KapCon: Sanctuary
Man, that larp was huge! Sixty-five players. There were whole threads of interaction that I had only the barest idea of, and others that slipped right past. Ruprella was a highlight, as were the barbarians. Had a ball. Tired now.
I was terribly charming and bouncy, won the Performer's Competition, correctly identified one of the divine presences (and did something about it) before anyone else, positively affected other character's lives, and failed at my personal plot and ended by taking my own life, pathetically, in a corner. Rather tragic, but it seemed a fitting way to go.
I had a bit of time before the larp to acquire a body of singable whatsits for various situations. Most of them were shamelessly cribbed and reworked from existing material, but I had fun with them and am keeping a record. You may read if you wish:
Cygnus the Navigator's Fourteenth Song of Drunkenness
Drink down the moon. She desires this
and dances, scattering tart sweatdrops.
Would that I might touch her, trace
her form with tasting hands. Yet,
lying here, I look on lightfulness
and so imbibe her with my eyes.
The Lament of Myfanwy Mac Lir
Silent, O Moyle, be the roar of thy waters
Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose
While murmuring mournfully Lir's lonely daughter
Tells to the night stars her tale of woes.
When will the swan, joyfully singing
Warm this isle with laughter and love?
When will I silently winging
Leave again, the stormy world to rove?
Sadly, O Moyle, to thy winter wave weeping
I cannot languish long ages away.
Still in the darkness all the world lies sleeping
Fearsome the dawning - I leave with the day!
When will a bright swan, wildly flying
Rise above to a sea of stars?
When will I, with the dark tide sighing
Find an end to all my lonely years?
O'Reilly's Daughter
As I was sitting by the fire,
Talking to O'Reilly's daughter,
Suddenly, a thought came into my mind -
I'd like to dance with O'Reilly's daughter
Giddy-i-ay, giddy-i-ay, giddy-i-ay for the One-Eyed Reilly
Giddy-i-ay, BANG BANG BANG, play it on a big brass drum
For Reilly beat the big brass drum
He had a taste for blood and slaughter
He kept his tiny crimson eye
Pointed straight at his beautiful daughter
Giddy...
I clasped the lady 'bout the waist
I kissed her where they say you oughta
(Better mumble this line just in case)
And soon we sailed on the surging water
Giddy...
Maidens if you have a mind
To dance a jig with a One-eyed Reilly
Remember there is more than one kind
Of kisses that will leave you smily
Giddy-i-ay, giddy-i-ay, singin' ta hell with old one-eyed Reilly
Giddy-i-ay, BANG BANG BANG, play it on a big brass drum.
High Fly the Osprey-O
I'll sing you One-O, high fly the osprey-o
What is your one-o?
One is one and all alone and ever more shall be so
Two, two the sailor-boys, wearing their big britches-O
Three, three the lo-o-o-vers
Four for the quarters of the wind
Five for the symbols on my stern
Six for the six great sailors
Seven for Pleiades in the sky
Eight for the April Rainers
Nine for the moonlight clear and bright
Ten for the great big idjit
'Leven for the temptress of great evil
Twelve for the captain-who-will-probably-be-upset-to-be-horned-in-a-public-song-like-this-but-screw-it...
He is Sweet and Good (free trans of "Il Est Bel Et Bon")
Two countrywomen sat at leisure,
Speaking of their husbands. One said,
"Mine is sweet and good!
For all day long he gives my chickens food
While I take my pleasure."
Cluck cluck cluck
The pullet and the little cock
He is sweet and good
Cluck cluck cluck
I, ah, have a lot of time when my hands are busy and my mind is largely free to occupy itself as it will. As happens, I forgot all about the osprey song. Some of the above were to make a point, some were for the performance competition, and some just for fun. And I had a lot of fun with my base and shameless cribbing of other people's songs and poetry, hee. Er, the Moon one is an original, if anyone is interested.
Oh, and, uh, one the Player's Choice Award. Go figure.
I was terribly charming and bouncy, won the Performer's Competition, correctly identified one of the divine presences (and did something about it) before anyone else, positively affected other character's lives, and failed at my personal plot and ended by taking my own life, pathetically, in a corner. Rather tragic, but it seemed a fitting way to go.
I had a bit of time before the larp to acquire a body of singable whatsits for various situations. Most of them were shamelessly cribbed and reworked from existing material, but I had fun with them and am keeping a record. You may read if you wish:
Cygnus the Navigator's Fourteenth Song of Drunkenness
Drink down the moon. She desires this
and dances, scattering tart sweatdrops.
Would that I might touch her, trace
her form with tasting hands. Yet,
lying here, I look on lightfulness
and so imbibe her with my eyes.
The Lament of Myfanwy Mac Lir
Silent, O Moyle, be the roar of thy waters
Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose
While murmuring mournfully Lir's lonely daughter
Tells to the night stars her tale of woes.
When will the swan, joyfully singing
Warm this isle with laughter and love?
When will I silently winging
Leave again, the stormy world to rove?
Sadly, O Moyle, to thy winter wave weeping
I cannot languish long ages away.
Still in the darkness all the world lies sleeping
Fearsome the dawning - I leave with the day!
When will a bright swan, wildly flying
Rise above to a sea of stars?
When will I, with the dark tide sighing
Find an end to all my lonely years?
O'Reilly's Daughter
As I was sitting by the fire,
Talking to O'Reilly's daughter,
Suddenly, a thought came into my mind -
I'd like to dance with O'Reilly's daughter
Giddy-i-ay, giddy-i-ay, giddy-i-ay for the One-Eyed Reilly
Giddy-i-ay, BANG BANG BANG, play it on a big brass drum
For Reilly beat the big brass drum
He had a taste for blood and slaughter
He kept his tiny crimson eye
Pointed straight at his beautiful daughter
Giddy...
I clasped the lady 'bout the waist
I kissed her where they say you oughta
(Better mumble this line just in case)
And soon we sailed on the surging water
Giddy...
Maidens if you have a mind
To dance a jig with a One-eyed Reilly
Remember there is more than one kind
Of kisses that will leave you smily
Giddy-i-ay, giddy-i-ay, singin' ta hell with old one-eyed Reilly
Giddy-i-ay, BANG BANG BANG, play it on a big brass drum.
High Fly the Osprey-O
I'll sing you One-O, high fly the osprey-o
What is your one-o?
One is one and all alone and ever more shall be so
Two, two the sailor-boys, wearing their big britches-O
Three, three the lo-o-o-vers
Four for the quarters of the wind
Five for the symbols on my stern
Six for the six great sailors
Seven for Pleiades in the sky
Eight for the April Rainers
Nine for the moonlight clear and bright
Ten for the great big idjit
'Leven for the temptress of great evil
Twelve for the captain-who-will-probably-be-upset-to-be-horned-in-a-public-song-like-this-but-screw-it...
He is Sweet and Good (free trans of "Il Est Bel Et Bon")
Two countrywomen sat at leisure,
Speaking of their husbands. One said,
"Mine is sweet and good!
For all day long he gives my chickens food
While I take my pleasure."
Cluck cluck cluck
The pullet and the little cock
He is sweet and good
Cluck cluck cluck
I, ah, have a lot of time when my hands are busy and my mind is largely free to occupy itself as it will. As happens, I forgot all about the osprey song. Some of the above were to make a point, some were for the performance competition, and some just for fun. And I had a lot of fun with my base and shameless cribbing of other people's songs and poetry, hee. Er, the Moon one is an original, if anyone is interested.
Oh, and, uh, one the Player's Choice Award. Go figure.