Weekend est.
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serindeFriday: dinking around online, playing Vice City (I am the master of crash'n'burn car chases), talking to people (three cheers for the reappearance of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
8782), and waiting for Zach to approve Nick's PrC or send it back for edits. Which he still hasn't; bah.
Saturday: Call of Cthulhu session, which to everyone's surprise became a comedy episode titled "Amateur Stakeout Night", as the professors decided that, since the "professionals" were nowhere to be found, they'd help staking out the mob-run nightclub. Wacky hijinks ensued, oh yes. That'll teach Nick and John to be late. No harm came of it all, though later in the evening a portion of the group was assaulted by a giant space insect lobster (again, no damage done besides a bit of sanity; Go Us). We ended a bit earlier than usual, and the remnants hung out for a bull session and silly ancient TV shows.
Sunday: Rose late and languid. Everyone was finally fed, coffee'd, and cleaned by three, whereuponnaudia went home, arkham1010 went to go buy his own darn copy of Vice City, and the rest of us went to Time Warp (a game store a few towns over, better than our local one). Steve got a copy of the CoC New Orleans sourcebook and is now the happiest pooky ever; I have several dark blue paints that are actually dark blue, none of this purple-tinged horsecrap that Games Workshop has been shittin' me around with, so I'm pretty darn content myself. Followed then dinner at a local eatery, where we saw Stinky Guy who used to be in the D&D campaign--imagine the scene in Mystery Men where the Spleen enters the diner and the rest of them try to avoid attracting his notice. Except a), he's a lot more obnoxious than the Spleen, and b) we succeeded. Go Us.
Have just thrown everyone out, and am trying to muster the energy to tidy up, O joy, O rapture. I know what I'd much rather be doing...
8782), and waiting for Zach to approve Nick's PrC or send it back for edits. Which he still hasn't; bah.Saturday: Call of Cthulhu session, which to everyone's surprise became a comedy episode titled "Amateur Stakeout Night", as the professors decided that, since the "professionals" were nowhere to be found, they'd help staking out the mob-run nightclub. Wacky hijinks ensued, oh yes. That'll teach Nick and John to be late. No harm came of it all, though later in the evening a portion of the group was assaulted by a giant space insect lobster (again, no damage done besides a bit of sanity; Go Us). We ended a bit earlier than usual, and the remnants hung out for a bull session and silly ancient TV shows.
Sunday: Rose late and languid. Everyone was finally fed, coffee'd, and cleaned by three, whereupon
naudia went home, arkham1010 went to go buy his own darn copy of Vice City, and the rest of us went to Time Warp (a game store a few towns over, better than our local one). Steve got a copy of the CoC New Orleans sourcebook and is now the happiest pooky ever; I have several dark blue paints that are actually dark blue, none of this purple-tinged horsecrap that Games Workshop has been shittin' me around with, so I'm pretty darn content myself. Followed then dinner at a local eatery, where we saw Stinky Guy who used to be in the D&D campaign--imagine the scene in Mystery Men where the Spleen enters the diner and the rest of them try to avoid attracting his notice. Except a), he's a lot more obnoxious than the Spleen, and b) we succeeded. Go Us.Have just thrown everyone out, and am trying to muster the energy to tidy up, O joy, O rapture. I know what I'd much rather be doing...
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