The New Kid in Town
Jun. 14th, 2004 09:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So I never explained about meeting
nadriel; too busy being caught in the throes of musedom last night. (Yeah; Thren's currently running around in my head, waving character sheets and going "woohoohoo!" Can we put her on Thorazine?)
He was easy to locate in the small crowd at Golders Green station because, as
cholten99 suspected, he was the one dressed all in black reading the Akashic Brotherhood sourcebook. I don't tend to have expectations regarding the people I meet online, same as I don't make firm mental pictures of people I hear on the radio, so there weren't any illusions to dispel in that regard. As for anything else, I have to admit to not paying too much attention, being nervous about starting game and all. He did seem cool, and I think getting to know him beyond a first-time-meeting-online-person thing will be good.
I'm not going to talk about him 'fitting in', because the concept is kind of ludicrous. After all, we're misfits each and every one of us, and I don't think we actually try to fit in much of anywhere. We seem to just sort of plonk ourselves down somewhere we want to be and say, "I'm here, I'm queer (in the original sense of the word), get used to it because I'm not going away!" Of course, this isn't entirely true, as we're sort of boycotting O'Neills until such time as this European Cup crap stops. While we can occasionally be patient with the people who come to watch the football, there is a saturation point and I'm not sure any of us would be strictly comfortable talking about daiklaives, rotes or glomping furniture over a bunch of over-testosteroned man-things singing "You're shiiiiiiiiiit and you know you are!"
(On the other hand, Cup matches tend to happen late. We might not have a problem. But if it means not having to eat one of those bloody burgers for awhile, I'm happy to maintain the boycott.)
So anyway, I'm not going to talk about
nadriel fitting in per se. However, he does seem a welcome addition to the proceedings. I think the only thing that really differentiates him from the others gaming-wise is the ... well, the sensibility. Mostly (and I'm no different, I grant you) our lot rush in where angels fear to tread, armed to the teeth and ready to sustain and cause grievous injury. By contrast,
nadriel's character hung back, listened for the screaming, and then came down when the screaming didn't happen (and, wisely, after the sound of the shotgun blast with which Andy O's character blew the lock off the doors of the cellar workshop. See, this is what I mean about people doing silly things in the name of action -- in an enclosed space about ten feet on a side, you do not want to be firing off both barrels of a shotgun for the sake of your eardrums). On the other hand, having backup is going to be of great use in the future.
On the whole, good guy.
And now, back to real life, work and phone calls coming in three at a time. W00t. I'll spend my free minutes refining the next bit of plot for Mage -- I wasn't entirely happy with the fuzziness of the last one, despite it being a prelude thing. The next one should be more to my storytelling standards. And then there will be clinic letters coming out my ears because God knows we're overbooked enough this week...
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He was easy to locate in the small crowd at Golders Green station because, as
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I'm not going to talk about him 'fitting in', because the concept is kind of ludicrous. After all, we're misfits each and every one of us, and I don't think we actually try to fit in much of anywhere. We seem to just sort of plonk ourselves down somewhere we want to be and say, "I'm here, I'm queer (in the original sense of the word), get used to it because I'm not going away!" Of course, this isn't entirely true, as we're sort of boycotting O'Neills until such time as this European Cup crap stops. While we can occasionally be patient with the people who come to watch the football, there is a saturation point and I'm not sure any of us would be strictly comfortable talking about daiklaives, rotes or glomping furniture over a bunch of over-testosteroned man-things singing "You're shiiiiiiiiiit and you know you are!"
(On the other hand, Cup matches tend to happen late. We might not have a problem. But if it means not having to eat one of those bloody burgers for awhile, I'm happy to maintain the boycott.)
So anyway, I'm not going to talk about
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On the whole, good guy.
And now, back to real life, work and phone calls coming in three at a time. W00t. I'll spend my free minutes refining the next bit of plot for Mage -- I wasn't entirely happy with the fuzziness of the last one, despite it being a prelude thing. The next one should be more to my storytelling standards. And then there will be clinic letters coming out my ears because God knows we're overbooked enough this week...
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Date: 2004-06-14 02:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-14 02:10 pm (UTC)Letters coming out of your ears? Now that's an image I could do without. I mean, how do they fit? :P
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Date: 2004-06-14 10:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-15 02:23 pm (UTC)Indeed. :))