The Coven, Monday
Sam, as it turned out, had gotten himself into a Zone somewhere around last Wednesday morning. Not content to settle for a Pyramid court made out of wood, he'd gotten himself some welding gear and metal pieces and constructed a nice durable goal and set of panels -- no second-rate gear for his kids, thanks, and he didn't care if they weren't going to be able to use the stuff for a good long while yet.
That had gone . . . well, after a couple of false starts, actually really well, and that success in turn only encouraged him to go and get metal piping and some fencing and start work on a baseball diamond backstop. (Next up, building the pitcher's mound; the bases were on order.)
The end result of all this was several days of little to no sleep at all, and one very exhausted Sam drifting off behind the host's station at the restaurant, lost in vague, entertaining, yet slightly disturbing dreams about being a giant Lego figure.
Today's Special
Yorkshire pudding stuffed with roast beef and caramelized onions
[OOC: Me == at work on three hours' sleep and a post-Comic Con hangover. Mod your service, or expect really, really, really slow pings.]
That had gone . . . well, after a couple of false starts, actually really well, and that success in turn only encouraged him to go and get metal piping and some fencing and start work on a baseball diamond backstop. (Next up, building the pitcher's mound; the bases were on order.)
The end result of all this was several days of little to no sleep at all, and one very exhausted Sam drifting off behind the host's station at the restaurant, lost in vague, entertaining, yet slightly disturbing dreams about being a giant Lego figure.
Today's Special
Yorkshire pudding stuffed with roast beef and caramelized onions
[OOC: Me == at work on three hours' sleep and a post-Comic Con hangover. Mod your service, or expect really, really, really slow pings.]