Taking a sip of a thoroughly melted and kind-of-warm Frappuccino, Dave leaned back in his chair again, playing to whatever god might be listening that this Karkat guy made his way over to the row he was in … and sat directly next to him. Both of which were nice the former appeared incredibly soft, and the latter was somewhat self-explanatory. Sitting up in his seat, he really only had a view of the back of the dude’s head – and, well, his ass. He tilted them down a bit to get a better look, squinting because of the bright LEDs blaring from the popcorn ceiling. However, he quickly tried to recall the name as he saw the passenger make his way over the desk.ĭamn, he was hot, and Dave could barely see him from across the crowded gate – especially with his shades on. Dave yawned, partially ignoring the statement, as it wasn’t addressing him. “Karkat Vantas to Gate C98,” the attendant exclaimed through the muffled speakers, thoroughly butchering the name, as usual. It now only had a couple names, and at a glance, Dave could see there was a steady crowd of people flooding the United Airways Information Desk, looking for flight upgrades and transfers to directs at later times. The announcement screen was displaying a waiting list, which was progressively getting shorter as the time passed. His earbuds spilled out of his pocket and onto the floor, and he reached down to grab them, pausing as he moved back up to look across the gate over to the front desk. He pulled the neck pillow off of the arm of the chair and put it in his lap, pulling out his phone to check the time. Sitting up straight, he rubbed his eyes under his shades, which stung with the dryness of the air in the gate. He was also hungry as shit, but his plane was supposed to arrive in ten minutes, and he wasn’t walking all the way back to Gate C67 for an overpriced bag of kettle chips. One of his legs dangled over the other, and his neck ached from his head tipping forward with fatigue. Which seems like – and probably is, in all honestly – a mile away from security.ĭave adjusted himself in his chair, shoving the small of his back into a neck pillow wrapped around one of its metal arms. Not to mention, with the luck the average flier gets, the gate will be C98, at the very, very end of the airport. And, that hour turns to two, which turns to three, which turns to four. From the airport all the way to the actual trip itself, there’s not really any part of it that’s a good time, save from the novelty of it all – which fades fast … especially upon realizing you’ve been delayed an hour. We've all had this feeling as players, taking that 8 hour sleep in a bug infested crypt or somewhere we'd never dare sleep in real life.Beyond the initial excitement for your first flight, it’s pretty much common knowledge that flying sucks. It's important to remember that this is the “relatable content” kind of comedy. The dungeon master character filled that in for me. As soon as the characters suggested their second long rest, I felt my finger going to my glasses, ready to “um actually”. It shows that the people who make this game, more than love D&D, they know it. I've had my players sleep in a study room of a city library before – whilst the players and I played in the study room of a library. It's such a relatable problem to have to deal with players who want exactly all their hit points and spell slots going into a big battle. I really feel for Patrick the Dungeon Master in this episode. How do they get this all back to normal? The Long Rest.Īrguably the single most fantastical thing about Dungeons and Dragons is that all your injuries and ailments go away in an 8 hour sleep. It's the common concern for those who play our favourite tabletop role playing game, that a few fights in succession really takes it out on our character's health and drains them of the slots to cast their spells.

Sleepytime junction