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Aug. 23rd, 2005 07:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cyranoWent to the airport clinic, and they sent me to Physical Therapy. Surprising how quickly I felt better. Which is good because I'm sleeping for crap between the ambient noise and the discomfort. Things looking up on that count. Plus a few diet cokes to get me through the rest of today, and some sort of relaxing pill for just before bed for a few days.
So yeah. Diet Coke. And thinking about my game, which had its most recent session on Sunday and I really should get a write up done while I still remember stuff. But I'm already working on plotting the next adventure (Next weekend should wrap up 'Start the Revolution Without Me'). I am concerned with party unity, and was trying to think of ways to bring them more together. I'd put a lot of work into a plotline where they are required to work together by a boss who offers them a lucrative position working for hir. And about twenty minutes ago, I thought to myself "Fuck that shit. You know what brings a party together? Pain. Terror. Fear. Isolation. Feeling helpless. The threat of death and the reminder of mortality." So I am now scribbling notes frantically and slamming together what I suspect is now the next adventure. Trying to work on plot ties to people besides Diego, who is a convenient plothanger because (a) his player has a schedule which allows her to be consistenly present (b) his player has provided me with a lot of juicy places to plant hooks.
PS: Yay I finally get to use my 'writing/creative' icon. (:
PPS: Any of my weird music friends who have recommendations on really creepy music, especially... vocals that sound like they're made by people in pain? I'm looking for creepy/beautiful here. Let me know. Damn, this may be a Hallowe'en gaming session as good as my Ar Noir Let's Go to Hell session. (:
So yeah. Diet Coke. And thinking about my game, which had its most recent session on Sunday and I really should get a write up done while I still remember stuff. But I'm already working on plotting the next adventure (Next weekend should wrap up 'Start the Revolution Without Me'). I am concerned with party unity, and was trying to think of ways to bring them more together. I'd put a lot of work into a plotline where they are required to work together by a boss who offers them a lucrative position working for hir. And about twenty minutes ago, I thought to myself "Fuck that shit. You know what brings a party together? Pain. Terror. Fear. Isolation. Feeling helpless. The threat of death and the reminder of mortality." So I am now scribbling notes frantically and slamming together what I suspect is now the next adventure. Trying to work on plot ties to people besides Diego, who is a convenient plothanger because (a) his player has a schedule which allows her to be consistenly present (b) his player has provided me with a lot of juicy places to plant hooks.
PS: Yay I finally get to use my 'writing/creative' icon. (:
PPS: Any of my weird music friends who have recommendations on really creepy music, especially... vocals that sound like they're made by people in pain? I'm looking for creepy/beautiful here. Let me know. Damn, this may be a Hallowe'en gaming session as good as my Ar Noir Let's Go to Hell session. (:
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Date: 2005-08-23 09:34 pm (UTC)This is my only other Shepherd icon at the moment. I use it for when I have been bounced into the river and am cold and wet and somebody is throwing rocks at me. (:
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Date: 2005-08-23 10:17 pm (UTC)*squee*