thessalian: (purgatory)
So the running in brief from yesterday's Brighton Below game:

- Almost didn't get there because I missed my bus
- Got there late
- Character died
- Had to leave before aftermath

Yeah, Travesty finally did the stupid one time too many (after three sessions, woohoo!) and got left behind in an inescapable crypt full of monsters who beat her well unto death. Still, it was a heroic thing - they were trying to get some parchment that gave a way to cure the Vultures - a group of life-force-eating NPC creepy types who used to be the elite army of one Lord Lewes - and she found it on the body of an ancient mystic in a sealed-up crypt that they reached via powerful magic. But the magic didn't send them back quite when they thought so she let go to try to beat back creatures that might have escaped with them ... and then it worked. So she was trapped there with the monsters, with little in the way of combat skills and the beasties having range on her. So ... yeah, that's about the end of that.

...Or so I thought while I was sitting on the coach home dreaming up an alternate character concept. Then, after running a scene for [livejournal.com profile] courtcat79 and [livejournal.com profile] ilyena_sylph to let some of the post-LARP adrenaline burn off, I went to bed and crashed for a considerable length of time. I woke up to a text message from Daz, who plays that utter sweetie of a technology-eating crafter-man, Hack. Apparently he and Saint, my character's one worshipper, have a bit of an idea or two about how to bring Travesty back from the dead. One idea involves the soul copy that Travesty left with Saint and a clockwork body as built by Hack. The other involves Saint finding an entrance to Hades - so very Orpheus and Eurydice.

I was not expecting any of this, and I'm immensely flattered and intrigued by the whole process. I do feel bad for Otto's player, though - no one seems to be talking about ways to bring him back. Of course, I don't think he had Soulcopy, so it's a lot harder in his case, but ... anyway, it begs the question of whether Daz is going to be allowed to steampunk my character. AGAIN. Man. Madness. *glee*

Though honestly, I couldn't have asked for a better pre-death session for any character. Lord Preston said, directly to her face, that Fragments (knowing, of course, that Travesty is one) aren't people, with no feelings or anything, so they don't count for basic human rights. So Travesty went off trying to explore that whole 'being human' thing, was curious about "the meeting of lips that you all call 'kissing'..." and, when told by Hack that one should do it with someone you're fond of, picked Saint to be her first kiss ever. (We'd discussed this, Saint's player and I, before session happened.) This happened right before the mission that led to her death. That's gonna mess a man up. And the last things she heard from the nobles of Brighton Below were things about unity between the Houses and actually treating Fragments like the people they are, so ... hey, bonus. Died under the impression that she had made a difference and that her work was well underway. Even if she can't be brought back, she'd trust Saint with the rest.
thessalian: (rules)
There must and shall be drabble today. However, there must and shall also be grocery shopping so that there's something in the house so I can feed [livejournal.com profile] dodgyhoodoo when he comes home, but first and foremost there shall be telling tales of Brighton Below. Because damn, that was fun.

Being early is seriously worth it. After a trawl for decent foot-saving socks (which weren't quite as foot-saving as I'd hoped, but maybe with another pair...), I eventually turned up at game at about half-three, got changed and had plenty of time to read the Undersider and my little gossip slips. I like the gossip slips - you can't necessarily believe a word of it, but you never really know. Interesting bits and bobs about Clayton Square (oh dear oh dear, Drinn) and so forth. The really unfortunate bit was that I seem to have left the camera switched on when I unplugged it from Eshu after loading my photos from last game, so of course the battery was dead. Which is a damn shame, because Patch Ann was there and everything and her character is so. Damn. Cool. Next time, though, definitely.

The carriage coat went over really well, and Saint loaned me a hat that really just completed the outfit, on the whole. Everyone oooohed and aaaaahed over my Gladstone bag, too, so yay! However, there's a minor issue with LARPing indoors in this heat - the costumes are not generally designed for comfort in hot weather. [livejournal.com profile] yshala was bundled up in a coat, hat and shawl. Daz was in three jackets and he wasn't the only one. Drinn and one of his friends were in shirt, waistcoat and jacket. Alex (Patch Ann) was wearing this cropped fun-fur coat. Three of the girls were in heavy velvet dresses. I had the carriage coat and the bulky socks. Some poor guy was wearing chain mail. Various nobles were in various period pieces involving jackets and capes and in one case, a ratty powdered wig. And then there was Law, all done up in what I think is Regency-era riding gear, all ruff and collar and ... ye flippin' gads he looked uncomfortable. It'll be better come November, when it's cooler and being in all that gear isn't going to make people step outside the Market truce just for a bit of fresh air...

We broke the plot. The organisers told us at the end of the session that we had comprehensively broken the plot. But then, as has been repeatedly pointed out, plot doesn't survive contact with the players anyway. It was also apparently the single most combat-heavy Market they'd ever had. And this, I suppose, is about the point at which I'd have to explain the "got near-killed over cake" thing.

Cut for length, stupidity and cake. )

All to say that we had a remarkably good time. The trip back wasn't any fun, though - train and buses were all full of drunken yahoos. I have issues with drunken yahoos - they are loud and obnoxious. And most of my food intake yesterday involved standing at a counter ordering something unhealthy smashed into a bun. Oh, and the curry, which gave us the best bit of bullshit in-game, in my opinion. See, Travesty's not really ... au fait with anything Upworlder, so a lot of stuff confuses her. So when a predominantly vegetable curry turned up with ridge-cut carrots and soya meat of some description, there was a comment about how time-consuming it must have been to cut all those roots into these wavy shapes. Saint, recipient of said comment, replied with, "No, see, it's an Indian dish, and these were cut with what's called a kris, an Indian knife that's rather wavy, so the waves are all built-in. No extra effort involved." After which we had to go out of character to laugh our fool heads off.

But all told, I got home safe, I don't hurt so much anymore, and I'm already looking forward to the next one. I just need to figure out the new downtime system. Now I should go and do something productive, I suppose. I don't know what I'm going to do about dinner but I'll figure something out.

Wheeeee!

Jul. 27th, 2008 02:41 am
thessalian: (Default)
Amusing tidbits from the journey to Brighton and the game in general.

- Riding the bus up to Hangleton, hearing these girls who couldn't have been more than sixteen talking about how waste gets flushes out of airline toilets and doing their makeup on the moving bus and then one of them saying, "...Well, I went through, like, a chavvy phase..." (Which, I am assuming, is not actually over yet.)

- Game was awesome, but I'm noticing a pattern. My character comes up with a plan that makes sense and doesn't involve attacking anyone, everyone ignores it and me, violence and mayhem ensues, and somehow my character ends up maimed. In this case, I got near-killed by my own people's anthropomorphic personification of law over two chunks of upside-down cake. Law's a pompous, stuck-up arse.

- I never want to hear the phrase, "We can't let the terrorists win" ever again in-game. Especially when it renders my character's risking her life to make peaceful restitution and so forth absolutely meaningless.

- I made the gossip slips. The one I got to see was even about 2/3 accurate!

- Knife vs Sword = ... eh, no. Note to self - pick up the means to use a quarterstaff before next game.

- White chocolate vid cards will not survive in this miserable heat. However, I improvised. Daz was pleased. He ate them so fast he didn't even get to show them off. I'll see if I can't improve upon it all next time.

- The guy we sort of hired to do magic tricks didn't really show up (or something), there was extra cash in the Brighton Below kitty at the end of the night. And since I was the only one left without a ride back to civilisation, Trez basically refunded my entry fee to pay for a cab to the train station. (Which it did, exactly.) So gallant - he even pointed out when he called the cab that "it's a woman on her own so please do be prompt as we don't want her out here on her own this late for very long". Chivalry ain't dead.

- The train ride home was hell, and the buses weren't any better. The last one - 134 to Tally Ho Corner - was chock full of drunken arseholes and one guy actually decided that standing in front of the bus was a good way to make it stop where it wasn't supposed to so he and his friends could get on. Smaaaaaaaart move.

- My right shoulder hurts clear down to my wrist. I think Law may have hit me a bit hard with the foam rubber sword.

Further details available on request, but right now ... whoo. Let's just say it's been a long, eventful day. Fun, too. Roll on, November!

Voom

Jul. 26th, 2008 11:18 am
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About to head off for Brighton - doing a bit of maths and so on, I figure that quarter to twelve is about the latest I can head off and still make my train. The checklist has grown, though - it's almost distressing:

- Costume
- Boots because I am not wearing those fuckers today, no way, not until I have to
- Gladstone bag
- Spare herbs for physreps
- Daz's chocolate memory cards (which I don't think came out quite right but they've been in the fridge all evening so ... we live in hope and if not, hey, green chocolate)
- Little sack o' tradeable crap for Floating Market
- Camera

I was going to bring my laptop but in the end ... too much junk. Thanks, but no. I'm already going to clank when I move. Yech. So instead it'll have to be the notebook that perennially lives in my handbag for the drabble that's been flitting around my head for the last week and I've been too tired to set to 'paper', as it were. So ... yeah, anyway, things to do and places to go. Less nervous this time, though partly that's because I've just woken up after going to bed at near daylight and I'm not last of the great morning people.

Okay, this leave me ten minutes to pack my shit and get out the door. Hasta luego, people - see you when I get back (not before 2am my time, from the look - I'm such a nutbar...)
thessalian: (faith)
This weekend's been fun. Friday was sinus pain, sore throat, fever and groggy, Saturday wasn't much better but I thought I was on the mend, Sunday was migraine from hell and while that's got better today, my head still hurts and right now my gut is unequivocably stating that it is likely to expel anything I put into my digestive system in unpleasant ways.

I'm fed right the fuck up with being ill.

Honestly, I think a day spent predominantly between bed and, when I can sit upright, the computer would not be a bad thing. A four-day week at 7.5 hours a day (because this lot only lets me have a half-hour for lunch no matter what) isn't going to cause intense problems, all things considered. I originally rang in saying that I was going to be late because I hoped that things would settle but there's no way I'm going to manage an hour and a half commute in my present condition anyway. I'd better be feeling better by tomorrow, though. Missing work because of health problems is no good when one is paid by the hour and has no sick pay.

Really, I just want a decent week before I have Brighton Below stuff. I don't want to miss that; not when I've already paid up and bought the train tickets and everything. Also, I now have an ill-fitting velvet carriage coat that will add a certain je-ne-sais-quoi to my outfit. I can't button the thing because it was meant for skinnier people, not to mention people with way narrower shoulders than mine (aside from being 'aerodynamically curvaceous', I am apparently built like a linebacker. Whoopee), but it's a Neverwhere LARP. Things don't have to fit and are generally not expected to. So too-big boots, too-small carriage coat, shredded-looking skirt and I think I still have this one blouse that will just complete the outfit on the whole ... there's just the hair issue, but I think I have that sorted. Depends on whether the clip I bought the other month will hold the amount of hair I have. In any case, at least part of why I don't want to miss this is because I picked up the white chocolate and green food colouring I'm going to need to make those edible 'memory cards' for Daz. I'm looking forward to that as a culinary experiment.

I'm also pondering drabble and short story bits and bobs. It looks for the moment like the drabbles from Daz and [livejournal.com profile] yshala's prompts have won the day, but it's that third one that's going to be tricky. Looks like it might be the one from [livejournal.com profile] prettyarbitrary's prompt, which is funny because it's the only one that got anything like criticism. But then there's [livejournal.com profile] dodgyhoodoo's one - lugubrious-pinhole-smock, not soupy pignoodles - which ... well, as the votes are spread, it's impossible to tell. Everyone's got a favourite, and most of them are different favourites. I think next time, I'm doing three write-in boxes and linking to all the drabbles. Hey, at least I'm not limited to fifteen clickable options on the poll then...

Anyway, I'm currently pondering 'lemonade power' and the 'bucket of black powder' thing. It gives my brain something to do besides being miserable. But I think I'll do that pondering while lying down because ... blech.
thessalian: (TYgaiman)
Brighton Below is going to be nearly as hectic this time around as it was last time.

The running is as follows - given current financial statuses (poor), I didn't think I could genuinely justify crashing even in a hostel for the weekend. No problem, though - a little bit of comparison shopping has proven that I can actually get to Brighton, get to the hall, LARP 'til I drop, hang at the pub with the others for a little bit and still get home the same day. More or less. If you call some unholy hour of Sunday morning 'the same day', which I tend to do. See, the last train out of Brighton to London Bridge leaves at 23:37, and gets in at just before 1am. No problem, given night buses. And I'll be wired enough from game so that this shouldn't be an issue, particularly given I'm most comfortable going to bed at 3am anyway.

So anyway, what this basically means is that I'm going to Brighton Below, and even get to socialise after (which would have been a little bit tricky if I'd taken the other option, which was to sort of join into [livejournal.com profile] dodgyhoodoo's holiday and crash with him with his family; not my favoured option, as I'd be spending far too much holiday being wired, wiped or just plain absent). I will remember to bring comfortable shoes this time. And several pairs of socks. And gladstone bag yay! Also, I recently picked up a copy of Re-Animator and it came with this really nifty green syringe-shaped highlighter pen, so that's definitely going. Still having issues with knife phys rep, but that shouldn't be too much of an issue. I hope. I borrowed last time; might be able to get away with it again.

My real grumble at the minute is that I missed downtime. It was all written and everything but I didn't want to submit it until I knew they were actually taking downtime submissions because I didn't want to inundate the organisers. Not to mention that there's this whole new rules set about supply packs and things that I was contemplating fitting into things, and I'm still waiting for a map from Saint - I was going to basically submit with a comment of, "Have seen Saint's map and IC have a copy; I can show posts if necessary. This is what I want to do with that info". Anyway, it's moot now, because next thing I know, with no warning whatsoever, there's a post saying that they aren't accepting downtime submissions anymore. CRAP. That's me shot right in the foot. *sigh* That'll teach me. So now I simply grumble. Not sure what the hell I'm going to do about it now, but I'll know for the next time. Learning experience, n'all.

*grumblemumblefeh*

Down Under

Apr. 3rd, 2008 06:54 pm
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I'm sure only one person here is going to understand exactly what I'm talking about when I start in on this, but what the hell: Brighton Below is awesome but the Downtime navigation thing is fucking confusing. I've read the Downtime rules over and over again and I still can't work out whether you can navigate the Known Areas without Exploring them first. Investigating them, fine, I get you'd need to do that before being able to find herbs and what have you (not to mention those pesky secret entrances and exits) but ye flippin' gods, I'm hoping I can at least assume my character can get to the places classified as Known Areas. I mean, after all, she got to the Floating Market okay, she can't be that bad at navigating. Plus I suppose there was an in-game look at Saint's map to consider, so at least there's something to pin various bits of information to...

Anyway, with the nifty little spreadsheet the lovely staffers made, I am trying to put together something that vaguely resembles a map of the Known Areas in-game. Now, this is a little difficult as this is a Neverwhere-style game where, much like in the Dreaming, the distance and direction of various things is a bit ... changeable. Just when I thought I'd got a whole bunch of it done ... well, I hadn't. And the format I did that quarter in over lunch doesn't want to let me edit it at home. Which bites, frankly, as it means that if I want something I can work with at home, I now have to start all over again. Lots of pretty little colour bits and pieces and teensy little text boxes with numbers on and aaaaaargh. The amount of research time I put into these things gets just an eensy bit ridiculous at times.

Still, it's all a lot of fun, and I won't deny that for a moment. Currently in the middle of IC-PM-chat with Saint and that's proving enlightening and entertaining. Pondering Downtime actions and ways in which to justify XP expenditure (the great thing about playing a displaced deity is that you can ... probably ... get away with explaining at least one or two expenditures as "regaining that which was lost, in some small way, owing to having people who actually believe in you again") and stuff like that there. Sometimes it is just nice being a player again...

Oh, and back to that whole "icon yammer" meme thing I did the other day ... while I'm here, here are [livejournal.com profile] doccy's picks.

Never-ending icon squee )

Anyway, I'm going to go work on that map for a bit and then I'm going to bail because my right foot is doing that swelling thing again and I think I'd like to give it more of a rest than putting it on the floor gives it at some stage.

Walls

Mar. 27th, 2008 07:23 pm
thessalian: (blue)
The Good News: My Gladstone bag arrived in the post today. As well as being awesome in its own right, it contained not only bubble wrap (lots and lots of bubble wrap) but various bits and pieces of period medical equipment. This rocks hardcore.

The Bad News: Our boiler stopped working. Again. This time, however, it is not the fault of the boiler, but is attributable to the fact that the gas is out. We don't really know why the gas is out, but we can't actually check because the people doing some kind of building work next door have walled off our gas meter. That's right, including the emergency shut-off valve. So we've got people coming in to have a look (though what they're going to do about it when no one can actually get to our gas meter is beyond me) but for the moment, we've got no heat, no hot water and we can't cook - not only because we have a gas stove, but because we're not supposed to switch anything on or off just in case. We don't smell gas, but it's better to be safe than kerboomed.

I haven't had a very good day, apart from the Gladstone bag thing. But I don't think complaining about it is the way to go right now. And as most of my avenues for unwinding are either verboten (because they involve switching something on or the hot water being functional) or requiring of energy I don't have, I'm really kind of screwed. So there shall be caffeine and possibly snack-food.

Or maybe I'll just curl up under the duvet for the next month.
thessalian: (yay)
And so I spoke to [livejournal.com profile] trishiekaty about what happened with the gift voucher whojamaflip. And she fixed it - more than, as a matter of fact. So instead of paying for half of it (which I'd have been more than happy to do), I paid just under three quid towards postage, and now must think of something awesome to send her for her birthday / Christmas / whatever. (Do you reckon they do War-Dancing Weasels on eBay?)

Additionally, I had a much-needed vent that's been building for weeks now, so I can only really thank [livejournal.com profile] ilyena_sylph (via AIM) and [livejournal.com profile] dodgyhoodoo (via RL) for listening. I think I have a lot clearer an idea of what to do as far as that situation goes now, whereas prior to the venting I really was just foaming at the mouth.

And of course, there's [livejournal.com profile] courtcat79, who kindly showed me how to set up Sims 2 so it shows up in a window rather than just taking up the whole screen, so now I can play Sims 2 and do other things at the same time. Vaguely distracting, but makes the detail work when I want to build, say, hotels and what have you so much less infuriating because I can take breaks more easily.

Sometimes, there's an awful lot of suck. Job suck, financial suck, occasional family suck, hobby-related suck, transport and travel suck, and so it goes. But between the friends (and fiance, obviously) mentioned above and the ones I have given so many kudos to previously (particularly [livejournal.com profile] yshala and her help with getting me to Brighton Below), there's really no excuse for forgetting that life isn't so bad after all.
thessalian: (bugger that)
So I went to check my email when I got up today. I had an email from PayPal, reminding me to redeem a gift voucher I didn't even know I had. Confused, I clicked and read the email. Turns out [livejournal.com profile] trishiekaty sent me a gift voucher back at the start of freakin' February to help pay for that Gladstone bag I had my eye on and I didn't even realise because ... well, I guess the email got filtered into my spam trap. So I haven't thanked her for it and it's been nearly two months. How very freakin' remiss of me.

So I decide to go a-hunting on eBay to see what's available, because hey - if I'm going to be sending belated thanks, it ought to be spectacular, no? And whaddya know? There's an auction for a perfect bag, with minutes on the clock. So I bid, and hey presto, I won. With over half the bag (inclusive of postage) paid for, I am a very happy LARPer.

Except that the stupid site won't process the redemption code, despite my best efforts. Initially it was because the email address I was using for my primary on PayPal didn't match up to the one on the code, but I fixed that and the gift voucher did at least show up on my account then. Which was a good sign, I thought. Except no, it still won't process the redemption code, and I'm thinking that this might be because I use ebay.co.uk and she sent it to ebay.com. Stupid bloody regional divides for the utter and complete lose.

So now I'm not entirely sure what to do. First step, obviously, is to talk to [livejournal.com profile] trishiekaty (hi, [livejournal.com profile] trishiekaty! Thanks, by the way!) and let her know what's going on. Then I figure that since we haven't hit the sixty-day mark, I can still cancel the gift voucher that I can't actually use and make sure she at least gets the money back. After that, I dunno - I'm halfway minded to just say 'screw it' and pay for the thing outright, but then that sucks because she wanted to help and to not let someone help when they wanted to seems not right, somehow. Not to mention that I'm not entirely sure whether I'll be able to afford it without the help at this rate. Which means that my perfect Gladstone bag will go to the next highest bidder, which sucks rocks. Then there's the option of asking her to resend the voucher for ebay.co.uk, in case that works, but to trouble someone who's been so generous with that kind of malarkey just seems wrong. But then again, if it were me sending someone a gift, I'd want to make sure the recipient got the full use out of it, and it'd sadden and/or annoy me if the recipient couldn't use it for its intended purpose and had to ditch the whole thing.

Wow, I never thought 'do as you would be done by' could look selfish.

Anyway, I think the only thing to do is to talk to [livejournal.com profile] trishiekaty and see what she has to say about the whole thing. Her gift, her choice. Meanwhile, I'll just go snarl and kick things. Well, actually, no I won't, because I have mysterious bruises under the toenails of both big toes and they hurt like a bitch so I think staying off my feet is a thing. I have no idea how the hell I hurt my feet so badly, but I would probably point at Brighton Below and the Ill-Fitting Boots of Doom for that one. Next time? I bring a change of shoes.
thessalian: (inspired)
So ... yeah. Anyone who says 'getting there is half the fun' should be shot.

Saturday panned out like this - I packed my gear, meeped briefly (see previous post) and then left. Miracle of miracles, the stations north of Finchley Central were actually open today (they're so often not) and I didn't have to amble very far to get to a Tube. That, in effect, was the only bit of travel luck I had trying to get to the Hangleton Community Centre and the Brighton Below LARP.

Northern Line to Euston, fine. Got off at Euston to change for the Victoria line. Discovered that the platform I sought was shut. Fuck, say I, and stomp back to the platform I just left to take the Tube one stop down and change at Warren Street. Manage that, finally get to Victoria. Huzzah. Stop off at that little shopping centre dealie to grab some food and a top that is suitable for such doings, head for the bus station in (I think) plenty of time to grab the 1pm bus out to Brighton. Spot a Whittards, stop for chocolate-covered espresso beans. Woman in the queue ahead of me is being a total pain in the arse and holds up the queue for ages. Finally get to the bus station, and the queue for tickets there (as the ticket booths are undermanned) prevent me from making the 1pm coach. Next coach - 2pm. "No problem," think I. "That'll get me there at a little past 4pm and I should be able to make it to the venue before game starts." However, then my coach is delayed. Which is a right royal pain in the arse, but still, I think, "It's not that big a delay - I should be able to make it there just before the game starts..." Except that when I get there, the roadworks on the Old Steine appear to be gumming up the traffic all over Brighton city centre. Bang go my chances at getting to LARP on time. I text the man in charge, as he was at that point the only person whose number I had, letting him know I was going to be late and sat through the bus journey, which involved one of a small pack of teenagers throwing up in the seat just ahead of mine. Then I got off the bus too soon, and wound up walking a good two miles uphill in unsuitable shoes and in the rain until I finally got to where I was going. Needless to say that by the time I got to Hangleton Community Centre, I was flustered, bemused, and vaguely pissed off at the world. Which I suppose is as good a 'getting into character' method as any for one's first time in the Underside in some frail mortal shell.

Further complications ensued about costumes. Turned out that the lab coat I was offered had been left in Dan's garage workshop through no real fault of anyone's, and as Daz hadn't known whether I was coming, the Gladstone bag didn't materialise. However, I did get a briefcase that worked well enough for my initial foray, and in a way I'm glad I didn't have the lab coat because it really would have changed my first entry into the whole thing. As it was, it went very well, and Travesty Moran came away with a fealty pledge to a noble House with a very big loophole in it, various allies and people very interested in her and what she can do, primarily in a positive way. Also quests to pursue. There are tales - many, many tales. So much to say about the Foundry folk and Hannington and Saint and the preacher and the 60s reject and Dawg and Morley and ... so, so many stories for a five-hour thing. However, they're going to have to wait for at least a little as I am rather sore, incredibly tired and possibly hungry. Suffice it to say, however, that I saw Daz and [livejournal.com profile] yshala and Dan and Gav and Drinn and someone who was on JN ages ago who calls himself Uncle Steve, and they are all still awesome people, with particular kudos to Daz and Gav, for making my RP with the Foundry folk so fun, and to [livejournal.com profile] yshala for her hospitality and 'group mum' instincts. I also made at least one new friend (the first person to hug me on relatively short acquaintance in some time, and I didn't even mind overmuch - he was like a puppy, really), who complimented me on my LARPing ability and said that our IC stuff had been a lot of fun. So I'm very flattered. And yes, there are tales, but they must wait.

Then we crashed at Dan and Kate's overnight. There were cats! Three of 'em! Yay for cats! Also yay for sofas to sleep on and finally getting those bloody boots off for awhile! Then there was helping [livejournal.com profile] yshala with the washing up and then watching her and Kate pack 'posh plates', thus seeing [livejournal.com profile] yshala buried in bubble wrap. There are pictures of that... Anyway, then [livejournal.com profile] yshala and Mark were kind enough to drive me as far as London Bridge station on their own way home. So after an uneventful Tube ride, here I am.

I am achy. I am tired. I'm pretty sure I am hungry now. But I had such a good time. Can't wait 'til the next one. Now I just have to figure out how 'down time' actually works...
thessalian: (meep)
Tattered-look lacy skirt in shades of brown? Check.
Blouse? I have nothing suitable. I am wearing my battered purple jumper and will pick something up on the way - if I go via Finchley Central, I pass an Oxfam shop.
Oversized stompy boots? Check.
Assorted small useful items for trade (in this case, stuff I got from Christmas crackers, a couple of tea light candles and some d6s)? Check.
Printout of character sheet and important rules to know (combat, healing, herbalism)? Check.
Spare T-shirt, change of underwear, hairbrush, toothbrush? Check, check, check and check.
Lab coat? Picking up when I get there.
Gladstone bag equivalent? Maybe (if Daz didn't bring it, I can just empty out my handbag and use that - it's a big battered old thing and will do).
Camera? Check.
Hip flask? Check.
Nerves? Oh hell yes.

I've never LARPed before. This is intimidating. It's going to be fun, and yay for seeing people I know (at least I'll recognise Daz and [livejournal.com profile] yshala on sight this time, promise, though they might not recognise me since the haircut), but ... augh newbie!

...I am a ridiculous creature. I am the sort of person who throws confetti at her fiance on Tottenham Court Road and sings "The Gap! The Gap! The Gap is on fire! We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn! Burn, motherfucker, burn!" outside the Gap outlet on the corner of Haight and Ashbury. I sing Tom Lehrer in the queue for the London Dungeon and Monty Python songs on the Tube. I cannot get nervous about 'getting into character', in the Pulp Fiction parlance, in a room full of people, some of whom I know, who are doing the exact same thing.

*mental smack upside the head; voom*

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