Doug Millington-Smith (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
magicaddict) wrote2010-06-07 08:18 pm
magicaddict) wrote2010-06-07 08:18 pm
Post-Leek GBU...
...for now, with what I can do of a rundown on Lorne to follow after I've finished writing an event report for the Queen.
Good:
Camaraderie on the gate. Lorne and Lucas spent an awful lot of time standing and chatting, as there was little else to do and very few others around.
Educating the world that not all drow worship Llolth, one person at a time.
Invisible gate guard on Saturday night - Lorne's raggy waistcoat apparently does its job quite well.
Remembering that I can handle a staff. Still pretty crap at fighting, but not as much as with other weapons.
Darius taking Lorne's quiet conversation with him in a direction I wasn't remotely expecting.
Diplomatic immunity as armour.
Successfully setting foot in all but two faction camps without getting shivved, and the delicate roleplay challenge of doing so.
Being given the job of producing the diplomatic report on the event for the Queen.
Bad:
The unremovable smile on Lord Hart's face as he gives me a slow count of ten to leave his presence before he kills me. If I remotely believed his opinion could be changed in a hundred years of roleplay, I wouldn't mind.
General makeup fail. I need better hairspray and more of it.
Too many layers.
A full-on scouting run to find a downed PC missing her lying in the bushes by approximately four inches, only to have others go out and find her an hour later.
Trying too hard to be a scout when the character really isn't.
Working on ideas with people only to have them immediately shot down by others.
Not spending enough time with Emma, even though our characters should be pretty inextricably linked.
Seeing the same people on the gate, over and over again.
Half the faction not giving two shits about anything but getting another drink in and making sure they've got enough fags.
The fact that all the best roleplay moments of the weekend were had in other faction's camps.
Ugly:
The noise the gearbox made as my clutch appeared to break while doing eighty-five down the M5.
The likely bill to repair it.
My complexion after three days of greasepaint.
Overall, better than NotWigan, and Lorne got a hair more immersion, but it's forced and I'm prevailing on the good graces of other people to do it. Irony is I felt safer at this event than at any other I've attended at CP - if he survives after what's gone before, it may be proof that I'm never destined to get something worth interacting with off the ground.
Good:
Camaraderie on the gate. Lorne and Lucas spent an awful lot of time standing and chatting, as there was little else to do and very few others around.
Educating the world that not all drow worship Llolth, one person at a time.
Invisible gate guard on Saturday night - Lorne's raggy waistcoat apparently does its job quite well.
Remembering that I can handle a staff. Still pretty crap at fighting, but not as much as with other weapons.
Darius taking Lorne's quiet conversation with him in a direction I wasn't remotely expecting.
Diplomatic immunity as armour.
Successfully setting foot in all but two faction camps without getting shivved, and the delicate roleplay challenge of doing so.
Being given the job of producing the diplomatic report on the event for the Queen.
Bad:
The unremovable smile on Lord Hart's face as he gives me a slow count of ten to leave his presence before he kills me. If I remotely believed his opinion could be changed in a hundred years of roleplay, I wouldn't mind.
General makeup fail. I need better hairspray and more of it.
Too many layers.
A full-on scouting run to find a downed PC missing her lying in the bushes by approximately four inches, only to have others go out and find her an hour later.
Trying too hard to be a scout when the character really isn't.
Working on ideas with people only to have them immediately shot down by others.
Not spending enough time with Emma, even though our characters should be pretty inextricably linked.
Seeing the same people on the gate, over and over again.
Half the faction not giving two shits about anything but getting another drink in and making sure they've got enough fags.
The fact that all the best roleplay moments of the weekend were had in other faction's camps.
Ugly:
The noise the gearbox made as my clutch appeared to break while doing eighty-five down the M5.
The likely bill to repair it.
My complexion after three days of greasepaint.
Overall, better than NotWigan, and Lorne got a hair more immersion, but it's forced and I'm prevailing on the good graces of other people to do it. Irony is I felt safer at this event than at any other I've attended at CP - if he survives after what's gone before, it may be proof that I'm never destined to get something worth interacting with off the ground.
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