Today's happenings
Slept through my classes, again.
The Wizard ran Mage tonight with myself, both Sams, Chris, Eben, and Rodrigo. We blew up a subway station in New York City's Chinatown to kill a Lasombra and his 4 buddies after Chris electrocuted one by tossing a quarter on the third rail and amping the electricity. We destroyed an import-export business and chased five or six Nos in Cloak the Gathering into an ambush with incendiary bullets. We killed a four-armed Tzimisce, his two Nos buddies, and his Lasombra butt-buddy in the sewers of New York--all to keep the various Sabbat in the city busy while Big Important People used a three-night ritual to put Tzimisce himself back to sleep before he could, you know, wake up and destroy everything a la Gehenna.
Then, we got arrested by the Technocracy and put in nice, padded cells. Sam S was spoken to calmly and quietly, she talked about science with the Techno psychiatrist, and was given thorazine. Chris calmly talked about geometry as philosophy as the base for the Order of Hermes, and was given thorazine. Rodrigo repeatedly demanded a lawyer. Sam N bit herself to draw blood and was unable to do nifty Lilith-based magick in the Technos' holding facility, so they restrained her by binding her hand and foot to a gurney. Eben, meanwhile, had gotten first-degree burns all over him and was in the hospital having had a doctor with apparent Forces fake his death so he could be quietly fixed elsewhere and get the Technos off him.
Oh, and me? Yes, well, that. My little Sleepwalker has been researching ceremonial magick, and true to Dave-form, came up with some really cool book that melted her computer when she tried to run its Hebrew sidenotes through a translation program. Apparently this book was intended to turn me barabbus, but at any rate. The Techno psychiatrist came in and calmly asked me what I was doing with a bunch of psychotics and sociopaths. I gently explained that (as a reporter with Fame 2) I was thinking of doing a report on undiagnosed and untreated mental illness in the United States, and this was a pre-work impression-gathering type deal. The Techno asked me what my impressions were. I said that these people appeared to believe in magic that was neither stage magic, Wicca/Neo-Pagan magic, nor medieval ceremonial magic. I also said that odd things seemed to happen around them. The Techno shrugged, decided I was normal, and wandered away. Rock the fuck on for a Sleepwalker.
Yes, overall, a fucking amazing game. And we all now know that Sam N has bloodbound herself to Set and been ghouled by him. Yes, Set. As in, the antediluvian. Yay for Dave's world of wacky Mage shit.
Other than that, I started reading The Orphans' Survival Guide: A Handbook For the Magickally Fucked. If Dave isn't here next year to run his Mage chron, I wanna do one. And even if he is, I might run it. I'm getting bizarre and wonderful ideas.
But now I am tired, and it is nearly time for bed.
Also, once again, Searle is fucking worthless! Stupid cunts giving me meds for a cough when the problem is my throat....
And I'm starting to wonder if I pinched a nerve in my neck or something :(
The Wizard ran Mage tonight with myself, both Sams, Chris, Eben, and Rodrigo. We blew up a subway station in New York City's Chinatown to kill a Lasombra and his 4 buddies after Chris electrocuted one by tossing a quarter on the third rail and amping the electricity. We destroyed an import-export business and chased five or six Nos in Cloak the Gathering into an ambush with incendiary bullets. We killed a four-armed Tzimisce, his two Nos buddies, and his Lasombra butt-buddy in the sewers of New York--all to keep the various Sabbat in the city busy while Big Important People used a three-night ritual to put Tzimisce himself back to sleep before he could, you know, wake up and destroy everything a la Gehenna.
Then, we got arrested by the Technocracy and put in nice, padded cells. Sam S was spoken to calmly and quietly, she talked about science with the Techno psychiatrist, and was given thorazine. Chris calmly talked about geometry as philosophy as the base for the Order of Hermes, and was given thorazine. Rodrigo repeatedly demanded a lawyer. Sam N bit herself to draw blood and was unable to do nifty Lilith-based magick in the Technos' holding facility, so they restrained her by binding her hand and foot to a gurney. Eben, meanwhile, had gotten first-degree burns all over him and was in the hospital having had a doctor with apparent Forces fake his death so he could be quietly fixed elsewhere and get the Technos off him.
Oh, and me? Yes, well, that. My little Sleepwalker has been researching ceremonial magick, and true to Dave-form, came up with some really cool book that melted her computer when she tried to run its Hebrew sidenotes through a translation program. Apparently this book was intended to turn me barabbus, but at any rate. The Techno psychiatrist came in and calmly asked me what I was doing with a bunch of psychotics and sociopaths. I gently explained that (as a reporter with Fame 2) I was thinking of doing a report on undiagnosed and untreated mental illness in the United States, and this was a pre-work impression-gathering type deal. The Techno asked me what my impressions were. I said that these people appeared to believe in magic that was neither stage magic, Wicca/Neo-Pagan magic, nor medieval ceremonial magic. I also said that odd things seemed to happen around them. The Techno shrugged, decided I was normal, and wandered away. Rock the fuck on for a Sleepwalker.
Yes, overall, a fucking amazing game. And we all now know that Sam N has bloodbound herself to Set and been ghouled by him. Yes, Set. As in, the antediluvian. Yay for Dave's world of wacky Mage shit.
Other than that, I started reading The Orphans' Survival Guide: A Handbook For the Magickally Fucked. If Dave isn't here next year to run his Mage chron, I wanna do one. And even if he is, I might run it. I'm getting bizarre and wonderful ideas.
But now I am tired, and it is nearly time for bed.
Also, once again, Searle is fucking worthless! Stupid cunts giving me meds for a cough when the problem is my throat....
And I'm starting to wonder if I pinched a nerve in my neck or something :(