"I am not the man with whom to fuck!"
Oct. 10th, 2004 12:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeWell, thankfully, this week I wasn't out till 6 am at the game. No.
I was out till 5.
Whoopee.
At least it was a fun game. We got a lot done. Sam got annoyed. Which was exceedingly funny, especially since he was getting annoyed at our employer whom he now thinks wants a smack upside the head.
Mostly we ran around collecting information. Which, as we all know, Sam is very good at. I got incredulous looks from fellow players several times, accompanied by comments that were mostly "Why are you letting her do that? When I try to do that I get bupkis!" That referring to either the way Sam talked his way into the security center at Charles de Gaulle airport or the way he talked his way into getting some 911 tapes at District One, or whatever that's called. Am I good? I'm good.
And he's letting me do that because I'm smart, I actually listen when the GM speaks, I pay attention and pick up details that the rest of you fuckmooks don't, and I know how to analyze them. I take extensive notes, I write up extensive reports on what happened in game, and I remember things. Me and Sam, we roxxor that way. And the GM likes it. So there. Nyah. Pull your head out of your ass and listen someday, and you might get cool dispensations like that too.
Oh, yeah. April? I called "Uncle Octavio." And laughed my ass off for five minutes afterwards.
The MiniMusicMan likes Sam. Oh yes he does. It's really funny to watch him listening to me talk about Sam, Sam's ideas, Sam's opinions, what Sam's going to do because his eyes light up and he gets this little smile on his face. It's so cute. Not so much because he's the MiniMusicMan as because he has no idea what a Sorcerer is. And I probably won't go into it since the term itself has very little to do with anything in the game; mostly, I'm playing Samael. But. Still funny. Especially since the rest of the group... I'm not entirely sure if they trust Sam, but they act as if they do. Hee!
And ... okay, back to the employer. Warlock. Which amuses the shit out of me, the name does. Sam went to see a play with the man. They talked of many things. I have the conversation on tape somewhere; I have a lot of tape from that game. Three and a half hours. And now I have to go through and filter out ambient conversation. Ugh. But. They talked. Sam got the measure of Warlock. Which is very different from what he thought at the end of last game. And then, as game progressed... mostly what did it was the number of people who Warlock either wanted us to meet and shared sensitive information with, whom we didn't know or trust. The number of people showing up at our doorstep going "Hey, you don't know me but I know you guys, Warlock sent me." And then, too, there's the "I can't be seen in a media-rich environment" aspect with the then why the fuck did you agree to meet in fucking de Gaulle airport? Sam really wants to smack Warlock upside the head. The last time they talked... or the second to last time? One of the two times, he ended the convesation with "I begin to see why you have the problems you describe" and then hung up on the man. Because, oh boy. Warlock may be a Sorcerer, but everything he does is messy. And this rankles Sam.
Hmm. Anything else. I think that's about it. 3.5 hours of tape, hoo boy. Not looking forward to going through that. Oh well. And I keep having this urge to do something sneaky and arcane and possibly Arcane with tapes of the MiniMusicMan's voice, but I'm not sure what crazed instinct is leading me to do that. Oh well.
Ohyeah. Next game? Coming home to North America, and possibly to Sam's home turf. Where Mike, Lu, Daniel, everyone are. That ought to be fun.
I was out till 5.
Whoopee.
At least it was a fun game. We got a lot done. Sam got annoyed. Which was exceedingly funny, especially since he was getting annoyed at our employer whom he now thinks wants a smack upside the head.
Mostly we ran around collecting information. Which, as we all know, Sam is very good at. I got incredulous looks from fellow players several times, accompanied by comments that were mostly "Why are you letting her do that? When I try to do that I get bupkis!" That referring to either the way Sam talked his way into the security center at Charles de Gaulle airport or the way he talked his way into getting some 911 tapes at District One, or whatever that's called. Am I good? I'm good.
And he's letting me do that because I'm smart, I actually listen when the GM speaks, I pay attention and pick up details that the rest of you fuckmooks don't, and I know how to analyze them. I take extensive notes, I write up extensive reports on what happened in game, and I remember things. Me and Sam, we roxxor that way. And the GM likes it. So there. Nyah. Pull your head out of your ass and listen someday, and you might get cool dispensations like that too.
Oh, yeah. April? I called "Uncle Octavio." And laughed my ass off for five minutes afterwards.
The MiniMusicMan likes Sam. Oh yes he does. It's really funny to watch him listening to me talk about Sam, Sam's ideas, Sam's opinions, what Sam's going to do because his eyes light up and he gets this little smile on his face. It's so cute. Not so much because he's the MiniMusicMan as because he has no idea what a Sorcerer is. And I probably won't go into it since the term itself has very little to do with anything in the game; mostly, I'm playing Samael. But. Still funny. Especially since the rest of the group... I'm not entirely sure if they trust Sam, but they act as if they do. Hee!
And ... okay, back to the employer. Warlock. Which amuses the shit out of me, the name does. Sam went to see a play with the man. They talked of many things. I have the conversation on tape somewhere; I have a lot of tape from that game. Three and a half hours. And now I have to go through and filter out ambient conversation. Ugh. But. They talked. Sam got the measure of Warlock. Which is very different from what he thought at the end of last game. And then, as game progressed... mostly what did it was the number of people who Warlock either wanted us to meet and shared sensitive information with, whom we didn't know or trust. The number of people showing up at our doorstep going "Hey, you don't know me but I know you guys, Warlock sent me." And then, too, there's the "I can't be seen in a media-rich environment" aspect with the then why the fuck did you agree to meet in fucking de Gaulle airport? Sam really wants to smack Warlock upside the head. The last time they talked... or the second to last time? One of the two times, he ended the convesation with "I begin to see why you have the problems you describe" and then hung up on the man. Because, oh boy. Warlock may be a Sorcerer, but everything he does is messy. And this rankles Sam.
Hmm. Anything else. I think that's about it. 3.5 hours of tape, hoo boy. Not looking forward to going through that. Oh well. And I keep having this urge to do something sneaky and arcane and possibly Arcane with tapes of the MiniMusicMan's voice, but I'm not sure what crazed instinct is leading me to do that. Oh well.
Ohyeah. Next game? Coming home to North America, and possibly to Sam's home turf. Where Mike, Lu, Daniel, everyone are. That ought to be fun.
