Ups and downs
Three large garbage bags of stuff were tossed from the Madrigal trailer, and almost as much exiled to our fearless leader's basement. It's much easier to put everything away neatly now, and there's room for things that deserve it to be promoted from "stuffed in a bag in a corner" to "sharing a labeled bin". Yay!
On the down side, I did not get to look at the collections of shiny objects, even the ones I wanted to inventory, because the first few times I did I kept getting distracted by them --- oooh, what's THAT one for? -- and ... didn't quite get them taken away from me, but probably would've if I'd kept that up. On the up side, I did sort through the locks-and-traps bin, and the boxes-and-traps bin, and someone else sorted through the bin that *actually* had most of the locks and traps in it, and all of it wound up in properly labeled bins. I now have a much better idea of what rogue props there are and where to find them. I didn't bring any tools, though (probably just as well, or I would've been horribly distracted again), so I'll have to go back some other time to try to get various of the locks open. Some of them aren't familiar types at all, so that may be exciting.
I feel much more tired the amount of physical labor I did justifies. Admittedly, there was also a lot of being-in-transit, which I find wearing, but that's mental tiredness, and I had stuff to do on the train to distract me from it. The river of people at North Station when I hopped off the train was disconcerting. Based on the favored modes of attire, I'd have to say a basketball game had just ended. I let four green line trains go by because I didn't feel like being a sardine.
Evil device junior proved its worth today in spades by making it possible for me to negotiate times for getting the stopped drain looked at with the landlady and the handyman while on the train and out in the 'burbs. Three cheers for evil device junior! It still startles me when it rings, though.
And it finally occurred to me today that the thing I hate most about writing Assassin games -- casting -- doesn't exist in Madrigal-style (should that be NERO-style?) boffer larps. I boggle at times how much I'm coming from an alien culture having "grown up" in the Guild, given that the whole lot of us larpers are one tiny little corner of gamer-geekdom.
Now, sewing and sleep.
On the down side, I did not get to look at the collections of shiny objects, even the ones I wanted to inventory, because the first few times I did I kept getting distracted by them --- oooh, what's THAT one for? -- and ... didn't quite get them taken away from me, but probably would've if I'd kept that up. On the up side, I did sort through the locks-and-traps bin, and the boxes-and-traps bin, and someone else sorted through the bin that *actually* had most of the locks and traps in it, and all of it wound up in properly labeled bins. I now have a much better idea of what rogue props there are and where to find them. I didn't bring any tools, though (probably just as well, or I would've been horribly distracted again), so I'll have to go back some other time to try to get various of the locks open. Some of them aren't familiar types at all, so that may be exciting.
I feel much more tired the amount of physical labor I did justifies. Admittedly, there was also a lot of being-in-transit, which I find wearing, but that's mental tiredness, and I had stuff to do on the train to distract me from it. The river of people at North Station when I hopped off the train was disconcerting. Based on the favored modes of attire, I'd have to say a basketball game had just ended. I let four green line trains go by because I didn't feel like being a sardine.
Evil device junior proved its worth today in spades by making it possible for me to negotiate times for getting the stopped drain looked at with the landlady and the handyman while on the train and out in the 'burbs. Three cheers for evil device junior! It still startles me when it rings, though.
And it finally occurred to me today that the thing I hate most about writing Assassin games -- casting -- doesn't exist in Madrigal-style (should that be NERO-style?) boffer larps. I boggle at times how much I'm coming from an alien culture having "grown up" in the Guild, given that the whole lot of us larpers are one tiny little corner of gamer-geekdom.
Now, sewing and sleep.