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Roleplaying
Mar. 7th, 2004 02:47 pmFriday night and all of yesterday was spent roleplaying, in the sort-of-World-of-Darkness campaign that I've mentioned a couple of times before. Since my vampire character contrary to expectations remains Prince of New York, he has had no incentive whatsoever to return to London, and I did therefore play the new representative from Hell.
The session started when our front business (Second Sight Investigation, a private investigations company) was approached by a young nerdish man who wanted to hire us to provide security for a roleplaying convention. An absolutely normal, human roleplaying convention. And he gave us a ridiculous amount of money for it, too. He had no idea how much, since "an anonymous donator" had just given him a locked briefcase and told him to hire us with the contents.
Not being able to pass up a mystery (or the opportunity to mess with the minds of several thousand teenagers), we accepted. At first nothing much happened. Well, actually, quite a lot happened, but it was all caused by me so it doesn't really count. It turned out that the con was being used by the witches, the magicians and the voudounistas to hide some sort of conference. Lots of other fractions were trying to spy on them, and I'm not sure if they succeeded or not.
Anyway, it became apparent that the someone who had hired us almost certainly wanted to disrupt the conference when each of us got suprised by people casting spells on us -- spells that gave us total amnesia... Suddenly all of us separately started trying to figure out what was going on, each according to our natures. It didn't go so well. Particularly since my character assumed that he had all these pills in his pockets because he was a doctor, and fed almost the entire party mescaline in an attempt to cure the amnesia. I ended up getting my head smashed to bits by the werewolf. Oh well. That was a pretty dull character anyway.
The session started when our front business (Second Sight Investigation, a private investigations company) was approached by a young nerdish man who wanted to hire us to provide security for a roleplaying convention. An absolutely normal, human roleplaying convention. And he gave us a ridiculous amount of money for it, too. He had no idea how much, since "an anonymous donator" had just given him a locked briefcase and told him to hire us with the contents.
Not being able to pass up a mystery (or the opportunity to mess with the minds of several thousand teenagers), we accepted. At first nothing much happened. Well, actually, quite a lot happened, but it was all caused by me so it doesn't really count. It turned out that the con was being used by the witches, the magicians and the voudounistas to hide some sort of conference. Lots of other fractions were trying to spy on them, and I'm not sure if they succeeded or not.
Anyway, it became apparent that the someone who had hired us almost certainly wanted to disrupt the conference when each of us got suprised by people casting spells on us -- spells that gave us total amnesia... Suddenly all of us separately started trying to figure out what was going on, each according to our natures. It didn't go so well. Particularly since my character assumed that he had all these pills in his pockets because he was a doctor, and fed almost the entire party mescaline in an attempt to cure the amnesia. I ended up getting my head smashed to bits by the werewolf. Oh well. That was a pretty dull character anyway.
