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Ah, 7th Sea -- you really have to love that game. At least the way we play it. We managed to get through three hours of gaming while doing absolutely no plot shit whatsoever.
We got together at seven, listened to GenCon stories and debated food until 8, at which point we finally started gaming. And Andy P, bless him, came up with the perfect introduction for Kat's alternate character (seeing as her Vodacce senzavista's buggered off to Vendel). So now the party consists of Sir Oswald (Avalon, Knight of Elaine), Axel (Eisen lord), Pietro (Vodacce lord-in-exile), Francine (Montaigne, Porte sorceress, absent), Alison (Vodacce by birth, Avalon by choice, Jenny) and a scry-gifted Avalonian fop named Richard. This makes my life easier because he's from the same secret society as me. Plus he's damn good-looking.
What followed was three hours of romantic angsty hell. Fine, extremely funny romantic angsty hell, but it does stop being funny when it starts being you. There's no way of telling this without stretching into several pages, so suffice it to say that somewhere along the line, Alison was convinced that Pietro had been trying to chat up a) one of the barmaids at the tavern they were staying at, b) Fiora, his former love interest who lived just outside of town and c) Richard. Most of it was Chinese Whispers and misunderstandings, but it was enough to get Pietro damned not only in Alison's eyes, but in the eyes of every woman in town. The tavern staff treated him appallingly, to the point of getting him barred and then emptying a chamberpot over his head, forcing him to wash off in the sea before having lunch with Fiora that afternoon. Pietro was pissed off anyway because Sir Oswald's been eyeing Alison up and Richard's not exactly uninterested either. This will end in hellfire. Eventually, sugar lumps won the day and Alison and Pietro are as stable as they're ever going to get -- he's agreed to teach her to read in Castillian and she's going to teach him to speak Avalonian.
Then, believe it or not, there was the other thing. Alison and Fiora wound up having a private girlie-chat after lunch that afternoon, mostly on the "all men are bastards" theme. In the course of that, Alison's former life of piracy came up, and Alison led into a conversation about Allende. At which point, Fiora got very excited -- seems Alesio is something of a legend among Strega -- and said, "Oh, of course! I've read all about Allende and Alesio!" I think I may have explained what happens to well-bred Vodacce non-courtesans, Strega in particular, who can read -- burning at the stake. So Fiora telling Alison that was a big slip-up on her part. To his credit, Andy P didn't take it back; said that Fiora would have slipped up like that, between girlie-bonding and the excitement of having one of her storybook heroes turn up on her doorstep. So it stands -- Alison's one of the few people who know Fiora's little secret.
What Andy P doesn't know is that I worded it that way on purpose. I'd been hoping for a slip-up like that in those circumstances -- not expecting, cos Andy's clever, but hoping. Damn; I'm good.
We got together at seven, listened to GenCon stories and debated food until 8, at which point we finally started gaming. And Andy P, bless him, came up with the perfect introduction for Kat's alternate character (seeing as her Vodacce senzavista's buggered off to Vendel). So now the party consists of Sir Oswald (Avalon, Knight of Elaine), Axel (Eisen lord), Pietro (Vodacce lord-in-exile), Francine (Montaigne, Porte sorceress, absent), Alison (Vodacce by birth, Avalon by choice, Jenny) and a scry-gifted Avalonian fop named Richard. This makes my life easier because he's from the same secret society as me. Plus he's damn good-looking.
What followed was three hours of romantic angsty hell. Fine, extremely funny romantic angsty hell, but it does stop being funny when it starts being you. There's no way of telling this without stretching into several pages, so suffice it to say that somewhere along the line, Alison was convinced that Pietro had been trying to chat up a) one of the barmaids at the tavern they were staying at, b) Fiora, his former love interest who lived just outside of town and c) Richard. Most of it was Chinese Whispers and misunderstandings, but it was enough to get Pietro damned not only in Alison's eyes, but in the eyes of every woman in town. The tavern staff treated him appallingly, to the point of getting him barred and then emptying a chamberpot over his head, forcing him to wash off in the sea before having lunch with Fiora that afternoon. Pietro was pissed off anyway because Sir Oswald's been eyeing Alison up and Richard's not exactly uninterested either. This will end in hellfire. Eventually, sugar lumps won the day and Alison and Pietro are as stable as they're ever going to get -- he's agreed to teach her to read in Castillian and she's going to teach him to speak Avalonian.
Then, believe it or not, there was the other thing. Alison and Fiora wound up having a private girlie-chat after lunch that afternoon, mostly on the "all men are bastards" theme. In the course of that, Alison's former life of piracy came up, and Alison led into a conversation about Allende. At which point, Fiora got very excited -- seems Alesio is something of a legend among Strega -- and said, "Oh, of course! I've read all about Allende and Alesio!" I think I may have explained what happens to well-bred Vodacce non-courtesans, Strega in particular, who can read -- burning at the stake. So Fiora telling Alison that was a big slip-up on her part. To his credit, Andy P didn't take it back; said that Fiora would have slipped up like that, between girlie-bonding and the excitement of having one of her storybook heroes turn up on her doorstep. So it stands -- Alison's one of the few people who know Fiora's little secret.
What Andy P doesn't know is that I worded it that way on purpose. I'd been hoping for a slip-up like that in those circumstances -- not expecting, cos Andy's clever, but hoping. Damn; I'm good.
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