Pirates, duct tape and plague

[ladyofastolat]

We spent last week adventuring in the far reaches of space (or the not-so-far reaches of space, since Space is Big.) This was the continuation of the campaign we started two years ago, which culminated in a super-powerful Ancienty chap telling us that All The Things were at risk unless we joined him in his fight against The Destroyer. We decided that said super-powerful Ancienty chap was a capricious, arrogant twit. We suspect strongly that other characters in other campaigns have tangled with said Destroyer, who is also a capricious, arrogant twit, but our current characters don't know this. "Can we have a year to think about your job offer?" we asked, and, faced with the news that All The Things were potentially under threat... we decided to ignore it, and continued to visit wacky tourist attractions, search for elephant tusks, buy quirky robots and go to concerts.

Duct tape was the prevailing weapon in our arsenal, most notably when we spent about two hours trying to work out how to detain 4 prisoners in the toilet of our passenger shuttle. Few guns were fired, and these often ineptly. One of the few fights we engaged in involved using pasties as a weapon. (It made a strange sort of sense at the time, honest. We were on a mining planet, you see?) The most passionate debates - apart from the duct tape/toilet thing - revolved around PR and marketing strategies, HR and recruitment issues, childcare, contract law and the financial management of ailing steel farming companies. Can we conclude from this that we are getting old?

We found the elephant tusks, and all finished happily for every past owner who had become fond of them during their chequered career! We rescued an 8 year old telepathic girl from a life of brain probes and hideous tesssts! We saved a planet from being crashed into by a comet! We launched the career of a rubbish film star! We discovered a boy band! We captured a pirate! (This was the long-term nemesis of Pellinor's character. I thought that he would feel a little sense of sadness at finally being rid of his nemesis, but he is made of less sentimental stuff, and captured him without a qualm.) We even got a medal ceremony! I have always argued that all games should end with a medal ceremony, ever since I took 2 days destroying the Death Star, only for the game to cut instantly to credits without letting me bask in my hard-won victory.

As well as fighting fictional pirates, most of us ventured into Plymouth - most of us in appropriate costume - for a pirate-themed metal gig, which was fun, but very very hot. Two days later, the dreaded lurgi began to sweep through the party, clearly the fault of those pesky pirates. It reached me on the journey home. I thought I was past the worse today, and ventured into work, but was sent home after a few hours, on the grounds that I was "as white as a sheet," and was sitting inside shivering in two coats, while everyone else was in short sleeves and saying how hot it was. Illness is giving me interesting dreams, though. Last night, I dreamt a long and very vivid adventure prompted by the government making possession of 20-sided dice a capital offence...

Comments

[bookwormsarah.livejournal.com]

I sometimes wonder whether the government makes policy decisions using a 20 sided dice...

[ladyofastolat.livejournal.com]

In my dream, the banning of the d20 was just a start. Following the mass mobilisation of outraged roleplayers, the government cracked down on them by banning all dice except 6-sided ones. In order to win over doubters, they declared that such was their confidence in the supremacy of the d6, that from then on they would make ALL policy decisions by rolling 2 giant 6 sided dice.

[bunn.livejournal.com]

I like this idea. It has clarity and a kind of terrifying fairness.

I hope the plague abates soon. I am still wrestling with the dratted thing and I was really hoping that it would be GONE by Monday! Maybe it will be GONE by next monday...

[chainmailmaiden]

It is particularly virulent. I've been off sick all week with the plague. Hope you're recovering, I plan to go back in tomorrow, providing I don't wake up yetyet with a splitting headache again.

[wellinghall.livejournal.com]

I hope that the deadly space-plague does not find its way off your smsll island (and that you feel better soon)

[ladyofastolat.livejournal.com]

Too late! The plague originated on the Big Island, and the assembled adventurers have doubtless already taken it away with them and spread it across many and various places. It's all quite ironic, since we considered sneaking past the patrols to land on a planet quarantined because of a deadly space plague, in order to do some research, but in the end decided just to phone them up and get them to do our research for us.

[leesa_perrie]

Sounds like lots of fun and adventuring was had!!

Hope the dreaded lurgi clears up quickly *hugs*

[chainmailmaiden]

Hope you're better soon. It does seem to be very long lasting :-( I thought you'd started with it the morning after the gig with your sore throat, or was that actually down to all the drunken shouting the night before ;-D

[ladyofastolat.livejournal.com]

I'm almost positive it wasn't due to drunken shouting. I do FAR more drunken shouting at a Bellowhead gig, and they never leave me with a sore throat 24 hours later. I reckon there were two plagues going around: the very minor one I had on Tuesday and Wednesday, and the virulent plague that swept through the party from Thursday onwards. Pellinor's had a chesty cough for the last week, but without the other cold symptoms, so I don't know which one he's got.

Hope you're feeling better now! I'm going to make my second attempt to return to work today. At least I slept well last night, and didn't spend the night semi-awake and shivering, babbling about "ice caterpillars" crawling all over my skin, as I did on Wednesday night. :-)