Back!

[janestarz]

The obligatory "I iz ded" post-larp post.

I'm back, I had oodles of fun, and I'm very bouncy right now from the extraneous energy released after playing an introvert character for a long weekend and having another really great event.

Best? Playing until five in the morning with just one other player. Die-hard Polomeus-Marianne action, if you know what I mean. *wink*

I slept rather poorly (and far too little!), having rather hallucinogenic dreams last night about the set-up of the room changing every time I turned over, and me waking up at frequent intervals to check if the room was still in the right shape and what changed, and whether I had to get up yet because I didn't want to oversleep.

I also drank far too little, fell down on muddy forest floor not 30 minutes into the game in my new dress^*) and plucked two corset bones from my armpits on Saturday afternoon. The costume might need some work.

But I have really defined the character now, and I know exactly who Marianne is, and where she is going. All I have to do is figure out how to get there...

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*) When I roleplay, I roleplay and there's no stopping me. Only if I borrow someone else's costume or when I am about to go down face-first into a pool of mud will I try to hold back. It's not even a conscious decision, it just happens. So when I was hit by orcs, I went down. Simple as that.

Comments

[voltar.livejournal.com]

So when I was hit by orcs, I went down. Simple as that.


Is dat niet logisch dan?

[janestarz.livejournal.com]

Er zijn van die rare mensen die zouden denken "ik heb zes maanden aan deze mooie nieuwe outfit gewerkt, laat ik even niet theatraal midden in de modder gaan vallen".
Rare mensen.

[voltar.livejournal.com]

of je hebt echte spelers die daar niet over nadenken en gewoon ter aarde storten... jij hebt het over het fenomeen 'watje'