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Leaders and Followers
Mar. 31st, 2007 02:38 pmI must now decide what I want to do for the rest of the day. I originally woke up at about 11 in time to catch ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dodgyhoodoo leave for what I think he called "Shouty Leather-Clad Spartans Approaching Their Ignominious Deaths", and then I went back to sleep for a couple of hours. I've been up properly since about half-one, downloading Sims 2 stuff and generally faffing. So now the question becomes, what to do with the rest of the afternoon? My options are FFXI (no fun if dodgyhoodoo and weaselbitch aren't there to play with me, but on the other hand, Seifer might be about and we could finally do the Korroloka Tunnel thing) and Sims 2 (JusNoctis neighbourhood!).
Oh, yeah, about that ... can someone please explain to me why every time I get involved in these online RPs, my characters wind up flung headfirst into a position of authority before I've been there five minutes? Seriously. With the exception of Chicago, which was a leaderless, featureless mess of a plotline in any case, consider the games I've been involved in thus far:
Hollow City: Wound up Alpha of a brand new pack after about five scenes.
Charleston: Dreamspeaker Tradition rep within three months; subject of a Technocracy man-hunt within six.
JusNoctis: Cabal leader and mentor within a month and a half.
The cabal thing's easy to explain. I put two points in cabal house when I rolled up my character because thestral from the old Charleston site asked me to - he invited me in as his,courtcat's and Corey's cabalmate. However, none of them were on when I was when I first started, and Astrid developed as really not fitting so well with a cabal of technomancers. So I rounded up a couple of cabal members of my own (Jack the Anachronistic and darkdanc3r's new Dreamspeaker) because a) I get on well with the players and characters involved and b) I didn't really want to waste the background points.
See, we've been having this thing where Jack Sheppard the walking anachronism doesn't understand a damn thing about his 21st century surroundings and deals with it by getting drunk off his arse (that plus the "drinking the water gives you dysentery" thing). He jokes about claiming that he has gone Marauder. He goads powerful and pissed-off people who have a personal vendetta against him, causing them to, for example, set him on fire. Now, Astrid doesn't like it when people who are supposedly part of her Tradition (Jack refers to himself as a Seer of Chronos, the precursors to the Cult of Ecstasy) ignore the tenets of the Trad as comprehensively as he seems to be - they're supposed to celebrate life and explore it, not flee from it with 'running-away' drugs. Plus she doesn't like watching someone with whom she's touched the Lakashim on a number of occasions committing slow, stupid suicide. Long story short, there was an argument. (Okay, after Astrid literally treated him like a pattern on the wallpaper for about a week, there was an argument.) He made Miss Perky 2007 swear, scream and cry, which I didn't think would happen for awhile. She made Mr Anachronism empathise with someone, which astounded his player because Jack was written as a self-absorbed son of a bitch. And at the end of it, she basically sighed something about Jack needing a mentor. And he asked her, and managed to fit a compliment about her breasts in there. So ... yeah.
Please remind me to buy a point or two in Leadership when I have the points to spare. Why does this stuff happen to me?
Right. Before I do anything else, I need to top up my cellphone and get smokes. I'm going to have to bring the stick out with me because it seems that too much time smacking around in the flat shoes with the bad knees and the constantly wrenched back has fucked up my calves and they hurt. I need the help weight-bearing. *sigh* This whole 'being crippled by inches' thing bites.
dodgyhoodoo leave for what I think he called "Shouty Leather-Clad Spartans Approaching Their Ignominious Deaths", and then I went back to sleep for a couple of hours. I've been up properly since about half-one, downloading Sims 2 stuff and generally faffing. So now the question becomes, what to do with the rest of the afternoon? My options are FFXI (no fun if dodgyhoodoo and weaselbitch aren't there to play with me, but on the other hand, Seifer might be about and we could finally do the Korroloka Tunnel thing) and Sims 2 (JusNoctis neighbourhood!).Oh, yeah, about that ... can someone please explain to me why every time I get involved in these online RPs, my characters wind up flung headfirst into a position of authority before I've been there five minutes? Seriously. With the exception of Chicago, which was a leaderless, featureless mess of a plotline in any case, consider the games I've been involved in thus far:
Hollow City: Wound up Alpha of a brand new pack after about five scenes.
Charleston: Dreamspeaker Tradition rep within three months; subject of a Technocracy man-hunt within six.
JusNoctis: Cabal leader and mentor within a month and a half.
The cabal thing's easy to explain. I put two points in cabal house when I rolled up my character because thestral from the old Charleston site asked me to - he invited me in as his,
courtcat's and Corey's cabalmate. However, none of them were on when I was when I first started, and Astrid developed as really not fitting so well with a cabal of technomancers. So I rounded up a couple of cabal members of my own (Jack the Anachronistic and darkdanc3r's new Dreamspeaker) because a) I get on well with the players and characters involved and b) I didn't really want to waste the background points.See, we've been having this thing where Jack Sheppard the walking anachronism doesn't understand a damn thing about his 21st century surroundings and deals with it by getting drunk off his arse (that plus the "drinking the water gives you dysentery" thing). He jokes about claiming that he has gone Marauder. He goads powerful and pissed-off people who have a personal vendetta against him, causing them to, for example, set him on fire. Now, Astrid doesn't like it when people who are supposedly part of her Tradition (Jack refers to himself as a Seer of Chronos, the precursors to the Cult of Ecstasy) ignore the tenets of the Trad as comprehensively as he seems to be - they're supposed to celebrate life and explore it, not flee from it with 'running-away' drugs. Plus she doesn't like watching someone with whom she's touched the Lakashim on a number of occasions committing slow, stupid suicide. Long story short, there was an argument. (Okay, after Astrid literally treated him like a pattern on the wallpaper for about a week, there was an argument.) He made Miss Perky 2007 swear, scream and cry, which I didn't think would happen for awhile. She made Mr Anachronism empathise with someone, which astounded his player because Jack was written as a self-absorbed son of a bitch. And at the end of it, she basically sighed something about Jack needing a mentor. And he asked her, and managed to fit a compliment about her breasts in there. So ... yeah.
Please remind me to buy a point or two in Leadership when I have the points to spare. Why does this stuff happen to me?
Right. Before I do anything else, I need to top up my cellphone and get smokes. I'm going to have to bring the stick out with me because it seems that too much time smacking around in the flat shoes with the bad knees and the constantly wrenched back has fucked up my calves and they hurt. I need the help weight-bearing. *sigh* This whole 'being crippled by inches' thing bites.