"It's Called 'Hungry, Hungry Hippos'" Tiffany said, pulling the board game out of the closet of her bedroom and placing it neatly on the floor in front of Delilah in one, graceful movement.

Delilah was sitting on the floor, Indian style, at the Wilson's house where Tiffany, Michael and Anthony lived. She had been here more than a few times, but like everything else, she had never been here before.

Tiffany was 'the smart one', according to group definitions. And it was known that Delilah would often spend time at Tiffany's during the summertime. Tiffany loved to dismiss her older brother's opinions in a brutal and uncaring fashion. There was something about this rugged, ruthlessness that created mutual respect between Tiffany and Delilah. Though, admittedly, Tiffany lacked the cruelness of Delilah's sister, Susan.

However, all of these things were both true, and not true at all because of the wish that Delilah made which had changed her own world.

"Do you want to play?" Tiffany asked.

Delilah smirked and nodded once.

"I get the pink one."

Delilah liked Tiffany more than she liked most people. But the girl could be a snot sometimes. Especially when it came to games. Neither of them liked to lose, but Delilah could see no way that Tiffany could outsmart her in a game like this.

Is this before "meeting" Shawn or Bradford?

OOC: Assume this occurs after meeting both Shawn and Bradford

"OK." Tiffany agreed, sitting down sitting across to the Blue Hippo.

She reached across to the dresser, almost threatening to fall over since she was sitting Indian style. Then she opened the drawer and fidgeted her hand around in it, before withdrawing what looked to be a muffin.

"What some? I mean, before we start. It's good." She said, taking a bite.

Delilah snatched at the muffin. She'd eat the whole thing. It didn't matter if it had been bitten already. Didn't matter if it tasted good. It was food.

It tasted just as good as it looked. The top was light and fluffy. The inside was spongy and sweet. Looking up after devouring the muffin, Delilah saw Tiffany reach into the drawer again to pull out another muffin. She didn't seem upset or angry at Delilah's action of eating everything. To the contrary, she seemed delighted at having someone to eat food with.

Tiffany bit down on the muffin and then placed her hand on the blue Hippo.

"OK, ready when you are."

OOC: Composure + Wits + 3

"Ready!"

Delilah licked the last crumbs away from her mouth. Her hand was over the pink hippo and her game face was on.

07:06, Today: Delilah Gray rolled 2 successes using 6d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 3,9,2,1,9,7.  Wits + Composure + 3 = Hungriest Hippo!

22:20, Today: Shawn's Neighbor - Tiffany Wilson failed (no successes) using 3d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((3,6,3)).

The Hippos snapped up the white marbles as Delilah pounded the lever down. Tiffany was chewing the entire time, slamming her own hand down on the lever. After less than a minute, the marbles were spinning and bouncing off the barriers, each girl trying to time the plastic mouth of their own Hippo to intercept the last remaining marbles as they crossed the center. Finally, with a slamming sound, Delilah's at the last one. Looking over at the totals, it was clear that Delilah had won.

"WHAT!!!?" Tiffany suddenly yelled.

OOC: Delilah gains +1 to next degeneration roll for a total of +2

"HA!"

Delilah punched the air with both fists. Then she rocked back on her heels with a sigh.

"Guess it takes more than eating like a hippo to win. At least you got good practice."
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"I hate this game!" Tiffany announced and she slapped the side of 'Hungry Hungry Hippos' game board aside spilling marbles across the rug, and sending the whole thing upside down.

"It's Stupid!" She yelled, folding her arms in the classic pose of a sore loser.

Delilah was all smiles and ready to play (and win) again. Then Tiffany didn't want to play anymore. That was the worst.

"Doesn't mean you have to be stupid."

Her expression was also sour now. She pouted with her lip out, but didn't offer to help clean up.

"You got any other games that aren't stupid, then?"

"I hate playing." Tiffany whined. "And when you say that you make me very, VERY ANGRY!" she shouted.

She pointed a quivering finger at Delilah. A figure that was shaking with the bitterness of loss, rage and anger and being a sore loser all the more making her tantrum ready to explode.

"I DON'T LOSE!!" She yelled, rejecting the concept. "I don't lose to you." She announced, as if losing to Delilah specifically was beneath her.

"Oh yeah? Well, you just did!" Delilah answered hotly. She picked up a marble and threw it at Tiffany. "So there!"

That action shut Tiffany right up. It was easy to hit Tiffany, because she was right in front of Delilah. The marble bounced off the girls chest and then clanked to the floor, rolling under the bed.

"Stupid-head!" Tiffany shouted at Delilah. But Delilah noticed that Tiffany didn't reach to throw a marble back. Instead, she got to her feet and shouted

"I'M NEVER GONNA WIN AT THIS STUPID GAME!!" And she kicked the Hungry Hippo game board, sending it flying across the floor. It did a flip, sending marbles showering across her bed before landing against the dresser.

Her fists were tight against her sides, clenched and rigid.

Delilah lobbed another marble at Tiffany.

"A'course not."

And another marble.

"Can't win if you quit."

Delilah chucked one after another. She raised her voice in a sing song to tease.

"My name is Tiffany and I'm a peepants crybaby quitter. Waaaah."

Delilah grinned from ear to ear. This was almost as much fun as the game.

OOC: Delilah regains +1 Willpower: Cruel

"WahhhHHH!" Tiffany yelled. It was hard to see for a moment whether Tiffany was enraged, or simply crying from being picked on.

But after a few moments, Delilah's experience kicked in.

It was definitely a cry of not liking what Delilah was doing.  Delilah had heard that before.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 03:06, Sat 17 Feb 2018.

Delilah tensed and dropped the marble she was holding. Her eyes flicked to the doorway. If Tiffany's parents caught her now, they would send her home. There was no real food at home. Plus, she wanted to show off for one of Tiff's brothers while avoiding the other.

"SHH! Calm down! You just have to hit the tail part right."

She didn't want to clean up the mess, but she felt she had to at this point. Delilah set the board right side up and plucked some marbles up.

OOC: Delilah Rolls Wits + Empathy with the following results:

0 Successes: Things have gone too far. Tiffany can't seem to stop crying!

1 Success: Delilah manages to reduce the crying to a mere sob. Eventually Tiffany manages to keep it together

2+ Successes: Delilah manages to contain the situation by saying the right things at the right time. She learns something about Tiffany in the process.

23:41, Today: Delilah Gray failed (no successes) using 6d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((6,6,3,7,5,1)).

Delilah frowned. She was putting the game back together. So what what was wrong with Tiffany now? It wasn't like those marbles hurt.

"Ahhhh...AH...ah...AH...ah...I...wha....wha..wha....AH..ah...AH...ah...AH...ah!" She said, unable to get past the sobs to move forward with any logical statement that meant anything.

In truth, she was a total mess. Her hair was tangle. Snot was running down her nose, cheeks flushed.

The situation was getting out of control. It was obvious that trouble--in the form of parents---was coming

...and that's when the door opened. Instead of it being an adult, it turned out to be the kid Michael. The one who never said anything.

He walked in with an expressionless glare. Eyes shifting first to Tiffany, who was still crying, and then back to Delilah. There was no judgement nor concern in his eyes.

There was nothing.

Tiffany kept bawling and Delilah kept trying to shush her. The door opened and only one of the girls stopped. Delilah squirmed under Michael's stare. She hated it. She hated his blank, retard eyes and his round, retard head. She wanted him to go way before he started speaking in his weirdo-robot voice.

Now that the door was open, Delilah was sure the fury of Tiffany's parents was coming. She would rather take her chances trying to explain the situation to their parents. At least, they would speak like regular people.

"We're not doing anything. It's just a game." she said too quickly.