What I won’t do to use an icon
On Friday I said that I kinda hoped I’d get sick just so I could use my fantastically cool Barney is sick icon *points at icon*, but now I regret ever saying it. I refuse to be sick! I refuse to stay home! Instead, I’m totally dizzy and slow at work with a light headache and my bloody lungs in my hands! I’m in fact coughed them all up and are about to suffocate for lack of air. I hate this! When I breathe I get this brrrrr-sound inside my lungs and I have to cough. I’m so tired. But I will prevail. I mean, when I’m sick I just stop being sick and concentrate on being awesome instead!
In other news, this weekend was, despite the brewing cold, awesome! Marie Antoinette was brilliant, afterwards me and ”aj_stalin” aj_stalin had to go home to change into something we could be caught dead in, and then we barely made the last subway back down to town (unfortunately after I’d told a friend of mine, Sissel, that we’d gone home and thus that she should stop waiting for us to come out). We thought we were the only ones going out, it being Friday and people being slobs, but when we got to Boylove, there were the old gang. And I mean the old, old gang! Natasha, Rein, Rein, Elin Marius’ sister, Lars Erik and his friends, Annette and her Mikael, Annette’s ex Marius, and not to mention millsnill and misfortuna. Greatness ensued of course and I had a great night!
Saturday was spent in Holmestrand with my parents, and that was when the sickness really kicked in. I tried all the good old tricks: loads of clothes, warm tea, painkillers and no smoking, but alas, it would not give up and I’m still stuck with it. Anyways, that didn’t stop us from celebrating my brother’s 27th birthday an age which apparently terrifies him with loads of goodies. On Sunday I went back to Oslo to play Mage with Eivind, Silje and Martin, which was also awesome.
details of the session
Our group; Jane Smith hermetic mage (me), Adam Black verbena mage (Martin) and Forn the werewolf (Silje), have been through a lot lately. We were sort of goaded into taking a job for the council of mages or whatever, promises of fame, glory and cash first in our minds. Turns out some sort of evil cult (we, due to recent experiences, assumed nephandie) had stolen some scrolls from the library in Alexandria and we were to fake being Interpol to get in and see the crime scene, and then get the scrolls back. Pretty straight forward right? Except the small problem that I am a ceramics student in London school of arts and Adam is really studying physical therapy to be a physical therapist for handicapped kids and Forn is, well, a violent werewolf from a different world, literally. None of us have any experience with police work what so ever. We chase the bad guys through Egypt to Berlin to Paris and finally, when we get a break, end up torturing a translator for information, this is after we break into a house and kill the inhabitants. Fair to say, things have gotten a little out of hand. We ended last session backing up the high way with a tortured old man in the car, chased by two police cars.
This session, we barely made it out through a teleportation field meant to transport us to the other side of Paris. Instead it transported us to a different planet with no sign of life except a radio signal we couldn’t seem to decipher but could track. It quickly became apparent that this signal was technocracy based, but since we had no other way to get off this planet, we walked towards it planning on pulling some sort of stunt when we found them. Unfortunately (of course), an alarm sounded and the snow we were walking on started melting. Then the trees started drying up around us, the ground started drying up enough to fracture and out of the holes came weird maggot/twine-thingies that made little monsters who started hunting us. We outran them and finally got to the technocracy base, heavily guarded by electric fences and cannons, but with no manpower we could see. Turns out it was programmed to accept humans to come in, and so we were accepted. I magiced the gate to open, so we got in okay. Inside there was no sign of life, at first. Then we found all their food, rotted through, and then we found one of them, in a power armor, dead with those maggot thingies all around him. The alarm sounded and we could see on the tv screens the maggot thingies, disguised as humans, walking towards the base, too many to count. We re-programmed the base to not accept them, finding out in the process that almost all the cannons were out of ammo already, and started loading up the teleporter to get home. We sealed ourselves in the teleportation room with enough explosives to get rid of the entire base, put a timer on the explosives to get through the gate before getting rid of it, and drove through just as they were breaking down the door. On the other side we saw the explosion and drove towards London.
After not having slept for about two days, hardly eaten and killed and tortured people, blown stuff up and generally been unpleasant, I decided to quit. Yeah, that’ll go well…
A short question before I ramble on: Why, oh why, are there so many Supernatural slash fics with Dean/Sam as a pairing? How can there be so many people out there who’d like to read about two brothers getting it on? I mean, it’s oogie! I shun it and yet there must be a lot of people not shunning it since there are a lot of people writing it…Someone enlighten me?
Also:
I'm putting my Pandora music player on my computer on shuffle and writing down the first line of the first ten songs that come up.* How many can you identify?
I only used those I really like…
1. The record goes, from blue to gold, so thank you for all your help, a ha ha
2. Line navigator, well she is the blind, and she promised me, she’d stay by my side
3. Write this message down, I said write this message down
4. Missed me, missed me, now you’ve gotta kiss me
+Dresden Dolls: Missed Me figured out by the beautiful mini_macphisto
5. He was perched upon the poster, looking casual and cool
6. One of these days you’re gonna come on home, leave me alone until the blood runs cold and
7. Dear Mr and/or Mrs Sender, we’re pleased to inform you that your application’s been accepted
+Dresden Dolls: Sex changes, again figured out by mini_macphisto
8. Disappearing slowly, but can you dissolve?
9. Let’s get lost, fingers first
10. Come on, bring me a flood
In other news, this weekend was, despite the brewing cold, awesome! Marie Antoinette was brilliant, afterwards me and ”aj_stalin” aj_stalin had to go home to change into something we could be caught dead in, and then we barely made the last subway back down to town (unfortunately after I’d told a friend of mine, Sissel, that we’d gone home and thus that she should stop waiting for us to come out). We thought we were the only ones going out, it being Friday and people being slobs, but when we got to Boylove, there were the old gang. And I mean the old, old gang! Natasha, Rein, Rein, Elin Marius’ sister, Lars Erik and his friends, Annette and her Mikael, Annette’s ex Marius, and not to mention millsnill and misfortuna. Greatness ensued of course and I had a great night!
Saturday was spent in Holmestrand with my parents, and that was when the sickness really kicked in. I tried all the good old tricks: loads of clothes, warm tea, painkillers and no smoking, but alas, it would not give up and I’m still stuck with it. Anyways, that didn’t stop us from celebrating my brother’s 27th birthday an age which apparently terrifies him with loads of goodies. On Sunday I went back to Oslo to play Mage with Eivind, Silje and Martin, which was also awesome.
details of the session
Our group; Jane Smith hermetic mage (me), Adam Black verbena mage (Martin) and Forn the werewolf (Silje), have been through a lot lately. We were sort of goaded into taking a job for the council of mages or whatever, promises of fame, glory and cash first in our minds. Turns out some sort of evil cult (we, due to recent experiences, assumed nephandie) had stolen some scrolls from the library in Alexandria and we were to fake being Interpol to get in and see the crime scene, and then get the scrolls back. Pretty straight forward right? Except the small problem that I am a ceramics student in London school of arts and Adam is really studying physical therapy to be a physical therapist for handicapped kids and Forn is, well, a violent werewolf from a different world, literally. None of us have any experience with police work what so ever. We chase the bad guys through Egypt to Berlin to Paris and finally, when we get a break, end up torturing a translator for information, this is after we break into a house and kill the inhabitants. Fair to say, things have gotten a little out of hand. We ended last session backing up the high way with a tortured old man in the car, chased by two police cars.
This session, we barely made it out through a teleportation field meant to transport us to the other side of Paris. Instead it transported us to a different planet with no sign of life except a radio signal we couldn’t seem to decipher but could track. It quickly became apparent that this signal was technocracy based, but since we had no other way to get off this planet, we walked towards it planning on pulling some sort of stunt when we found them. Unfortunately (of course), an alarm sounded and the snow we were walking on started melting. Then the trees started drying up around us, the ground started drying up enough to fracture and out of the holes came weird maggot/twine-thingies that made little monsters who started hunting us. We outran them and finally got to the technocracy base, heavily guarded by electric fences and cannons, but with no manpower we could see. Turns out it was programmed to accept humans to come in, and so we were accepted. I magiced the gate to open, so we got in okay. Inside there was no sign of life, at first. Then we found all their food, rotted through, and then we found one of them, in a power armor, dead with those maggot thingies all around him. The alarm sounded and we could see on the tv screens the maggot thingies, disguised as humans, walking towards the base, too many to count. We re-programmed the base to not accept them, finding out in the process that almost all the cannons were out of ammo already, and started loading up the teleporter to get home. We sealed ourselves in the teleportation room with enough explosives to get rid of the entire base, put a timer on the explosives to get through the gate before getting rid of it, and drove through just as they were breaking down the door. On the other side we saw the explosion and drove towards London.
After not having slept for about two days, hardly eaten and killed and tortured people, blown stuff up and generally been unpleasant, I decided to quit. Yeah, that’ll go well…
A short question before I ramble on: Why, oh why, are there so many Supernatural slash fics with Dean/Sam as a pairing? How can there be so many people out there who’d like to read about two brothers getting it on? I mean, it’s oogie! I shun it and yet there must be a lot of people not shunning it since there are a lot of people writing it…Someone enlighten me?
Also:
I'm putting my Pandora music player on my computer on shuffle and writing down the first line of the first ten songs that come up.* How many can you identify?
I only used those I really like…
1. The record goes, from blue to gold, so thank you for all your help, a ha ha
2. Line navigator, well she is the blind, and she promised me, she’d stay by my side
3. Write this message down, I said write this message down
4. Missed me, missed me, now you’ve gotta kiss me
+Dresden Dolls: Missed Me figured out by the beautiful mini_macphisto
5. He was perched upon the poster, looking casual and cool
6. One of these days you’re gonna come on home, leave me alone until the blood runs cold and
7. Dear Mr and/or Mrs Sender, we’re pleased to inform you that your application’s been accepted
+Dresden Dolls: Sex changes, again figured out by mini_macphisto
8. Disappearing slowly, but can you dissolve?
9. Let’s get lost, fingers first
10. Come on, bring me a flood