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Even though it's a whole week ago (which is a couple of centuries in LJ-time) I feel I must wrap up last weekends round up, or leave it forever hanging in internetty-voidspace.
Sunday, I woke up bright and breezy. while Patrick and Chris appeared to be a teeny bit hungover. Note to self: I must not break boys. Chris tried the somewhat unique hangover cure of putting on the DVD of Cabaret, unfortunately this led to Patrick getting caught in 'head like a potato' mode. Finding him an actual potato only led to potato worship. There were also t-shirt dilemmas (leading to 'Do I flash my stomach or advertise a brass band' quoteage) and a general wailing and gnashing of teeth.
Finally made it out of the flat and back to the Pit and Pendulum to meet Paul and Becky. The pub confused me most cruelly by having TWO entrances (pub, station, do all things in Nottingham have more doors than is strictly necessary) leading me to briefly wonder if little blue men had moved everything round in the night. Found drinks and nibbles, which involved dealing with the world's oldest and hottest shopping centre (in the old pre-historic Wimpy-eating days there was none of this new-fangled air conditioning) and I was very good and didn't kill everybody in there. It them turned out that the little blue men had been at work elsewhere and removed the taxi office we were looking at, leading to much standing round looking like confused statues until Becky magically made a taxi appear via the power of google.
Got to Paul and Jane's and watched Paul's killer pigeon attack troops in training (Note to self: when he begins world domination campaign remember to wear cat on head) and waited for June to arrive with Kieran so it could be pizza time. Whereupon it was discovered that Kieran (a) had grown to seventeen times his previous size in three days (or something like that) (b) had a cherry tomato fetish and (c) is obviously in training to be a librarian as he kept handing books out to people. This led to the discovery that children's books are packed full of filth, prime examples being 'riding the ninky noink' and 'doing it cowgirl style'. This wrongness was compounded by being made to watch the Night Garden (which I have mostly scrubbed from my brain) and the discovery that the 'educational' toy bus was in fact possessed. (It never actually said 'now sacrifice your sister to the Dark Lord' but I'm sure it's just a matter of time.) Also, Patrick crashed out on the sofa which meant we could play Patrick-buckaroo, which lead to him being intimately involved with the demon bus. There are incriminating photographs, including one of K trying to dive into my cleavage. Oh yes, and there was pizza. Nom.
Raced back to Chris's in time to grab case and catch last train to Leeds, which led to suffering a train full of loud and drunken people (again didn't kill anyone - go me!) and a magical mystery tour of every long-forgotten station between Sheffield and Leeds.
Sunday brought Cthulhu related silliness and an important lesson. If you start throwing children down a well just to see what happens, the GM gets annoyed with you and has you locked up away from all the action as a punishment. However if you then think up an elaborate escape plan that involved burning down an orphanage, he will give up and let you just climb out the window. Ra and I ended up fish-monster queens of the island, so I think we won. However, I am GMing next time which means people may now be plotting vengence for my child-massacring gameplay style. Eek!
There was Wendyhouse this weekend but will have to write that up tomorrow...
Sunday, I woke up bright and breezy. while Patrick and Chris appeared to be a teeny bit hungover. Note to self: I must not break boys. Chris tried the somewhat unique hangover cure of putting on the DVD of Cabaret, unfortunately this led to Patrick getting caught in 'head like a potato' mode. Finding him an actual potato only led to potato worship. There were also t-shirt dilemmas (leading to 'Do I flash my stomach or advertise a brass band' quoteage) and a general wailing and gnashing of teeth.
Finally made it out of the flat and back to the Pit and Pendulum to meet Paul and Becky. The pub confused me most cruelly by having TWO entrances (pub, station, do all things in Nottingham have more doors than is strictly necessary) leading me to briefly wonder if little blue men had moved everything round in the night. Found drinks and nibbles, which involved dealing with the world's oldest and hottest shopping centre (in the old pre-historic Wimpy-eating days there was none of this new-fangled air conditioning) and I was very good and didn't kill everybody in there. It them turned out that the little blue men had been at work elsewhere and removed the taxi office we were looking at, leading to much standing round looking like confused statues until Becky magically made a taxi appear via the power of google.
Got to Paul and Jane's and watched Paul's killer pigeon attack troops in training (Note to self: when he begins world domination campaign remember to wear cat on head) and waited for June to arrive with Kieran so it could be pizza time. Whereupon it was discovered that Kieran (a) had grown to seventeen times his previous size in three days (or something like that) (b) had a cherry tomato fetish and (c) is obviously in training to be a librarian as he kept handing books out to people. This led to the discovery that children's books are packed full of filth, prime examples being 'riding the ninky noink' and 'doing it cowgirl style'. This wrongness was compounded by being made to watch the Night Garden (which I have mostly scrubbed from my brain) and the discovery that the 'educational' toy bus was in fact possessed. (It never actually said 'now sacrifice your sister to the Dark Lord' but I'm sure it's just a matter of time.) Also, Patrick crashed out on the sofa which meant we could play Patrick-buckaroo, which lead to him being intimately involved with the demon bus. There are incriminating photographs, including one of K trying to dive into my cleavage. Oh yes, and there was pizza. Nom.
Raced back to Chris's in time to grab case and catch last train to Leeds, which led to suffering a train full of loud and drunken people (again didn't kill anyone - go me!) and a magical mystery tour of every long-forgotten station between Sheffield and Leeds.
Sunday brought Cthulhu related silliness and an important lesson. If you start throwing children down a well just to see what happens, the GM gets annoyed with you and has you locked up away from all the action as a punishment. However if you then think up an elaborate escape plan that involved burning down an orphanage, he will give up and let you just climb out the window. Ra and I ended up fish-monster queens of the island, so I think we won. However, I am GMing next time which means people may now be plotting vengence for my child-massacring gameplay style. Eek!
There was Wendyhouse this weekend but will have to write that up tomorrow...
