[The magic, the potions, and the tiny tidbits of information are all adding to the experience for Ravi who thought he'd just been having a wonderful dream prior to his arrival. Even though his wish did come from the heart, a world of actual magic and not just con-artists appeals to his fascination with the supernatural.
It's so inspiring that he throws caution to the wind and samples one of those potions when he sees someone else manifesting something like telekinesis. He's been trying for an hour to figure out what sort of magics he got to play with when the reality of his placebo becomes apparent. He's not exactly steady on his feet, and when a six-foot-four desi dreamboat leans on a stranger to stabilize himself they're certain to notice it.]
Erm. Sorry, 'bout that- I think- I think they slipped a mickey in mine.
SECRET SIGNS █ (PHILOSOPHY OF DISHONESTY)
Bollocks!
[Play a game they said, it'll be fun they said When he heard Secret Signs and enlisted himself he had been under the impression it'd be something more arcane in nature like Tarot or something as equally fantastical as the potions from before that he'd been slighted by. Not this.
Above his head in BOLD LETTERS is two words: ZOMBIE MONTHLIES, it's not descriptive enough to give him away but it does put him on the spot. Once he saw these little lines manifest over other participants he was quick to view his own and now with no easy way out of the situation he's doing what he can to somehow will it away. He's tried waving his hands, but the words aren't tangible. They can't be hidden by any sort of newspaper or headwear either.]
When do the party favors start being, I dunno, fun?
NETWORK █ (USERNAME: RCMD)
Medical Examiner and self-proclaimed scientist from Seattle, but not originally. I solve crimes like a sexier more charismatic Sherlock Holmes.
Ravi Chakrabarti / iZombie
It's so inspiring that he throws caution to the wind and samples one of those potions when he sees someone else manifesting something like telekinesis. He's been trying for an hour to figure out what sort of magics he got to play with when the reality of his placebo becomes apparent. He's not exactly steady on his feet, and when a six-foot-four desi dreamboat leans on a stranger to stabilize himself they're certain to notice it.]
Erm. Sorry, 'bout that- I think- I think they slipped a mickey in mine.
[Play a game they said, it'll be fun they said When he heard Secret Signs and enlisted himself he had been under the impression it'd be something more arcane in nature like Tarot or something as equally fantastical as the potions from before that he'd been slighted by. Not this.
Above his head in BOLD LETTERS is two words: ZOMBIE MONTHLIES, it's not descriptive enough to give him away but it does put him on the spot. Once he saw these little lines manifest over other participants he was quick to view his own and now with no easy way out of the situation he's doing what he can to somehow will it away. He's tried waving his hands, but the words aren't tangible. They can't be hidden by any sort of newspaper or headwear either.]
When do the party favors start being, I dunno, fun?