Mugshot
Well, finally got my pass at work, which will save me from having to claim to be called Esther and be in my forties should the revolution start while I'm at work. As is traditional, it features a photo of me that does not look the slightest bit like me. In addition to bleaching any trace of blood from my face, it makes me look about fifteen and about to be run down by a truck.
Actually, it looks like a school photo, which is possibly why it gives me a minor case of the willies. I've picked up a pervasive hatred of school photos from my Dad, who was a journalist for 20 years. He said that there's nothing like going down to the grieving parents of a young girl/boy who has just been killed in a particularly horrible fashion that's about to be splashed all over the press to ask for a photo of them, always to be silently handed a school photo. I used to wonder why my school photos were never displayed in our house - aside from the obvious reason, of course, which is that my brother would have smashed them.
It was a very rollicking weekend of RP with the Nest, where we all went to Treasure Island and fought the Pirates of the Carribean. Oh, and Fishmen. Given that we're largely elvish, it was somewhat Tolkien meets Lovecraft while Stevenson gets high somewhere nearby ;) It was an interesting counterpoint, however, that this was also the adventure that I found out that Tinu, my Nest character, is...well, I, and she, are not sure if she's ascending to a higher plane of being or succumbing slowly to a dehabilitating disease. It made an interesting contrast, given that most of her friends are currently unaware. I don't think they'll be able to remain so for long. This looks to be an interesting RP challenge, but I suspect it will also be a bit of a headfuck.
I've also lost my entire makeup kit. I have the distinct feeling that I left it at 24_hour_techie and hentai_ninja's house. If you guys find it, please give it back! My bruise kit is in there!
Actually, it looks like a school photo, which is possibly why it gives me a minor case of the willies. I've picked up a pervasive hatred of school photos from my Dad, who was a journalist for 20 years. He said that there's nothing like going down to the grieving parents of a young girl/boy who has just been killed in a particularly horrible fashion that's about to be splashed all over the press to ask for a photo of them, always to be silently handed a school photo. I used to wonder why my school photos were never displayed in our house - aside from the obvious reason, of course, which is that my brother would have smashed them.
It was a very rollicking weekend of RP with the Nest, where we all went to Treasure Island and fought the Pirates of the Carribean. Oh, and Fishmen. Given that we're largely elvish, it was somewhat Tolkien meets Lovecraft while Stevenson gets high somewhere nearby ;) It was an interesting counterpoint, however, that this was also the adventure that I found out that Tinu, my Nest character, is...well, I, and she, are not sure if she's ascending to a higher plane of being or succumbing slowly to a dehabilitating disease. It made an interesting contrast, given that most of her friends are currently unaware. I don't think they'll be able to remain so for long. This looks to be an interesting RP challenge, but I suspect it will also be a bit of a headfuck.
I've also lost my entire makeup kit. I have the distinct feeling that I left it at 24_hour_techie and hentai_ninja's house. If you guys find it, please give it back! My bruise kit is in there!