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So gaming night was last night, and by the time I got home, I was literally falling asleep while trying to start reading City of Ashes. (Also, is it bad that I am attempting to replace my lazy use of <i> enough that I put in a macro to replace ctrl+i with emphasis tags?) So I got sleep. Lots of sleep. I am happy with the amount of sleep I got.
Gaming was fun. I brought Thalia with me, so I was able to take notes on my part of the gaming as it happened, although I was too exhausted to do so for the other parts of the game. The laptop tray was also a good place to roll dice. (Yes, I use an Ikea tray to rest my laptop on. I may someday look at the prospect of making a proper thingamajig.)
Mary (my character) got scolded for unintentionally using her magic in dangerous ways. She was really wanting to be able to get through the wall that had just kidnapped a werewolf. (Technocracy building. Not a good place to be hanging out.) Soooo the wall cracked. A lot. And then she blasted a door. Woops. So the mage she was with called her out. "I'm sorry!" she said. "I just ... wanted the door to open."
"Well, stop wanting stuff!" he told her crossly.
The next obstacle up was a very dark hallway. Under the circumstances, while Mary isn't normally scared of the dark, she was scared of this dark. Keeping in mind the direction to not do stupid stuff, Mary very quietly wanted to have left a flashlight in her pocket.
Not only did she find a small flashlight (the GM said mini maglite, but I figured it was probably an LED keychain light) but I got an extra XP on the spot for a job well-done.
It is now time for me to head out to the signing.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thegraybook and another author will be there. I have been a brat to the local portion of the Mortal Instruments list, and declared that I will be there -- and they will know me should they see me there, as I will be "the one in black holding a book". I'm sure a few people in my friendslist will be able to discern the problem with this description, even though it is a faithful description of me.
Gaming was fun. I brought Thalia with me, so I was able to take notes on my part of the gaming as it happened, although I was too exhausted to do so for the other parts of the game. The laptop tray was also a good place to roll dice. (Yes, I use an Ikea tray to rest my laptop on. I may someday look at the prospect of making a proper thingamajig.)
Mary (my character) got scolded for unintentionally using her magic in dangerous ways. She was really wanting to be able to get through the wall that had just kidnapped a werewolf. (Technocracy building. Not a good place to be hanging out.) Soooo the wall cracked. A lot. And then she blasted a door. Woops. So the mage she was with called her out. "I'm sorry!" she said. "I just ... wanted the door to open."
"Well, stop wanting stuff!" he told her crossly.
The next obstacle up was a very dark hallway. Under the circumstances, while Mary isn't normally scared of the dark, she was scared of this dark. Keeping in mind the direction to not do stupid stuff, Mary very quietly wanted to have left a flashlight in her pocket.
Not only did she find a small flashlight (the GM said mini maglite, but I figured it was probably an LED keychain light) but I got an extra XP on the spot for a job well-done.
It is now time for me to head out to the signing.
thegraybook and another author will be there. I have been a brat to the local portion of the Mortal Instruments list, and declared that I will be there -- and they will know me should they see me there, as I will be "the one in black holding a book". I'm sure a few people in my friendslist will be able to discern the problem with this description, even though it is a faithful description of me.Notes from Monday night's gaming
Apr. 2nd, 2008 07:11 pmThey number their Jameses.
Ryan head-butted the dog.
"Are you rolling my dice in a Jack-in-the-Box container?!? I REFUSE!!" -- Greg, to Bubba, who was indeed rolling the dice into a Jack-in-the-Box mozzarella sticks box.
"Are you BITING my boyfriend?" Bubba to Bridget's player. (She was. She kept doing it.)
Greg stuck a plastic spoon to my arm.
"How do you come from work and not have your dice? It's 'bring your dice to work' day!" -- Greg
"We don't celebrate that." -- James2
"I am without a muppet."
Conversation about the dog:
"What's he eating?"
[indistinct]
"Ass is not yummy."
"I am the horizontal genie." -- Greg, who was "sitting" cross-legged on the floor ... on his back. James2 made commentary about smoke coming out his ass.
"I'm a lemming! Portable!"
"I don't even have a dreamy loving side. I think I ate it one morning." -- Greg
I wrote a note on my notepad to Bridget's player: It's so lonely being female. There was agreement.
Ryan head-butted the dog.
"Are you rolling my dice in a Jack-in-the-Box container?!? I REFUSE!!" -- Greg, to Bubba, who was indeed rolling the dice into a Jack-in-the-Box mozzarella sticks box.
"Are you BITING my boyfriend?" Bubba to Bridget's player. (She was. She kept doing it.)
Greg stuck a plastic spoon to my arm.
"How do you come from work and not have your dice? It's 'bring your dice to work' day!" -- Greg
"We don't celebrate that." -- James2
"I am without a muppet."
Conversation about the dog:
"What's he eating?"
[indistinct]
"Ass is not yummy."
"I am the horizontal genie." -- Greg, who was "sitting" cross-legged on the floor ... on his back. James2 made commentary about smoke coming out his ass.
"I'm a lemming! Portable!"
"I don't even have a dreamy loving side. I think I ate it one morning." -- Greg
I wrote a note on my notepad to Bridget's player: It's so lonely being female. There was agreement.
So! About that weekend!
Mar. 31st, 2008 10:24 amSo, one of my buddies finally managed to insist that I game. I showed up (belatedly, as I'd been getting bad sleep, and then I had to refuel Vash, and then there were some complications parking) and got an enthusiastic hug from the dog (part-Husky, part-wolf, with maybe some German Shepherd in the back end) (the surprise to me is the German Shepherd, because a rather lot of sled dogs have wolf somewhere in their geneset) and sat in on the tail end of something, where someone's vampire got up on stage in the club with the band that was performing, set himself on fire by way of temporarily becoming a small star, incinerated Evanescence, the audience, the club, and everybody except his other vampire-buddy who was there, pissed off a local demigoddess type, got dismembered by her but held onto his blood, and used his buddy as a mage-puppet to create a Sanctuary and obliterate the meddling person.
I'm starting out as a mortal. We pulled together character sheets. Mine is out in my car still.
Some of writers group will know who I mean when I say that she's Mary, from Hell's Angel. Amazingly enough, some of the concepts from the story fit nicely into the GM's plans; he cackled maniacally when I mentioned the Neutral Denny's.
Mary is an elementary schoolteacher, and she has just commenced on the ride of her life.
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I'm starting out as a mortal. We pulled together character sheets. Mine is out in my car still.
Some of writers group will know who I mean when I say that she's Mary, from Hell's Angel. Amazingly enough, some of the concepts from the story fit nicely into the GM's plans; he cackled maniacally when I mentioned the Neutral Denny's.
Mary is an elementary schoolteacher, and she has just commenced on the ride of her life.
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