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Well, I Was Right...
Oct. 16th, 2006 10:29 am...that was a very relaxing weekend.
Friday evening commenced with Emma arriving, sausages, potato bakes and other associated food being devoured, and her claiming a corner of my room as her wardrobe. So it began.
Emma is sticking to a rule of where she has spare time, she spends it working, so she headed off to campus on Saturday morning while I wandered around Morrisons getting various things for the weekend's feasting. It's amazing how many roast potatoes you can get out of one big one.
I headed up to campus that afternoon for what we hoped would be a genning session for enough people to push BLADES membership into the "existent" section of the union's personal yardstick. On the up side, we had someone turn up who was very enthusiastic and got lots of one to one conversation about the system and their ideas. Unfortunately, she was by herself. One person, with about ten people advising. At least she saw that we were enthusiastic as well.
Dinner for the evening was roast turkey with enough trimmings to overflow the plate for her, breaded pollock for me (after I culdn't find a steak I liked the look of within my budget).
As a side note, Emma enjoys watching EQ2! She even wanted to give it a try with her own character. I sense an acolyte on the horizon once she's finished her degree.
Sunday's LARP was interesting, in the "curious" sense of the word. Huge, long faffs that really can't be laid at the feet of the monsters, as we all tried to work out who had been hit where by what in the first really serious "this blow is outstripping my armour" fight of the season, were the order of the day. Nimbus got to be a star player for a brief moment, while everyone else (with the exception of the brand-new-to-larp-yet-awesomely-professional-and-welcome-on-any-patrol-my-characters-go-on scout crew) got rolled. Lacking the ability to interact with the world under near cloudless skies, there was just enough cover to allow him to recognise un-naturals shambling towards him brandishing weapons, and after a brief collapse from twenty-five life damage (quadruple overcast plus associated casting damage), waded immune and effective into the center of a monster encounter that minced the rest of the party, stabbing things with lightning bolts and confusing zombies. I doubt I'll get to do that for much longer as drain life, harm and unholy words start to pepper the players, but it was fun to do so once, going into an encounter and realising after about thirty seconds "no, nothing here can hurt me".
As the skies sleared completely, Nimbus lost all sense of what was going on, and I sort of did as well. The idea was to investigate a couple of villages that had reported strange things happening before checking in on the new grove. This involved beating up chaotic frog men, and trying to stop a village of barbarians and one that welcomed half elves from accusing each other of stealing their children (I'm quite proud that I worked out what had happened, even if Nimbus wasn't aware of what was going on and I couldn't tell anyone). There were some not-quite-gypsies that stole things using undead decoys, and lots of fey. Fey don't get any response from Nimbus, being magical, so that was a bit ineffectual, but I was genuinely relieved to get to the grove and gain some semblance of coherency. Almost entirely ignoring everything, especially when everything is large numbers of squeaky things squeaking at you, is surprisingly hard work.
We then roasted pork tenderloins in olive oil, garlic, thyme, balsamic vinegar and Worcester sauce. Oh yes.
This week is shaping up busily. I'm still looking for a job, having applied to several more places this morning and got fobbed off by the temp consultant at SJC, I have Chris coming down for a drink on Tuesday before heading off to an evening tour of the magic circle headquarters in London, and on Thursday I head home to (finally) get my hair cut and watch mum's latest show.
Then I go to the Unicorns event. Oh yeah, suppose I should book that.
Friday evening commenced with Emma arriving, sausages, potato bakes and other associated food being devoured, and her claiming a corner of my room as her wardrobe. So it began.
Emma is sticking to a rule of where she has spare time, she spends it working, so she headed off to campus on Saturday morning while I wandered around Morrisons getting various things for the weekend's feasting. It's amazing how many roast potatoes you can get out of one big one.
I headed up to campus that afternoon for what we hoped would be a genning session for enough people to push BLADES membership into the "existent" section of the union's personal yardstick. On the up side, we had someone turn up who was very enthusiastic and got lots of one to one conversation about the system and their ideas. Unfortunately, she was by herself. One person, with about ten people advising. At least she saw that we were enthusiastic as well.
Dinner for the evening was roast turkey with enough trimmings to overflow the plate for her, breaded pollock for me (after I culdn't find a steak I liked the look of within my budget).
As a side note, Emma enjoys watching EQ2! She even wanted to give it a try with her own character. I sense an acolyte on the horizon once she's finished her degree.
Sunday's LARP was interesting, in the "curious" sense of the word. Huge, long faffs that really can't be laid at the feet of the monsters, as we all tried to work out who had been hit where by what in the first really serious "this blow is outstripping my armour" fight of the season, were the order of the day. Nimbus got to be a star player for a brief moment, while everyone else (with the exception of the brand-new-to-larp-yet-awesomely-professional-and-welcome-on-any-patrol-my-characters-go-on scout crew) got rolled. Lacking the ability to interact with the world under near cloudless skies, there was just enough cover to allow him to recognise un-naturals shambling towards him brandishing weapons, and after a brief collapse from twenty-five life damage (quadruple overcast plus associated casting damage), waded immune and effective into the center of a monster encounter that minced the rest of the party, stabbing things with lightning bolts and confusing zombies. I doubt I'll get to do that for much longer as drain life, harm and unholy words start to pepper the players, but it was fun to do so once, going into an encounter and realising after about thirty seconds "no, nothing here can hurt me".
As the skies sleared completely, Nimbus lost all sense of what was going on, and I sort of did as well. The idea was to investigate a couple of villages that had reported strange things happening before checking in on the new grove. This involved beating up chaotic frog men, and trying to stop a village of barbarians and one that welcomed half elves from accusing each other of stealing their children (I'm quite proud that I worked out what had happened, even if Nimbus wasn't aware of what was going on and I couldn't tell anyone). There were some not-quite-gypsies that stole things using undead decoys, and lots of fey. Fey don't get any response from Nimbus, being magical, so that was a bit ineffectual, but I was genuinely relieved to get to the grove and gain some semblance of coherency. Almost entirely ignoring everything, especially when everything is large numbers of squeaky things squeaking at you, is surprisingly hard work.
We then roasted pork tenderloins in olive oil, garlic, thyme, balsamic vinegar and Worcester sauce. Oh yes.
This week is shaping up busily. I'm still looking for a job, having applied to several more places this morning and got fobbed off by the temp consultant at SJC, I have Chris coming down for a drink on Tuesday before heading off to an evening tour of the magic circle headquarters in London, and on Thursday I head home to (finally) get my hair cut and watch mum's latest show.
Then I go to the Unicorns event. Oh yeah, suppose I should book that.
