To Remove a Wedding Curse
Raw Dump
Invulnerabilities and weakneswses are on the character not on the skill
"You're hitting me with iron? What's the matter with you? How were you RAISED?!"
Er... it ment well
Gregory in public Reginald in private
Is he always like this when he's talking about romance?
Oh, I thought you were talking about courtship, not romance?
So are you saying that having Edwina under the same roof as Sophronia might not be the best idea?
Because mama has decided not to die
ohgodohgodohgod
I could say mama had absolutely forbidden
My prospects are not as good, right?
FP for Archibald
I am Not. Sweet.
Past Gibralter all things are permissibele
Ettigquietee changes depending on which side fo the river your on? Really? Alice, why did you not tell me that? Does everyone else have the same problem with water I have?
I would have to bring back alec. Alec has been hiding
I'm sure London misses him terribly.
If this goes wrong, I blame Victor. Why is fae magic keeping anyone from finding Talos.
And the chartists have a fae working for them
Yes, and we through him into an iron fence
But we made that up to him
So he might not hate us now
What is Talos getting up to?
His own business, I'm sure. He plays a lot of chess.
Would you protect Talos if he hurt someone?
i don't think he has
You could play him by letter
Where do I deliver a letter to take it to talos?
Well, I could take it to him
I hand you a papper to give to Talos. All it sways on it is E4. No, King 4
It occursa to me that when your relatives get themselves in debt to faeries, bad things happen and trips to mars need to be taken.
Not that my father isn't -smart_
Senisble?
I was going for better at life, but sure. Sensible.
That's ironic.
Are you being deliberately evasiove or are you really that stupid?
That doesn't seem a very nice question. Aren't you supposed to be polishing your manners?
We do have a reputations
For, you know, knocking things over and setting things on fire
All those things deservbed it!
But you understand from an outside perspective that might not be immediately obvious.
Last call for the Official Talos Post.
I don't see a particular reason to give him a letter. I'll send him my card.
Talos is getting mail. Why does that seem so much more surreal than anything else?
We could include a hunk of iron in the package.
To less drinking!
No! To more drinking!
Sophronia, how impulsive are you feeling this evening?
I'm sure no more irresponsible than usual.
This doesn't smell quite right
Does fog smell right?
Generally yes.
Maybe it's because we're not in longon
I am familiar with the sce3net of fog on 6 continents
We put the sheep back. Bybebye toys.
She's not scatterbrained shes the sensibne one we decided this
we did?
she and I did
That I believe
Oh dont tell issaac he;; just worry
To have all of your digging done by a delicate young lady. Fine
you could go and have drinks with the night watcvhman
How very perspicacious of you
If they're trees
Oh dear -- we dont get that reacktion as often as we ought
We were tidy. We were very tidy.
Let me try a trick that I know
I can show you one!@
Dolphin sonar
Oh good, another crystal
You should really get them nicely set for the season
Oh say -- The Marsh!
Don't should! We're trying not to be noticed.
Do we want a tree monster?
Yes!!
Might I suggest we wait until next session for the tree monster battle?
Save a shard for fae.
Tree monsters must be stopped w/o bride and groom noticing / wedding party
Because they have to be HAPPY! Are you happy when tree monsters attack?
We are.
We're special.
Wedding party can be in the know, just not the bride and groom
Story Games Dump
In Monday's Kerberos Fate, Sophronia, the 9 inch clockwork faerie, did not get attacked with cold iron, but her player supplied a quote for that eventuality: "You're hitting me with iron? What's the matter with you? How were you RAISED?!"
Reginald / Gregory went out drinking with Gregory's brother, Archibald, and their friend, Gerald. Reginald tried to get Archibald to talk about who Archibald wanted to marry, but Archibald misunderstood, and talked about the best matches he might make for the family.
Reginald / Gregory (to Gerald): Is he always like this when he's talking about romance?
Gerald: Oh, I thought you were talking about courtship, not romance.
Later, Reginald explained to Sophronia that, past Gibralter, all things are permissible.
Sophronia: Etiquette changes depending on which side of the river you're on? Really? Alice, why did you not tell me that? Does everyone else have the same problem with water I have?
Meanwhile, Alice made it clear that she did not want to become her male alter ego as yet.
Alice: I would have to bring back Alec. Alec has been hiding.
Sophronia: I'm sure London misses him terribly.
Reginald took a deep breath and risked asking Sophronia, his fiance, why fae magic was keeping anyone from finding her "cousin", the 20 foot tall mechanical man, Talos, who was probably working for / with the Chartists (who might have nefarious schemes if I can ever come up with appropriate ones). The group remembered that the Chartists had a fae working for / with them.
Sophronia: Yes, and we through him into an iron fence.
Reginald: But we made that up to him.
Sophronia: So he might not hate us now.
Reginald: What is Talos getting up to?
Sophronia: His own business, I'm sure. He plays a lot of chess.
Victor: Would you protect Talos if he hurt someone?
Sophronia: I don't think he has.
Victor (after a few more rounds of continuing to fail to get Sophronia to give a more definite answer to the question) Are you being deliberately evasive or are you really that stupid?
Sophronia: That doesn't seem a very nice question. Aren't you supposed to be polishing your manners?
She did point out that Victor might be able to play chess with Talos by letter, something Victor clearly wanted to do.
Victor: Where do I deliver a letter to take it to Talos?
Sophronia: Well, I could take it to him.
Victor gave her a paper he already had on him, with a chess move already written down.
Reginald asked if he could give Sophronia a letter for Talos, and she agreed.
Sophronia: Last call for the Official Talos Post.
Alice: I don't see a particular reason to give him a letter. I'll send him my card.
GM: Talos is getting mail. Why does that seem so much more surreal than anything else?
Reginald (to Sophronia) It occurs to me that when your relatives get themselves in debt to faeries, bad things happen and trips to Mars need to be taken.
Victor remains (properly) suspicious of Talos. After all, why is Talos unwilling to meet him?
Reginald: We do have a reputation.
Sophronia: For, you know, knocking things over and setting things on fire.
Victor: All those things deserved it!
Sophronia: But you understand, from an outside perspective, that might not be immediately obvious.
Then, the group went off to Shelborough to attend a wedding, as I borrowed the prologue scenario from Chaosium's Terror from the Skies. An unnatural fog rolled in.
Reginald: This doesn't smell quite right
Sophronia: Does fog smell right?
Reginald: Generally, yes.
Sophronia: Maybe it's because we're not in London.
Reginald: I am familiar with the scent of fog on six continents.
Naturally, there turned out to be a nefarious Martian plot at work, and Our Heroes found another Martian crystal.
Alice (sarcastically): Oh good, another crystal.
Reginald: You should really get them nicely set for the season.
As it got late, Our Heroes solved the mystery of the Martian Curse, which left the question of whether Martian Tree Monsters would attack. Going by the book, the answer would be no, but I wasn't asking the book.
GM: Do we want a tree monster?
Player: Yes!!
GM (checking the clock)L Might I suggest we wait until next session for the tree monster battle?
Folks agreed, and suggested that the tree monsters would have to be stopped without the bride and groom noticing there was a problem.
Sophronia: Because they have to be HAPPY! Are you happy when tree monsters attack?
Alice: We are.
Sophronia: We're special.
Reginald's Letter to Talos
A letter from Reginald to Talos (delivered by Sophonia (Reginald hopes))
My Dear Mr. Slodowy,
I hope this letter finds you well. I imagine that you will be reading my words with more than a bit of skepticism, with which I can sympathize.
Nevertheless, I hope that you will come to understand that, while I disagree with some of the beliefs I expect that you hold, I am sympathetic to many of your goals, to a degree that might surprise you. I hope that we will have an opportunity to exchange ideas in a peaceful manner. I would prefer to do so in person, but I would be more than willing to correspond by mail for the time being if you would prefer.
In addition, it appears that you and I will be relatives in the not too distant future. For that reason alone, I would very much like to get to know you better. Please be assured, you and my dear Ms. Wilkinson will not be the strangest individuals to be welcomed into my family.
Sincerely, Gregory Sage
Write Up Attempt
Given the events at the Boston Marathon, Kristen asked that I not focus on anarchist plots this session. Given that I've not yet figured out what anarchists / Chartists in 1840s Britain actually did / might do that would make a good Kerberos plot, this was not a problem, as I said.
Nunzio suggested a couple of interesting plots for them, clever ones, but not necessarily sufficient. Sure, I could see Talos bribing and blackmailing people to vote the right way in Parliament on social issues, but what would Martin Croyle do? Someone suggested that there might be bank robberies to fund the bribery.
Nunzio also suggested that the inventors working for Croyle build machines to run a factory, buy the factory, pay the workers as they normally would -- but not for working in the factory. Instead, the workers would hand out leaflets and pamphlets urging Croyle's cause.
But, actually, my plan was to run the prologue to Chaosium's Terror from the Skies, suitably modified to be about Martians, to be backdated to 1841, and to take into account the various abilities the PCs have.
Alice's never-before-mentioned friend, Abigail Barker, had learned Alice was in town and hastily invited her to be the maid of honor at Abigail's wedding. Abigail was plain and shy, and she considered Alice a friend because Alice had never been mean to her. Meanwhile, Bartholomew Ford told Victor that he'd been invited to be the best men at that very same wedding, a wedding of his former pupil, Isaac Martin, an up and coming son of a wealthy business man, i.e., someone in a similar position to Victor's, before things blew up socially. Victor was willing to go, and was intrigued when Bartholomew mentioned hearing about a curse on weddings in the town where the wedding was to take place.
Reginald went over to the home of The Bachelors, aka Douglas, Gerald, Robert, and Archibald. Robert was a bit wounded, having been on the receiving end of Francis's ire for his swordfighting skill not matching up to her expectations. Douglas distracted him so that Gregory, Archibald, and Gerald could go drinking in an establishment that was just the right degree of scandalous for young noblemen like themselves to patronize.
Gregory tried to ascertain his brother's desires in terms of matrimony, and explained that Archibald no longer had to marry someone who could be Lady Pennsington.
Gregory (to Gerald): Is he always like this when he's talking about romance?
Gerald: Oh, I thought you were talking about courtship, not romance?
Regardless, Reginald didn't want to condemn Archibald to marrying Edwina Campion if he didn'te want to.
Archibald: So are you saying that having Edwina under the same roof as Sophronia might not be the best idea?
He commiserated with Gregory about being manipulated by their mother, Lady Sage, into agreeing to become the next Lord Pennsington. Gregory pointed out that the current Lord P. is still alive and well, and that the next generation, Lady Sage's, might also last for a while.
Gregory: Because Mama has decided not to die.
Archibald: Ohgodohgodohgod.
Gregory asked how much Archibald had already committed himself to Edwina.
Archibald: I could say Mama had absolutely forbidden it. My prospects are not as good, right?
Gregory agreed that they weren't, and thought that this might help loosen Edwina's grip. We all agreed Archibald should get a fate point for, well, being Archibald.
Archibald: I am Not. Sweet.
Gregory: Of course not.
Alden: He's totally sweet, isn't he?
He is. I should make it one of his Aspects. Also, Archibald was finding that the women he liked, well -- Leanna had run off to Paris to try to make herself more of a medium to help the Fairy Earl. Drew was really in love (or, at least, in crush) with Gregory. And then, there was Abigail, who had gotten engaged to this other fellow. It seemed to be a love match, although one approved of by both families.
Meanwhile, Merrill Wilkinson quizzed Sophronia about Gregory, and got confused when she referred to him as Gregory.
Sophronia: Gregory in public, Reginald in private.
Note to Self: Reginald probably should get a plot point for that. It is likely to inconvenience him.
Merrill explained that he'd deliberately distracted Reginald so that Sophronia could visit Talos without being followed. I think Sophronia missed that Merrill was actually, you know, plotting and thinking ahead. But, that's only fair, as he completely missed that Sophronia was earnestly hoping for his approval, his affection, and his attendance at her wedding. She looked so sad when he was dubious about whether a church wedding would work, given her fae nature, but she pointed out that churches aren't actually anathema to most fae.
Later, Reginald explained to Sophronia that, past Gibralter, all things are permissible.
Sophronia: Etiquette changes depending on which side of the river you're on? Really? Alice, why did you not tell me that? Does everyone else have the same problem with water I have?
Meanwhile, Alice made it clear that she did not want to become her male alter ego as yet.
Alice: I would have to bring back Alec. Alec has been hiding.
Sophronia: I'm sure London misses him terribly.
Reginald took a deep breath and risked asking Sophronia, his fiance, why fae magic was keeping anyone from finding her "cousin", the 20 foot tall mechanical man, Talos, who was probably working for / with the Chartists (who might have nefarious schemes if I can ever come up with appropriate ones). The group remembered that the Chartists had a fae working for / with them.
Sophronia: Yes, and we through him into an iron fence.
Reginald: But we made that up to him.
Sophronia: So he might not hate us now.
Reginald: What is Talos getting up to?
Sophronia: His own business, I'm sure. He plays a lot of chess.
Victor: Would you protect Talos if he hurt someone?
Sophronia: I don't think he has.
Victor (after a few more rounds of continuing to fail to get Sophronia to give a more definite answer to the question) Are you being deliberately evasive or are you really that stupid?
Sophronia: That doesn't seem a very nice question. Aren't you supposed to be polishing your manners?
She did point out that Victor might be able to play chess with Talos by letter, something Victor clearly wanted to do.
Victor: Where do I deliver a letter to take it to Talos?
Sophronia: Well, I could take it to him.
Victor gave her a paper he already had on him, with a chess move already written down.
Reginald asked if he could give Sophronia a letter for Talos, and she agreed.
Sophronia: Last call for the Official Talos Post.
Alice: I don't see a particular reason to give him a letter. I'll send him my card.
GM: Talos is getting mail. Why does that seem so much more surreal than anything else?
