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March of the Mad Bastards
Aug. 31st, 2004 01:57 pmToos told me yesterday that she could not do my job; she doesn't know how I stand it. I simply told her, "I get through the week as best I can and then blow off steam by torturing you in game". Which apparently explains everything.
What I want to know is, what's Andy P's excuse?
Seriously; my ex-Strega ex-pirate pseudo-Avalon Jenny character (God, she's had a past and a half) finally had things going her way at the start of yesterday's session. Her lover had curbed his more gittish tendencies and when they got to Altamira, he blew just about every senator he had taking her out for an extravagant romantic meal. She'd set up her friend with that romantic, charming (fine, just plain dumb, but still) Knight of Elaine that any female within sight has been after since he joined the party. They'd got on a riverboat with minimal fuss and were well-treated and all was going really well.
Then the riverboat crew drugged the wine, and we woke up manacled to chairs in a dungeon. There are pokers being heated over a brazier. Turned out the riverboat crew were bloody Inquisition. Now, funnily, prior to getting together with this crew, Alison and the Inquisition were like ships in the night. Now, though, not only has she recently shot one (and stuffed a pair of her underwear down the front of the corpse's trousers) ... but then there's the fact that Allende wound up at la Bucca in the first place because Inquisition busted him for supposed heresy. Now they're going to question us about the whereabouts of the others (Father Alejandro, Viola under two different names, Bjarne who Alison's never heard of...) Oh, we're going to have some fun now.
Anyway, a good time was had by all. Prior to gaming, we all had dinner at a nice little Chinese place down the road from Andy P and Claire's place. Andy O joined us for the meal and we had long chats and generally freaked out the staff. You know the sort of thing -- comparing the slug-demon from the last Mage session to the D&D-typical gelatinous cube, stuff like that. Now there are whole new vistas of people who'll look out the windows of their establishments and groan, "Oh, no, it's them again!" It's so fun being a mad bastard sometimes.
My jaw's feeling much better, but something I ate last night does not agree with me. Blegh. Want to go home.
What I want to know is, what's Andy P's excuse?
Seriously; my ex-Strega ex-pirate pseudo-Avalon Jenny character (God, she's had a past and a half) finally had things going her way at the start of yesterday's session. Her lover had curbed his more gittish tendencies and when they got to Altamira, he blew just about every senator he had taking her out for an extravagant romantic meal. She'd set up her friend with that romantic, charming (fine, just plain dumb, but still) Knight of Elaine that any female within sight has been after since he joined the party. They'd got on a riverboat with minimal fuss and were well-treated and all was going really well.
Then the riverboat crew drugged the wine, and we woke up manacled to chairs in a dungeon. There are pokers being heated over a brazier. Turned out the riverboat crew were bloody Inquisition. Now, funnily, prior to getting together with this crew, Alison and the Inquisition were like ships in the night. Now, though, not only has she recently shot one (and stuffed a pair of her underwear down the front of the corpse's trousers) ... but then there's the fact that Allende wound up at la Bucca in the first place because Inquisition busted him for supposed heresy. Now they're going to question us about the whereabouts of the others (Father Alejandro, Viola under two different names, Bjarne who Alison's never heard of...) Oh, we're going to have some fun now.
Anyway, a good time was had by all. Prior to gaming, we all had dinner at a nice little Chinese place down the road from Andy P and Claire's place. Andy O joined us for the meal and we had long chats and generally freaked out the staff. You know the sort of thing -- comparing the slug-demon from the last Mage session to the D&D-typical gelatinous cube, stuff like that. Now there are whole new vistas of people who'll look out the windows of their establishments and groan, "Oh, no, it's them again!" It's so fun being a mad bastard sometimes.
My jaw's feeling much better, but something I ate last night does not agree with me. Blegh. Want to go home.