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Well, this weekend certainly was... full, I guess.
It probably isn't a good time to air my emotional state just yet - I'm still not quite certain where it is myself. All the same, I feel a need to say something.
( This is a bit where I admit to frailties and angst a bit. Read on if you don't have any wish to hear it. )
That aside, the weekend was a rather good one. I didn't quite get as much dancing done as I would have liked, as large numbers of people on the dancefloor put out far too much heat for me to be able to stand it too long. On the other hand, a combination of walking and warfare still has most of my musculature complaining a bit, so I can consider myself well and truly exercised all the same.
On Saturday afternoon we commenced Operation Jellie - a large pacifist warfare battle at Jellie Park, fairly close to the party venue. I borrowed some robes, a paper sword and Adam's squeaky hammer, and perfomed in the service of the Reformed Church of the Great Old Ones. Our procession from the White Palace to the battleground was greeted with varying degrees of amusement, bemusement, grumpiness and awe by passersby and passed-by of all ages. Many cars slowed down to look at people and banners. Generally speaking, people seemed quite good-natured about it, and young children seemed to think we were cool.
The field of battle was rather fun and chaotic, with a variety of Alf's Imperials, necromancers, cheerleaders, horsemen of the rock apocalypse, Otagoan Gaelics and Highlanders (the Cthulhu cultists had told the Scots that if they helped take over the world, then they could kill all the English), Lindskiis, soccer hooligans, zombies, Commies and so forth. There was a lot of hey-nonny-nonny-ia-fthagn and flourbombs all over the place.
Late in the piece the cultists managed to sacrifice a few of their members to summon a shoggoth - a great black tentacled monstrosity that gibbers and flails and eats people. This was a rather fiendish Lesley-built, Kat-inspired, shiny-fabricked construction that allowed a number of people inside to walk around in a group, their arms inserted through long black tentacle-sleeves to allow them to flail at passersby. As the shoggoth charged at ate more people, it grew, sprouting more tentacles and bloating in size.
Unfortunately, shoggoths can only really get so big before becoming rather unwieldy, and after a rain of frozen peas from the spud-gun artillery corps and an intrepid member of Alf's Imperial Army managing to enter the bowels of the shoggoth alive and in good mettle, its injuries began to tell and it collapsed (i.e. we all fell down). The remaining cultists, dismayed and in disarray, fled the field of battle leaving the Forces of Chaos victorious over the Forces of Darkness. And then we all shook hands and went back in time for tea.
I got to catch up with a number of people I hadn't seen in ages over the course of the weekend, including Jarrod and Naomi from Dunedin (who both seem to be quite neat people), and my ex-girlfriend Cylk/Sonja. I went out with her for all of a couple of weeks back in the dim dark past of the mid-nineties, not too long after I first met her. Things were quite distant for a long while, and then eventually we got to talking (from opposite ends of the country), and actually got to know each other properly. It's nice to have a reminder that friendships can prosper even rather difficult terrain.
A musical note (pun unintended, for once): Lifeforce (a side-project of Machinae Supremacy) have done a very nice remake of Further by VNV Nation. I heartily recommend it, and thank![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aigantighe for recommending them. He's good like that.
The sun was born so it shall die
So only shadows comfort me
I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me
Each day shall end as it begins
And though you're far away from me
I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me
It probably isn't a good time to air my emotional state just yet - I'm still not quite certain where it is myself. All the same, I feel a need to say something.
( This is a bit where I admit to frailties and angst a bit. Read on if you don't have any wish to hear it. )
That aside, the weekend was a rather good one. I didn't quite get as much dancing done as I would have liked, as large numbers of people on the dancefloor put out far too much heat for me to be able to stand it too long. On the other hand, a combination of walking and warfare still has most of my musculature complaining a bit, so I can consider myself well and truly exercised all the same.
On Saturday afternoon we commenced Operation Jellie - a large pacifist warfare battle at Jellie Park, fairly close to the party venue. I borrowed some robes, a paper sword and Adam's squeaky hammer, and perfomed in the service of the Reformed Church of the Great Old Ones. Our procession from the White Palace to the battleground was greeted with varying degrees of amusement, bemusement, grumpiness and awe by passersby and passed-by of all ages. Many cars slowed down to look at people and banners. Generally speaking, people seemed quite good-natured about it, and young children seemed to think we were cool.
The field of battle was rather fun and chaotic, with a variety of Alf's Imperials, necromancers, cheerleaders, horsemen of the rock apocalypse, Otagoan Gaelics and Highlanders (the Cthulhu cultists had told the Scots that if they helped take over the world, then they could kill all the English), Lindskiis, soccer hooligans, zombies, Commies and so forth. There was a lot of hey-nonny-nonny-ia-fthagn and flourbombs all over the place.
Late in the piece the cultists managed to sacrifice a few of their members to summon a shoggoth - a great black tentacled monstrosity that gibbers and flails and eats people. This was a rather fiendish Lesley-built, Kat-inspired, shiny-fabricked construction that allowed a number of people inside to walk around in a group, their arms inserted through long black tentacle-sleeves to allow them to flail at passersby. As the shoggoth charged at ate more people, it grew, sprouting more tentacles and bloating in size.
Unfortunately, shoggoths can only really get so big before becoming rather unwieldy, and after a rain of frozen peas from the spud-gun artillery corps and an intrepid member of Alf's Imperial Army managing to enter the bowels of the shoggoth alive and in good mettle, its injuries began to tell and it collapsed (i.e. we all fell down). The remaining cultists, dismayed and in disarray, fled the field of battle leaving the Forces of Chaos victorious over the Forces of Darkness. And then we all shook hands and went back in time for tea.
I got to catch up with a number of people I hadn't seen in ages over the course of the weekend, including Jarrod and Naomi from Dunedin (who both seem to be quite neat people), and my ex-girlfriend Cylk/Sonja. I went out with her for all of a couple of weeks back in the dim dark past of the mid-nineties, not too long after I first met her. Things were quite distant for a long while, and then eventually we got to talking (from opposite ends of the country), and actually got to know each other properly. It's nice to have a reminder that friendships can prosper even rather difficult terrain.
A musical note (pun unintended, for once): Lifeforce (a side-project of Machinae Supremacy) have done a very nice remake of Further by VNV Nation. I heartily recommend it, and thank
aigantighe for recommending them. He's good like that.The sun was born so it shall die
So only shadows comfort me
I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me
Each day shall end as it begins
And though you're far away from me
I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me
