Weird Weather Monday
Jul. 25th, 2022 11:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickAs in, we SORT of had a thunderstorm this evening? There were a few rumbles of thunder, and it rained REALLY HARD for a few minutes, but other than that -- nothing. O.o I am confuse (and annoyed it all happened while I was in the SHOWER, trying to get clean as fast as possible). Suppose I should just be grateful that it didn't keep me off the computer too long. . . Anyway, my day in a nutshell --
Work – Eh – building was SUPER hot when we first got in (AC apparently wasn’t running during the weekend), then I had bit of a long and complicated GL to start the day, then I had to field some voicemails and questions forwarded from the bosses, and now I’ve got a project to comb through a bunch of batches looking for gifts that were posted to the wrong year. *sigh* Which isn’t exactly HARD, it’s just gonna take a while, and while it DOES fill the time, it’s just. . .eh. Not the BEST start to the final week before my vacation!
Beanbags – Noope – thunderstorm watch combined with some THICK humidity meant that we shall not play until tomorrow at the earliest. We’re all gonna be so out of practice when we get back to it. XD
To-Do List –
1. Get in a workout: Check – back on the bike, and onto the next Oxventure Stream, “Heir Superiority!” After a week of “bimbling” about at sea with their sponsor’s IPA (and learning that Seal Gaiman is a mean drunk), the Oxventurers landed at the quaint little town of Dunridge, where they found a man who had invented the hot dog, but not the NAME “hot dog.” He was calling it a variety of things, including – very wrongly – “long pork,” which led to a VERY awkward moment between him and Corazon where Corazon was like “haven’t eaten that since my last shipwreck – wait, no, uh, NEVER HAD THAT” and the hot-dog-seller was like “ME EITHER.” XD But the gang was only too happy to buy some sausages inna bun (or, in Dob’s case, onions in a bun, as he’s MOSTLY vegetarian). The seller asked if they were adventurers (having clocked the hempen rope) –
And then, in a semi-subtle way, started quietly asking them for help in between shilling the town. Dob, trying to make things easier for the poor man, Messaged him and said that he could hear his thoughts and just to think what the trouble was – the dude, doing a poor ventriloquist impersonation IN HIS OWN HEAD, revealed that the issue was the king, who was something of an awful monarch. And he’d only had the job two weeks! He said it would be easier if he could just say all this out loud and asked Dob to ask him about tourism here; Dob obliged, though he had to contend with Corazon (who had been stealing hot dogs while the seller was otherwise occupied) complaining about Dob asking about tourism when they were just stopping to get lunch. Dob claimed someone had said he couldn’t eat twenty hot dogs in five minutes to distract him, and Corazon promptly scarfed down about eighteen before managing to get some hot dog in his lung. D: Fortunately Egbert was on hand to stuff a hand down his gullet and cast Cure Wounds, causing the hot dog and bun to be absorbed by Corazon’s body. XD Have I mentioned lately that this lot is very, very weird? XD
Anyway, tourism! The seller was only too happy to tell them all about how, for years upon years, Dunridge had no king – but it DID have a sword stuck in a plinth, with a legend about how the one who could pull it free would be the rightful ruler. There was even a festival set up around this, where everyone in town would come and have a pull once a year – but THIS year, two weeks ago, the butcher’s apprentice Linton managed to pull the damn thing, proclaimed himself king by will of the sword, and had the local tavern turned into his personal mead hall. Prudence started to snark, but the seller warned her via onions that the king does NOT take criticism well and has spies everywhere. Dob asked where they could see the king and his mead hall, and the guy pointed them in the right direction. Corazon, cured of his meat-lung, was not happy to learn they had a quest as they started over, and Dob was like “if you don’t want to do quests, you are in the wrong game.” XD There was also some talk about whether or not they should call themselves “adventurers,” mostly because Dob is still feeling the guilt about that town of assholes their skeleton army burned down. XD Egbert suggested they call themselves “independent contractors,” Corazon “uncontrolled rowdies” – Prudence eventually combined them into “independent rowdies.” XD I mean, if the shoe fits. . .
Anyway, Corazon was talked around to doing the quest – they had nothing else going on, after all – but wanted to see the plinth before they went to see King Linton himself. The plinth itself was fairly average, if marked by an ostentatious plaque declaring Linton’s awesome moment of kingship – however, as Corazon examined it, he found that there was some sort of hollow space underneath it. Hmmm. He relayed his findings to the others, and a plan to put up a tent with a sign saying they were either spraying for bugs or putting up ANOTHER plaque was hatched, so they could pull up or destroy the plinth and see what was inside. Merilwen was for this but was like “maybe we should meet the king first and get sort of royal permission to do this?”
Merilwen was immediately proclaimed the Oxventurers’ ambassador. She was clearly not thrilled about this. XD The gang decided they’d have her take the lead and pretend to be from another town who wants to add to the plaque (with Prudence being like “and if he’s super-rich, we can take his money to beat down rebellion!” Corazon: “Or blackmail him because we know his secret.” Prudence: “Also good!”), and if that doesn’t work out, they can pretend to be exterminators later.
And so it was off to the mead hall (which Merilwen decried as generic, and Johnny used as the set up to an “all bar one” pun), where they were met by two guards outside, neither of whom seemed very keen on their king either. Linton is not popular among his people – and when the Oxventurers finally got in, it was immediately obvious why: Linton is a literal snot-nosed angsty teen with a voice like a violin being attacked. *wince* Oh dear. Doesn’t sound like they’re gonna have a fun meeting tomorrow!
2. Continue writing “Londerland Bloodlines: Downtown Queensland”: Check – Alice has turned in the Elizabeth Dane quest, and has received the Grout one from LaCroix! Though it should be said that, in this reality, he’s also told her that she needs to take care of the plaguebearer stuff first, because that’s the bigger threat. Which makes sense to me – I know it’s just a sidequest in the game, but – it’s a freaking PLAGUE. LaCroix SHOULD be aware of it and want it gone as much as all the other characters. But yes, plaguebearer, then Grout. Now Alice just needs to receive her apartment, and I can FINALLY get two people back together. :)
3. Keep up with YouTube Subs: Check – easy two-in, two-out, both with surprisingly dark themes today –
A) First up, Call Me Kevin playing the survival game Green Hell – in VR! He’s already given the regular version a run in the past, so he figured he might as well try the very-first-person version. XD As you might imagine, it was very Keviny – like, he spent most of his time in the tutorial either deliberately trying to injure himself, ignoring his wife, or failing badly to start a fire for a start. And when it came to the actual game. . .well. Dude wakes up in the rainforest with his wife gone (apparently kidnapped by the natives?), and since Kevin is in control, he spends most of his time stumbling about, eating ANYTHING that might be edible regardless of the danger to body or mind (putting live raw larva down his gullet hurts his sanity? Kevin no care, that’s free protein! Animal droppings make him sick? Kevin no care, he can’t find anything else!). XD Not to mention the further failures to start a fire (and then, the first time he DID manage it, it just started raining and put it out again); the constant gathering of dead animals as “pets” (and then discovering they’d all spoiled when he went to eat them); the constant passing out from hunger, thirst, or just plain exhaustion (as Kevin kept basically refusing to let him drink water or actually sleep); the weird plot-important drug trip he was forced to go on to remember what happened to himself and his wife (admittedly that one wasn’t Kevin’s fault). . .seriously, it was rough. And made it all the funnier when Kevin kept breaking out in little dance routines and going “ooga booga!” whenever he managed to actually succeed (like finding and cooking bananas, or spearing his first crab). XD He lasted all of – well, I don’t actually know, but it was WAY longer than I thought it would be, given he was basically passing out every five minutes. But in the end, the infected wounds Kevin refused to wrap with leaves is what got him. Ah well – he’s in a better place now! ...a hot basement in Spain.
B) And second, we had GrayStillPlays playing Hungry Lamu, an indie horror game that IS on the jumpscare side, sadly. Though only at the very end, apparently. Most of the game is one of those “it’s cute but creepy” 2-D games, where you play as a cute hungry lamu looking for stuff to eat! Stuff to eat includes cherries, a banana dog you smash with a rock, an apple person you sting with bees, a pear person you burn out of a bush, and an orange person you drop out of a tree by chopping it down. But Lamu is still hungry after all that. . .which is when the game switches to PS2-era 3-D graphics, where you play as a human on a camping trip with friends, who has to find what’s LEFT of said friends and then try to escape the lamu. Apparently the death scenes are gruesome enough that Gray GENUINELY DIDN’T WANT TO SHOW THEM. And, as Gray made sure to smash up the car in the cutesy portion of the game, the actual human protagonist did NOT get to escape and instead was jumpscared by the lamu, who got a full-course meal! Given that was ending 2 of 2, I assume there is an option for the sole survivor to escape if you don’t smash the car, but – well. We all know Gray isn’t interested in SAVING people. XD
4. Get my tumblr queues sorted: N/A for tonight, but I did take a look at my drafts to see what I might want to post after the Wednesday Chill Save update. Got a fair amount of “Fallout of Darkness” hanging out in my drafts, so I might start clearing some of that up. :)
*nods* Not bad, not bad. . .now time to wrap things up and head to bed! And hopefully not deal with lamus in the process. :p Night all!
Work – Eh – building was SUPER hot when we first got in (AC apparently wasn’t running during the weekend), then I had bit of a long and complicated GL to start the day, then I had to field some voicemails and questions forwarded from the bosses, and now I’ve got a project to comb through a bunch of batches looking for gifts that were posted to the wrong year. *sigh* Which isn’t exactly HARD, it’s just gonna take a while, and while it DOES fill the time, it’s just. . .eh. Not the BEST start to the final week before my vacation!
Beanbags – Noope – thunderstorm watch combined with some THICK humidity meant that we shall not play until tomorrow at the earliest. We’re all gonna be so out of practice when we get back to it. XD
To-Do List –
1. Get in a workout: Check – back on the bike, and onto the next Oxventure Stream, “Heir Superiority!” After a week of “bimbling” about at sea with their sponsor’s IPA (and learning that Seal Gaiman is a mean drunk), the Oxventurers landed at the quaint little town of Dunridge, where they found a man who had invented the hot dog, but not the NAME “hot dog.” He was calling it a variety of things, including – very wrongly – “long pork,” which led to a VERY awkward moment between him and Corazon where Corazon was like “haven’t eaten that since my last shipwreck – wait, no, uh, NEVER HAD THAT” and the hot-dog-seller was like “ME EITHER.” XD But the gang was only too happy to buy some sausages inna bun (or, in Dob’s case, onions in a bun, as he’s MOSTLY vegetarian). The seller asked if they were adventurers (having clocked the hempen rope) –
And then, in a semi-subtle way, started quietly asking them for help in between shilling the town. Dob, trying to make things easier for the poor man, Messaged him and said that he could hear his thoughts and just to think what the trouble was – the dude, doing a poor ventriloquist impersonation IN HIS OWN HEAD, revealed that the issue was the king, who was something of an awful monarch. And he’d only had the job two weeks! He said it would be easier if he could just say all this out loud and asked Dob to ask him about tourism here; Dob obliged, though he had to contend with Corazon (who had been stealing hot dogs while the seller was otherwise occupied) complaining about Dob asking about tourism when they were just stopping to get lunch. Dob claimed someone had said he couldn’t eat twenty hot dogs in five minutes to distract him, and Corazon promptly scarfed down about eighteen before managing to get some hot dog in his lung. D: Fortunately Egbert was on hand to stuff a hand down his gullet and cast Cure Wounds, causing the hot dog and bun to be absorbed by Corazon’s body. XD Have I mentioned lately that this lot is very, very weird? XD
Anyway, tourism! The seller was only too happy to tell them all about how, for years upon years, Dunridge had no king – but it DID have a sword stuck in a plinth, with a legend about how the one who could pull it free would be the rightful ruler. There was even a festival set up around this, where everyone in town would come and have a pull once a year – but THIS year, two weeks ago, the butcher’s apprentice Linton managed to pull the damn thing, proclaimed himself king by will of the sword, and had the local tavern turned into his personal mead hall. Prudence started to snark, but the seller warned her via onions that the king does NOT take criticism well and has spies everywhere. Dob asked where they could see the king and his mead hall, and the guy pointed them in the right direction. Corazon, cured of his meat-lung, was not happy to learn they had a quest as they started over, and Dob was like “if you don’t want to do quests, you are in the wrong game.” XD There was also some talk about whether or not they should call themselves “adventurers,” mostly because Dob is still feeling the guilt about that town of assholes their skeleton army burned down. XD Egbert suggested they call themselves “independent contractors,” Corazon “uncontrolled rowdies” – Prudence eventually combined them into “independent rowdies.” XD I mean, if the shoe fits. . .
Anyway, Corazon was talked around to doing the quest – they had nothing else going on, after all – but wanted to see the plinth before they went to see King Linton himself. The plinth itself was fairly average, if marked by an ostentatious plaque declaring Linton’s awesome moment of kingship – however, as Corazon examined it, he found that there was some sort of hollow space underneath it. Hmmm. He relayed his findings to the others, and a plan to put up a tent with a sign saying they were either spraying for bugs or putting up ANOTHER plaque was hatched, so they could pull up or destroy the plinth and see what was inside. Merilwen was for this but was like “maybe we should meet the king first and get sort of royal permission to do this?”
Merilwen was immediately proclaimed the Oxventurers’ ambassador. She was clearly not thrilled about this. XD The gang decided they’d have her take the lead and pretend to be from another town who wants to add to the plaque (with Prudence being like “and if he’s super-rich, we can take his money to beat down rebellion!” Corazon: “Or blackmail him because we know his secret.” Prudence: “Also good!”), and if that doesn’t work out, they can pretend to be exterminators later.
And so it was off to the mead hall (which Merilwen decried as generic, and Johnny used as the set up to an “all bar one” pun), where they were met by two guards outside, neither of whom seemed very keen on their king either. Linton is not popular among his people – and when the Oxventurers finally got in, it was immediately obvious why: Linton is a literal snot-nosed angsty teen with a voice like a violin being attacked. *wince* Oh dear. Doesn’t sound like they’re gonna have a fun meeting tomorrow!
2. Continue writing “Londerland Bloodlines: Downtown Queensland”: Check – Alice has turned in the Elizabeth Dane quest, and has received the Grout one from LaCroix! Though it should be said that, in this reality, he’s also told her that she needs to take care of the plaguebearer stuff first, because that’s the bigger threat. Which makes sense to me – I know it’s just a sidequest in the game, but – it’s a freaking PLAGUE. LaCroix SHOULD be aware of it and want it gone as much as all the other characters. But yes, plaguebearer, then Grout. Now Alice just needs to receive her apartment, and I can FINALLY get two people back together. :)
3. Keep up with YouTube Subs: Check – easy two-in, two-out, both with surprisingly dark themes today –
A) First up, Call Me Kevin playing the survival game Green Hell – in VR! He’s already given the regular version a run in the past, so he figured he might as well try the very-first-person version. XD As you might imagine, it was very Keviny – like, he spent most of his time in the tutorial either deliberately trying to injure himself, ignoring his wife, or failing badly to start a fire for a start. And when it came to the actual game. . .well. Dude wakes up in the rainforest with his wife gone (apparently kidnapped by the natives?), and since Kevin is in control, he spends most of his time stumbling about, eating ANYTHING that might be edible regardless of the danger to body or mind (putting live raw larva down his gullet hurts his sanity? Kevin no care, that’s free protein! Animal droppings make him sick? Kevin no care, he can’t find anything else!). XD Not to mention the further failures to start a fire (and then, the first time he DID manage it, it just started raining and put it out again); the constant gathering of dead animals as “pets” (and then discovering they’d all spoiled when he went to eat them); the constant passing out from hunger, thirst, or just plain exhaustion (as Kevin kept basically refusing to let him drink water or actually sleep); the weird plot-important drug trip he was forced to go on to remember what happened to himself and his wife (admittedly that one wasn’t Kevin’s fault). . .seriously, it was rough. And made it all the funnier when Kevin kept breaking out in little dance routines and going “ooga booga!” whenever he managed to actually succeed (like finding and cooking bananas, or spearing his first crab). XD He lasted all of – well, I don’t actually know, but it was WAY longer than I thought it would be, given he was basically passing out every five minutes. But in the end, the infected wounds Kevin refused to wrap with leaves is what got him. Ah well – he’s in a better place now! ...a hot basement in Spain.
B) And second, we had GrayStillPlays playing Hungry Lamu, an indie horror game that IS on the jumpscare side, sadly. Though only at the very end, apparently. Most of the game is one of those “it’s cute but creepy” 2-D games, where you play as a cute hungry lamu looking for stuff to eat! Stuff to eat includes cherries, a banana dog you smash with a rock, an apple person you sting with bees, a pear person you burn out of a bush, and an orange person you drop out of a tree by chopping it down. But Lamu is still hungry after all that. . .which is when the game switches to PS2-era 3-D graphics, where you play as a human on a camping trip with friends, who has to find what’s LEFT of said friends and then try to escape the lamu. Apparently the death scenes are gruesome enough that Gray GENUINELY DIDN’T WANT TO SHOW THEM. And, as Gray made sure to smash up the car in the cutesy portion of the game, the actual human protagonist did NOT get to escape and instead was jumpscared by the lamu, who got a full-course meal! Given that was ending 2 of 2, I assume there is an option for the sole survivor to escape if you don’t smash the car, but – well. We all know Gray isn’t interested in SAVING people. XD
4. Get my tumblr queues sorted: N/A for tonight, but I did take a look at my drafts to see what I might want to post after the Wednesday Chill Save update. Got a fair amount of “Fallout of Darkness” hanging out in my drafts, so I might start clearing some of that up. :)
*nods* Not bad, not bad. . .now time to wrap things up and head to bed! And hopefully not deal with lamus in the process. :p Night all!
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