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vyvyanxI have been walking a great deal recently. About 10 miles yesterday, in a two and a half hour trek to various parts of Cambridge, including the remoter reaches of King's Hedges and the nearer parts of Fen Ditton. (I was hand-delivering invitations, partly due to a desire to save money on postage, and partly because, well, I just felt like it.) Today I hunted down the big Sainsbury's near Coldham's Lane for the first time. It is huge! It sells quorn roasts, happily, which was the main thing I was after, now that central Sainsbury's have stopped doing them. However, it doesn't sell quorn ham and chicken-style slices in large packs, which I know the central Sainsbury's _does_ stock, so I'll have to go there tomorrow as well! Also obtained enormous bags of pasta, due to economies of scale, and then rather regretted it when I was lugging them back home.
On Friday night we roleplayed again. Everyone was there for once, which was cool. We recovered Asagawa from the hospital, and went to the conference centre for the final day of the festival. Some of the survivors of the previous night's hit squad attack on the drinks party had grown suspicious of us, and set us to guard the outer doors (thus preventing us from attending the ritual sacrifice). However, Oliver was particularly helpful all session, and set up various bugs around the stage, so we were able to get a fair idea of what was going on inside anyway. During the sacrifice, it became apparent that something rather unusual was going on - in fact, rather than a ritual sacrifice, it seemed to be a magical rite to create zombies. The 6 sacrificed men began to get up, the audience was thrown into disarray - and then we stopped paying attention to what was going on inside, because outside was becoming too exciting. About 6 black helicopters, including some troop carriers, were approaching the building.
Moreover, the ground nearby was starting to move, and then hordes of zombies began pouring out of it. (It turned out that this area was where the plague pits of the 17th century were located.) We ran for it, noting as we left that men from the helicopters had started gunning down anyone trying to escape from the building. Curiouser and curiouser. We got back home without particular incident, and reported to our two bosses, while G's character Philip went off to make a call from a box a couple of streets away. Being totally paranoid about zombies by this point, when approached by an unfortunate drunk, staggering towards the phone box, he assumed the worst and filled him full of lead. Several other unfortunate passers-by met a similar fate before Philip got back to the house! My character is now going to do some research into magical rituals, since we have a recording of the words used to raise the zombies. So I'll probably be heading off to a library next session.
Last night G and went to the KSR for a while, and met up with R, T and K. Also saw bloke called Matthew who used to try to chat me up at the Q club (he's moved to Newcastle now, though, so I should be safe!). Afterwards, went to L's party on Mill Road, where T got me very stoned using an interesting device made from a dismembered plastic bottle, a plastic bag, and some metal foil. R came back to sleep on our futon after the party, and was gone by the time I got up today. G has been very hung over all day.
On Friday night we roleplayed again. Everyone was there for once, which was cool. We recovered Asagawa from the hospital, and went to the conference centre for the final day of the festival. Some of the survivors of the previous night's hit squad attack on the drinks party had grown suspicious of us, and set us to guard the outer doors (thus preventing us from attending the ritual sacrifice). However, Oliver was particularly helpful all session, and set up various bugs around the stage, so we were able to get a fair idea of what was going on inside anyway. During the sacrifice, it became apparent that something rather unusual was going on - in fact, rather than a ritual sacrifice, it seemed to be a magical rite to create zombies. The 6 sacrificed men began to get up, the audience was thrown into disarray - and then we stopped paying attention to what was going on inside, because outside was becoming too exciting. About 6 black helicopters, including some troop carriers, were approaching the building.
Moreover, the ground nearby was starting to move, and then hordes of zombies began pouring out of it. (It turned out that this area was where the plague pits of the 17th century were located.) We ran for it, noting as we left that men from the helicopters had started gunning down anyone trying to escape from the building. Curiouser and curiouser. We got back home without particular incident, and reported to our two bosses, while G's character Philip went off to make a call from a box a couple of streets away. Being totally paranoid about zombies by this point, when approached by an unfortunate drunk, staggering towards the phone box, he assumed the worst and filled him full of lead. Several other unfortunate passers-by met a similar fate before Philip got back to the house! My character is now going to do some research into magical rituals, since we have a recording of the words used to raise the zombies. So I'll probably be heading off to a library next session.
Last night G and went to the KSR for a while, and met up with R, T and K. Also saw bloke called Matthew who used to try to chat me up at the Q club (he's moved to Newcastle now, though, so I should be safe!). Afterwards, went to L's party on Mill Road, where T got me very stoned using an interesting device made from a dismembered plastic bottle, a plastic bag, and some metal foil. R came back to sleep on our futon after the party, and was gone by the time I got up today. G has been very hung over all day.
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Date: 2002-10-06 01:39 pm (UTC)Thanks for letting me crash!