Last night I reran "A Ticklish Romp", a 1920s farce in the style of P.G. Wodehouse. I've got some notes on the game here, though it's not complete; I'll update the page to include all the character descriptions and some notes on running it when I get home tonight. (I'd worry about spoilers, but frankly, I suspect that the intersection of people who read my blog and for whom I'm likely to rerun this game are vanishingly small.)
We had six players, so Teddy Plott-D'Vice was made an NPC - there's a fair number of supporting characters, so it was a little frantic at times for me, though the other players were excellent at stepping up to the plate and providing butlers, aunts, generals and the like. (Being tired and distracted meant that I occasionally ended up declaring thing like, "Horses sweat, gentlemen per-spider and ladies drool.") I was also a little worried about running long, since it was a weeknight, and people had buses to catch; on the other hand, we started at about 7:30pm, and finished at about half-past ten, which isn't bad for a convention game. I still wish there had been more time to spend at the ball.
Our Tuesday regulars were uniformly excellent, as we've come to expect - special shout-outs to Hix for doing a fine turn as a lovelorn poet willing to step outside his sphere of competence and attempt to fight crime in order to win the heart of the most beautiful young lady in all of London. And then there was Seraph as the American musical producer with the heart of gold, the flip-chart and the vision of "Romeo And Juliet With A Happy Ending: The Musical!"; and the big W (don't know your online handle, sorry!) and his well travelled big ol' liar with his thoughtful gifts (the Unfortunate Chinese Hat!). Oh, and Jenni's protrayal of the fair Jasmine was both excellent and hilarious, especially when she was being withering.
We were lucky to have two awesome guests, as well. Norman made a marvellously bumbling Pickles and a tremendously dashing Le Shadow Magnifique ("Is there anything that he can't do?" - random policeman), and I certainly felt sorry for him when Jasmine callously broke his heart. And you wouldn't have realised that this was C's first game from her portrayal of Prudence - her near-legendary ineptitude with firearms ("This is a different dog") and her conspiracy with Jasmine ("Do you have a congenital back defect?") were very cool.
(C is a workmate of Jenni's, and a friend of Puggle's - I'm not sure how she prefers to be referred to online. If we're lucky, she may come back and play again at some point. :)
I know Jenni wrote down some quotes, so hopefully some will turn up on her blog at some point.
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Work is ever so slightly bonkers. One of our big problems is the fact that we don't have very much control over the format of stuff that people outside us give us - so it's a little bit of a pain to translate it into a form that's useful internally, even by hand (and using my leet coding skillz), and really quite hard to create an automated way of doing it. Argh.
Of course, it could be worse - my poor friend David is working for a digital grading house, and so he has to deal with multiple groups of people who have no interest in changing how they give you info, or being consistent about how they do so. On the other hand, he can now help pay for his nice flat in Wimbledon, so my sympathy is somewhat limited. ;)
Anyway, the one upside of this is that I got to add something to my "hot buttons" list. (The office has a section of whiteboard set aside to list things that will more often than not send each person off into a rant.)
Yep, everyone is real keen on reading me blather about work, uh huh. :) So I guess the only thing to do is to point towards this Register article about the possibility that Bush has been connected to a coach by wifi during the recent presidential debates - after all, everyone loves politics. ;)
Posted by svend at October 13, 2004 11:57 AM