Crooning Kitty, Hidden Mages
Yet another weekend, because I seem to still be allowed them.
Friday night I enjoyed my newly-combat-useful character by not having any combat. We had a roleplaying-intense session where my main contribution was noticing that the giant ruby was magical and letting the meat shield touch it anyway. The bard nearly died again, as bards are wont to do.
Saturday was mostly worthless. I headed into Somerville to deposit checks and meet qarylla between work and knitting group. I succeeded in both of those, but in the process also managed to catch a wrong bus, fail to find a small piece of home goods at Home Depot and carry 7 pairs of pants for hours because the tailor I was planning to take them to was not there despite my showing up during the posted business hours. qarylla skipped knitting, and we had an extra-boring evening.
Sunday I managed to sleep late for the first time in forever, which was immediately followed by a frenzy of shopping and cleaning. airuvande came over after she got off work, and we did preludes for the Mage game she is going to run that has no home yet. I am very excited about this, which is only slightly tempered because I will never get to hear people butcher "Jaime".
We finally got to bed around 11:30, and barely nodded off before we heard something that qarylla described at the time as "the sound of a drill, followed by a cat being tortured". We got up and checked on the fuzzball, but found nothing, so back to bed. It started again withing a minute, and now that we were up, we could identify Saru-chan's voice, as well as that of another cat outside the window. qarylla got up and looked through the bedroom window to see them conversing through the glass, and then went into the other room. The other cat ran as soon as it saw her, and did not return. Some jokes about how a spayed cat would mate with one through glass who may or may not be of the opposite gender preceded too-short sleep for the humans.
Friday night I enjoyed my newly-combat-useful character by not having any combat. We had a roleplaying-intense session where my main contribution was noticing that the giant ruby was magical and letting the meat shield touch it anyway. The bard nearly died again, as bards are wont to do.
Saturday was mostly worthless. I headed into Somerville to deposit checks and meet qarylla between work and knitting group. I succeeded in both of those, but in the process also managed to catch a wrong bus, fail to find a small piece of home goods at Home Depot and carry 7 pairs of pants for hours because the tailor I was planning to take them to was not there despite my showing up during the posted business hours. qarylla skipped knitting, and we had an extra-boring evening.
Sunday I managed to sleep late for the first time in forever, which was immediately followed by a frenzy of shopping and cleaning. airuvande came over after she got off work, and we did preludes for the Mage game she is going to run that has no home yet. I am very excited about this, which is only slightly tempered because I will never get to hear people butcher "Jaime".
We finally got to bed around 11:30, and barely nodded off before we heard something that qarylla described at the time as "the sound of a drill, followed by a cat being tortured". We got up and checked on the fuzzball, but found nothing, so back to bed. It started again withing a minute, and now that we were up, we could identify Saru-chan's voice, as well as that of another cat outside the window. qarylla got up and looked through the bedroom window to see them conversing through the glass, and then went into the other room. The other cat ran as soon as it saw her, and did not return. Some jokes about how a spayed cat would mate with one through glass who may or may not be of the opposite gender preceded too-short sleep for the humans.