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I am currently relaxed on the sofa with my laptop, feeling the stiffness of a weekend of crewing at Serenity.
It was a new experience crewing and to say there weren't a few moments when I wondered what the heck I was doing, would be a lie. Like when I had to spend 20 odd minutes pretending to be stuck in a lift down a mine shaft. But all in all I really enjoyed facilitating the chances of the players getting shot at and at as little cost as possible. Getting my random minor background npc promoted from random safety inspector to Militia member and vice member of the planet's co-operative board was a rather interesting move partway through Saturday. They needed someone in authority and hey, safety and security, they're roughly the same thing. ;)
In a random feat of wardobe ingenuity I managed to remain mainly in the clothing I turned up in on Friday. In fact I cycled through several NPCs whose main defining distinction was which waistcoat and jacket I was wearing.
Highlight of the weekend was the snow that started to fall partway through Sunday morning and became a rather fitting backdrop to what was essentially "the coldest planet in the verse".
In an effort to counteract the sci-fi I've just finished watching the first episode of 'Cranford' a BBC adaption of a book by Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. It's an amusing little comedy of manners and I knew I'd enjoy it when I heard the line "Her writing is ever so energetic, there are even exclamation marks".
It was a new experience crewing and to say there weren't a few moments when I wondered what the heck I was doing, would be a lie. Like when I had to spend 20 odd minutes pretending to be stuck in a lift down a mine shaft. But all in all I really enjoyed facilitating the chances of the players getting shot at and at as little cost as possible. Getting my random minor background npc promoted from random safety inspector to Militia member and vice member of the planet's co-operative board was a rather interesting move partway through Saturday. They needed someone in authority and hey, safety and security, they're roughly the same thing. ;)
In a random feat of wardobe ingenuity I managed to remain mainly in the clothing I turned up in on Friday. In fact I cycled through several NPCs whose main defining distinction was which waistcoat and jacket I was wearing.
Highlight of the weekend was the snow that started to fall partway through Sunday morning and became a rather fitting backdrop to what was essentially "the coldest planet in the verse".
In an effort to counteract the sci-fi I've just finished watching the first episode of 'Cranford' a BBC adaption of a book by Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. It's an amusing little comedy of manners and I knew I'd enjoy it when I heard the line "Her writing is ever so energetic, there are even exclamation marks".
