I had nothing planned for my weekend
Mar. 14th, 2011 11:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nishatalithaSo, given that I've had the last few to myself, I ended up doing things instead. On Saturday, I filled in for the Cyberpunk LARP—the Ch'akta Peace Accords.
Pregnant, of course, to one of the aliens. Whom I loved and who loved me in return. Our love was forbidden by both his people and mine; more strongly by his than mine, though. This meant no one could know about the pregnancy and I had mostly been coping with it by myself. I was a member of the Palace of Justice and took my law enforcement role seriously (despite Justice being under the thumb of the Dyson corporation); mostly I worked on a team that dealt with crimes associated with the Ch'akta—which was how I met the lover, of course. Oh, and I'd started seeing ghosts after I became pregnant. Not much fun, really.
I was at the function in my capacity as an employee of the Palace of Justice, but secretly I wanted to meet up with my alien boyfriend. I managed that, but distinctly annoyed to discover that the way the Ch'akta gave birth was to implant the young in a host animal and the young then ate their host when it was time for them to be born. There was a fair amount of running around and trying to talk the other Ch'akta there into helping me (they generally saw the hybrids as abominations), but they were mostly willing to help out—if only so they could get the person who did this to me.
Unfortunately, before they could find some activated nanites to solve the problem, it came time for me to give birth. (This basically occasioned a GM coming up, tapping me on the shoulder, and informing me that I was suddenly in a great deal of pain—too much pain to stand up—and me collapsing to the ground.) Once my body exploded, I got the white mask of a ghost and went and shrieked at the lover for a bit, him being able to see ghosts and all.
However, he had a way to bring me back to life, which he did and I decided to pass off the entire episode to the public as being a very good hologram done by the boys at Justice. (No, ma'am, I just did as I was ordered. They're very clever, aren't they?)
Once I came back to life, I started to work on my other goals relating to my job, rather than my personal life, but it was rather hard to find any actual evidence. I did get some good leads though. Besides, the Ch'akta kinda made an alliance with the chap I really wanted to arrest, so no doubt I'd find a way to work with that somehow...
The game ended with a complete reset of history and time so none of that evening or at least the last ten years ever occured, as a couple of the characters knew how to activate a device that would do so. The entire evening suddenly no longer mattering was a bit of a let down and I hope the GMs change that for when they run it again.
Another thing I noticed: seriously, I'm a xenobiologist who started working for Justice after ethics got in the way of experimenting on Ch'akta bodies (because the work was being used to make better ways of killing them) and I never noticed anything unusual about their reproductive system? I know I was avoiding the alien lover for his safety, but the few times I saw him after, I never thought to question him about this? For a slightly OCD woman, this seems rather odd. On the other hand, it did directly affect how I reacted to the information, so I can see why they span it that way, but in retrospect, it doesn't quite work for me.
I also understand that some people didn't have enough to do during the night. I found something similar once I started to work on things relating to the Palace of Justice, although that could just be a lack of evidence...
I thought the combat system worked relatively well, and it was nice being in a game where the character could actually die (and then do things as a ghost). It was also very nice having the necessary props provided (so I didn't have to come up with a gun at the last minute).
All in all, I found it an ejoyable game.
Then a group of us went out afterward (I totally bought into![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
purplesparkler's assertion that Sunday is a day of rest from Lent and after midnight totally counted as Sunday), which mean after I got home at 2am and to sleep around 3am and then got up again around 8am for church since I was helping out, I kinda regretted it. Not enough that I wouldn't do it again, but I did feel somewhat delicate and had two cups of coffee and a cup of tea before lunch...
Had lunch with some of my age group from church, which was nice; I haven't seen most of them for ages, and it was good to catch up.
Then it was out to the Kilbirnie Festival, since I'd said that I would help out collecting for the Red Cross' Christchurch Appeal.rincewindtvd was there too, and F drove us back to Northland. We went in for a cup of tea and stayed for a bbq after S & S invited us up for dinner. Got home around 8.30, had a shower and more or less collapsed for the night.
Tonight was the regular social grade frisbee game. It was rather windy tonight, which meant for a very low-scoring game. We played Ultimowarriors (I think—Ultimo something, anyway), who are mostly new players. I swear one of the points took half the game. It was fun though, and I was happier with how I played than I have been for a while.
Pregnant, of course, to one of the aliens. Whom I loved and who loved me in return. Our love was forbidden by both his people and mine; more strongly by his than mine, though. This meant no one could know about the pregnancy and I had mostly been coping with it by myself. I was a member of the Palace of Justice and took my law enforcement role seriously (despite Justice being under the thumb of the Dyson corporation); mostly I worked on a team that dealt with crimes associated with the Ch'akta—which was how I met the lover, of course. Oh, and I'd started seeing ghosts after I became pregnant. Not much fun, really.
I was at the function in my capacity as an employee of the Palace of Justice, but secretly I wanted to meet up with my alien boyfriend. I managed that, but distinctly annoyed to discover that the way the Ch'akta gave birth was to implant the young in a host animal and the young then ate their host when it was time for them to be born. There was a fair amount of running around and trying to talk the other Ch'akta there into helping me (they generally saw the hybrids as abominations), but they were mostly willing to help out—if only so they could get the person who did this to me.
Unfortunately, before they could find some activated nanites to solve the problem, it came time for me to give birth. (This basically occasioned a GM coming up, tapping me on the shoulder, and informing me that I was suddenly in a great deal of pain—too much pain to stand up—and me collapsing to the ground.) Once my body exploded, I got the white mask of a ghost and went and shrieked at the lover for a bit, him being able to see ghosts and all.
However, he had a way to bring me back to life, which he did and I decided to pass off the entire episode to the public as being a very good hologram done by the boys at Justice. (No, ma'am, I just did as I was ordered. They're very clever, aren't they?)
Once I came back to life, I started to work on my other goals relating to my job, rather than my personal life, but it was rather hard to find any actual evidence. I did get some good leads though. Besides, the Ch'akta kinda made an alliance with the chap I really wanted to arrest, so no doubt I'd find a way to work with that somehow...
The game ended with a complete reset of history and time so none of that evening or at least the last ten years ever occured, as a couple of the characters knew how to activate a device that would do so. The entire evening suddenly no longer mattering was a bit of a let down and I hope the GMs change that for when they run it again.
Another thing I noticed: seriously, I'm a xenobiologist who started working for Justice after ethics got in the way of experimenting on Ch'akta bodies (because the work was being used to make better ways of killing them) and I never noticed anything unusual about their reproductive system? I know I was avoiding the alien lover for his safety, but the few times I saw him after, I never thought to question him about this? For a slightly OCD woman, this seems rather odd. On the other hand, it did directly affect how I reacted to the information, so I can see why they span it that way, but in retrospect, it doesn't quite work for me.
I also understand that some people didn't have enough to do during the night. I found something similar once I started to work on things relating to the Palace of Justice, although that could just be a lack of evidence...
I thought the combat system worked relatively well, and it was nice being in a game where the character could actually die (and then do things as a ghost). It was also very nice having the necessary props provided (so I didn't have to come up with a gun at the last minute).
All in all, I found it an ejoyable game.
Then a group of us went out afterward (I totally bought into
purplesparkler's assertion that Sunday is a day of rest from Lent and after midnight totally counted as Sunday), which mean after I got home at 2am and to sleep around 3am and then got up again around 8am for church since I was helping out, I kinda regretted it. Not enough that I wouldn't do it again, but I did feel somewhat delicate and had two cups of coffee and a cup of tea before lunch...Had lunch with some of my age group from church, which was nice; I haven't seen most of them for ages, and it was good to catch up.
Then it was out to the Kilbirnie Festival, since I'd said that I would help out collecting for the Red Cross' Christchurch Appeal.
rincewindtvd was there too, and F drove us back to Northland. We went in for a cup of tea and stayed for a bbq after S & S invited us up for dinner. Got home around 8.30, had a shower and more or less collapsed for the night. Tonight was the regular social grade frisbee game. It was rather windy tonight, which meant for a very low-scoring game. We played Ultimowarriors (I think—Ultimo something, anyway), who are mostly new players. I swear one of the points took half the game. It was fun though, and I was happier with how I played than I have been for a while.