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Mormons stole my birthday cake.
Seriously.
Rachel and I managed to flee the apartment about on time. It required last minute sewing, cake frosting, making of a demon circle and cat wrangling. Then we hit the grocery store for bits of food and things and off we were to the campsite for a weekend of LARP!. (People in the LA area need to check out Dying Kingdoms LARP If they want a good game). After the harrowing road that is the road to camp Josepho. Imagine a one lane road with a very long drop on one side and sometimes on both sides. And sometimes with hairpin turns, then add bikers who don't pay attention to you, walkers and dogs. That's the road. We were told that the earliest the Story Teller was going to be there was at two so we decided that was about when we'd get there to make sure we had one of the better campsites.
We pull up at the site and grab the cake and ice cream so it doesn't turn into goo. There are fridges there that I was told we could use. It was double checked several times. We notice there are girls running around but don't think much of it. Cake and ice cream are deposited in the kitchen. Off to the campsites! Rachel and I split up after unloading the car for she is in the NPC camp and I in the PC camp.
It was lots of fun, some soft Rp and things like that. I help people set up their tents and put things together. Lots of game chatter. Wandering over to the NPC camp I'm told that my fish, Herman, has grown a fang and that I've started to feel fangy myself. The good news is that I can cast fear once per day now. The bad news is well, the fang (which I have to make/get) and if I cast it, I run away too. The general consensus is that I'm turning into a Deep One.
This is what you get for reading a book that no man or fish should read.
Demons attack. We fight them off. Saturday morning arrives. I go to check on the cake.
The cake is not there.
I check the freezer.
The cake is not there.
There is no cake.
The cake has been stolen.
By Mormons.
I go to the staff and say the cake is gone.
They check.
There is still no cake.
The grounds keeper checks.
There is still no cake.
The cake has not become a lie, it has become phantom.
Cue angry bitching for the rest of the weekend.
Ask a character a question, any question, and they HAVE to answer completely honestly. Have to. It's the meme rule. Even if they'd normally lie, they suddenly have been hit with a truth serum of some kind and must tell the truth.
Characters:
Alec Troven:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alec_troven, master_troven
Kale and Trever:hidden_jedi and hidden_sith
Alexiel:deadbellringer an Abhorrsen
Theodred Lunaric: A prince and rogue, D&D character turned RP pup
Novel Characters:
Laruna Troven (Alec's twin sister)
Lorac Seriph/Kratz (Alec's godfather/lover/wtf is wrong with him!?)
Jono Sayer (Alec's current love interest)
Alex and Orion (ask one ask the other)general_and_boy
Seriously.
Rachel and I managed to flee the apartment about on time. It required last minute sewing, cake frosting, making of a demon circle and cat wrangling. Then we hit the grocery store for bits of food and things and off we were to the campsite for a weekend of LARP!. (People in the LA area need to check out Dying Kingdoms LARP If they want a good game). After the harrowing road that is the road to camp Josepho. Imagine a one lane road with a very long drop on one side and sometimes on both sides. And sometimes with hairpin turns, then add bikers who don't pay attention to you, walkers and dogs. That's the road. We were told that the earliest the Story Teller was going to be there was at two so we decided that was about when we'd get there to make sure we had one of the better campsites.
We pull up at the site and grab the cake and ice cream so it doesn't turn into goo. There are fridges there that I was told we could use. It was double checked several times. We notice there are girls running around but don't think much of it. Cake and ice cream are deposited in the kitchen. Off to the campsites! Rachel and I split up after unloading the car for she is in the NPC camp and I in the PC camp.
It was lots of fun, some soft Rp and things like that. I help people set up their tents and put things together. Lots of game chatter. Wandering over to the NPC camp I'm told that my fish, Herman, has grown a fang and that I've started to feel fangy myself. The good news is that I can cast fear once per day now. The bad news is well, the fang (which I have to make/get) and if I cast it, I run away too. The general consensus is that I'm turning into a Deep One.
This is what you get for reading a book that no man or fish should read.
Demons attack. We fight them off. Saturday morning arrives. I go to check on the cake.
The cake is not there.
I check the freezer.
The cake is not there.
There is no cake.
The cake has been stolen.
By Mormons.
I go to the staff and say the cake is gone.
They check.
There is still no cake.
The grounds keeper checks.
There is still no cake.
The cake has not become a lie, it has become phantom.
Cue angry bitching for the rest of the weekend.
Ask a character a question, any question, and they HAVE to answer completely honestly. Have to. It's the meme rule. Even if they'd normally lie, they suddenly have been hit with a truth serum of some kind and must tell the truth.
Characters:
Alec Troven:
alec_troven, master_trovenKale and Trever:
hidden_jedi and hidden_sithAlexiel:
deadbellringer an Abhorrsen Theodred Lunaric: A prince and rogue, D&D character turned RP pup
Novel Characters:
Laruna Troven (Alec's twin sister)
Lorac Seriph/Kratz (Alec's godfather/lover/wtf is wrong with him!?)
Jono Sayer (Alec's current love interest)
Alex and Orion (ask one ask the other)
general_and_boy 
