Am now tired of this illness thing...

poking NHs people again.

i know your having a hard day Sal so i though i'd share a photo that cheers me up when it appears on my phone.

A pic of Sally

Mostly pleased with the lost game today - high spring valentines seemed to go well.

Thank you to those that helped me make them, You are all wonderful people. I did very little apart from planning but of the bits i did i am very pleased that when the burnt one folded all the burns matched up in neat lines and layers.

Thank you to all who turned up and congratulations on a successful day with no screw ups. All in all a pleasure to run.


(this would be when you all tell me you didn't like the game.)



Now off to see movie.

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arse*

two words.

that's all,

not three

little words.

Forwarded from Ginasketch.

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thanks to ginasketch and keori

In the last 24 hours i have:

 - had to completely reinstall every piece of software and hardware on my computer after a new piece of hardware crashed my bios - no i don't know how either.

 - lost a vast amount of information / documents etc in functional format as most of the programs i used for them are now no longer on my computer and i do not have licensed copies.

(However mr andys gift of an ibook last xmas has saved me from complete homicidal fury.)

 - learned that the flat above us has a leaky washing machine they have never really quite worried about as "its only a little water". Unfortunately that litle water has wreaked the plaster on the ceiling of ginnie's room and has now emptied into her bedroom.

 - found  the brightside in that reeholder on our building is an utter cock and won't actually communicate with us until we offer him 10k for the freehold, about two and a half times the current market value.

(Yes i know we can force a purchase on the freehold at market price but that does mean a lot of legal fees which w just don't have right now.)

 - a selfish note, was considering clubbing tonight but it seems that all my viable clothes that were clean have become somewhat waterlogged after storing them away to make space for a new years party. I believe the phrase is insult to injury.

All in all not happy. Anyone that may have accidentally/ intentionally  cursed me about 5/6ish yesterday please come forward i would like a few words.

That was mostly exhausting to very little gain.

Apologies to all for not the best of days, i could blame lack of warning or a number of other things but to be honest it just didn't flow.

whilst everyone present did their best with the situation and i will admit i laughed my ass off at certain effects it just didn't feel right at times.

Some bits come to mind - feel free to mostly ignore them as this is me rying to work out some vague feelings and nklings of how problems fot together.

• Mages effectively cannot compete or keep up in a pitched battle: Whilst the group in the corner have earned my utmost respect for sheer survivability and clever use of magic to more than hold their own,  in general mages just cannot maintain the speed/ output/ or sheer damage potential without vast prep to make headway in what was mostly a free for a all. This mostly comes down to the attrition of muliple attacks a round that a mage cannot support.

• Mummys again show themselves as truly outstanding healbots and at high levels are great combat control... Mike and Abi demonstrated ably and Mr longley did again bring forth the true horror of akenheru...  and they die for other people like no one else because they come back...at high cost admittedly.  They also seem not to fit together, they were either savngsomeones life or being out of the loop, their balance means they were in a completely different fight than everyone else.

• Garou are horrific things when it comes down to just killin' shit... Msr/ Llyr/ Feudy and the Bsd contingent showered all around with a great bundle of good looking pain.

• The exalted types we have brought in are still very ragged, both rules wise and fit wise, Part of that is intentional as part of their existence is the question ic of whether this time wants them and whether they will be eradicated... But part of it just adds salt to an allready grating cross venue squad.

Problem is it hurt my brain... alot...  and in some way it seemed as though the good bits of all the venues present were marginalised by the total. No one really gets to maintain the feel of their venue or play the interdynamics of it with any fun...

The feel of venues is important, perhaps in a lot of ways more so than the mechanics for the function of a venue.

On some level the three way team up, whilst i understand the ic necessity and cross spanning plot, just hurts my brain a little:

The garou hate the mages in general and dont trust them with string as far as gaia and her special places are concerned.

The mages think the garou are psychotic primitives dangerous to anyone near them.

The mummys think both the others are bad, one side wipes its ass with the laws of of creation and the other side just kills its way out of any problem.

Yet here we had elements of all three performing a magical ritual together without any truly apparent understanding of what they were actually attempting to do.

As such much respect to Petra in blagging all three in trying her plan, even though from what i can tell no side actually knew exactly whet it was going to do or how.

And in a way the plan worked - exactly as far as the defined objective that i admitted may be possible as an st  - to create an area of shallowing. Admittedly the manse was interesting but it was agreed prior to start by the participants.




But somehow i came away feeling that the attempt was also a fail... because each side turned up expecting a different kind of saviour and none of them quite got what they expected or were dying for. and more over from what i saw each side came away thinking they were worthless and as a game that pretty much sucks.




I also have a lot of mixed reactions about how the feel of the venues reacts to the day in my brain:

my garou brain as an st (and i do have one occasiionally) is screaming for blood at the garou that were involved in all of this... and one of them is my pc. my pc garou brain is ranting at betrayel by the mages and these other things that used us as cannon fodder before tearing a spirit of the pact apart and using it to  cage a caern... that true evil that is the fount of all the garou hatred for namers.

My mage brain says.. well fuck the rest of them they use us for their weird ritual needs and then screw us at the end to get some shiny thing no one told us about... and by the way do you know that was the technocracy that are going to hunt us down for this.

My mummy brain says... why the hell do we get involved with these people.. there was mass murder there, vast breaches of ma'at with violent magics and they tore the balance to shreds moving islands about. Not to mention the vampires that turned up with us and consumed one another.

And my brain that is any and all of these in character is screaming to kill each and every one of these exalted things that is not a lunar and beg the celestines to turn the lunars back into decent shifters..... They  cage caerns... they run between reamls with out any care in the world... they move islands across the face of gaia and reallign spirits at their convenience.  They ignore all the rules of the worlds completely and expect the rest of us to pick up the pieces and say thank you for it. No wonder the lunars killed them all and turned themselves into shifters(the extent of my current ic knowledge)... are they back to do the same thing?, God i hope so.

And yet i think the Exalts have been played beautifully... the world is just too small for them in some ways these days... so ooc i am curious what the balance will be and whether they can be made to fit in/ whether they can/ and whether they wil be hunted down.

ganked happily from ginasketch.. with a thank you:)

I am fiddling with bits and looking if there is precedent for something...


Can anyone recall if there is a gift/fetish statted that reduces bashing damage, i vaguely recall something but can't make it come to mind...

(And no, as both people asked so far have assumed  i meant this one,  not Yu's endurance- that one does a reduce all by one. :)

answers and help pleases..

Oh and to De xue's pack... learn pack tactics... its for the best, maybe then fetish killer(hereby also knows as renown raper) may not do this xp stripping thing to me again and actually gain a benefit from my presence:)

thank yous all..

Today Ginnie and I attempted to go to Reading to celebrate Anthonys birthday.

We failed, as sally was ill we attempted trains.

We left at 5 from our house.

We caught a train easily and departed waterloo in good spirits.

We arrived at Twickenham where our 8 carriage(important later) train was filled with ebullient rugby fans.

We arrived at  Sunning dale to have it announced that the train was jutting out of the station so could'n't open the doors. 55 minutes later we moved so the train fit and started of again. Turns out someone had set off an emergency alarm due to the crush.

We arrived at ascot. The nice man on the tannoy informed us we should all get off as the train was late so was terminating so that we could catch the train behind.

We stood on the platform... a train full of us. The Tannoy then announced a platform alteration for or train to the other side of the station... as the train started pulling in at th new platform. Much was the crowds joy. Oh and they refgused to open more than one door to allow us through the station as we changed platform. imagine the scene...A few hundred rugby fans two hours after the game had ceased, so nicely oiled, trying to condense through a signgle door while all believing that they were missing the new train.

The allready busy new train with 6 carriages... good game, good game.

Ginnie and i made it onto the train demonstrating both agility and a willingness to kick ankles of the numerous drunks.

We moved off again, a monumental obstackle overcome, we were focused, we were victorius, we were part of a wall to wall mass of sweaty, ale filled unhappy people.

Anthony phoned, he said he was confused because he had assumed we would be there right now.. We apologised but it was it seemed too late as he was phoning to tell us that they had closed Reading station.

THEY HAD CLOSED READING STATION!

We could have screamed, we could have told the mass, thereby provoking rioting in the streets(well railroads).

We did nothing of the sort, we snuck off at the next station (Martins heron.. near nowhere, in fact right on the edge of it) and planned to go home and try again another day.

The Tannoy came to mock us explaining that all trains from Reading had been stopped and so there would be no London train for over an hour.

I died a little inside... mostly out of hunger, Ginnie was looking a little feral and glaring sort of oddly at the waiting humans.

I felt my pulse pounding in my neck, just where she kept staring so came to an emergency decision...  To wokingham... and the small take away to give her sustenance. Trust me it was the small inedible chicken or me.

Eventually they gave us a train.. the Tannoy tried to trick us by telling us the station did not know where the train was going, but we were beyond such delusions, even though it appeared from the direction of London we knew, KNEW I TELL YOU hat it would return us home.

We were right, again we had snatched barest competence from the jaws of possibility. We sat and eventually we saw the lights of great London Town. We almost got off at Richmond as they had the TUBE!

But no we made it back to Waterloo and eventually back to home.. 5 and a half hours later we had in fact made it from home to Waterloo, admittedly via almost Reading.

The moral of this story is that you should never leave London... outside its just the cannibals.

I wasn't planning to but it seems Wrath happened to me.. i blame and thank the poliver.

Now have a deathnight on bronzebeard... a baby hordie belf just made outland named Hearth.

Say hello to me if you get a chance...

Hey all..

due to technical difficulties i have had to reboot my phone, as such i no longer have anyones number.

Could any lovely people that wish me to be able to contact them drop me a text ,preferably with some identifier as to who you are, so that i may be able to so.

thank you

Today i had Floyds' Learning to fly quoted to me as a theme tune to life moment.

Now i have it stuck in my head with alternation to Tom Pettys' song of the same name.

It's just a little bit odd...

that is all.

It's six am, i so rarely see this time i thought it worth  noting.


Thanks to all that contributed to this event; most notably Ginnie for being unable to stand up by4:30, polly for his incessant ranting and bemusment through the night, Si for never quite letting one last bit of magic go and Raven for the endless souping and occasional smiles.

Oh and Sally for also not being asleep yet and having walked the streets all night and failed to make money doing it.

Entirely randomly,

My forearms keep itching.

that is all.


Mostly so if it keeps happening i remember that it started this last week.