The Scottish Ball - Friday
6 Nov 2001 12:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
karohemdSlept a little longer than I intended due to being on IRC for too long, so I couldn't go to Ely to try and find some props for my Tremere.
Had a nice breakfast instead and drove off to Stansted in time, check in, have lunch at the seafood bar thing, and off the plane goes, on time, which is rare for Ryanair, to Glasgow. We even arrive 10 minutes ahead of schedule. Wait ages for my luggage and finally drag my exceedingly heavy bag (must buy suitcase with rollers) to the station and just see the train departing as I walk through the overpass, so I have to wait for the next one for about 45 minutes in a cold hall.
The Cambridge posse pick me up from the station and help carry my stuff (Thanks, Paul!) to the hotel. Paul and Jason had booked a room where we drop our stuff and head off to register. Our Oz Pack idea for Sabbat is approved and they don't even want to see our character sheets. We show them to Lewis, anyway, and he's fine with them. Cool man, that Lewis, by the way ;o)
As I walk around, I realise I know fewer people there than I did at ICC which worries me a bit but is just proof for how remote Scotland is... ;o)
The bar is more expensive than Cambridge, though :o( I get some take-away pasta from across the road and change for Sabbat. The horrible wig I bought at the Wardrobe proves to be perfect for the Cowardly Lion *grin*.
Our Oz Pack consists of Robin as Dorothy - Tzimisce, Christi as the Wicked Witch - Lasombra, Craig as Toto - City Gangrel, Jason as the Munchkin, Duncan as Scarecrow - Malk Antitribu, Paul as Tin Man and me as the Cowardly Lion - Bruja Antitribu. Robin with pigtails, lipsticks, a gingham skirt and red/gold paper pasted to his boots looks hilarious, especially in Horrid Form and Christi looks great in dark red corset, scar and eye patch. We later raid, pillage and rape an ostrich farm and its inhabitants (Ostrich World will never be the same), and that's all I'm saying. It's our first Sabbat LARP game, and we find it a bit difficult to get into it, it's enjoyable nonetheless. Jason's Munchkin, of all characters, manages to diablerize an Assamite. AFAIK, the only successful diablerie attempt that night.
The costume awards go to Ginnie, Christi and Robin.
Then, it's off to Kevin's/Cathy's for crashing. Taking a taxi is considered a bad idea as the queue is about a hundred yards long, so we head to the bus stop, taking some late night dinner at a fast food joint. Just as the bus is about to arrive, Andy Connell calls as he was left behind by Keef, so Cathy goes to guide him to the bus stop. The bus arrives, we can't see Cathy or Andy, and the queue is too long for us to get in with all our bags, so we don't get on. Still no Cathy, so we go back to the fast food place to sit down. It turns out, Cathy and Andy are on the bus and we're not. Oh well, we've got to wait for another hour. The bus arrives, we get on and take the ride stuffed between loads of people. Fortunately, it's not that far to Kevin's flat and we finally collapse. Body count there: Kevin, Cathy, Christi, Rikk, Andy, Robin and myself.
I can't find my mobile, calling it reveals no Imperial March. Bugger, must have lost it.
After we can finally convince Rikk to switch off TNG, we crash out with more or less success. Robin is felling trees intermittently, Andy farts, Rikk utters strange noises but it's not that bad.
Had a nice breakfast instead and drove off to Stansted in time, check in, have lunch at the seafood bar thing, and off the plane goes, on time, which is rare for Ryanair, to Glasgow. We even arrive 10 minutes ahead of schedule. Wait ages for my luggage and finally drag my exceedingly heavy bag (must buy suitcase with rollers) to the station and just see the train departing as I walk through the overpass, so I have to wait for the next one for about 45 minutes in a cold hall.
The Cambridge posse pick me up from the station and help carry my stuff (Thanks, Paul!) to the hotel. Paul and Jason had booked a room where we drop our stuff and head off to register. Our Oz Pack idea for Sabbat is approved and they don't even want to see our character sheets. We show them to Lewis, anyway, and he's fine with them. Cool man, that Lewis, by the way ;o)
As I walk around, I realise I know fewer people there than I did at ICC which worries me a bit but is just proof for how remote Scotland is... ;o)
The bar is more expensive than Cambridge, though :o( I get some take-away pasta from across the road and change for Sabbat. The horrible wig I bought at the Wardrobe proves to be perfect for the Cowardly Lion *grin*.
Our Oz Pack consists of Robin as Dorothy - Tzimisce, Christi as the Wicked Witch - Lasombra, Craig as Toto - City Gangrel, Jason as the Munchkin, Duncan as Scarecrow - Malk Antitribu, Paul as Tin Man and me as the Cowardly Lion - Bruja Antitribu. Robin with pigtails, lipsticks, a gingham skirt and red/gold paper pasted to his boots looks hilarious, especially in Horrid Form and Christi looks great in dark red corset, scar and eye patch. We later raid, pillage and rape an ostrich farm and its inhabitants (Ostrich World will never be the same), and that's all I'm saying. It's our first Sabbat LARP game, and we find it a bit difficult to get into it, it's enjoyable nonetheless. Jason's Munchkin, of all characters, manages to diablerize an Assamite. AFAIK, the only successful diablerie attempt that night.
The costume awards go to Ginnie, Christi and Robin.
Then, it's off to Kevin's/Cathy's for crashing. Taking a taxi is considered a bad idea as the queue is about a hundred yards long, so we head to the bus stop, taking some late night dinner at a fast food joint. Just as the bus is about to arrive, Andy Connell calls as he was left behind by Keef, so Cathy goes to guide him to the bus stop. The bus arrives, we can't see Cathy or Andy, and the queue is too long for us to get in with all our bags, so we don't get on. Still no Cathy, so we go back to the fast food place to sit down. It turns out, Cathy and Andy are on the bus and we're not. Oh well, we've got to wait for another hour. The bus arrives, we get on and take the ride stuffed between loads of people. Fortunately, it's not that far to Kevin's flat and we finally collapse. Body count there: Kevin, Cathy, Christi, Rikk, Andy, Robin and myself.
I can't find my mobile, calling it reveals no Imperial March. Bugger, must have lost it.
After we can finally convince Rikk to switch off TNG, we crash out with more or less success. Robin is felling trees intermittently, Andy farts, Rikk utters strange noises but it's not that bad.
