Friday
Both of us had the day off. Did a bit of lazing about, then some shopping, then went to see Shark Boy and Lava Girl in 3D, then ate at the Brewery Bar III (our current favorite Mexican/famil place). Came home, built a couple of new CoH characters to duo with, did some of that, went to sleep.
Saturday
Hung out a bit. Did laundry. About 1, started the CoH Hess Task Force, as organized by Doyce. That went until 5 or so, at which point there were plans to do the Citadel (Bastion) TF. We begged off for a dinner break for Kitten (McDonalds, as a reward for her good behavior). Got home, launched into the TF, ended way late but up a couple of levels easy.
Sunday
Church, then rush-rush to clean the house, in prep for our Independence Day Casual Get-Together and Gaming Evening. Folks arrived at 3, we ate yummy food about 6, we finally played a single game of Munchkin that ran until about 11, and we called it a night. Much, much fun. Have to do this more often.
Monday
I woke up early, alas. Did clean-up from the night before. Took Kitten to the pool — er, well, not our neighborhood pool because it was crowded to overflow — at least as many cars out on the street as in the parking lot. So we went over to the Lone Tree rec center, which was much nicer, and has a water slide and a river and fun stuff like that. Spent about an hour, came home, played some CoH. Randy came over to watch JLU and TT, then we ate dinner, did some more CoH, and went to bed … well, in about fifteen minutes.
Not a bad weekend, as such things go. And, as such things always go, too short …
Uh-oh. So the Task Force I just invited you guys on is one you just did? Oops. Well, the Alliance can help out if you don’t want to do it again so soon.
So, what do you think of the current JLU stotyline? (I really like Jeffrey Combs as the Question. And his relationship with the Huntress is pretty interesting, too.)
Yup. That’s the same TF. We have other characters who could do it, but I don’t think next Sunday’s going to work for us.
And I’m enjoying the JLU stuff. My initial cavils at the show — too little time for character development as the cast explosed and we lost the multi-parters — are now groundless.
You know, it occures to me that if my graphics card hadn’t failed, costing me two weks of playing, I’d have gotten this TF first! Oh, well. Doyce and Stan have both offered to pitch in, and I’m sure I can dig up some help from the Alliance.
Speaking of the Alliance, have you guys read my…er, Avocet’s posts in the “Lives in Costume” section of the Alliance site? Nobody’s mentioned it, so I have no idea if the response is positive or negative. I’m not sure if I’m overdoing the RP in-game. (Last night was the only time RP has ever caused me to hyperventilate–Avocet had an *extremely* traumatic experience!)
Yes Avo.
I at least skim everthing posted. Your Allegro plot is most amusing. I will say you did manage to have the perfect two weeks off for avo to want to be around Allegro.
Keep it up, I am enjoying the story line so far.
Also, a bit of fun.
Puck picked up her Invincible Badge for 500k damage on sunday smacking around Carnie’s (Carnie’s are a lot of fun).
NO! Carnies are not fun!
I literally began hyperventilating while fighting them yesterday!
Okay, it’s because I was too into Avocet’s character:
No problems at first. Hanging back, sniping tiny figures in the distance. Then they began to break though our ranks. I found myself being surrounded. By clowns. Female clowns. In face paint and brightly-colored leotards. They looked like… like…
How? How could I do it?
I couldn’t. I began trembling. Then I started hyperventilating. ((Really.)) I froze.
I came to in another part of the warehouse. Shock.Therapy, the only one of us to have made it to safety, had teleported us to her location. I pulled myself to my knees.
Avocet: I… I may have been… the wrong person to bring…
Shock.Therapy: I have no idea how I managed not to take a nap on that one.
Malcalypse: Piffle.
Kinetica shrugs her shoulders some, stretching a little, “Okay.. That stung a little.”
Avocet: I don’t… I don’t know if I can…do this.
Shock.Therapy: Avocet…stop it don’t talk crazy.
Avocet whispers Clowns… Attacking clowns…
Malcalypse: Do what you can, and don’t worry about it.
Kinetica: Oh shush Avo. They are spoiled sociopathic little girls who wear far too much makeup and dress in too little clothes and tend to sucks the lives and souls of men and animate them as those big hulking thugs with hammers and pots for helmets.
Avocet: It’s… it’s…
Shock.Therapy: Now get up on your feet Avocet.
Avocet: Right.
Malcalypse: No. It’s not.
Avocet: You’re right.
Shock.Therapy talks in her no nonsense voice.
Avocet: Sorry.
Avocet: I… I won’t freeze again.
Shock.Therapy: We are in this together.
Somehow I made it through the mission. But every time a Harlequin or a Juggler got close, and I had to slam her into the wall or floor with a blast of energy, it would wrench my very soul. The worst was when they got so close, we were looking into each others’ eyes. Sometimes I would pause to look at a supine form, stretched out on the floor, and I’d have to jar myself back into the real world.
When we gout out of there, I dropped, trembling, to my knees. I began retching. “Clowns. Why did it have to be clowns?”
Finally caught up with the various posts (and the boards in general). Good stuff.
The TF stuff from the weekend is written up (sketchily) here.