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thessalianAmusing tidbits from the journey to Brighton and the game in general.
- Riding the bus up to Hangleton, hearing these girls who couldn't have been more than sixteen talking about how waste gets flushes out of airline toilets and doing their makeup on the moving bus and then one of them saying, "...Well, I went through, like, a chavvy phase..." (Which, I am assuming, is not actually over yet.)
- Game was awesome, but I'm noticing a pattern. My character comes up with a plan that makes sense and doesn't involve attacking anyone, everyone ignores it and me, violence and mayhem ensues, and somehow my character ends up maimed. In this case, I got near-killed by my own people's anthropomorphic personification of law over two chunks of upside-down cake. Law's a pompous, stuck-up arse.
- I never want to hear the phrase, "We can't let the terrorists win" ever again in-game. Especially when it renders my character's risking her life to make peaceful restitution and so forth absolutely meaningless.
- I made the gossip slips. The one I got to see was even about 2/3 accurate!
- Knife vs Sword = ... eh, no. Note to self - pick up the means to use a quarterstaff before next game.
- White chocolate vid cards will not survive in this miserable heat. However, I improvised. Daz was pleased. He ate them so fast he didn't even get to show them off. I'll see if I can't improve upon it all next time.
- The guy we sort of hired to do magic tricks didn't really show up (or something), there was extra cash in the Brighton Below kitty at the end of the night. And since I was the only one left without a ride back to civilisation, Trez basically refunded my entry fee to pay for a cab to the train station. (Which it did, exactly.) So gallant - he even pointed out when he called the cab that "it's a woman on her own so please do be prompt as we don't want her out here on her own this late for very long". Chivalry ain't dead.
- The train ride home was hell, and the buses weren't any better. The last one - 134 to Tally Ho Corner - was chock full of drunken arseholes and one guy actually decided that standing in front of the bus was a good way to make it stop where it wasn't supposed to so he and his friends could get on. Smaaaaaaaart move.
- My right shoulder hurts clear down to my wrist. I think Law may have hit me a bit hard with the foam rubber sword.
Further details available on request, but right now ... whoo. Let's just say it's been a long, eventful day. Fun, too. Roll on, November!
- Riding the bus up to Hangleton, hearing these girls who couldn't have been more than sixteen talking about how waste gets flushes out of airline toilets and doing their makeup on the moving bus and then one of them saying, "...Well, I went through, like, a chavvy phase..." (Which, I am assuming, is not actually over yet.)
- Game was awesome, but I'm noticing a pattern. My character comes up with a plan that makes sense and doesn't involve attacking anyone, everyone ignores it and me, violence and mayhem ensues, and somehow my character ends up maimed. In this case, I got near-killed by my own people's anthropomorphic personification of law over two chunks of upside-down cake. Law's a pompous, stuck-up arse.
- I never want to hear the phrase, "We can't let the terrorists win" ever again in-game. Especially when it renders my character's risking her life to make peaceful restitution and so forth absolutely meaningless.
- I made the gossip slips. The one I got to see was even about 2/3 accurate!
- Knife vs Sword = ... eh, no. Note to self - pick up the means to use a quarterstaff before next game.
- White chocolate vid cards will not survive in this miserable heat. However, I improvised. Daz was pleased. He ate them so fast he didn't even get to show them off. I'll see if I can't improve upon it all next time.
- The guy we sort of hired to do magic tricks didn't really show up (or something), there was extra cash in the Brighton Below kitty at the end of the night. And since I was the only one left without a ride back to civilisation, Trez basically refunded my entry fee to pay for a cab to the train station. (Which it did, exactly.) So gallant - he even pointed out when he called the cab that "it's a woman on her own so please do be prompt as we don't want her out here on her own this late for very long". Chivalry ain't dead.
- The train ride home was hell, and the buses weren't any better. The last one - 134 to Tally Ho Corner - was chock full of drunken arseholes and one guy actually decided that standing in front of the bus was a good way to make it stop where it wasn't supposed to so he and his friends could get on. Smaaaaaaaart move.
- My right shoulder hurts clear down to my wrist. I think Law may have hit me a bit hard with the foam rubber sword.
Further details available on request, but right now ... whoo. Let's just say it's been a long, eventful day. Fun, too. Roll on, November!