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Eep! my three-hour curriculum advice slot just bloated to a five-hour curriculum advice slot, courtesy of the damned undergrad manager who needed to replace a defaulter. I feel ... used. Also, full of tea, drunk very fast in a 20-minute break. Also, vindictively triumphant at the thought of the probable low quality of my advice at the end of the session.
Particularly satisfying session of jo's game last night, in which the simple, direct strategy I'd thought up in desperation (framed for murder, whole city after us) and which the group's l33t skills had subsequently enabled, actually worked exactly as planned (go straight to king, prove innocence). We would be precisely where we wanted to if Snow Owl would stop being obnoxious. (We love you,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
khoi_boi, but your character apparently studies hard to get my goat ...)
My doom awaits me. *wombles vaguely off, sloshing gently, to face flurries of students for hours at a time*
Last Night I Dreamed: a whole lot of mystic desert stuff. A group of us were stranded in the desert by teleport, and had to slog our way out. If at any point anyone got despairing enough to actually want to die, the desert would become water, and they'd drown. I found a way to teleport out again, with the rest of the group gnomically promising they'd "look after the water." Later, I was in a converted stone church watching the lord of the manor and all his children prepare to put on theatrical presentations with or for a band of gypsies and their dogs.
Particularly satisfying session of jo's game last night, in which the simple, direct strategy I'd thought up in desperation (framed for murder, whole city after us) and which the group's l33t skills had subsequently enabled, actually worked exactly as planned (go straight to king, prove innocence). We would be precisely where we wanted to if Snow Owl would stop being obnoxious. (We love you,
khoi_boi, but your character apparently studies hard to get my goat ...)My doom awaits me. *wombles vaguely off, sloshing gently, to face flurries of students for hours at a time*
Last Night I Dreamed: a whole lot of mystic desert stuff. A group of us were stranded in the desert by teleport, and had to slog our way out. If at any point anyone got despairing enough to actually want to die, the desert would become water, and they'd drown. I found a way to teleport out again, with the rest of the group gnomically promising they'd "look after the water." Later, I was in a converted stone church watching the lord of the manor and all his children prepare to put on theatrical presentations with or for a band of gypsies and their dogs.
