Suit Night

One day in September Cortez, Ronaldo, Teodor, and Alfonso got it in their heads that they should spiff up the weekend D&D session. They got out fancy pants and suit jackets and ties and wore such attire out into the world. When they arrived at the Dominion for pregaming, they sauntered in like nobody's business, making a beeline for Fernando's forbidden back room.

Naturally, the customers in the store at that time asked a great many questions of Fernando, mostly in the vein of, “Why did four men in immaculate suits just enter your store like they owned the place?”

Fernando, ever caddy, responded, “Uh, um....”

“Are you okay?”

This question of concern fostered an idea in Fernando's mind, a fine way to pass the time and make excellent use of an upcoming occasion. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, I know those guys.”

This puerile reassurance seemed to be enough, for the questions ceased and the transactions completed with no further ado. D&D time arrived, bones were rolled, and afterwards Fernando said to Ronaldo, Cortez, and Alfonso (for Teodor had to return home with utmost haste), “So, I have a plan.”

Fernando would remain the “face” of this operation, but it remained important for his companions to assist him in fostering its verisimilitude, a task with which they all agreed. Fernando undertook a great campaign through the social media outlets to which the Dominion was attached, dropping hints as to the nature of this great plan. He procured material components for this masterwork spell he planned to weave and practiced the verbal aspects as well. Everything progressed as desired, and the day draws nigh.

The plan is to unfurl on the final day of the month of October. The face of the Dominion would not be the same.