Vague update

Dinner seems to have gone well. dodgyhoodoo seemed keen on the atomic chili (wish I was still in touch with Jubal, so I could thank him for the basis of the recipe), and weaselbitch seemed okay with it once her taste buds had regained some feeling. I'm not sure if this counts as "melting teeth at range" but hey.

dodgyhoodoo really is a complete animal tart. Yuki still loves me best.

We watched A Tale of Two Sisters. That is one fucked-up bunch of people. I'll have to remember to bring it along because corone wanted to see it. Unfortunately, the disc fucked up on both cholten99's impressive AV set-up and my own diddy 14" screen TV/DVD player so I make no promises about how well the disc is going to work.

Actually, I hope corone can actually turn up to Mage tomorrow...

weaselbitch is going to quote "woogiewoogiewoogie". Gods help me.

Right. Should get to bed soon as am going to be at rat funeral tomorrow.

Ohayo Gozaimasu

dodgyhoodoo was tidying up the sitting room when I woke up. Then proceeded to do the washing up. Apparently this is revenge for what I did to the Sourcebook Central kitchen. Still, it was nice of him.

I can't find the remote for my dinky 14" TV/DVD player thing. This woulnd't be such an immediate thing except I didn't remove A Tale of Two Sisters from it last night and there's no eject button actually on the TV. So corone is going to have to wait until I find the stupid remote to borrow the film. *sigh*

Must pack Mrs Robinson's Bag and get going, really.

The Trial -- worse than Kafka!

The trip to Finchley seems longer with other people joining in. Longer, but more fun in the long run. Comments ran from the biological rationales behind zombies to "Have you ever wanted to pick up a pigeon and toss it at a moving car just to see what would happen?" (The response was, "Well, I do now...")

I met Ezric. That rat is insane. First thing he did was crawl up my jacket sleeve, then up my T-shirt sleeve and lodged somewhere around my shoulder blade. Tickly little sucker. But cute. We committed the remains of Musashi and Sadako to the earth, and so continues the circle of life, death and all that other good shit that's supposed to make people feel better about losing what they love.

Lunch was huge. I mean huge. I knew lokean and mapp were coming. What I didn't know was that cholten99 was also coming and bringing Annie with him, and that Kat and Mark had decided to join us. Between that lot, nadriel, corone, dodgyhoodoo, weaselbitch, Simson and me, that was a very crowded bunch of lunch tables. The Circus representatives, the Sourcebook Central Brigade and I comprised one end of the table with corone turning up in the conversations occasionally. lokean reiterated the Warfarin torture and told me fun things to do with capiscum, and we had a conversation about the nature of pigeons (undead, the lot of them) and Pigeon Fares on the Tube.

Eventually, we got back to Sourcebook Central and putzed around a bit while weaselbitch, nadriel and Simson went out to Sainsbury's for snacks. dodgyhoodoo loaned me another couple of sourcebooks (that's six now; gah). This was initiated by the fact that I found a copy of the Book of Mormon on the way there and dodgyhoodoo remembered that there was a sect of hedge mages who were basically Mormon versions of Caleb from Buffy S7. So I have the book that outlines them and the Ghouls: Fatal Addiction supplement that I'm still waiting on from Amazon. Then the rest of the group arrived and the game recommenced from where it left off last time.

( A return of an old familiar face sets the scene... )

I know the thing about Jeremiah sucks, but Simson had moved his leaving date up to this week anyway. That's not how I wanted to end it necessarily, but it's dramatic as hell, and it gave him the opportunity for some last-ditch head-fucky before his final curtain. And at least two people got extra XP, not counting corone, who got an extra two for single-handedly breaking the group out of a Technocracy stronghold. And let's be fair, that's exactly what he did -- without his actions, they'd have all been screwed to the wall.

I still can't find my bloody remote. Argh. Oh well; it's bound to turn up at some point.