Looks like a Microfilm reader?
As for the joke... It's like the dungeon was so huge they had to "shrink" it to microfilm to be able to fit in "1 page".

I wouldn't say it's a great joke, but that's what I got out of that.

For Karl! Rock. and. STONE

Whoops, wrong place, carry on.

For a tenth of the price too

Also, I'm not a medical professional, but I was just wearing scrubs just now... post-processing a 3d resin print after working too much all week.

Which konsi are you?

In no particular order...

Maleficient, Cersei Lannister, Hela, Bellatrix Lestrange, Cruella, Ursula, Queen of Heart, Poison Ivy, Wicked Witch, Mom from Futurama, not sure of the xenomorph queen from Aliens counts?, GLaDOS, Number Six, Stargate had a few over the years, Starcraft's Kerrigan/Queen of blades, Resident Evil's Lady Dimetrescu, Carmen Sandiego, Doom's Olivia Pierce, Airbender's Azula, Carrie, Annie Wilkes from Misery, Claire from House of Cards, the Aunt in Handmaiden, Harley Quinn, Lady Macbeth...

That's all I have for now

Your party just met up for the first time at this retro restaurant and the robowaitress asks what you want to order.
You don't have much in the way of company credits, so it's a bit awkward as you barely have enough for anything on the holomenu.
[...] Luckily, your new patron to be notices and says they'll take care of it.
"5 breakfast lab-bacon sandwiches" and waives his credstick.
You don't know much about the guy, but even if this job of his doesn't pan out, a meal's a meal.

The corpo ad plays loudly on the holo:
Lab grown bacon is the closest thing to the real thing, 100% guaranteed
A small disclaimer, barely big enough to be legible scrolls in and out too quick, you make out the words "purge", "reconstructed", "flavor", "simulation", befit the thing pops out of existence the robowaitress heads off on skates.
It's common historical knowledge, so you all know that actual pigs were all purged in huge mobile incinerators more than a decade ago after a bad wave of swine flu, so who's to say what bacon was really like...
Rumour has it that the "lab" in labbacon is actually for labrador meat, which... you're pretty sure is just an urban legend to scare kids into eating their synth-celery.
As you wait, your new patron cuts to the chase "So, before I spill the details on this job, tell me about yourselves? I like to know new contractors"
[...] /awkward roleplay [...]

He eyes you suspiciously, like he's not quite sure what to make of y'all.
"Alright, that's for us, I'm starving", he says with a big smile as the robowaitress zooms across the busy room with a big platter, expertly and effortlessly zigzagging between customers, bums and other hazards.
Then there's a loud crash and a bunch of weirdly dressed, blindfolded weirdos appear out of thin air, flailing, swinging, dancing?
They're chanting something you can't make out and they're dressed even more ridiculously than in these old holomovies you've seen (describe your old party, focusing on how out of place they are).

The platter goes flying and crashing as they start stomping around, seemingly intent on fighting your meal for some reason.

"Fucking Glitter addicts" Fixer McFixer Face mutters, standing up.

Roll initiative

On her turn, the robowaitress shouts a much louder, recorded message: "SIRS, THIS IS A WENDYS ™, DISPERSE IMMEDIATELY"

(After a few rounds of chaotic fighting or fruitless attempts at getting the intruders' attention... they zap out of existence like they were never there, except for the mess.)

The robowaitress resumes her programming, bringing you a mostly empty platter with sad, smashed bits of food scattered here and there.
"Enjoy your meal, satisfaction guaranteed"
As she says the word guaranteed, there's about 3 pages of legalese verbiage that scrolls in and out of existence faster than any human can probably ever read, classic. She storms off as soon as this blinks out.

He picks at bits of thin leathery brown-greenish strips of pressed labbacon pulp, and whatever destroyed remains and sighs with a resigned look.
"Well, I don't know what the fuck this was about, but it seems you can handle yourself, you're in."
Getting his credstick out, he reserves the table for another half hour and orders a new platter.

(Start explaining their first job/adventure)

It’s like when you go to an office social event and realize you only ever talk to these guys about work stuff.

It's funny because I just got back from the office social thing and yea whenever we drift to something else than work... yikes.

Maybe this one?
https://socksandpuppets.tumblr.com/...

I love those, I binged through all of them.
❤️

I was gonna give you advice on trapping them, but then I realized you were talking about their characters and not the actual players.
Then again, playing the odd session in an actual escape room might be fun.

I still have the last character sheet from a friend's character from before they passed away IRL.
His memory transcends death, so will your torment be if I ever need to pull this one.

Mentions work fine, you just have to say his name 3 times in front of a mirror.
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We used to go multiple sessions without an opportunity to test rest, which really tones down caster classes quite a bit.

Edited to fix typo

Imagine learning you're demiromantic/demisexual through a meme.

Falling a cropping skill check

I wish you an uneventful long rest.

Bonk

Swordscomic + SrGrafo crossover??

"Puissant" is the French word for "powerful".

Back in my day, we'd go several sessions without a rest which really did wonders to tone down spellcasting nova.