SUN-02 Perfect: One Lump or Two?
Posted: July 13th, 2011, 12:37 am
players: Johnstone, James, Ben, Adrienne
"You're the photographer who took 'Paisley Wallpaper'?!? My good sir, I beg your pardon for ever doubting you! In our humble circle, it is recognized as a masterpiece!"
Sunday afternoon. The laziest of the lazy are chilling at a big table, shooting the breeze. But we have that itch to game. We just can't resist. So the big table splits in two: half go off to play Wrath of Ashardrawacard and the rest of us pressure Adrienne into showing us how to play Perfect so we can defy the man and get busted for it.
I loved everyone's character concepts. Johnstone's obsessive photographer / collector / archivist was excellent, and I was having too much fun role-playing the aforesaid "paisley wallpaper" scene when he threw down a secret society of like-minded conspirators, drooling over each other's slides. James played a privileged aristocrat, mad at the current society not because he was against fascism, but because they were doing it wrong: they didn't know the Queen the way he had. He _knew_ she liked half a teaspoon of sugar in her tea. The fools! If he had his druthers it would be proper fascism, with a half a teaspoon of sugar in every cup, whether you liked it or not!
I wanted a lot more time to creepily pressure Adrienne's classy prostitute. Can you seduce an Inspector? I mean they're not robots. If we'd played longer, I think we would have found out. In fact, that's my blanket complaint about the entire session: I wish we had two more hours! We only sat down and started playing late in the slot, but there was so much potential. This was the only slot of the con that I either a) got to play a new game or b) had someone else facilitate. Which isn't a bad thing, because generally I just plan to facilitate as much as needed, but it was a lovely change of pace. So Adrienne, you're my hero!
And yes, I hid in the bushes so I could spy on the girl of my dreams and paint her portrait. Smoooooth criminal, I was not.
"You're the photographer who took 'Paisley Wallpaper'?!? My good sir, I beg your pardon for ever doubting you! In our humble circle, it is recognized as a masterpiece!"
Sunday afternoon. The laziest of the lazy are chilling at a big table, shooting the breeze. But we have that itch to game. We just can't resist. So the big table splits in two: half go off to play Wrath of Ashardrawacard and the rest of us pressure Adrienne into showing us how to play Perfect so we can defy the man and get busted for it.
I loved everyone's character concepts. Johnstone's obsessive photographer / collector / archivist was excellent, and I was having too much fun role-playing the aforesaid "paisley wallpaper" scene when he threw down a secret society of like-minded conspirators, drooling over each other's slides. James played a privileged aristocrat, mad at the current society not because he was against fascism, but because they were doing it wrong: they didn't know the Queen the way he had. He _knew_ she liked half a teaspoon of sugar in her tea. The fools! If he had his druthers it would be proper fascism, with a half a teaspoon of sugar in every cup, whether you liked it or not!
I wanted a lot more time to creepily pressure Adrienne's classy prostitute. Can you seduce an Inspector? I mean they're not robots. If we'd played longer, I think we would have found out. In fact, that's my blanket complaint about the entire session: I wish we had two more hours! We only sat down and started playing late in the slot, but there was so much potential. This was the only slot of the con that I either a) got to play a new game or b) had someone else facilitate. Which isn't a bad thing, because generally I just plan to facilitate as much as needed, but it was a lovely change of pace. So Adrienne, you're my hero!
And yes, I hid in the bushes so I could spy on the girl of my dreams and paint her portrait. Smoooooth criminal, I was not.