We found a clue and we killed it!

Still one player down, Reynard and Slick went looking for clues - and killed him, but they didn't know that at the time. Sam and Mary stayed back at the boarding house and tinkered with the whirlygig, which Sam then took for a spin ... to dispose of the clue body the others had brought back. In the end, we met a shady character (they're all shady, aren't they?) who offered us a job: to break his friend out of prison. Money-hungry Slick accepted before we actually had a chance to get the details. Such as: who that friend actually is, and if it's really in our best interest to break him out of a very scary jail ...

And they wonder why there are no women in roleplaying

Being one player short didn't stop us. We killed a guy and then we suddenly decided to move from a nice hotel to a less than nice boarding house in the City of Lost Angels. Mary spoke to a guy from the Agency (of which she has absolutely no involvement whatsoever), and turned out to be the only person who lacked an arcane background and therefore lost out on great new facial features like horns, snake eyes or looking like a half-melted Terminator. We also ended up talking about how the gun in Cluedo is actually a six-barrel Gatling gun and not just ANY sort of gun, and arguing about whether or not the Harry Potter books are any good. So I guess it was a fairly normal Tuesday, all in all.

So Soylent Adeen are people?

Before we finished the adventure - which we technically did last week, but we spent a whole session wrapping things up, half the party went to the Queen's Medical Centre (a hospital in Nottingham), to a ward for terminally ill patients, trying to get to Kaddapolix before he popped his clogs. As it turned out, there were evil Fae about, who looked decidedly like old ladies ... Then there were the bit where Jack researched Alysiana's non-Fae self on YouTube and came across a film that had us all talking. Meanwhile, Alysiana had something big to announce. A theory of who she really is ...

If you need to ask what your own vomit’s Realm is, you’re playing the wrong game

Did we finish the adventure? Does Set never see cause to facepalm? We were hot on the heels of the woman who killed Tag, and we also took her unconscious accomplice hostage. And spoke to the Count again, yay! And were attacked by some weird shadow thingy which made Set and Finn very, very ill indeed.

I guarantee at least ONE person in history has made love to a riverboat

As one of our players was missing, we decided to save the conclusion of the Changeling adventure for next week, seeing as how the character in question is rather pivotal to the story. Instead, we decided to get going with the next Deadlands adventure, which was due to start after we finished brainalysing the people who killed Tag all those years ago, and who may or may not have had something to do with Alysiana's amnesia. What we ended up with, aside from beef jerky, was a very bizarre session, to say the least. We alighted a train and took a riverboat over to the very religious City of Lost Angels. Slick seemed to get oddly excited about riverboats and then did his best to incur the wrath of the city's population by blaspheming his li'l heart out.

Meanwhile, Lucky Reynard was trying to get hold of dynamite, and had a spell backfire on him, which set him all aglow; Gunney decided to lay low (he knows about California all too well); and it was found that Mary's "old country" might not have been Ireland, but in fact ... Jamaica.

Like we said, bizarre.

The Posse vs beef liquorice

While the rest of the session is being transcribed, we thought we’d treat you with some things from the first half-hour … namely what happened when a bag of beef jerky had been brought in, to “make it feel authentic” and “set the mood”. Or so the guilty party tried to explain it. The reactions were mixed, to say the least. And then we went on a tangent about fictional characters made out of liquorice.

Testing one, two...

Just testing something. Please ignore this. Have a cookie.

[from here]

On a scale from one to ten, how Batman are you right now?

These are a collection of more quotes from 21 June 2011's Changeling: The Dreaming roleplaying session at Chimera. We just saved them for a rainy day, such as, when we've not had a session that week. Like this Tuesday. GM was missing, so we ended up playing some Munchkin (The Good, The Bad and the Munchkin to be precise) in store before calling it an early night. Quotes could probably be salvaged, but this is more fun.

And an update!

Last week's session has been completed now, so please see If we survive this, I’m buying you an Inspector Clouseau box set for new/updated stuff, which comes after this bit:

“If the phone’s switched off, it won’t find it.”
“But that’s not how it works in the movies!”

Also, here's a pic of what we obviously look like now:

Tomorrow, the GM is away, and what we might be up to in his absence ... no one knows.

If we survive this, I’m buying you an Inspector Clouseau box set

So, there was beanstalk-climbing, window-crashing and an assortment of madness. Alysiana's actress friend found at the end of last week ended up dead - we didn't reach her in time. However, in a nearby hotel, we found the man who Finn saw in a vision, killing his friend and band member, and most likely killing this poor woman too. So we clobbered him. Then we also came across his female accomplice and went a-chasin'. And we discovered we've got a lot of things in common with the NCIS team.

You are a clockwork racist!

Because we were one player down and the GM was otherwise engaged too, we decided to try playing a game that was thought up during last week’s Changeling session. Using a simplified version of the 6d6 system, we set out with just one card each: our names. Two players, one GM, and a stack of roleplaying cards. And then … general mayhem? Surely you know what we’re like by now …

Marv was on a quest to find his missing brother - who might or might not be called Gordon, and Bingo was a pirate wannabe cop married to an equally missing stripper of a wife who might or might not have been a Nazi. And both were chased by the maffia. So yeah.

It’s just another vorpal Monday!

We’re still in Mansfield and … well, we had a rummage through a scary-looking house, Finn drank beer, we found a magic circle and a knife, helped ourselves to some of the books, Alysiana had traumatic flashbacks and later found someone who called her Alice and who claimed to know her. And then the police showed up …

Meanwhile, we’ve also sung The Hero of Canton with the next table (again), had a “how many wasabi peanuts can you eat at the same time?” challenges, reached new lows of taste and decency and discovered how much Twiglets look like poo. Sorry for the delay. Hopefully we can make up for it by this being a really long post!