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thessalianBack at work after having to take Friday off sick with the unspeakable gut horror that's been killing my appetite and generally making my life a living hell lately. And no, I'm not, in any real sense of the word, 'better'. Yes, I managed a full meal yesterday. Somehow, as it's the first time I've actually eaten one full meal in the last week, it's not exactly comforting. But still, I'm here and I suppose it could be worse. I mean, I could have got minimal sleep last night.
Oh, wait...
Honestly, that part was once again as much my own fault as anything. Well, sort of. It's not my fault I'm a total freakin' insomniac, and that the fact that I couldn't get to sleep for ages even after I finally crawled into bed at some obscene hour of the morning proves it. Part of it's the stomach cramps. Part of it's the snoring. The quiet when he's away isn't exactly great, but apparently it at least does better things to my sleeping habits. So no, I didn't see the point of going to bed until about 4am and since I didn't actually get to sleep until 5-ish anyway, I stand by that decision so![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
darkdanc3r should in no way feel guilty. (Besides, I'm blaming Dropbear because he's infinitely slow in RP - six minutes to write two lines?!?)
Oh yeah, there was very much a need to run a Nina/Aedan scene. See, Drop's been away all weekend for one reason and another - which, y'know, good on him and stuff, but... Well, given that this weekend was around when Whit posted the 'Live on TV' news report thing that outlined the cornering of 'Nina Gordon' in a costume shop in Panama City, followed by 'Nina Gordon' releasing her hostages and then getting 'her' head blown off, probably not the best time to leave the actual Nina Gordon, who's now at least figured out that she's having this split personality problem, alone in a grubby safehouse with a working TV and gradually eroding sanity. However, she's holding up surprisingly well, all things considered - the alternate persona's only come out once or twice, for one thing, and she's remembered all the rest of the crap she's been through. Also, since we all now know that it's an elder Verbena named Roach who was standing in for Nina in the whole 'murder spree and faked death' thing, there's some minor worry about those among us (Nina included) who know enough details of the original plan to realise that having his head blown off was not how it was supposed to go - he was supposed to rig a boat explosion and go Umbral on detonation. However, Nina's managed to keep this from Roach's lover (and mother of his child, incidentally), even while completely spazzing out. After all, it could be Roach showing off. Roach does that.
Well, it's not actually him showing off this time, if the rumours are true (and since they come from the player, they probably are). Turns out that Roach got nabbed by the Technocrats, who are now ... erm ... doing unpleasant things to him. For one thing, they've replaced his blood with something ... well, that's not his blood or necessarily blood at all, though apparently it serves approximately the same function. But he can't use it as a focus anymore. So the Technocrats have now taken the dreams from a Dreamspeaker and the blood from a Verbena. There. Is. Going. To. Be. HELLFIRE. Nina's not in a great mental place right now, nor will she be for awhile, and of course she plans to scan Roach as thoroughly as humanly possible when he gets home (after all, she remembers how JJ died). When she sees that, I am seeing two reactions, in this order:
1) Gibbering, near-catatonic remorse for putting him in that position
2) Screaming homicidal rage at the Technocracy as a unit and Chad Jacobsen (the closest Technocrat target she knows of) in particular
Him, she's going to wait on. She knows his Life pattern, and she's going to sew it into a little doll. And then she's going to get Correspondence 2, and then she's going to wait until just the right moment, and then she's going to do a little voodoo doll action and stick a large-bore sewing needle right into that fucker's left ventricle. Can we say, 'congenital heart weakness', boys and girls?
Of course, there's the problem of the alternate. However, I have a Plan. I think it is a good Plan. It keeps in mind the character's paradigm and general way of dealing with things - head-on and with all due honesty, adding a browbeating where appropriate. I think it'll work. Yes, Nina will still be a little whacked out, but I'm not going to have to keep up this hurtful hateful alternate personality bullshit for much longer. Finally, my character can get back to something resembling normal!
I purchased Grease on DVD on Saturday (£5 at Waitrose; the price was right) and have since realised that when you leave in all the cut-out snippets of dialogue and scenes they take out for pre-watershed TV, that's actually a fairly adult film. Cheesy in the extreme, but still adult. Which vaguely lessens my shame at still liking that happy sappy pile of tripe. I know it's not a good film, but it's a fun not-good film. Some people like their crappy shlock horror; I like musicals. Still want to pick up Funny Girl at some point. And various of the Disney flicks. I know, I'm sad.
Beyond that, not much is new. Levelled up the deathgnome to level 9, and level 10 is within my grasp. Trying to increase my cooking skill, which is hard when the crystal I'm using breaks half the time, taking various useful items with it. Recent amusement on the fields of combat was just finishing off a Crawler (one of the tougher things I beat up on a regular basis) and having a goblin thug led right onto me by a small party of two Taru and a Hume who just sat there and kind of stared at me in horror as I took on this stupid goblin with half my hit points gone. They healed me up nicely mid-battle, so I suppose I should be grateful for that, but if they hadn't led the fucking thing onto me in the first place... I'm considering starting levelling up White Mage, so that I'm ready when I hit level 18 to take it as a subjob. Apparently a common rallying cry is "Level your subjob, you n00b". I don't want to be That Guy.
So overview of the weekend - many, many people are screaming in the general direction of Stevenage (where Whit lives) for not being online to sort things with various characters and put various players out of their collective misery, deathgnome SMASH, and very little in the way of food intake. I think I'd feel better about going to the doctor if I didn't have this horrible feeling that my current status of overweight might prompt a certain lack of sympathy for my not being able to eat anything. The NHS is so het up over people getting themselves into the absolute optimum of physical health before they can be treated as patients deserving of respect. It's distressing to feel that this horrible gut misery and lack of caloric, fluid and vitamin intake might be shrugged off just because I'm fat. Well, if I pass out and/or end up on an IV drip, I'll ... well, complain, really. I hate IVs.
Oh, wait...
Honestly, that part was once again as much my own fault as anything. Well, sort of. It's not my fault I'm a total freakin' insomniac, and that the fact that I couldn't get to sleep for ages even after I finally crawled into bed at some obscene hour of the morning proves it. Part of it's the stomach cramps. Part of it's the snoring. The quiet when he's away isn't exactly great, but apparently it at least does better things to my sleeping habits. So no, I didn't see the point of going to bed until about 4am and since I didn't actually get to sleep until 5-ish anyway, I stand by that decision so
darkdanc3r should in no way feel guilty. (Besides, I'm blaming Dropbear because he's infinitely slow in RP - six minutes to write two lines?!?)Oh yeah, there was very much a need to run a Nina/Aedan scene. See, Drop's been away all weekend for one reason and another - which, y'know, good on him and stuff, but... Well, given that this weekend was around when Whit posted the 'Live on TV' news report thing that outlined the cornering of 'Nina Gordon' in a costume shop in Panama City, followed by 'Nina Gordon' releasing her hostages and then getting 'her' head blown off, probably not the best time to leave the actual Nina Gordon, who's now at least figured out that she's having this split personality problem, alone in a grubby safehouse with a working TV and gradually eroding sanity. However, she's holding up surprisingly well, all things considered - the alternate persona's only come out once or twice, for one thing, and she's remembered all the rest of the crap she's been through. Also, since we all now know that it's an elder Verbena named Roach who was standing in for Nina in the whole 'murder spree and faked death' thing, there's some minor worry about those among us (Nina included) who know enough details of the original plan to realise that having his head blown off was not how it was supposed to go - he was supposed to rig a boat explosion and go Umbral on detonation. However, Nina's managed to keep this from Roach's lover (and mother of his child, incidentally), even while completely spazzing out. After all, it could be Roach showing off. Roach does that.
Well, it's not actually him showing off this time, if the rumours are true (and since they come from the player, they probably are). Turns out that Roach got nabbed by the Technocrats, who are now ... erm ... doing unpleasant things to him. For one thing, they've replaced his blood with something ... well, that's not his blood or necessarily blood at all, though apparently it serves approximately the same function. But he can't use it as a focus anymore. So the Technocrats have now taken the dreams from a Dreamspeaker and the blood from a Verbena. There. Is. Going. To. Be. HELLFIRE. Nina's not in a great mental place right now, nor will she be for awhile, and of course she plans to scan Roach as thoroughly as humanly possible when he gets home (after all, she remembers how JJ died). When she sees that, I am seeing two reactions, in this order:
1) Gibbering, near-catatonic remorse for putting him in that position
2) Screaming homicidal rage at the Technocracy as a unit and Chad Jacobsen (the closest Technocrat target she knows of) in particular
Him, she's going to wait on. She knows his Life pattern, and she's going to sew it into a little doll. And then she's going to get Correspondence 2, and then she's going to wait until just the right moment, and then she's going to do a little voodoo doll action and stick a large-bore sewing needle right into that fucker's left ventricle. Can we say, 'congenital heart weakness', boys and girls?
Of course, there's the problem of the alternate. However, I have a Plan. I think it is a good Plan. It keeps in mind the character's paradigm and general way of dealing with things - head-on and with all due honesty, adding a browbeating where appropriate. I think it'll work. Yes, Nina will still be a little whacked out, but I'm not going to have to keep up this hurtful hateful alternate personality bullshit for much longer. Finally, my character can get back to something resembling normal!
I purchased Grease on DVD on Saturday (£5 at Waitrose; the price was right) and have since realised that when you leave in all the cut-out snippets of dialogue and scenes they take out for pre-watershed TV, that's actually a fairly adult film. Cheesy in the extreme, but still adult. Which vaguely lessens my shame at still liking that happy sappy pile of tripe. I know it's not a good film, but it's a fun not-good film. Some people like their crappy shlock horror; I like musicals. Still want to pick up Funny Girl at some point. And various of the Disney flicks. I know, I'm sad.
Beyond that, not much is new. Levelled up the deathgnome to level 9, and level 10 is within my grasp. Trying to increase my cooking skill, which is hard when the crystal I'm using breaks half the time, taking various useful items with it. Recent amusement on the fields of combat was just finishing off a Crawler (one of the tougher things I beat up on a regular basis) and having a goblin thug led right onto me by a small party of two Taru and a Hume who just sat there and kind of stared at me in horror as I took on this stupid goblin with half my hit points gone. They healed me up nicely mid-battle, so I suppose I should be grateful for that, but if they hadn't led the fucking thing onto me in the first place... I'm considering starting levelling up White Mage, so that I'm ready when I hit level 18 to take it as a subjob. Apparently a common rallying cry is "Level your subjob, you n00b". I don't want to be That Guy.
So overview of the weekend - many, many people are screaming in the general direction of Stevenage (where Whit lives) for not being online to sort things with various characters and put various players out of their collective misery, deathgnome SMASH, and very little in the way of food intake. I think I'd feel better about going to the doctor if I didn't have this horrible feeling that my current status of overweight might prompt a certain lack of sympathy for my not being able to eat anything. The NHS is so het up over people getting themselves into the absolute optimum of physical health before they can be treated as patients deserving of respect. It's distressing to feel that this horrible gut misery and lack of caloric, fluid and vitamin intake might be shrugged off just because I'm fat. Well, if I pass out and/or end up on an IV drip, I'll ... well, complain, really. I hate IVs.