One Of Those Days
Jan. 28th, 2008 11:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thessalianSo, as stated in my placeholder earlier today - I think last night saw the most damage a character of mine ever taken in a RP game of any kind. With the possible exception of the time my Zenith Solar got Essence-fried in Exalted and died briefly. Or that one con game where not one but two of my characters died of being eaten by astral snake. Still, I'm very much impressed with the sheer level of ouch a teeny little Cultist can take in a session.
So to give a walk-through of the scene, the results of which got![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fearrett saying, "What did you do, fight a Brujah? Blindfolded? After eating rat poison?" ... yeah. It began with two points of damage as nasty Tremere-man nearly broke her right arm. (I am eternally grateful for decent soak rolls there, as well as the very good Dex+Dodge that meant Astrid didn't land wrong when he threw her down the alley...) After that, she got what amounts to Forces-pinned and hoisted about a foot in the air by blood magic (which is nasty shit, thank you). And then, there she was, stuck in an alleyway with not one but two Tremere pointing guns at her. Whee. However, there was rescue at that point, in the form of a funky NPC in a paisley frock coat. So real swashbucklers wear paisley - you heard it here first. Unfortunately, despite being drugged, one of the Tremere managed to get off a few shots with his stupid gun and hit her once ... for five points of lethal damage. And of course, I totally forgot one can't soak lethal. Unfortunately, the bullet was also painted with something poisonous.
- Two bashing, from the manhandling.
- Five lethal, from the gunshot.
- Poison of unspecified type.
Can you say 'Incapacitated'? I knew that you could. So we wrapped at the point of my character just passing out and got Astrid out of retro (because this scene was set on Thursday) by the simple expedient of saying that Astrid's been unconscious in some unspecified location for the last three or four days. I have got to say, that was impressive. Though it's all going to get messy when everything else goes down, I reckon. There's a lot of stuff in the offing now, most of it interpersonal shenanigans. That's a post for another day, or at least a later evening, when I'm in a bit more in the mood to rant about the really piss-annoying little moo who insists that nothing bad that happens to her character is ever her fault even when the evidence suggests otherwise.
For now, I will rant about my day. My day has thus far sucked. It was cold (and Silent Hill foggy, so at least it had something going for it) and the traffic was awful so I was about 15 minutes late for work. Came in to discover that the patient information system is down so I can't access anything or even do anything as simple as log the post properly. At least I can still type, which I suppose is a bonus ... or would be if the phone would stop ringing for ten seconds. This invariably involves people bitching at me because I don't have the access on the system, for numerous reasons, to do things like shift their appointments around or anything like that. Still, in my defence, I did manage to pull off one fairly serious miracle of information retrieval to get a clinic letter I wasn't sure I could even access off the system and to the relevant hospital in record time. Still, then there was the Head Honcho consultant, who really does nothing but grunt "Right, right" at me no matter what I say and doesn't answer his bleep or anything. Also medical records, who keeps ringing us for notes we don't have and obliges me to cross the building on wild goose chases by the score. One of those days, basically. I have had cola and a chocolate bar to ease my pain. Really, though, I just want to go home and pull the duvet over my head.
Can't afford to, though, so I will persevere. And hope that the afternoon sucks less than the morning.
So to give a walk-through of the scene, the results of which got
fearrett saying, "What did you do, fight a Brujah? Blindfolded? After eating rat poison?" ... yeah. It began with two points of damage as nasty Tremere-man nearly broke her right arm. (I am eternally grateful for decent soak rolls there, as well as the very good Dex+Dodge that meant Astrid didn't land wrong when he threw her down the alley...) After that, she got what amounts to Forces-pinned and hoisted about a foot in the air by blood magic (which is nasty shit, thank you). And then, there she was, stuck in an alleyway with not one but two Tremere pointing guns at her. Whee. However, there was rescue at that point, in the form of a funky NPC in a paisley frock coat. So real swashbucklers wear paisley - you heard it here first. Unfortunately, despite being drugged, one of the Tremere managed to get off a few shots with his stupid gun and hit her once ... for five points of lethal damage. And of course, I totally forgot one can't soak lethal. Unfortunately, the bullet was also painted with something poisonous.- Two bashing, from the manhandling.
- Five lethal, from the gunshot.
- Poison of unspecified type.
Can you say 'Incapacitated'? I knew that you could. So we wrapped at the point of my character just passing out and got Astrid out of retro (because this scene was set on Thursday) by the simple expedient of saying that Astrid's been unconscious in some unspecified location for the last three or four days. I have got to say, that was impressive. Though it's all going to get messy when everything else goes down, I reckon. There's a lot of stuff in the offing now, most of it interpersonal shenanigans. That's a post for another day, or at least a later evening, when I'm in a bit more in the mood to rant about the really piss-annoying little moo who insists that nothing bad that happens to her character is ever her fault even when the evidence suggests otherwise.
For now, I will rant about my day. My day has thus far sucked. It was cold (and Silent Hill foggy, so at least it had something going for it) and the traffic was awful so I was about 15 minutes late for work. Came in to discover that the patient information system is down so I can't access anything or even do anything as simple as log the post properly. At least I can still type, which I suppose is a bonus ... or would be if the phone would stop ringing for ten seconds. This invariably involves people bitching at me because I don't have the access on the system, for numerous reasons, to do things like shift their appointments around or anything like that. Still, in my defence, I did manage to pull off one fairly serious miracle of information retrieval to get a clinic letter I wasn't sure I could even access off the system and to the relevant hospital in record time. Still, then there was the Head Honcho consultant, who really does nothing but grunt "Right, right" at me no matter what I say and doesn't answer his bleep or anything. Also medical records, who keeps ringing us for notes we don't have and obliges me to cross the building on wild goose chases by the score. One of those days, basically. I have had cola and a chocolate bar to ease my pain. Really, though, I just want to go home and pull the duvet over my head.
Can't afford to, though, so I will persevere. And hope that the afternoon sucks less than the morning.
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Date: 2008-01-28 02:40 pm (UTC)said something to the effect that, "We do more by 9am than most ppl do all day."
Well being that I'm reading this at 9:30am my time and you posted it at 11something am your time, I get that same feeling of things landing on you.
*huggles* Hope you can find less suckage or at least keep with the dodging. :)
And as for the other, it sounds like Gabe should really be back before now...and if gods be willing, he will be back...soonish-esque-like?
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Date: 2008-01-28 04:28 pm (UTC)As for the other thing ... it'd be lovely to see Gabe back, of course, and hoo boy does he have some catching up to do. Freyja's leaving town, Astrid's taken the mantle of chief negotiator and diplomat between the various supernatural communities and got beaten to within an inch of her life for it, Alan's gone comprehensively bugfuck over the fact that Astrid's been missing for days, and then there's the lovely Sofia giving orders to all and sundry and the upcoming Temprence thing.
Come back soon! Gossip abounds! DOOM!
(Oh, when come back, bring Boggan!)
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Date: 2008-01-28 05:17 pm (UTC)And as for Boggan bringage, I will truly and honest work on that. She's transformed so much in my head, part of her backstory has gotten hard to get through because it's starting to not make sense. So I'm trying to sort that out before submission, as awesome Boggan-ing deserves awesome and appropriate background.
Also on top of the sick, I have an issue brewing with my Godson and his "dad" that is whisking my neurons so I'm little tapped on creative ideas that don't involve some of those torture conversations we had once or twice. I promise I'm not dodging. ;)