Beanpig Adventurer

> horf chamomile goodness all over the crowd

A long, red rope cordons off your cage from the audience. Your headflower is wilted from dehydration, and the still air doesn't seem likely to spread your dust.

Still, you can try!

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RNG SHENGANIGANS ENSUE...

ACTION ------------ Horf chamomile on crowd
DIFFICULTY -------- 10
PENALTIES --------- wilted headflower; still air

• Roll 1d6 for each relevant attribute. Add bonuses. Combine the results.
  

STRENGTH (3+3) ------ 6
LUCK (5+1) ------------ 6
PENALTY ---------------- -2

OUTCOME ----------------- 10

Success!
But...

You wait until your captor's attention wanders before poking your headflower through the bars.

Just as you release your soothing dust, a delicate breeze blows through the market. The scent of chamomile drifts along with. An appreciative murmur ripples through the crowd, and they regard you with newfound curiosity.

Still, no-one speaks up to adopt you.

> Single out someone who looks like they'd be a very chill or sympathetic beanpig haver.

You scan the first row for anyone who seems particularly keen on you. You spot two such people:

A tall, red-haired figure with a healing cut on his cheek, and a short, pigtailed girl whom you imagine is older than she seems. Both observe you with interest.

What now?

>_

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CHARACTER SHEET
You are JELLY, the VERY LARGE PINK beanpig.

You're SIMPLE-MINDED, but SUPER CUTE and WELL-BRED. You have DIFFICULTY FOLLOWING ORDERS. You give the impression of a spoiled pet.

LIFE -------- 5/5 (fixed)
DEF --------- 3/3 (fixed)
SPEC. ------- Chamomile; Soothing Aura

STRENGTH ----- 3
SPEED ----------- 3
FLEX ------------ 3
LUCK ------------ 1

SMARTS ---------- 1
CHARISMA -------- 3
BREEDING -------- 5
OBEDIENCE ------- 1

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ITEM SUMMARY

Head ------ None
Back ------ None
Legs ------ None

Bag ---------- Mouth (capacity 0/1)

Contents
None

vomit then eat it back up

roll on your back, wiggle those legs. That usually gets attention.

Cast a soulful, pleading look at the red-haired figure that communicates in a single moment both the depth of your sadness at your previous owner's death, and the hardship and deprivation of your current imprisonment. Let a single, calculated tear roll down your left eye for maximum effect. If necessary due to dehydration, dunk your head in the water dish and/or vomit to moisten your eye.

roll on your back, wiggle those legs. That usually gets attention.

do it at supersonic speeds

> Put on that pleading rich girl face.

look small