Oh shi-
The Party Van came for a /b/tard! Actually he surrendered rather than making himself an hero and an martyr.
Around six thirty on Friday evening Jaybird is outside having a smoke, "spivak, did you bring your camera?"
"No?"
"Well come out here, you might want to see this."
Five postal vans were parked across the street from the Birdhouse. They were there for about fifteen minutes. Fuck I should never leave home without my digital camera. Their presence was creepy since mail should be delivered before sunset and it's rare to see that many postal vans on one block at one time.
After they drove off, they really didn't go far. One parked a block away on the side closest to the Birdhouse while another was parked on the opposite side of that street. What the hell is going on?
My best guess is that the new guy on the route is pretty slow and the rest of the post office is trying to help him pick up the slack.
I blame the bad start on the fact there were three people in attendance who might be potential gamers. They're Jaybird and maribou's friends (acquaintances?). Jaybird's friend and former boss came across as having dominance issues. The former boss's wife was a stereotypical Colorado woman who could be either one of those high country girls or a meth addict waiting to happen. Their tag-along pal was quiet and kept to himself.
My impression? They were fixated on the analogy that my game was a D&D campaign. In fact the wife started babbling about killing off dwarves and gnomes in a derisive way. Plus the former boss asked me about one of the major plot points of Asbury Park by Night. Fuckin' outrage.
The game started and progressed haltingly because we couldn't relax and be ourselves and lose ourselves in the game. Jaybird was forgetful and trying to get his character engine running, maribou was shy and elmgrows was out of sorts. Even worse when I did the little dance on the couch, elmgrows covered his face to laugh at how ridiculous it is and the former boss goes, "Did he hurt your eyes?" Fortunately they only stayed for an hour and left, at least in my eyes, on the pretense that someone had "drill" in the morning.
Outside of gaming, I'm certain they're fine upstanding citizens of the Republic. No one could pay me to have them in my game.
About fifteen minutes after they left, the game got into full swing. Lots of crazy shit went down. As a service to my players, Manda did some psychometry, the team visited Jimmy's place to see if there was more information about him, a secret was let out, the biker gang has been tracked to a nearby town, one of the team members isn't able to correctly read auras, a cop was put in the hospital, a life was saved and a heart was broken.
We end up in Cape May, NJ. In the center of the mall is a fucking furry dressed up like a tiger who is hitting people with a long metal pole. Jaybird can't stop laughing and the only thing he's able to say is "Darth Maul" which makes him start laughing even harder until his entire head is the color of a plum.
So I reckon I should get a picture of this and I reach for my digital camera. Fuck, Jaybird knocked it so hard that the programming came loose. Now when I look at the LCD preview screen the image is marred by transluscent green kanji floating around like a snow globe.
For the rest of the dream I'm giving Jaybird dirty looks and shaking my camera hoping to get all the ideograms back on the firmware where they belong in the first place.
