My LARP resume. Because all the cool kids are doing it did it a month ago.

LINK to my larp resume on the Boldly Going Nowhere system. Rather incomplete, as I haven't had time to enter everything yet.

If I can't remember a character's name and have no way of looking it up (mostly IMA Small Games Contest games), it's listed simply as ??. If I know the character's name but it's spoilery, it's got a black censor bar.

As seems to be the convention, there are *'s in front of games I particularly enjoyed and %'s in front of games I particularly disliked. (I'm defining "particularly enjoyed" as "Tory is not in the building," given my method LARPer nature; "particularly dislike" is "will still rant about if asked." I tried to be pretty conservative with both.)

( Played in... )

( GMed... )

( Wrote... )

( Fun statistics... )

We can haz Intercon game!

So this isn't the game I was originally planning to premiere at this con, because The Border War or whatever I was going to call it had extensive set requirements, and I just. No fucking spoons to deal with fucking sets. Not happening.

Instead we're premiering something else, something so new that we haven't mentioned it to anyone ever. Not even on our website, which needs to be updated but I'm having fucking server problems.

Towering in the mountains over an endless desert, the last and greatest city on earth stands tall and proud. In the glittering heights, the rich and powerful hobnob and toast. Elizabeth Faulker herself, C.E.O. of Faulker Power Limited, is hosting a press conference and reception celebrating several events of note. An important scientific discovery in a small country town, a new breakthrough in research into human augmentation. The third anniversary of the landmark victory over and annexation of Taiyuan, led by the celebrated General Andreasson, who will be speaking tonight. And, of course, it is her dear son Cantwell's sixteenth birthday.

Below those towers, well...that's a different story. But who has time to worry about poverty, crime, and epidemics when they have a world to rule? Evenings like this have happened before, and the world has kept turning towards destruction. But perhaps not this time...

Folding the River is a futuristic science-fantasy game of power, passion, and desperation, which may or may not involve time travel. This game contains sexual content, war crimes, and other dark subjects, and is recommended for mature players. This is a Paranoid and Crotchety production.

Friday night at Intercoooooooon! Now with more fucking swearing.

Yeah, still dysfunctional.

Question for those of you who have dealt with Massachusetts unemployment services - So they have this thing where you have to make two job contacts a week to keep your benefits. What level of "job contact" counts? "I emailed my resume to two people on Craigslist" or "I got myself two interviews that didn't go horribly"? Or somewhere in between? How much of a pain in the ass is this actually?

I'm trying to figure out whether this is something I'm capable of doing right now. The former is viable. The latter...

I may need to look into disability if my thyroid results come back normal. Because if it's not my thyroid, it's going to be months and months to get myself functional again, but disability would probably take months and months too, and.

Disorder	Your Score
Major Depression:	Extremely High
Dysthymia:	High
Bipolar Disorder:	High
Cyclothymia:	High-Moderate
Seasonal Affective Disorder:	Moderate
Postpartum Depression:	N/A
Take the Depression Test

Ha ha. Ha ha. Ha.

Still looking for a housemate. Along with every other geek in the Boston area, I know. :/

( State of the Tory )

( Job crap )

There. Batch of stuff that I wanted to get out there, somehow. Now I need a shower because I am a greaseball.

IF you = want to live in an awesome apartment in Watertown:
GO here

ELSEIF you = are female and wish to play in a LARP I wrote:
GO here

ELSE
PRINT: "Yup, I still exist! And I'm even doing some stuff, maybe."

Yup, it's that time of the year. Please feel free to signal boost!

tl:dr; Twenty-something woman in Watertown looking for short-term housemate, starting September 1st. 2 bedrooms, 1 bath, all appliances, storage, porches, awesomeness. $775 + utilities.

( Temporary housemate what? )

( What's the place like? )

( What are you looking for in a housemate? )

( Okay, money-talk time. )

So as I mentioned in my other journal, this is the week of Things Falling Apart. My phone's okay (thank fuck), but I may be looking at some dental work and major car work in the upcoming while. Bah, humbug.

This means that I want to sell some goddamn jewelry.

Etsy is just not a good venue for me. It's extremely high-maintenance, and requires a ton of work in photographing and writing up listings for what has been, to me, a very small return. (I probably put at least a half hour of uncharged work into each of those listings. And in years, maybe a quarter of them have sold. Maybe I'm just being overly optimistic, but I do not like those returns. And this market is fucking flooded on Etsy.)

With the exception of one small zombie craft show (it was beyond dead and into zombie, I am not kidding), I've had my happiest times with selling in person. I can let people handle things and try them on, knock down prices because I don't have to deal with online fees, and chat and stuff.

I've heard of other jewelry people having trunk sale parties at people's houses. Now, admittedly, those are Real Jewelry People like kyth-what's-her-name, and I am peanuts, but I am vaguely optimistic that it might go somewhere. So here's what I'm thinking:

Some weekend day, I'll have all my finished pieces out on display (and discount; I want to move some goddamn stock), snacks and drinks, comfy couches, my housemate's cute dog to serve as mascot, etcetera. I'll have my worktable ready for on-the-spot commissions. (I price custom work the same, btw. Materials estimate + labor + itty bitty living space profit margin.) I will basically treat it as A Hanging Out Party With All My Geeky Friends, except with shinies.

This would probably be happening early-to-mid June, either Saturday or Sunday. Date poll may follow. This is more of a general interest-sounding-out would-this-work post.

So, um, yeah. Interest? Would this work?

OHMIGAWD GUYS I WON A ROUND OF KINK_LAS WHUT.

(This will nicely distract me from the fact that in RL, things fall apart. Seriously. Since Monday, I've lost a rear view mirror to a drive-by douchebag, had my phone die, and chipped a molar. WHUT.)

So I have a batch of catch-up to do with reposting ficlets from kink_las, which I've been trying (and failing) to consistently do. But I will jump ahead in the queue and repost this one here, because I'm on a KH kick and because, hey, it won, so it might not suck as much as some of the other shit I've written for kink_las recently.

Title: Mirror Dance
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Rating: pr0nz
Summary: When you have your nobody inside you, looking in mirrors can be interesting. Kairi/Naminé.
Notes: Originally written for the kink_las comm on LJ, with the challenge element of sixty-nine. I expected it to tank; it won that round. (From my point of view, it suffered a lot from this-was-beautiful-in-my-head-but-didn't-translate-to-prose syndrome. I think other writertypes will know what I mean? Anyway.)

( Apparently they were looking for semi-abstract lyrical girlporn or something. )

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Title: What Happens in Vegas...
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Rating: PG-13-R-ish for some mentions of stuff?
Summary: Xaldin goes hunting.
Notes: So this fic has its origins in the KH fanLARP that mllelaurel and I are always planning and will never write because fanLARPs are problematic. A piece of our headcanon about III and X. The LARP origins are probably why it insisted upon being in second person, which I'm accustomed to writing character sheets in, but which I find weird as hell for fiction...except this, apparently. :/ Really, this whole damn thing was way outside of my writerly comfort zone.

Also, I feel a need to apologize for the lack of actual detailed hot gambling action. The most knowledge I have of this field comes from dealing poker, badly, with GM assistance, in (you guessed it) a LARP.

( Because facial hair and piercings go hand in hand in the Org. )

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So since Friday night, I've done all my laundry, made a pot of fantastic chicken soup, hung out for hours'n'hours with Teh Girlfriend, and written lots of KH fanfic. And I really want to talk about what I'm working on right now despite the fact that it's not finished and postable, so bwah, WIP post.

Friday, during Shut Up & Write Night (ask me more if you're local to me and don't know), I was kind of at a loss, so I fired up the Random Pairing Generator of Doom, wrote a ficlet or two, and then a ficlet got out of hand. Way out of hand.

No title yet, but it could be described as Roxas And Ventus' Excellent Adventures In Sora's Heart, Now With More Symbolic Stained Glass And Shit. It's currently at about 3,300 words and I have no idea when it will end or where, exactly, it's going. There may or may not be pr0n.

"You're..." The boy frowns, looking him up and down, and there's something like fear in his eyes. Roxas abruptly realizes he isn't wearing his coat. He's in his clothes from Twilight Town instead, and they're dressed nearly identically. The other boy's jacket is half-different, with a strange bit of armor strapped to one arm. "Please don't tell me I have another evil twin?"

"Hm. No. I'm Sora's evil twin. Well. Kairi says I'm more like his cranky twin. Who the hell are you?"

And today I abruptly started pouring out a bit of complete asspull headcanon/backstory for Luxord, which involves Xaldin. Because clearly I needed more manly-men who take their facial hair and piercings seriously. Or something. It is currently at about 2,100 words, called "What Happens In Vegas," needs one more scene to be complete, and despite the title it's not actually pr0n. It's also in second person. BECAUSE MY BRAIN IS WEIRD AND WRITES TOO MANY LARPS or something.

"I don't have tells," you whisper. You've been practicing in the mirror since you were eleven. And you are not, exactly, a young man.

He steeples his hands and looks at you--into you--and his eyes, the color of a stormy late sunset, are like scalpels. "You have a heart," he murmurs. "Of course you have tells."

Oh, I also apped a character for aather. Because I'm insane. It's mllelaurel's fault. I should know in a week or two, maybe?

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So I was looking at the newbie post suggestion on kingdomhearts and realizing that what I wanted to say kind of went beyond the following:

Name: Letterblade (sometimes also known as wired_lizard, Arkady, or M'lah Sihfay)
Age: 27
How you got into the Kingdom Hearts games: Through my girlfriend mllelaurel squeeing about them. (She, in turn, osmosed through fic and fandom.)
Fave female char: ....see, this is where I stop and do something else, because I can never pick just one.

I love 'em all.

( In which I dementedly interview myself. Long, rambly, heavy on the meta, contains talk about sex and kink, as well as vague BbS spoilers. )

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FIC. Not for a challenge or anything, just fic for the sake of fic. :D

This was an idea I started a while back, and as I was derping around, I realized I could probably finish it pretty quickly. Not painlessly; the bunny was inherently fucking angsty. This is part raw draft and part somewhat-edited bits from earlier. (Since I haven't posted non-challenge fic in forever, and never posted fic in this journal, I kind of feel like reiterating my general process: as soon as I finish a viable draft, I generally post it to journal, then let it sit for a bit, do a final editing polish, and upload it to archive[s].)

Title: Spring Cleaning
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Rating: Um, G? PG? Gen for once. (!) Just depressing gen.
Summary: So for a fair chunk of the year that he was missing from home, all but a few people forgot that Sora even existed. Which is just a little weird and embarrassing if you're somebody who he met for a day on another world, but what if you're a lot closer to him than that?

( Happy birthday, dear somebody, happy birthday to you... )

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Bleh.

In part, I suspect, because my recent fannish activity has actually been on LiveJournal. (The kink_las challenge that I've been involved in. Which seems to have stalled out for the moment.) And in part because I've been trying to diminish my fandom involvement. Apart from kink_las, I've barely written fic in a while. I haven't really been involved in active fannish discussion and general geeking/squeeing, outside of a few in-person friends, for years.

I miss it.

At any rate. I'm going to be trying to make use of this journal again. For fandom stuff. As was its intent. I also need to scrape together an update of my fic archive, as it's been several years. (Which means I need to re-acquaint myself with the slapdash PHP code I put together to streamline the indexes. Here's hoping I remembered comments.) In the meantime, I'm considering uploading to Archive of Our Own. Because that's an archive that I like and actually seems to be active. Skyehawke used to be my secondary archive, but I haven't used that in a while. I also can't quite decide whether to put up everything at AoOO, or just the stuff that I'm proud of and/or is popular. (i.e. do I bother with all my old FMA drabbles and crap like that?)

I defaulted on kink_bingo this year, because as the deadline was coming up, I was feeling overwhelmed with the concept of being involved with fannish stuff again. And not having much luck writing something. And I wanted to give myself an excuse to not sign up next year and get pummeled by the challenge again (as happened the first year I did it.)

And...yeah. Fandom. Of course, the two fandoms I'm currently most interested in either don't exist (Xenosaga) or seem to have faded considerably with time (Kingdom Hearts). Such is my luck.

I have things to attend to. :D

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What am I doing RITE NAO? I'll be competing in a an ongoing poetry contest:

Do You Like To Write? Like to write? Love writing poetry? Great! There is a new challenge, called [Bad username: lastpoetstanding], where you write a a poem every week based on a different style of poetry prompt! Then they get voted on and the person with the least votes is out that week and the person with the most is safe the next week till you have one author standing who wins! What do you win? A snazzy graphic and 3 free skips for the next round if you sign-up! You don't even need to be a GREAT poet! ..who will come out on top?

I'm doing this purely to see how long I last; I have no delusions that I'm a good poet. And how long I do last will probably depend upon what styles and forms they prompt, seeing as I have difficulty with meter and can't rhyme at all. Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!

Other things I need to post here: Three pieces of fic for kink_las, photos of me in the Ballgown of Doom that I sewed in the last two weeks, game write-ups for Palindrome, game write-ups for Festival, catchup info on my life in general, etcetera.

Other things I need to do: Job research, writing my goddamn novel.

[There's, like, 3429834 things I should post here, but this is what is on my mind as I click to the update window. So this is what you get. *headdesk*]

So I'm in this kink_las thang, and right now it's making me contemplative. At this point (after the last elimination) it's down to six writers. I've generally been coming in second place so far. Never won a challenge, but I obviously haven't been eliminated. This round I was second from last, and this has made me contemplative and vaguely emo.

( In which I ramble about fanfic preferences and my own writing, am a bit of a fic snob, and possibly sound butthurt. )

tl;dr: Comm has a Whoverse bias and is not always congruous with my own understandings of what kink is, which makes me cranky on a purely personal level that has little to do with the actual challenge mods and members. Also, I'm long-winded and I hate it. :P

PARANOID & CROTCHETY WEBSITE UPDATE

For the first time in fucking forever. Go. Bask in our cleverness. :D

One: If anybody wants to come over and help me STUFF ALL THE GAMES!! this afternoon, drop me a line. I will feed you and love you lots.

Two: Does anyone going to Festival happen to have a tutu, especially a long one (romantic-style, if you know your ballet), that would happen to fit a 42" waist? I find myself SERIOUSLY CRAVING A TUTU for Better Off Dead for some reason. Tutuuuuuuuuuu! If I had any extra time, I'd run to a fabric store, by toule, and whip up the crappiest rush job evar, but I may not. Have time, that is.

But that is far preferable to the LARP situation being absurd.

I HAVE A GM FOR CROWNS. Thank you all so much for your help. :D

Also, as I was writing today, pookit came over and made some amazing props for this game. Seriously, they are gorgeous. Will post photos when I have a chance (read: after Festival.)

I have seven more character sheets to finish up tomorrow, and then a batch of miscellaneous stuff to write for Crowns and two games to format and print and stuff. But life is good.

Speaking of stuffing, I am semi-officially having a game-stuffing party. Which is to say, if you are okay being potentially minorly spoiled for A Crown of Hearts and/or Stars Over Atlantis, come over to my place on Friday during the day and I will feed you and give you shit to do.

Not that I expect much of anybody to see this, what with LJ pooping out on us constantly. Need to remember where that LJ backup utility is. After Festival. Before Festival, there is no time.

So I'm about to have to go ask players, who have already signed up and been cast, to GM for me. I HATE DOING THIS for about sixty bajillion different reasons.

So I'm putting out a last call. Seriously, at this point, I DON'T CARE IF YOU'VE NEVER GMed. I DON'T CARE IF YOU'VE NEVER LARPed. At this point, I'm confident that I have sufficiently detailed notes that I can hand over a fair chunk of the game to someone who can read instructions, talk and listen and think, and has a vague idea of how RPGs work. (And I'm pretty sure everyone I know fills those requirements. Nerd circles, yaknow.)

If you're a tabletop GM who's never LARPed, perfect; if you're a tabletop player who's never LARPed, bring it on. Sure, there's a lot of stuff in this game that a completely newb GM couldn't handle, but that's what I'm there for. I'm okay with being run ragged GMing this game; I just want it to run with relatively minimal lag and GM queues for the players, which is why I'm not okay running it solo. Because frustrated players make sad players, and sad players make sad game.

PLZ HALP.

Original post here.

I just got to use the phrase "the quiddities of enchanted headgear" in a character sheet.

Much progress today, even with time lost to usernamenumber's birthday party. (He had karoake. My Achilles heel of party attendance.) I will treat myself to a nap.