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Twice...Behind A Rock...
Feb. 27th, 2006 02:25 pm...WITH A PDA!!!
So went the moniker that will be attached to this weekend for as long as memory remains.
Emma and I spent the entirety of the weekend together, from Friday evening once I got home to this morning when she left for lectures. Such things are good for the soul, and everything else as well.
Friday night was spent utterly failing to knock over a bank in Shadowrun. Tiny, Talks (spelling may be incorrect - apologies to Steve if it is), Vielle and Springs - otherwise known as myself,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drabbit, cheekychipmunk and indigogecko respectively - are making a nod in the direction of the OOC heist of the month and trying to borrow the bank manager's family in order that he will walk us into the vault without a fight. This failed miserably in customary fashion for Tim's games when their apartment was shut up tighter than the bank itself and armed with intelligent turrets. How about that...
Emma's role in all of this was originally taking the piss as Viel's thinking PDA, but got so many laughs doing it that Tim liked the idea and now she is going to be actually playing as it in future. She's being statted as a palmtop computer containing a construct of a flatlined decker - very much taking off Dixie from Neuromancer - with TJ's computing stats. With the exception of her being functionally inert in meatbod fights and grey ICE acting as black to her, I see no reason why she can't succeed as the team's decker.
Saturday was spent enjoying a walk in the woods and taking the odd photograph. It was nice to explore the larp forest a little more deeply without actually being part of a game and having somewhere in it to go. I got the most wonderful photograph of Emma looking out over the view on the back hillside, with the sun behind her profile. Very nice.
We got back just in time to catch most of England losing hold of the Calcutta Cup in most embarrassing fashion. Losing is one thing, but losing to Scotland was far worse. We drowned those sorrows in a meal at the Rajpoot - glorious as always - before watching Casanova at the Odeon. I was expecting this to be a tacky attempt at being funny, but it was actually very good indeed. The cast (mainly British) all give a good comical account of themselves - Jeremy Irons sporting a buzzcut for the ages being a particular highlight ("Your virginity can, in exchange, be returned to you." "You can do that?" "My dear, we are the Catholic Church..."), and Heath Ledger proved he can actually play a character as well as flashing his face around the screen and smiling. I fully reccommend it as good clean laughs, almost out of the Carry On genre at times, that everyone should be able to enjoy. Go watch.
Sunday was supposed to involve Emma going to the larp, but we decided that we had enjoyed ourselves so much so far that we didn't quite want it to end yet and went for a shopping stroll round Bath. She got me to buy a pair of jeans for the first time in my life (being a chino man normally, I tended to find jeans uncomfortable, but these were quite good - no more than I suppose I should expect from M&S), we had lunch at Café Nero and then I got an education in precisely how picky she can be at jewellery shopping. Work to be done there, I can see.
Returning home, we watched the home-grown version of Oklahoma and I felt nostalgic for the days when BUSMS was actually quite good - and the words "piss-up" and "brewery" did not figure in their organisational structure - before briefly meeting the larp crew in the pub, finding out we were too late for food and heading home to get pizza and watch the D&D movie (more Jeremy Irons sending himself up - we were on a roll).
That was the last weekend we will be able to spend together for quite some time, and it went spectacularly well. I enjoyed every moment of it and look forward to the time we can do it again.
In other news, having seen just how cheap perfectly decent used cars can be and now having someone to drive around, I'm probably going to get myself on the road in the next six months. Luckily, my dad being the excellent driver he is, I shouldn't need to buy driving lessons from scratch. That'll probably save as much money as I was about to spend in the first place.
So went the moniker that will be attached to this weekend for as long as memory remains.
Emma and I spent the entirety of the weekend together, from Friday evening once I got home to this morning when she left for lectures. Such things are good for the soul, and everything else as well.
Friday night was spent utterly failing to knock over a bank in Shadowrun. Tiny, Talks (spelling may be incorrect - apologies to Steve if it is), Vielle and Springs - otherwise known as myself,
drabbit, cheekychipmunk and indigogecko respectively - are making a nod in the direction of the OOC heist of the month and trying to borrow the bank manager's family in order that he will walk us into the vault without a fight. This failed miserably in customary fashion for Tim's games when their apartment was shut up tighter than the bank itself and armed with intelligent turrets. How about that...Emma's role in all of this was originally taking the piss as Viel's thinking PDA, but got so many laughs doing it that Tim liked the idea and now she is going to be actually playing as it in future. She's being statted as a palmtop computer containing a construct of a flatlined decker - very much taking off Dixie from Neuromancer - with TJ's computing stats. With the exception of her being functionally inert in meatbod fights and grey ICE acting as black to her, I see no reason why she can't succeed as the team's decker.
Saturday was spent enjoying a walk in the woods and taking the odd photograph. It was nice to explore the larp forest a little more deeply without actually being part of a game and having somewhere in it to go. I got the most wonderful photograph of Emma looking out over the view on the back hillside, with the sun behind her profile. Very nice.
We got back just in time to catch most of England losing hold of the Calcutta Cup in most embarrassing fashion. Losing is one thing, but losing to Scotland was far worse. We drowned those sorrows in a meal at the Rajpoot - glorious as always - before watching Casanova at the Odeon. I was expecting this to be a tacky attempt at being funny, but it was actually very good indeed. The cast (mainly British) all give a good comical account of themselves - Jeremy Irons sporting a buzzcut for the ages being a particular highlight ("Your virginity can, in exchange, be returned to you." "You can do that?" "My dear, we are the Catholic Church..."), and Heath Ledger proved he can actually play a character as well as flashing his face around the screen and smiling. I fully reccommend it as good clean laughs, almost out of the Carry On genre at times, that everyone should be able to enjoy. Go watch.
Sunday was supposed to involve Emma going to the larp, but we decided that we had enjoyed ourselves so much so far that we didn't quite want it to end yet and went for a shopping stroll round Bath. She got me to buy a pair of jeans for the first time in my life (being a chino man normally, I tended to find jeans uncomfortable, but these were quite good - no more than I suppose I should expect from M&S), we had lunch at Café Nero and then I got an education in precisely how picky she can be at jewellery shopping. Work to be done there, I can see.
Returning home, we watched the home-grown version of Oklahoma and I felt nostalgic for the days when BUSMS was actually quite good - and the words "piss-up" and "brewery" did not figure in their organisational structure - before briefly meeting the larp crew in the pub, finding out we were too late for food and heading home to get pizza and watch the D&D movie (more Jeremy Irons sending himself up - we were on a roll).
That was the last weekend we will be able to spend together for quite some time, and it went spectacularly well. I enjoyed every moment of it and look forward to the time we can do it again.
In other news, having seen just how cheap perfectly decent used cars can be and now having someone to drive around, I'm probably going to get myself on the road in the next six months. Luckily, my dad being the excellent driver he is, I shouldn't need to buy driving lessons from scratch. That'll probably save as much money as I was about to spend in the first place.
