Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170925025051/@comment-5385060-20171028160314

"Guess we have to play," said Becky. She headed up onto the stage, checked the keyboard was working correctly.

"I ain't worked on my rhymes," Leroy muttered.

All the color went out of Jo's face. She coughed. Her fist held over mouth.

"You going to hurl?" Milo asked.

Jo nodded, not moving her fist.

"Bad meat?" Milo said, continuing with the questions.

She tried to shrug, but it looked like she really was going to chuck her guts up. Milo left the auditorium with her, to allow her to throw up without any fuss.

Leroy found a place he felt comfortable on the stage, muttering words under his breath. It was mostly random words, but he was trying to build up to some decent rap. When Jo and Milo returned, he had managed to put together a small improv.