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Thursday, October 18th, 2007
1:13 pm
What's the plan?
What's the plan for this Sunday?
Game? Hang out? Snorgle Ben's kittens?
Friday, July 13th, 2007
10:30 pm
ben and fiona -

i lost my cellphone last monday and apparently sunday is the best time for me to get a new one according to my parents' availability (i need them because i am on their account).

so, i've already talked to sarah and aidan and they say they won't hate me if i need to postpone or cancel game for sunday... will you guys be understanding too?

i'd call you to ask, but i can't, hence why i need the new phone ;p


Current Mood: hopeful
Saturday, June 16th, 2007
4:36 pm
Friday, May 18th, 2007
12:47 am
Game in the near future
1) are we gaming this sunday (the 20th)?

2) I'm going to be out of town the next Sunday (the 27th). I am going to Oklahoma for my Grandma's 90th birthday.
Thursday, April 12th, 2007
11:15 am
werewolves vs. baby otters
As sarkat posted, there's baby spotted otters at the monterey bay aquarium right now, and we're trying to get over there befor htey get much bigger. Would any fairies
a) like to go to the aquarium this saturday?
b) like to go to the aquarium this sunday instead of game? (I know banjomensch can't go sat, at least. on the other hand, we're sort of in the middle of things with game, and missed last week)
c) rather try to go next weekend?
Saturday, March 31st, 2007
12:48 am
So, are we gaming this Sunday (The first)?

Also, next sunday, the 8th, is my birthday. I haven't decided what I'm going to DO about that yet, but I may be doing birthday stuff instead of gaming stuff.
Tuesday, March 20th, 2007
4:50 am
Making sure we're all on the same page
So, as I understand it, Laura is going to be out of town this coming Sunday, so we aren't gaming then but we will be starting again the sunday after that?
Is that right?
Tuesday, January 30th, 2007
12:11 am
please reply?
would you guys hate me forever if i needed more break from game? my boss, after like, two weeks of scheduling me like.. once or twice a week, has suddenly decided to schedule me 3-4 days a week, and so with the internship i'm doing and classes on top of that, including interviews for a final project for my graduation requirement class, i have basically zero time to do things like homework and sleep... which are important so i pass this quarter and also not-die.

i've been basically getting 4-6 hours of sleep for the past few nights, and am seriously considering quitting my job, cutting one of my classes this week, and various other extreme measures to deal with the overload of things in my life. i don't feel like i'm functioning well, and i don't want my stress with my things to transfer into stress about game because while it is something i enjoy and need to an extent and want to do, it's also something that i sometimes feel obligated to do because i care about you guys and don't want to be a disappointment.

thank you and i'm sorry.

Current Mood: overwhelmed and sleep deprived
Wednesday, January 10th, 2007
8:47 pm
sunday game
hallo lovies,

i need to cancel or postpone sunday game this week - i was supposed to have a meeting with a person i will be working with this quarter and possibly next on saturday, and he needs to move it to sunday, so ... yeah. he will be a sort of mentor and supervisor for me, and i need to do my best to accomodate him, i'm sure you understand.

i dunno what time this meeting will be, but if you guys are like omg must-do-game i can call you when i'm done if it is early enough, or, if we want to hang out and not focus on game, i'd love to do dinner with you all (and i'm sure joe would love to come again too, he says: "if you don't mind").

Current Mood: hungrieeee
Saturday, December 16th, 2006
9:33 am
so, laura is a sicky-monkey with the death caused by stuffy-head, runny nose, sore throat, etc
as much as i want to see you all tomorrow, and introduce you to my joe friend-roomie, i don't wanna get you all dead with my disease. also it makes me tired and cranky and i don't wanna be cranky at you... so maybe let's make tomorrow-game-hang out tentative? i'll call people in the morning if i'm feeling any better - how does that sound?

Current Mood: icky-sicky
Sunday, November 19th, 2006
5:22 pm
Thursday, November 2nd, 2006
8:55 pm
an idea, and the logic and/or feelings behind it
so, this is an idea. maybe other people will agree, but maybe not.
here goes: i think maybe we should more clearly define a time for game. not just "sunday, starting at noon" but maybe sunday, noon-3, or 5, or something like that. i am thinking this mostly because my own time is becoming more limited because of the drawing near of the end of the quarter (i.e. crunch time - i'm so intimidated by the papers i will have to write in the next 3 weeks...), and also because sunday is one of maybe two days a week when i have neither school, nor class - which doesn't mean i don't spend part of sunday doing homework, but does mean it is one of few days i am able to do things like laundry, for example. i sort of feel like we have a hard time getting going, sometimes, not actually starting game until 1 or 2 even.. which theoretically i don't have much of an issue with, except for that i feel like i generally try to come without distraction (i.e. leaving my computer, books, etc at home which leaves me with nothing to do when everyone else is busy with their non-game things. this makes me sort of edgy or bitter, as i feel like i could be doing other things, maybe more "productive" things (like the aforementioned homework).

i don't want to sound bitchy or naggy, and i guess what i'm trying to communicate is that i feel if we limited game time more, maybe it would be easier for people to get started earlier (i.e. on time) and stay focused? i know i've had my fair share of weeks where i've called off game for one reason or another, and truthfully it's becoming hard for me to feel motivated and excited about it. i do find myself wondering if i want to do game at all anymore, and generally the only thing keeping me doing it is that it is a mostly-assured time to see ben and because i enjoy everyone else's company too and don't know how that would be affected if game stopped completely (or if i stopped going, which i sometimes imagine may cause game's downfall since there are so few of us).

i'm sorry if this upsets anyone, but i thought i should let you in on how i've been feeling lately so that i don't continue to bottle up my dissatisfaction until one day i just stop showing up without notice. or inexplicably direct Flidais to have an herbicide cocktail. and, as i said before.. it's just an idea... (and the logic/feelings behind it...)

love-loves and i'll see you sunday, right...?

Current Mood: worried, yet hopeful
Sunday, October 29th, 2006
4:57 pm
so, someone call me if/when we are going to get together for game this evening... otherwise i will be home-working like a madwoman... that or sleeping. i'm tired -_-


oh, I guess we're not. okay.. uh, nevermind and have a good evening you guys!
Friday, October 27th, 2006
6:19 am
Ok, so I cannot game at the regular time this Sunday as I have to go to a party for work (or at least, I have been strongly advised to go). But Aidan says it is important that we try to game this week since we didn't game last week.
So, would we be able to do game in the evening? Like 6 or 7ith?
Sunday, October 8th, 2006
12:43 pm
It would really help me if any changes in plans was written down somewhere. Here or in an e-mail.

Current Mood: grumpy
Friday, October 6th, 2006
5:09 pm
Prologue: part 2
Tmetia bounds down the country lane, jarring her occupants considerably. These occupants grumble and awaken, and ask without rancor what the fuck is going on, with an ease that suggests the question, and the situation, is a common one. The flight could be, and has been, motivated by a misguided police car attempting to apprehend a serial kidnapper matching kyl's description, a swooping dragon chimera newly emerged from some forgotten trod, a host of murderous doves searching for a lost sidhe princeling, or most often, by boredom on Tmetia's part. The aging satyr shouts back reassurances that it is the latter of those, that they're en route to a squat where they'll lie low a few days and give the van a break. The gang members variously mumble their assent, eyeing their resting places longingly.

After the bus/wolfound screeches to a halt, they step outside in their turn into the evening air. Aubrey hops onto half rolled down window, and in a mix of curiousity, caution and precocious leadership insists on scouting the environs for mortals. He takes to the air in rook-form and makes a few circles above the house before creaking an all clear to his mates below. Next out is Ally, hopping out cat-formed in search of an isolated corner to change into her human seeming, and to check on her hidden cache of pilfered knick-knacks she knows the be in the crawlspace of the cottage. After her, the young and unearthly elf prince Lewin, eyes shining with wonder at the novelty of the mundane world. He darts into the building to make friends with the appliances, or, if none are to be found, create new ones for the purpose. Last emerges Flidais, the newest addition to the motley, somewhat unsure of herself in the new environment. She is a leafy-green sapling of a girl, at the cusp of adolescence, her branched wings flapping hesitantly.

Kyl comes up behind her, putting his arm around her in a fatherly gesture of protection and inclusion, and she smiles up at him easily and warmly as he walks her into their lodgings for the night, as Tmetia darts around the field jubilantly, chasing and snapping at playfully at Aubrey's flying shape.

* * *

Later in the evening, Kyl's little family loafs in the den. Lewin has convinced the aging television to work despite the lack of tv license or electricity, powering it his his own glamour and enthusiasm, both of which seem near inexhaustible. Acting as it is, as a conduit for a power otherworldly and mad, the television has become playful and peculiar in its behaviour, switching channels when programming begins, seemingly entranced with the power of the advert. Aubrey and Flidais watch with the near meditative half-awareness of the seasoned tv-watcher while Ally sits atop the TV and bathes languidly. Only lewin is actively engaged, sitting less than a foot from the screen, laughing in delight at each new advert as if is a witty turn of phrase from his new exotic and erudite friend. Amidst this happy scene, Kyl is drowsing on a dilapidated orange couch with a roach. Suddenly puncturing his slow sleepy thoughts comes a familiar set of chords, and the lyircs.

Got to admit, it's getting better...it's getting better all the time

His eyes pop open in surprise, as if hearing the voice of a well-missed friend, and then realizes in disgust that it's a lightbulb advert. His mind recoils, remembering watching the boys recording the song, fueling them with the glamour that they returned to him tenfold in the long-run. The song, in its lyrics and melodies, had captured so much his optimism for the time and for the careers of his talented young friends. Now it is this. Reduced to a jingle.

His fury is short lived, as he soon discovers that it is only a thin red layer on top of something much more massive and deadly: despair. What he had fought and bled for, and danced and lived for, seems a waste. With a dull sickening sensation, he realizes he is about to die.

Changelings die fast, leaving behind them their human mounts, often confused and bewildered by their situations. Their life expectancy was short, usually not past the 25th birthday. In this, Kyl is an outlier, a wild thing kept alive through his own bitter refusal to give up on the ideals of his youth, and the huge reserves of glamour built up from his days with the fab four. Now, he reflects bitterly, that well is poisoned, and I'm going with it.

He remembers his journalist friend Duke, of the recent suicide. His funeral had been, at his request, a showy, bizarre affair, culminating with his ashes being fired from a cannon made to resemble a fist holding a button of peyote. Many had found it in poor taste, but it had appealed to Kyl's aesthetics and philosophy profoundly. Briefly emboldened by the recollection, Kyl stands up, startling his young mates.

"We're going to have a party." he says decisively, "A big one."
Friday, September 22nd, 2006
10:48 pm
Ren Faire
So, ren fair this weekend.
I think my other friends are all bailing on us (after we switched weekends to go with them! Bah.) but We might as well still go. 'Cause I bought tickets (though they are not day spacific so we COULD go another day). So, y'all owe me money. I beleive it comes out to about $19, though I don't have the tickets with me at the moment.
As I understand it, Ben is meeting us there from Fresno.
Laura, you are welcome to come ride with me and Aidan if you want. Just let me know. I am planning to leave SC at 9:00am to be there at 10:30.
Ben, you have my cell phone number, for meeting up with us. I have your ticket, so you'll have to meet up with us outside.
Saturday, September 9th, 2006
1:25 pm
So, guys, what's up with this game?
Is the game dead or are we planning to start playing again at some point?
Laura? Did you fall in a hole and get devoured by hippos?
Wednesday, July 26th, 2006
10:52 am
let's make sure to make this sunday work out
because i turned down hours at my job to make sure i could be there, and considering i have not worked at all this summer and have been spending more money than i should, i could have used the hours. look: you guys and the game are a priority!

looking forward to moving on from the moon
Thursday, July 20th, 2006
2:31 am
It's questionable if I'll be around at the regular time this weekend, and with Ben being sick, too, I vote for reconvening on the 30th.
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