows white, and long, his teeth begin to yellow and decay.*

Uthorim: You know what? I don’t feel so bad about Elisar anymore.

*The light begins to leave his eyes, and he crumples to the ground, a sack of bones heaving gasping, before finally he drops, dead.*

## Look At Me. I'm The Captain Now; Session 23

*[1:41:45 As we look to leave DSK space and enter into the Open Territories, we're met by two privates doing a routine check, Rimmer & Lister. Creon and Rimmer, DSK loyalists in their bones, get to chatting, and Rimmer makes the assumption that Creon is the Captain. He starts going on about what he needs to see when Sheevah tries to step in to point out Vigil is the Captain—Creon tries to block her but;]*

Sheevah: Big guy’s the captain!

Rimmer: That one’s the captain??

Vigil: Frankly it is… **fucking** disgraceful that you wouldn’t assume that I’m the captain, *private*. I will have you court-martialed if you have a similar disregard of rank. You will remember your place! Sir! *(Slowly turning to Creon, who’s kind of into this;)* And as for you, *master gunner*, back to your post, sir!

Creon: Y- Yes sir…

Zephi, *from the crow’s nest*: What should I do?

Vigil: You’re doing **fucking** great. (turning back to Rimmer) I will have you know, Private, that our ship is tip top. And you better take my goddamn word for it.

Rimmer: Right! Well, uh, you heard him Lister, they’re all tip top! No need to insect them any further.

Lister: Ohhh, you’re not gonna follow orders anymore then, are you?

Rimmer: No no no no no no they’re done w- w- w- well enough, I took a look, you know, my surveyor's eye—they’re, they’re fine. You all have a lovely day.

Vigil: Private, I would ask you to trust your own judgment, if you didn’t have the judgment of a *snail,* sir! Good day to you!

*Sheevah stomps on the floor to let Gerome know we’re ready to fly. Vigil never breaks eye contact with Rimmer, as our ship sails past, and he can see a tear running down Rimmer’s face. Schwippers waves. Once out of hearing range;*

Vigil: God, it feels really good to be an asshole. *(turning to Creon)* I see why you like it.

## The Night We Met; Session 24

*[3:31:10. In the middle of Creon and Zephi arguing about clearing her head, Zephi moves to slap Creon but is stopped. Vigil casually intervenes.]*

Vigil: So the last thing we need to do is hit each other, I think. I think that’s the least productive thing we can do.

Creon: That’s rich, coming from you.

Vigil: What do you mean, that’s rich coming from *me*?

Creon, *a little choked up*: You’ve forgotten?

*[A pause as everyone recalls how Vigil fuckin decked Creon within 15 minutes of meeting him.]*

Vigil: No, I remember it—

Creon: How we met?

Vigil: --clearly, I fantasize about the height of our relationship, and it’s gone downhill from there.

## Treats for The Bear; Session 27

*[2:45:50. After our first introduction to The Bear Cave, and Namfoodle's alter ego, we all get ready to leave. Before we head out, Zephi looks at the basket filled with treats that Namfoodle has been smiling at.]*

Zephi: Where’s the candy from?

Namfoodle: Aw, it’s from my fans!! :D

Zephi: …In your house?

Namfoodle: No, in the—in the bear cave! They leave me treats! And sometimes notes! It’s great. :)

Zephi: How do they get here?

Namfoodle: …What? :D

Zephi: How—how do they get… *here?* To do that?

Jebeddo: Well, the bear’s number one fans *would* know how to find and get treats to The Bear, that just makes sense, how else would you call yourself number one fan, why are you asking so many questions about the number one fan?

Namfoodle, *overlapping*: Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Silly question.

Zephi: I have had a *lot* of fans, personally, and I may say, none knew… where I slept.

*[long pause]*

Namfoodle: …What? :D

Jebeddo: The Bear never sleeps, that’s where you’re different.

## Union Rules; Session 29

[In the Coppergrove, Gerome and Jebeddo, disguised, lead an invisible crew of Zephi, Vance, and Creon through the Coppergrove. They bluff their way past a barrier, and are met by a Coppergrove employee, flustered by the numerous Nebolshi, Shield Guardians, and Copper Golems walking the prison.]

Coppergrove Employee: Oh jeez, thank gods you guys are through. Okay, ah, we’re gonna need you guys to come over, the Nebolshi wanna ask you guys some questions about what happened in there.

Jebeddo: Ah, yeah, I’m totally able to, but Union Laws, I can’t actually stay any longer, I’ve reached my hours cap? I’m happy to come in tomorrow—I don’t want you guys to get in trouble with the union, they’re the real deal, so I gotta get outta here now. But I’m happy to do it in person tomorrow.

Coppergrove Employee: Oh, yeah, no, okay, I understand that—well I’ll let them know you guys were here and everything like that, we can figure it out tomorrow. We’ll reach out to your local union.

Jebeddo: Right. Again, it’s not anything to do with me, I just wanna make sure you guys are above board, not getting’ into any trouble.

Coppergrove Employee: No, believe me, I understand, there’s some shit that’s going down, we’ve had some things flipped and everything, it’s been a nightmare, I understand.