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The Kerberos Fate group went to the Manhattan of 1840 (and the session was punctuated by occasional wikipedia look ups), and I ran a very heavily modified "A Night at the Opera" from Miskatonic River Press's lovely Tales of the Sleepless City. | |||
GM: Do you have an opera appropriate suit? | |||
Victor (the brusque, if brilliant, detective): No! | |||
Sophronia (the nine-inch brass clockwork faerie): My opera appropriate suits are really easy to pack. | |||
GM: All right, so Victor's buying a suit. What's everyone else doing? | |||
Sophronia: I am going to polish my hair. | |||
Reginald went with Victor to make sure the suit buying went well. Alice did some research. Then, her player, Josh, asked if 1840 Manhattan had a muliple-mail-deliveries-per-day at this time. (We know that James Joyce's Dublin did, that being a very important part in his courtship of Nora. But, I digress.) | |||
GM: You can just telepath it -- who cares? | |||
Kristen (who plays Sophronia): But letters! | |||
Josh: Kristen gets it. | |||
GM: If nothing else, you can send urchins. | |||
Someone: Urchinmail! | |||
Alice's summation of the evening's plot: So you are saying that we are left with the horrible choice of either allowing the New Martians to invade or damaging art? | |||
Sophronia: Alice, how do you say "princess" in Martian? | |||
Reginald (who speaks Martian): It's a combination of the words "ruler", "beauty", and "danger". | |||
Alice: Danger is only in there as a side effect! It's a corruption! | |||
Reginald: Yes, it's a suffix. But, nevertheless, it is there. | |||
One happy side effect of the evening's activities was that our heroes, who had promised to bring the sidhe three items from Mars, now had one. Sophronia was appalled by the idea of giving that particular item to the sidhe. | |||
Victor: You want to give them harmless boring things? | |||
Sophronia: Yes! Yes! That is correct! Funny that you should notice that! What is wrong with you people? | |||
It is really disturbing when the 9-inch brass clockwork faerie is the voice of reason. No doubt, this is why the others intende to disregard her advice. | |||
==Write Up Attempt== | |||
Our Heroes flew their island to the USA, planning to deal with whatever Martian activity was taking place in New York City. But, where to put the island? | |||
Someone: I say we park it on Columbia and take the railway down from Harlem. | |||
Someone else: Are you particularly unhappy with Columbia this week? | |||
Someone suggested mid-Pennsylvannia. | |||
Someone else: Why? There are people all over the Eastern Seaboard. | |||
The Bottom of the Atlantic was also vetoed. I think it was left somewhere in upstate New York, in a lake. | |||
Reginald (trying to figure out how Victor's power works): So, gravity works faster for you. | |||
NPCs with our heroes included Lord George Mace (Alice's fiance), Nina Hopkins (tailor and chaperone), Angelina Durless (Victor's fiance), Deosa (African woman who wanted to see the United States), and Dr. Hollingsworth (an ordinary, ethical British doctor). | |||
I forget the context of this: | |||
Sophronia: You were a bad influence! | |||
Reginald: Always my dear. Those are the best sort. | |||
Sophronia: I don't think that's a compliment. | |||
Once in Manhattan, Our Heroes were approached by an urchin who had a message for them from Abraham Lincoln, former PC. Lincoln had been expecting them for some time, having sent a letter to tell them about the upcoming Martian opera. | |||
The Kerberos Fate group went to the Manhattan of 1840 (and the session was punctuated by occasional wikipedia look ups), and I ran a very heavily modified "A Night at the Opera" from Miskatonic River Press's lovely Tales of the Sleepless City. | The Kerberos Fate group went to the Manhattan of 1840 (and the session was punctuated by occasional wikipedia look ups), and I ran a very heavily modified "A Night at the Opera" from Miskatonic River Press's lovely Tales of the Sleepless City. |
Revision as of 18:15, 21 April 2013
Raw Dump
I say we park it on Columbia and take the railway down from Harlem
Are you particularly unhappy with Columbia this week?
Mid Pennsylvannia
Why? There are people all over the Eastern Seaboard.
Bottom of the Atlantic?
So, gravity works faster for you
George Mace
Angelina Durless
Nina Hopkins
Deosa
Dr. Hollingsworth
You were a bad influence!
Always my dear. Those are the best sort.
I don't think that's a compliment.
Do you have an opera appropriate suit?
No!
My opera appropriate suits are really esy to pack
I am going to polish my hair
I want to fly over what will be central park to make sure no fairies
You can just telepath it -- who cares?
But letters!
Kristen gets it.
If nothing else, you can send urchins.
Urchinmail!
Everywhere's an exit when you have an alice
Giant stretches of wilderness have no business being near a city
The giant stretch of wilderness feels the same way about the city
Is he related to you? I've noticed everyone annoying is related to you.
So you are saying that we are left with the horrible choice of either allowing the New Martians to invade or damaging art?
Alice, how do you say "princess" in Martian?
It's a combination of the words ruler, beauty, and danger.
Danger is only in there as a side effect! It's a corruption!
Yes, it's a suffix. But, nevertheless, it is there.
How did he recognize you?
He's a peasant. She's a princess.
Or she can just deprive it of oxygen
That was my plan yes
Chemistry works
Actually i was planning to deprive it of air
Oxygen is more difficult?
Sorting the atoms one at a time
You have enough precision to do so?
With time, I can meditate
Barley and wheat
it was when i had more patience
It is a green crystal beacon that you could perhaps
Hulk Smash!
Are you really a full inch taller than sophronia in this form?
It's the inert remains of mutually annihilating light.
Yes!
That hurts my head so much.
Photographers club
Why the big flashing light cured his headache
So, who's the away team this time?
Shard of crystal
You want to give them harmless boring thin?gs?
Yes! Yes! That is correct! Funny that you should notice that! What is _wrong_ with you people?
Moderate consequence of concussed
You did not have to hit qute that hard. yes, you are forgiven. but you id not have to hit quite that hard
3 bulbs mirrors
I am inspired by the opera! also sneaking up on ascendant light bulbs
I really like the opera its a shaeme to do this but you know malum necessarium
I hear truth is found in the shaows....
OMG I hate these martians but that is not an aspect.
watch the thusands of pretty bridies
So we have never hd an uncon martian cultist to work on. Alice could you work on their minds.
one big and three small crystals
one old martian
two martian cultists
shard of first beacon for sidhe
Medical attention, yes.
Story Games Dump
The Kerberos Fate group went to the Manhattan of 1840 (and the session was punctuated by occasional wikipedia look ups), and I ran a very heavily modified "A Night at the Opera" from Miskatonic River Press's lovely Tales of the Sleepless City.
GM: Do you have an opera appropriate suit?
Victor (the brusque, if brilliant, detective): No!
Sophronia (the nine-inch brass clockwork faerie): My opera appropriate suits are really easy to pack.
GM: All right, so Victor's buying a suit. What's everyone else doing?
Sophronia: I am going to polish my hair.
Reginald went with Victor to make sure the suit buying went well. Alice did some research. Then, her player, Josh, asked if 1840 Manhattan had a muliple-mail-deliveries-per-day at this time. (We know that James Joyce's Dublin did, that being a very important part in his courtship of Nora. But, I digress.)
GM: You can just telepath it -- who cares?
Kristen (who plays Sophronia): But letters!
Josh: Kristen gets it.
GM: If nothing else, you can send urchins.
Someone: Urchinmail!
Alice's summation of the evening's plot: So you are saying that we are left with the horrible choice of either allowing the New Martians to invade or damaging art?
Sophronia: Alice, how do you say "princess" in Martian?
Reginald (who speaks Martian): It's a combination of the words "ruler", "beauty", and "danger".
Alice: Danger is only in there as a side effect! It's a corruption!
Reginald: Yes, it's a suffix. But, nevertheless, it is there.
One happy side effect of the evening's activities was that our heroes, who had promised to bring the sidhe three items from Mars, now had one. Sophronia was appalled by the idea of giving that particular item to the sidhe.
Victor: You want to give them harmless boring things?
Sophronia: Yes! Yes! That is correct! Funny that you should notice that! What is wrong with you people?
It is really disturbing when the 9-inch brass clockwork faerie is the voice of reason. No doubt, this is why the others intende to disregard her advice.
Write Up Attempt
Our Heroes flew their island to the USA, planning to deal with whatever Martian activity was taking place in New York City. But, where to put the island?
Someone: I say we park it on Columbia and take the railway down from Harlem.
Someone else: Are you particularly unhappy with Columbia this week?
Someone suggested mid-Pennsylvannia.
Someone else: Why? There are people all over the Eastern Seaboard.
The Bottom of the Atlantic was also vetoed. I think it was left somewhere in upstate New York, in a lake.
Reginald (trying to figure out how Victor's power works): So, gravity works faster for you.
NPCs with our heroes included Lord George Mace (Alice's fiance), Nina Hopkins (tailor and chaperone), Angelina Durless (Victor's fiance), Deosa (African woman who wanted to see the United States), and Dr. Hollingsworth (an ordinary, ethical British doctor).
I forget the context of this:
Sophronia: You were a bad influence!
Reginald: Always my dear. Those are the best sort.
Sophronia: I don't think that's a compliment.
Once in Manhattan, Our Heroes were approached by an urchin who had a message for them from Abraham Lincoln, former PC. Lincoln had been expecting them for some time, having sent a letter to tell them about the upcoming Martian opera.
The Kerberos Fate group went to the Manhattan of 1840 (and the session was punctuated by occasional wikipedia look ups), and I ran a very heavily modified "A Night at the Opera" from Miskatonic River Press's lovely Tales of the Sleepless City.
GM: Do you have an opera appropriate suit?
Victor (the brusque, if brilliant, detective): No!
Sophronia (the nine-inch brass clockwork faerie): My opera appropriate suits are really easy to pack.
GM: All right, so Victor's buying a suit. What's everyone else doing?
Sophronia: I am going to polish my hair.
Reginald went with Victor to make sure the suit buying went well. Alice did some research. Then, her player, Josh, asked if 1840 Manhattan had a muliple-mail-deliveries-per-day at this time. (We know that James Joyce's Dublin did, that being a very important part in his courtship of Nora. But, I digress.)
GM: You can just telepath it -- who cares?
Kristen (who plays Sophronia): But letters!
Josh: Kristen gets it.
GM: If nothing else, you can send urchins.
Someone: Urchinmail!
Alice's summation of the evening's plot: So you are saying that we are left with the horrible choice of either allowing the New Martians to invade or damaging art?
Sophronia: Alice, how do you say "princess" in Martian?
Reginald (who speaks Martian): It's a combination of the words "ruler", "beauty", and "danger".
Alice: Danger is only in there as a side effect! It's a corruption!
Reginald: Yes, it's a suffix. But, nevertheless, it is there.
One happy side effect of the evening's activities was that our heroes, who had promised to bring the sidhe three items from Mars, now had one. Sophronia was appalled by the idea of giving that particular item to the sidhe.
Victor: You want to give them harmless boring things?
Sophronia: Yes! Yes! That is correct! Funny that you should notice that! What is wrong with you people?
It is really disturbing when the 9-inch brass clockwork faerie is the voice of reason. No doubt, this is why the others intende to disregard her advice.