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...propping open fire doors for ventilation when you work in a building in which the occupants are probably better trained than the fire service at dealing with emergency evacuation procedures.
Yes, it's bloody warm in here. At least there's some cloud cover today.
I forgot to mention that at moot two I passed out as an LT marshal. Not sure whether to celebrate, or bemoan even less IC time.
I'm now fully moved in at Upper East Hayes - or as fully moved in as is possible when your bed and wardrobe haven't arrived yet. My brand new clothing rack in lieu of the wardrobe managed to hold my shirts, trousers and formal attire for approximately forty eight hours before cracking at both ends and depositing everything onto the floor. What can I say - the cheapest from Argos...
Last night was the first in an Jon's experimental tabletop where the party become Abyssal Exalted after one failed mission as vampire hunters in a World of Darkness-shaped Bath-Bristol area (which of course really isn't what the Exalted world evolved into). The jumping between rulebooks confused people for a while, but a long combat sorted out the hybrid mechanics and we're shaping up for an novel and decidedly nasty game. The party (Tim playing a petty hitman, Pete a "wizard" who bought his spellbooks from WHSmith, Dan an archivist with wild hair, and me as an all mouth and no trousers wannabe mass-murderer) all duly got our weedy little human asses kicked by an on-the-fly statted hundred and sixty two year old vampire. Just as the last of us dropped (Dan's Lavinia outright died) and the vampire admired his handiwork, things paused with the hammer in the act of falling and we all went away to exalt our stats for next week. Yay for playing a cyclepath who can now indulge his number one fantasy of killing things with no fear of retribution.
Tomorrow, various luvvies congregate in Chafford Hundred for Caroline's birthday party murder mystery weekend. Three statless tantamount-to larps played by various members of the acting society should make for an interesting weekend - whether or not they do is an entirely different matter. How much they get into it will probably be down to how much they drink, how much of the famed BUST 'scandal' gets in the way (the main mongers aren't present so we might get away with it) and how willing to 'lower' themselves to it they are. Getting any of them interested enough to start larping regularly is probably right out of it - the vast majority of all stage performers I know turn their noses right up when the notion is suggested to them. The only ones who don't are those who already do both.
That should say something to them, but it's always conveniently ignored. Their sorry loss.
Yes, it's bloody warm in here. At least there's some cloud cover today.
I forgot to mention that at moot two I passed out as an LT marshal. Not sure whether to celebrate, or bemoan even less IC time.
I'm now fully moved in at Upper East Hayes - or as fully moved in as is possible when your bed and wardrobe haven't arrived yet. My brand new clothing rack in lieu of the wardrobe managed to hold my shirts, trousers and formal attire for approximately forty eight hours before cracking at both ends and depositing everything onto the floor. What can I say - the cheapest from Argos...
Last night was the first in an Jon's experimental tabletop where the party become Abyssal Exalted after one failed mission as vampire hunters in a World of Darkness-shaped Bath-Bristol area (which of course really isn't what the Exalted world evolved into). The jumping between rulebooks confused people for a while, but a long combat sorted out the hybrid mechanics and we're shaping up for an novel and decidedly nasty game. The party (Tim playing a petty hitman, Pete a "wizard" who bought his spellbooks from WHSmith, Dan an archivist with wild hair, and me as an all mouth and no trousers wannabe mass-murderer) all duly got our weedy little human asses kicked by an on-the-fly statted hundred and sixty two year old vampire. Just as the last of us dropped (Dan's Lavinia outright died) and the vampire admired his handiwork, things paused with the hammer in the act of falling and we all went away to exalt our stats for next week. Yay for playing a cyclepath who can now indulge his number one fantasy of killing things with no fear of retribution.
Tomorrow, various luvvies congregate in Chafford Hundred for Caroline's birthday party murder mystery weekend. Three statless tantamount-to larps played by various members of the acting society should make for an interesting weekend - whether or not they do is an entirely different matter. How much they get into it will probably be down to how much they drink, how much of the famed BUST 'scandal' gets in the way (the main mongers aren't present so we might get away with it) and how willing to 'lower' themselves to it they are. Getting any of them interested enough to start larping regularly is probably right out of it - the vast majority of all stage performers I know turn their noses right up when the notion is suggested to them. The only ones who don't are those who already do both.
That should say something to them, but it's always conveniently ignored. Their sorry loss.
