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Jun. 24th, 2015 09:21 am
Space Space Revolution
The one thing I can say for my disturbed sleep these days is that it's yielding some memorable dreams. Last night, for instance, I had a three-parter about ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vianegativa's next RPG, which was a space game. I was a little late to our meeting spot, which seemed to be a poorly-lit quarry somewhere, and as I approached I overheard everyone speculating about what had become of me and wondering if they should send out a search party. "Or you could just, you know, call me," I thought. Then I looked at my phone and saw 65 unread text messages. Oops.
The oddest aspect to the whole affair is that we were LARPing with whole-body holograms. Somehow I'd missed a make-up session and arrived in media res to a surprise inspection of our Serenity-esque spaceship by this universe's answer to the Alliance. On top of that,vianegativa was introducing two new players into the group. One was easily the ugliest woman I've ever seen in my life and her hologram wasn't working because she'd left it on too long in a game the day before. She was supposed to be playing an alien character of Hobbit-like cuteness.
And this was a game with a heavy slash element. From the start, two of my fellow players were already poised to make out. So I nervously made the rounds trying to establish the hierarchy of the ship. I knew I was the engineer and VN was the captain, but I knew we didn't have enough members to fill all the usual roles so I was trying to figure out who was doubling up as what. And the more I asked, the more confused I became.
The last part of the dream was a kind of epilogue during my last half-hour of sleep. I don't remember much beyond the realisation thatvianegativa's character was Trotsky to our friend JB's Lenin, and that made me Stalin. So I naturally began wondering who I should select as my Beria.
vianegativa's next RPG, which was a space game. I was a little late to our meeting spot, which seemed to be a poorly-lit quarry somewhere, and as I approached I overheard everyone speculating about what had become of me and wondering if they should send out a search party. "Or you could just, you know, call me," I thought. Then I looked at my phone and saw 65 unread text messages. Oops.The oddest aspect to the whole affair is that we were LARPing with whole-body holograms. Somehow I'd missed a make-up session and arrived in media res to a surprise inspection of our Serenity-esque spaceship by this universe's answer to the Alliance. On top of that,
vianegativa was introducing two new players into the group. One was easily the ugliest woman I've ever seen in my life and her hologram wasn't working because she'd left it on too long in a game the day before. She was supposed to be playing an alien character of Hobbit-like cuteness.And this was a game with a heavy slash element. From the start, two of my fellow players were already poised to make out. So I nervously made the rounds trying to establish the hierarchy of the ship. I knew I was the engineer and VN was the captain, but I knew we didn't have enough members to fill all the usual roles so I was trying to figure out who was doubling up as what. And the more I asked, the more confused I became.
The last part of the dream was a kind of epilogue during my last half-hour of sleep. I don't remember much beyond the realisation that
vianegativa's character was Trotsky to our friend JB's Lenin, and that made me Stalin. So I naturally began wondering who I should select as my Beria.