RP Quotes from the new Mage game.

Cast of characters thus far for Mage (): : Leynia, a Russian exchange student, majoring in biology-chemistry and minoring in English. A fifth-year senior. Verbena. : Jax, a first-year from Chicago making up his own biohistory major. Verbena. Has an echoes that causes arousal in everyone around him. : Liz, a second-year transfer sociology major from Loyola in New Orleans. Order of Hermes. : Jen, a first-year computer science major, math minor from New York who's hooked on a mage-only form of XTC. Virtual Adept. : Joseph, a junior transfer student from Wheaton College and devout Catholic who's been suited up with Jax. Major in political science, minors in computer science and music. Celestial Chorus. : The Evil GM. Joining us on Saturday nights when the schedule starts to rotate: .

• Phloxin (conversing with himself): Hi! You're a Shriner, too. --How'd you know? --It's the fez.
• Angel: Healing is a vulgar Effect. Me: Unless you use folk remedies. Angel: Ancient Russian magic...I mean, herbs! Me: Sorry, my English, she is no so good.
• Me: ...the New York equivalent of Boys' Town, because where else can you get bitch boots? Phloxin: Damn straight. Me: Well...
• Phloxin: Give me the fucking Internet!
• Me: Nothing like frostbite of the cock to turn one off.
• Me: She looks up at him. "I sincerely hope you're better at fucking than you are at dancing, because otherwise you're going to have a very lonely life." Phloxin: I want that!
• Angel (picking up the pager): Ha! You called too late!
• Me: I'm Jen. I have seen crack addicts with less energy than you.
• Me: Is that dancing, or epilepsy? Bri: Epilepsy.
• Jorath: You know that little switch? Turn the vibrator off.
• Bri: Bad vampire! Don't bite the faeries!
• James: We are known by many names through life. Whichever one is most appropriate at the time. Me: In that case, I'm probably 'bitch'.
• Me: If I believed in it (the rosary Jen wears as a necklace), would I be wearing it with Jesus's face in my tits?
• Phloxin: Poke, poke, prod, prod, prune, prune, trim, trim, soil, soil. (GM gives her an odd look) I'm working in the greenhouse. GM: OH!
• Me: Phloxy, can you repeat that poke, prod, prune bit?
• GM: You can conserve pot by smoking under the blankets. You breathe the same air over and over... Phloxy: You re-hash!
• James: Parker was a great guy, except his mice were all greasy. Quinby: That sounds faintly dirty. James: So was his keyboard. Quinby: Oh! Those mice.
• Me: No tit-nuzzling Jesuses today.
• GM: And now we're going to play a game to get to know each other. Me: Does this involve knives? GM: No. Me: Damn.
• Phloxin: What would it take for me to get a breeze going? James: Taco Bell run.