Larp, Lammies, Ook, Ic and strange dreams
Apr. 19th, 2006 10:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shazrashaMaelstrom's first event of the year has come and gone. We as a group made a great impact both before and during the event as noone knew who we were.
We were also, according to whispers round the camp, intimidating, making even the toughest a little reticent to approach us. Epitomised by the lack of response in the tavern when I and my General barged past people with a bench.
One of the highlights for me was when I joined a campfire and a man started to sing a song. During which he would sing a section, shout for drink, and then continue getting progressively drunker. (note: this song has several versions and the one use had been made larp compatible)
There was a lot of oocing and ic-ing, which for those that are unused to Larp terms is out of character and in character. This lead to the inevitable Terry Pratchett jokes of going ape. The ooc thing is a wonder to behold in a tent full of people. Especially as, following the rules, if all the people in the tent are ooc, an ic thief can enter and leave unhindered.
For those who were playing new players but had been in the game before you could tell the relief that crossed their faces when they finally IC learned something they already knew OOC.
The Ooc traders that sold larp gear during the event also played IC if you turned up to the shop IC and some were even players selling in game items.
My pride was also well buffed when, after sparing with another player, I was told that I wasn't half bad with a sword. I was understandable chuffed considering I had only had about 40-50 mins training and was wearing a sight inhibited mask.
In an unrelated dream the night I came home - I was applying for a job at the post office. Where I was asked in for an interview. Things were going relatively well (despite my brain wondering why I wanted this job in the first place) when I was asked about my customer relations. I said they were good they decided to test them. By taking a phonecall as their secretary was inundated with calls. The caller was talking about computers and the gist of the conversation resulted in me giving him computer advice as it was unrelated to post and warning him to be more careful who he dealt with on ebay in future. I was then told off by the boss who thought I had not been as helpful and kind as she wanted. I looked at the other job applicants to see Jen waiting in the queue.
Strange and bizarre at least the dream I had last night was more fantasy story like... I just wish I remembered more of the plot.
We were also, according to whispers round the camp, intimidating, making even the toughest a little reticent to approach us. Epitomised by the lack of response in the tavern when I and my General barged past people with a bench.
One of the highlights for me was when I joined a campfire and a man started to sing a song. During which he would sing a section, shout for drink, and then continue getting progressively drunker. (note: this song has several versions and the one use had been made larp compatible)
There was a lot of oocing and ic-ing, which for those that are unused to Larp terms is out of character and in character. This lead to the inevitable Terry Pratchett jokes of going ape. The ooc thing is a wonder to behold in a tent full of people. Especially as, following the rules, if all the people in the tent are ooc, an ic thief can enter and leave unhindered.
For those who were playing new players but had been in the game before you could tell the relief that crossed their faces when they finally IC learned something they already knew OOC.
The Ooc traders that sold larp gear during the event also played IC if you turned up to the shop IC and some were even players selling in game items.
My pride was also well buffed when, after sparing with another player, I was told that I wasn't half bad with a sword. I was understandable chuffed considering I had only had about 40-50 mins training and was wearing a sight inhibited mask.
In an unrelated dream the night I came home - I was applying for a job at the post office. Where I was asked in for an interview. Things were going relatively well (despite my brain wondering why I wanted this job in the first place) when I was asked about my customer relations. I said they were good they decided to test them. By taking a phonecall as their secretary was inundated with calls. The caller was talking about computers and the gist of the conversation resulted in me giving him computer advice as it was unrelated to post and warning him to be more careful who he dealt with on ebay in future. I was then told off by the boss who thought I had not been as helpful and kind as she wanted. I looked at the other job applicants to see Jen waiting in the queue.
Strange and bizarre at least the dream I had last night was more fantasy story like... I just wish I remembered more of the plot.
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Date: 2006-04-19 10:43 am (UTC)Aud (sweet mannered lower attendant priestess and mother of three), armed only with a tiny throwing dagger standing in for a proper dagger, was returning on her own from a visit to the (in)conveniences and terrifed of dying as had anyone attacked her with her teeny dagger she would have not stood a chance, she passed two strapping and WELL ARMED men from Flambard, whose weapons' reach far outstretched her own. They crossed her path and she overheard them say this one to the other as they hurried by "Don't look at it, maybe it will go away"
She was most perturbed that two such fighters could possibly find her scary and said as much to the General on her return. It took a while before the General was able to speak again.