Re: Weston State
(after the 5 year timeskip)
The athletics department... where signs proclaimed Free (chocolate-dipped) Ice Cream Cones Today! and pointed to the gym.
Inside, a soft serve machine and counter had been set up, along with borders for a line leading from one door, past the ice cream service, around it behind it and out the other door. There was a malicious reason for the set-up, the nasty 'secret' of the price for the free treats only being visible on the way out once you already had one. However, with the constant evil, Evil, EVIL radiating from one of the men behind the counter, people could be assumed to be forewarned that something was up. For that man was The Rich Man, Rodger Eskin in his green mana super form. Hair and beard of metallic gold, a fancy, sparkling green tuxedo sporting glittering dollar signs, and a cane with a diamond the size of a plum or tangerine for a handle made it clear that this was a parahumanly wealthy man. Although the paper hat of an ice cream vendor was quite out of place perched atop his head. The other man with him was one of his henchclowns (GM's choice of who).
The ice cream was free of magic, being straight-forward soft serve like any ordinary restaurant might have. The sugar cones were store bought and mundane. The melted chocolate that they were dipped in? It was magical. The source that it sluggishly flowed out of to the dipping vat was a tall, opaque rectangular container... opaque from the front side of the counter. People going out could see through the clear back side of it, and atop some heating elements stood a life-sized, solid chocolate statue of Coach Al Thompson. He was fully conscious and aware in his transmuted state, but only able to move muscles that wouldn't move his skeleton, leaving him with mostly facial expressions and his eyes to express himself with. While he was being melted alive and served to his students as chocolate coating adorning their ice cream.
This message was last edited by the player at 21:38, Tue 27 June 2017.