Play@YSDC

Izzy, while talking to Mike and Neil, you notice Neil's eyes dart to the scoreboard for a second.

"So that's Jordan, Izzy and Leo - happy days, One of the lads can stay on the subs bench." Butterfield says, chalking your names on the scoreboard. "Skipper's having a smoke outside by the looks."

Skipper - Meanwhile out in the smoker's shelter, you wait, perhaps for a certain lady vicar? Alas, you see no tell-tale swish of goth coat in the evening gloom.

Des, what are you doing while all this is going on?

Des nursed her J2O and watched to see how the match developed, paying particular attention to the opponents, who already seemed agrieved before the game had even begun.

"I think we'll still win, even without Skipper playing," says Jordan.

Skipper finishes his cigar and pint, determined to stay focused but disappointed nonetheless at the vicar-free environment. He bins the cigar stub and stalks over to the skittle alley.

OOC:   If there's still a space, Skipper will sign up for the Nutters.

While everyone is getting ready for the match to begin, Leo sends another quick group text to the gang and Nightingale.

The vestigia is much stronger today, and it's the strongest around the spot where you bowl. Once the place clears out, I think we should try digging under that spot. Are there any recommended precautions?

Is Leo aware of any precautions?

Magic roll?

Izzy whispers to Leo as soon as he sends the text through. "That might be where the strongest effect is, but I don't think it's where the urn will be. And it's going to be a bit noticeable if we start digging up the timbers to see if there's anything under the floor."

Her eyes dart across to the scoreboard as well, making sure that Leo notices, as Izzy takes out the batteries from her work and personal phones, and slides them back into her rather small shoulder bag as inconspicuously as she can.

"Neil looked towards the scoreboard when I showed them the photo. I'm almost certain that it's there. Or something is, at least. We might want to let the others know too, see if anyone can take a look while the punters are focused on the game."

Magic (70/35): 1d100

Skipper stalks in, camera in hand. So far as he can tell, the team appears to have been filled for now so he moves about unobtrusively, taking a photo here and there.

Skipper is a bit concerned about the mood of the opposition, so he keeps half an eye on them, looking for signs of Skittle Hooliganism breaking out.

Des yawned and started scrolling through her socials on her phone…

Excitement builds in line with the vestigia. You are hustled off the playing area and away from the wall as the names of rest of the team are written on the scoreboard.

As Leo fruitlessly thinks of a way to counter the effect, Butterfield gets up from a creaking stool to bowl.

You hear the song in your heads before the last skittle clatters to the floor...

"Why was he born so beautiful?
Why was he born at all?
He’s no bloody use to anyone,
He’s no bloody use at all!"

The heavyset man punches the air, chalking a perfect 27 on the board. Neil, sprightlier than his team mate, skips up next and almost robotically throws his three balls, scoring another perfect 27.

Even Des has to fight hard not to cheer.

Next up is Jordan...

Jordan, please make a DEX and a STR roll.

Jordan is strong as always, but not that accurate.

STR roll (70% stat) bowling:
d%
DEX roll (40% stat) bowling:
d%

Jordan - Sacrificing accuracy for strength, you fling the first ball down the alley, knocking down all nine skittles through force alone.

This elicits a collective shout and f jou from the mutters, which you try to ignore as you pick up the second ball.

As you step back to bowl again.

Same rolls again please.

"That was better than I was doing earlier," says Jordan, bowling again. This time he's more accurate, but not as strong.

STR roll (70% stat) bowling a second time:
d%
DEX roll (40% stat) bowling a second time:
d%

Des looked up from her phone, grinned, then frowned. What was going on?! It wasn’t like her to be so… cheerful?!

Skipper is happily sitting on a stool with a nice view, snapping photos of each contestant in action, trying to catch the look on their faces when he can. He's still using the IR-enhanced film, so no need for irritating flashes illuminating the room.

Skipper does cast the odd glance at the potentially mutinous opposition, and is watching out for oddness and flying books. Or just broken bottles about to be used to inflict GBH.

OOC:   Can he see anything strange or alarming going on?

Leo - looking around, you realise that most of the opposing team are still in the pub. It appears that, during matches, the other side usually stays behind while the other team bowls, save a token member who watches to ensure no-one is cheating.

This guy - a scrawny fellow with a long beard, looks one grumpily as Jordan's accurate shot knocks the skittles down again.

DEX
[70] = 70
1d100: [ 70 ] = 70

STR
[97] = 97
1d100: [ 97 ] = 97

He looks a little more pleased when Jordan's next throw bounces down the alley, striking the wooden railing before passing through a gap between the pins and hitting the back board.

There is a groan of disappointment; almost anger; from the Nutters, which you all find yourselves mimicking. You need to concentrate! There is too much a stake to lose focus now!

POW rolls everyone please.

POW roll - 60%

1d100

POW (70%)1d100

Des was completely oblivious to any change in the atmosphere.

1d%p55%

Critical success!

Skipper has been industriously busy, jury-rigging a small IR LED torch to the top of his camera, so he can take photos without attracting much attention or annoying anyone. Satisfied with his efforts with this enforced archaic medium, he goes back to snapping photos of both the competitors and the face of the oppo's rep.

He notices everyone's shared emotions with some concern.