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Running a roleplaying game is possibly the third most exhausting thing in the multiverse. One of the top two is running a tut for a classroom full of students who haven't done the preparation, which is why I threw three-quarters of my class out this afternoon, electing to teach - and record as present - only those who had actually watched the designated movie. See jackboots, fascist, for the use of. The Falkenstein game this evening was far more positive, entailing the infiltration of a high-society Victorian ball by the intrepid party, some of whom even have social skills. Upshot: one hob trapped by sorcery, one sorceror in disgrace with his sister, one Bayernese army officer in close confab with Professor von Helsing, and one Sidhe lord surrounded by ladies, the social success of the evening. Also one semi-dead DM. The problem with intricate plot-layering is keeping track of the damned things. They wriggle.

I was rather amused by this: Vogue's fashion shoot of couture in various scenarios from Alice In Wonderland. Curiously disturbing, actually.