BAD DADDIES PT 1

[nohalation]

Nobody needs eyes to see the beautiful book before them. Nobody.

Nor a nose.

Or a mouth.

I mean, you don't need these things to enjoy a book on bad daddies (Baddies,) but this person does Not have a face at All. This person reading this book, of course.

They're still minding their own business. There's a bell at the counter.

Dusk: "Hi."

GM: The faceless clerk tilts their head at you, Dusk...

then returns to bad daddies.

Slot looks towards the counter and sees the book and. Grins.

Dusk: "Hi!"

Slot speaks quietly with Juno, "Help Dusk distract them."

Juno looks flustered because they're still convinced they're not the most charming or even distracting person here, but, well. They have an idea. The approach the clerk, standing next to Dusk and scratching their cheek!

"Um... so... you like, Bad Dads? We know! Some Bad Dads!"

GM: DUSK WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS, THIS PERSON WANTS TO IGNORE DOING THEIR JOB SO! BADLY! Don't you understand,

Oh.

Bad Dads, huh?

"Oh?" Well, you have their interest. "I'm interested in some Bad Dads, do you have pics??"

Juno TURNS TO SLOT FOR HELP, thereby also drawing attention, to Slot.

Slot can very much be Bad Dad material.

"Why have pics when you can have the real thing in front of you?" Slot says, slidding up and just leands onto the counter. He grins at them.

Dusk turns her head to Slot too since Juno did it. Whispers to Juno, "He's a dad?!"

Gm: It's true, you're very attractice and appealing, Slot. "Hmm... it's you? You don't look very... dad-like. I mean, you're charming them, but that something's just missing.

"I panicked!!" Juno whispers back to Dusk.

"Ohhhhh." Dusk whispers. "My father is pretty evil if we need to use someone else . . . "

Slot: "What? I don't look it? Should I grow a beard and tell people to get off my lawn?"

"Um... I don't know... if that's the bad they're looking for......." Juno mumbles, trailing off a bit and going red.

GM: THEY SLAM THEIR HANDS ON THE COUNTER. "YES! YES, THERE'S NO BEARD!" Then, they turn to Dusk. "What's this about an evil dad? Jesus, you guys sound like an endless supply of DADS!"

Dusk looks up, slightly alarmed. "No beard?!"

Clima's too busy being elated 5 ways to Sunday because Dusk said something (NICE!!!) to him. What's this about beards?

Dusk: "Um . . . I hadn't seen my father in a while . . . I guess he could have a beard now . . . "

GM: They don't have a face, but boy oh boy they are LEANING into your space. "Tell me, Dusk, is your dad a hottie?"

Slot: "Oh, yeah. He was hot."

Dusk's head tilts like ???????????????

Juno: "... would my creator count as a Bad Dad..." Muses Juno, suddenly faced with this conundrum.

Dusk the Best: "Maybe they're a good dad." Dusk turns to the receptionist that doesn't want to do their job. "Are good dads bad?"

Clima stands closer to the desk. He picks something up out of his pocket and sets it down in front of the receptionist.

It is a Santa.

Clima: "This is a bad dad."

GM: Holy shit. They've closed the book.

You definitely get the impression that this person's life is fucking BORING and they clearly have no sense of knowing what is and isn't an appropriate topic to discuss with COMPLETE STRANGERS, but here we are.

discussing baddies.

"I want to meet this bad dad of yours—wait, shit, is he seeing anyone??"

As for you, Juno.

"Creator, huh? I mean, if he's hot. And Bad. Think about it, tell me what' s up."

They're a little surprised when Clima sets the Santa down.

"Whoa..."

This person seems positively entranced by santa.

"What a stud..."

Juno thinks very seriously about it while the clerk admires Santa.

Clima nods, "He'll give every kid in the world a present but he won't visit his own kid. And he has a big beard. And," he gestures at the sack, "there's a kid in there he's kidnapping. He's bad."

Dusk: "You really like bad dads, huh? Why?"

And while this guy is distracted, Slot is reaching over and is taking that book for his own.

GM: "I dunno, angel girl, maybe I just get off on men who are old and scruffy, bearing a responsibility so great." You can't tell if they're sarcastic or not.

And while their book is being stolen, RIGHT UNDER THEIR NOSE, they continue to address Santa Claus with Clima.

"I dig that. How much for him? I want him."

Dusk: "Angel?" ???????????????????????????????????

Slot is ignoring that mention of the A-word to flip through his stolen book.

GM: They point a finger at, well, your general shoulder region, Dusk. "What are those things on your shoulder then?"

This clerk still doesn't notice you going through their book. They love Santa now.

Clima brings the Santa back into his own pocket, and buffs his nails. "How much do you have?"

Dusk: "They're just wings." She blinks, flutter flutter.

Slot grins, coming up with a brilliant idea from his stolen book. He pockets it for the moment, and summons up the energy within him. He feels followers leave him as he makes a very important use of this skill.

And suddenly, there's a second Slot.

With a beard.

Dusk gasps, wow! Slot with a beard.

GM: "But... wings..." They're not mean enough to call them useless, even if they're frank with their daddy kink they're not about to accidentally insult this young woman. Their social boundaries are strange.

Digging through their pockets, they pull out a chunky wallet, a paperclip, and a Stick of Bubblegum. "This is what I have... please give me... that sexy old dad..."

Just then, the sight of the SECOND SLOT catches their eyes... wait, shit, they don't have fucking eyes. THEIR FACE. IT CATCHES THEIR FACE. They did not notice you performing this spell, so this is quite the situation here!

"Wait, when did you call up your attractive twin?! How many kids does he have?!"

The bearded Slot just speaks, "I can be your Daddy, if you want."

GM: There is a twinkle in the place where their eyes would be?

"Daddy, please, I want."

Dusk is just watching, mystified.