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After school I leisurely packed my bags, put on my elven ears, cycled to the station and traveled to Utrecht. There I switched trains to Rotterdam and then to Antwerp.
At Antwerp-Berchem I exited, hauled the bag on my shoulder and ran into Jurgen, whom I knew from Formanterra. I said hi to him and in no time Tara and her sister were there as well.
We had french fries and drew in dummies while waiting for more people. I ofcourse enjoyed the Belgian cuisine. I never knew there was a thing called “kaaskroket” but it was good.
Christof and Gert arrived and we drove to the “Vuurvogel” (Firebird in Dutch) and when I walked in I saw some familiar faces. The first people I noticed were Mo and Ruud and Paul from the Lun-party. I hugged them ofcourse. As well as Migs, the Gray, and the Dor-party. There were three tables, filled with people. Some were playing board games, people talked loudly and in the kitchen to the right of the door Migs was rummaging through some supplies while wearing a cow-spotted something. Next to the kitchen was the stairs and I was told I slept one floor higher. (I never know how you crazy English-talking people call what we call “first floor” because whatever is ground level is called ground-level with me).
The building looked a bit ‘60’s but it had a great In Character charm. Brick walls, old chairs and ‘stapelbedden’ (bunk beds?). When I found my bag and got out my paper and pens I went back downstairs and drew a picture in Paul’s dummy.
After some soup and a lot of talks, Henning arrived and there was guitarplay and laughter. There were three guitars and two people who played the flute. I must say Tara is good musically (guitar, flute, voice), but the Gray can learn a lot concerning how to blow a flute (now please don’t misinterpret that)… There was a lot of fun and a lot of singing while most people were just playing a boardgame like Civilization and the Colonists of Catan or something.
Then my voice and my fingers got sore and I sat with the Dor people: Gert, Oscar and Andy, who were rolling dice with Melvin. I asked how the game went, and they taught me the game which was called “soixante-neuf” (no relations, *Grin*). We had a lot of fun, playing for cookies and joking and laughing around a bit. They were very eloquent and witty. *Smile*
When the Gray joined in on the game he insisted on sitting next to me. If I’d let him and there had been room for that, he would have sat on my lap. I was almost suffocated in between Andy and the Gray. Now I didn’t mind sitting close to Andy but the Gray just makes me freak out. He tried to put his hand on my shoulder but I made it clear I didn’t want it there and he stopped trying to hit on me. He just went on to the next on the list.
I think I went to bed around fiveish? I don’t really recall.
Saturday
Only a few hours after I had gone to bed, I heard voices and there was a light in the bedroom. Migs went to bed but sure as hell wasn’t ready to sleep yet. He engaged a pillow-fight in which Björn gladly participated. They woke up everybody though not everybody started fighting. The Gray was eager to prance in his underwear and I lurked behind the bars of my bed, clinging to my pillow tight. (trying to shake the image from my eyes). I tried to remain silently (hide in shadows) where I was.
It was too late. Björn (206 cm tall, practices karate) lifted me off the top bed, put me on my feet and assaulted me with two pillows.
“Ofcourse you realize…this…means…WAR!!!”
I wrestled Björn, and suggested a ‘strafexpeditie’ to the top bedrooms. We readied our pillows and went upstairs to run amok. Björn kidnapped Chilidragon, and I aimed at Andy and Oscar. They so masochist. They like being hit by a girl. *evil grin*
“I spit like a girl but I hit like a guy”
Well, after that, I got up and tried to have coffee and write some LJ at 8.15 (which failed) and around eleven or something Henning and I started building the workshop. There were three sewingmachines (one of which didn’t work) and only six people at first who wanted a costume. One girl had brought ready-made pieces of a pattern that she only had to assemble. Shuruga and Tara were under my good care, and Henning focused on the tougher designs. It was easy sketching their stuff and Shu had a lot of luck, all she wanted was a skirtsy goblin outfit from easy fabric.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tamhavik had a tougher design and nice but ripping fabric. She wanted to make trousers which is way hard to do. But in between the cries for help and the futile attempts to make the third sewing machine work I repaired my green trousers and played in the snow.
I never enjoyed snowball fights when I was a kid, because back then all I wanted to do was make a snowman. My brother forced me into fighting…but now that I bash heads with latex swords I found out it’s fun to throw snow at people.
That night after a terrible glue-induced head-ache and pancakes I watched some AD&D.randallsilver was DM, and there were six players. Therry played a kick-ass elf priest with an attitude, there was a paladin who couldn’t lie but tried to do so anyway, a halfling, a goblin or something with a longsword (see the picture?) and a shaman that just walked into a strange forest to sleep away from the party and flew around as a bird.
Most laughable moments were when the party was inside the illusionist’s tower, where illusions tricked them bad.
Sunday
There were some last things to finish for the people who were working on a weapon-making workshop, and when I got up at nine I was relieved to find a) no pillowfight and b) lots of coffee.
After a few hours of blah and helping a bit I played more guitar for Björn, who admired my K’s Choice songs. He bought me bread and even a K3-headband and stickers. *evil grin* You’re all invited for the K3-headband-burning ritual/barbecue somewhere this year. *very evil grin*
Sundaynight we packed bags, said goodbye one by one. I traveled with Melvin and Therry to Rotterdam, we had fun in Antwerp-Berchem where in the stationhall we fought eachother. I hinted to Melvin ‘aim for the legs’ because my defense is bad there. I ‘lost’ my two legs and lay on the floor fighting him. There was quite a crowd looking at us. It was fun. There was more Larp-talk in the train but everybody was really tired and contemplating the weekend. Melvin and I made a pact to go to the Fantasy Fair as Drow. I’m still looking for more minions to join the matriarch (me), and I have a kick-ass idea for a costume. It involves skai-leather, studs, and latex chains.
After school I leisurely packed my bags, put on my elven ears, cycled to the station and traveled to Utrecht. There I switched trains to Rotterdam and then to Antwerp.
At Antwerp-Berchem I exited, hauled the bag on my shoulder and ran into Jurgen, whom I knew from Formanterra. I said hi to him and in no time Tara and her sister were there as well.
We had french fries and drew in dummies while waiting for more people. I ofcourse enjoyed the Belgian cuisine. I never knew there was a thing called “kaaskroket” but it was good.
Christof and Gert arrived and we drove to the “Vuurvogel” (Firebird in Dutch) and when I walked in I saw some familiar faces. The first people I noticed were Mo and Ruud and Paul from the Lun-party. I hugged them ofcourse. As well as Migs, the Gray, and the Dor-party. There were three tables, filled with people. Some were playing board games, people talked loudly and in the kitchen to the right of the door Migs was rummaging through some supplies while wearing a cow-spotted something. Next to the kitchen was the stairs and I was told I slept one floor higher. (I never know how you crazy English-talking people call what we call “first floor” because whatever is ground level is called ground-level with me).
The building looked a bit ‘60’s but it had a great In Character charm. Brick walls, old chairs and ‘stapelbedden’ (bunk beds?). When I found my bag and got out my paper and pens I went back downstairs and drew a picture in Paul’s dummy.
After some soup and a lot of talks, Henning arrived and there was guitarplay and laughter. There were three guitars and two people who played the flute. I must say Tara is good musically (guitar, flute, voice), but the Gray can learn a lot concerning how to blow a flute (now please don’t misinterpret that)… There was a lot of fun and a lot of singing while most people were just playing a boardgame like Civilization and the Colonists of Catan or something.
Then my voice and my fingers got sore and I sat with the Dor people: Gert, Oscar and Andy, who were rolling dice with Melvin. I asked how the game went, and they taught me the game which was called “soixante-neuf” (no relations, *Grin*). We had a lot of fun, playing for cookies and joking and laughing around a bit. They were very eloquent and witty. *Smile*
When the Gray joined in on the game he insisted on sitting next to me. If I’d let him and there had been room for that, he would have sat on my lap. I was almost suffocated in between Andy and the Gray. Now I didn’t mind sitting close to Andy but the Gray just makes me freak out. He tried to put his hand on my shoulder but I made it clear I didn’t want it there and he stopped trying to hit on me. He just went on to the next on the list.
I think I went to bed around fiveish? I don’t really recall.
Saturday
Only a few hours after I had gone to bed, I heard voices and there was a light in the bedroom. Migs went to bed but sure as hell wasn’t ready to sleep yet. He engaged a pillow-fight in which Björn gladly participated. They woke up everybody though not everybody started fighting. The Gray was eager to prance in his underwear and I lurked behind the bars of my bed, clinging to my pillow tight. (trying to shake the image from my eyes). I tried to remain silently (hide in shadows) where I was.
It was too late. Björn (206 cm tall, practices karate) lifted me off the top bed, put me on my feet and assaulted me with two pillows.
“Ofcourse you realize…this…means…WAR!!!”
I wrestled Björn, and suggested a ‘strafexpeditie’ to the top bedrooms. We readied our pillows and went upstairs to run amok. Björn kidnapped Chilidragon, and I aimed at Andy and Oscar. They so masochist. They like being hit by a girl. *evil grin*
“I spit like a girl but I hit like a guy”
Well, after that, I got up and tried to have coffee and write some LJ at 8.15 (which failed) and around eleven or something Henning and I started building the workshop. There were three sewingmachines (one of which didn’t work) and only six people at first who wanted a costume. One girl had brought ready-made pieces of a pattern that she only had to assemble. Shuruga and Tara were under my good care, and Henning focused on the tougher designs. It was easy sketching their stuff and Shu had a lot of luck, all she wanted was a skirtsy goblin outfit from easy fabric.
tamhavik had a tougher design and nice but ripping fabric. She wanted to make trousers which is way hard to do. But in between the cries for help and the futile attempts to make the third sewing machine work I repaired my green trousers and played in the snow. I never enjoyed snowball fights when I was a kid, because back then all I wanted to do was make a snowman. My brother forced me into fighting…but now that I bash heads with latex swords I found out it’s fun to throw snow at people.
That night after a terrible glue-induced head-ache and pancakes I watched some AD&D.
randallsilver was DM, and there were six players. Therry played a kick-ass elf priest with an attitude, there was a paladin who couldn’t lie but tried to do so anyway, a halfling, a goblin or something with a longsword (see the picture?) and a shaman that just walked into a strange forest to sleep away from the party and flew around as a bird.Most laughable moments were when the party was inside the illusionist’s tower, where illusions tricked them bad.
Sunday
There were some last things to finish for the people who were working on a weapon-making workshop, and when I got up at nine I was relieved to find a) no pillowfight and b) lots of coffee.
After a few hours of blah and helping a bit I played more guitar for Björn, who admired my K’s Choice songs. He bought me bread and even a K3-headband and stickers. *evil grin* You’re all invited for the K3-headband-burning ritual/barbecue somewhere this year. *very evil grin*
Sundaynight we packed bags, said goodbye one by one. I traveled with Melvin and Therry to Rotterdam, we had fun in Antwerp-Berchem where in the stationhall we fought eachother. I hinted to Melvin ‘aim for the legs’ because my defense is bad there. I ‘lost’ my two legs and lay on the floor fighting him. There was quite a crowd looking at us. It was fun. There was more Larp-talk in the train but everybody was really tired and contemplating the weekend. Melvin and I made a pact to go to the Fantasy Fair as Drow. I’m still looking for more minions to join the matriarch (me), and I have a kick-ass idea for a costume. It involves skai-leather, studs, and latex chains.
