#trying to not be so busy offline and trying to finish my asks and threads

[thatsneakymedic]

*Looks around the dash* 

“Why is there so many people having sex these days?”

[more-than-a-princess]

Sorry this one is later than usual, but here's positivity anon wanting to wish you a very happy weekend! Did you get to do anything fun during the week or is there something this weekend that you're looking forward to? Finally, try to do something nice for yourself! Buy that thing you've had your eye on, treat yourself to takeout, etc etc! Remember that you're always loved and needed and that your presence here brightens up the day of everyone who is on your dash! ♡

Random OOC asks (especially positivity anon!) - Accepting!

Hi, Positivity Anon! Trust me, it's never too late to share some good vibes, in real life and here in the tumblr RPC. Thank you for the well-wishes!

Did you get to do anything fun during the week or is there something this weekend that you're looking forward to?

The week itself has been a bit of a mess due to trying to get ahead in work and wedding planning, but the weekend? Well..that's going to be equally busy! I'm repairing, fixing up, or otherwise finishing an array of cosplay costumes for a convention next weekend: a lot of ironing, pressing, securing fasteners and touching up paint, and wig taming. I'm also building a new wig, but mostly from pre-made wig parts, so to speak, to save on time. It's beginning its life as what I assume to be a Saber (Artoria) wig from Fate, but it'll be something else once I'm done!

And the usual pre-convention stuff: pick up badge in advance, make the grocery store/craft store runs for hotel room snacks and first aid/cosplay repair kits. I have to figure out how I'm going to pack a few prop weapons for this con, too: my heart would break if they did!

A friend is also throwing a Halloween party, but I'm debating if I want to go. I may just not have the energy to attend, much less put on a costume, because so. much. costume. prep. TFW most/all of your offline friends are cosplayers and we still think we're going to show up in some comfy costume for a party when there's a convention coming up.

Finally, try to do something nice for yourself! Buy that thing you've had your eye on, treat yourself to takeout, etc etc!

I miss takeout food so, so much. To be honest, I make my own food at home 90% of the time or so, and even more often when I've got costume or formal events coming up. I have to keep to a certain eating plan (not a 'diet' but more of a lifestyle at this point) and most restaurants simply don't cater to how I need to eat to keep myself healthy. I'm also determined not to make any alterations to my wedding dress at this point.

But buying things? I've needed to, from last minute cosplay supplies to some new, dark wash jeans (I love the Madewell Perfect Vintage line!) and sweaters. Cardigans and jumpers alike, there is some serious bliss involved with soft, warm, high-quality knitwear. I'll say it always: you all deserve nice clothes.

My new knits weren't cheap, even if I bought some of them secondhand. But my goodness, I want to live in them. I'd nap in them too if I wasn't afraid they'd wrinkle horribly. I'm glad I'm not allergic to wool.

And uh, looking at costume possibilities for 2023. I have at least four new things I'm planning to add to my closet, and may tack on a few more.

Remember that you're always loved and needed and that your presence here brightens up the day of everyone who is on your dash! ♡

This so sweet, thank you! I'm not sure my presence brightens up the dash every day, or at least those who follow me. I don't post that much and my characterization and writing style isn't for everyone (or hell, I'd say the majority of muns) in the RPC. But what I'm trying to do is the following:

Have, and show, sincere gratitude for the writing partners I do have. Engage with them, enjoy coming up with new plots and interactions with them. It doesn't matter how many muns or blogs I'm writing with, as long as I'm focusing my energy on those who do the same for me. It can be incredibly discouraging to try and reach out to others only to have asks ignored, threads dropped, and/or memes shared without sending something in return. But instead of stewing over it, I'd rather just focus on those who want to write with me. Followed by...

Curate my dash experience. It's been shared plenty of times on tumblr, but we're all responsible for what we decide to keep on our dashes. And frankly, if something isn't working, it's okay to say goodbye. For me, this comes from the discouraging reasons I listed above: sometimes, it's just easier not to have blogs on dash that provoke unhappy feelings. It's also why I do interest calls every few months: I never want to unfollow muns who do want to interact, but I tend to give up after awhile of sending asks with no response, constantly dropped threads, or using me as a meme/aes/art source.

Mostly though, I hope those who do see my posts and/or write with me enjoy it. More than being loved or needed, I just like to keep RP as a fun hobby (that doesn't require wig caps, bobby pins, shapewear, heels, heavy makeup...wearing costumes can feel like you've participated in a marathon sometimes! I'll be a pajama-wearing gremlin when I write and I'm relieved for it).

[asylum-miniatures]

Entry 1 - the start

Here's the Journel of our groups continuing adventures.  It all started so normally, but a single level 1 spell completely changed the entire campain.  I had been posting this on funny stories but every session is something crazy so I made a thread for it.

The players

(all guys just for clarification, but I will refer to them by character genders) Jaune (me) – human ninja.  I originally made him to as backup/base coverer to the rest of the party, having skills in trap finding, stealth, interactions and sneak attacks but I ended up becoming one of the only capable melee fighters

Ocelot – human gunslinger and the only player with any real experience.  Decent enough guy, but often way to “fair”, making choices and actions with a refusal to metagame.  Doesn’t sound too bad at first but he has at times made deliberate bad actions or attempted to punish us for not remembering certain things.  Still my most reliable teammate most of the time

“Sim with an e” – a female human druid with a cheetah companion.  Originally just a backup fighter/caster but has become the highest strength party member and our go to girl for melee/utility casting.  She also developed an affinity for wrestling after our initial short campaign had a fight she trounced simply by grabbing the brownies and tossing them into various wood-chippers.  She is Yurions boyfriend IRL and girlfriend in game

Yurion – a female human lore oracle.  The party healer/buffer in combat and has a mastery of every knowledge skill outside of combat.  Take a very “hands off” approach to combat, as in she doesn’t do anything when it starts, mostly because she doesn’t want to be in range of anything but most of her buff spells are touch and we have already waded in.  That said, she isn’t just doing nothing, she is one hell of a planner and schemer, and often has several plans she made with the DM by passing notes.  She is also Sim boyfriend IRL and girlfriend in game

Draspher – human sorcerer focused on summoning and the only good aligned character (everyone else is neutral in some way) which makes what happens all the funnier.  He built himself as a controller, without a single offensive spell initially but that ended up backfiring.  Has a “mischievous” raccoon familiar we like to threaten/torture called fumbles.  This is his first time playing a game like this and so he often makes mistakes or needs advice.  Unfortunately thanks to a combination of bad rolls and poor planning he ends up in the worst situations imaginable

Swaggy – a dwarfen paladin of “the force”.  He was our melee frontline/tank/healer.  The biggest problem was his player.  He hadn’t played that much roleplay games before, but he had played a lot of balders gate and similar RPGs.  This meant he only ever saw any problem as something to smash through brute force style.  He also kept arguing game mechanics, trying to compare them to video game ones when we were trying to explain how things worked to him, constantly dragging down the game into arguments about how things should work.  He also wasn’t into any kind of roleplay aspect, let alone as a paladin, so he would spend most of his game time bored until his turn, rolls a dice then goes back to the book he was reading.  He started to wind some of us up but in the end, he stopped coming due to other commitments and things picked up for us

the setup is a magic/steam punk world, standard pathfinder world but a lot of emerging steam punk tech and pistols and such.

we work for a guild, the white lotus (It was months before we asked for the name in game) set up in a massive airship.  The setup is that it takes in various types, particularly talented orphans, people who lost their home etc.  When they are old enough they are assigned to teams and sent off on missions.  This would give us a regular wage and the other big advantage of this setup was a rental system.  Any tools or equipment they find is sold to the guild and can then be rented out to different teams for a reduced price, or bought outright by individuals, with whatever team that brought them in having first dibs.  To accommodate this, we were started off at half gold at level 5, but this system has yet to be used due to circumstances

Our first mission was the carnival of tears.  The DM had not thought of anything yet and had just gotten it offline as he thought it would be fun to put us through the ringer as he liked the horror parts.  Unfortunately, as we had started off with half gold to match the frequent gold we’d get as wages AND we were still mostly new players wanting just a quick adventure to get used to things.  It just ended up a slog fest with the mages unable to do much as they needed to save spells and we were very poorly matched against the cold rider at the end as none of us could get close enough to hurt him and he just kept regenerating.  That’s not where this story truly starts though.  It starts at the debriefing from that.

Session one, part one, the day off

The guild master had given us the day off, and we decided to spend our gold in town, apparently there is a fair on today and a party that evening.  Draspher wanted to get a magic item or two with his share.  As we go through town our DM is constantly rolling dice.  (he does this partially to keep track of tons of side plots happening all the time but also to make us paranoid)

When we reach the shops Draspher checks his pack for his gold.  It turns out that, thanks to an abysmal perception score, has been pick pocketed.  The small amount of gold he had brought with him wasn’t so bad, but the big loss was his wand of cure light wounds.  So, we set off to find our thieves.

Thanks to Sim’s Cheetah we track down the scent to a dirty block of flats.  Deciding against breaking down the door on the place so I knock.  A slit in the door opens and I attempt to bluff our way in.  Unfortunately, the guy recognises us as guild members and I attempt to negotiate/intimidate our way in, pointing out that no matter how much he took from us, it’s not worth the amount of damage to his home and business we would cause trying to get our stuff back.  Again unfortunately, he has already left.  We eventually get in by sim turning into a beetle to get under the door and we start exploring.

After much searching we eventually find a lift that leads to an underground MASSIVE room with all these crates and boxes in it.  We find the wand and start investigating and find one full of swords.  Just then we hear knocking on the door upstairs so we panic and run through a corridor that leads to a sewer, because it always leads back to the sewers eventually.

To avoid completely grouping up, I decide to use my ninja skills to cross the sewer and walk on the other side, I could always just cross again if anything happens to them.  Unfortunately, all the giant sewer rats thought was “one of them is alone, rush him!”.  I dash back to the others and Yurion shows of her planning skills.  As part of the reward from the last mission we got a wand of lightning and we decided she should have it in the hopes of having more to do in combat.  Sure enough, she dips the tip in the sewer water and fries all 7 rats about to attack us.

Part two, party time

When we get out we decide to split up.  I will go with Draspher to report to the guild master and pick up his gold to buy the items.  The rest will party.  The guild master is quite worried about these weapons being in the city and tells us he will sort it out, just don’t mention it to anyone unless they say a code phrase.  We head back, I’m caring Draspher’s gold for security this time (with only a 10% fee for carrying it).  This is an example of Ocelot’s “fair play”.  He immediately upon seeing us in a large crowd starts loudly yelling to us about “how crazy it is that all those swords were there in the secret room under the city” (he even admitted he wanted to deliberately punish us for not remembering to tell us in character we weren’t supposed to tell anyone, stupid anti-metagame crap).  The only thing worth mentioning is that, thanks to a fancy magic machine brought in as an attraction I failed a will save and was made to do the chicken dance (this and the wood chippers from the carnival has sparked a personal hatred of any kind of machinery, I intend to sabotage the next mechanical device the DM throws at us regardless of function).  Eventually we make our way to a pub and start chatting with a girl called “angel” (probably a red herring from the DM as the code phrase mentioned angels to trip us up).  As we are sitting we see a man look at us, get up and make to leave.  A quick perception roll shows us this is the man who was behind the door before.  To stop him, Ocelot throws a glass at his head starting a barfight, I turn invisible to grab him and sim sends her cheetah to attack him.  To help stop him, Draspher makes an illusion of the city guards to try and calm everyone down.  Unfortunately, this starts a stampede of drunks that crushes the unconscious guy, losing us our best lead. And that was the note we finished that session on.