Lance was still torn about Malika. The more he got to know her, the less he really knew here. He took her out on a hot date to a French Bistro, and she didn’t even dress up.
They never really got past smalltalk, and yet she seemed to hang on his every word.
(Seriously, I was trying to see if Lance could actually learn any of Malika’s traits. From her behavior, I was pretty sure we she was Bookworm, Absent Minded, and a Slob — two traits I’ve already played and one that wasn’t very appealing. Lancelot is the strong, awkward type; he doesn’t have any Charisma by design. But you’d think even without it, he’d’ve been able to learn something about her by himself. Seems like the Game Powers were trying to tell me that maybe they weren’t meant to be together after all.)
He escaped his confused ambivalence with a trip to China, where he got his white belt in Sim Fu.
And he explored Chinese tombs with secret underwater passageways.
Way to swim in the slimy, scary water, brave Lancelot.
But mostly he hit on chicks. The first four hot Chinese chicks he hit on were all married. Married! Argh.
Then he met this one at the dojo, and she turned out to be single. Woot!
(I think the mirror in this pic is awesome.)
Then she started yelling at him for no reason. Oh, wait, that’s pretty much what Uncle Jared does. He hightailed it out of there.
The book dealer looked a bit more mature, but she was also single.
Except that the hated each other almost on sight. Every attempt at conversation he made annoyed both of them.
Ah, well, the search for love would go on, but at least he had a bunch of cool swag to sell.
