I BOUGHT A NEW BASTARD SWORD! (It's been a few years since I've been into combat and the latex on my old sword had gone crunchy.) Oh, you have no idea how good it felt to have a weapon of my own in my hands again - it's a good heavy one but nicely balanced, and I use it two-handed because my brain can't cope with the multi-tasking involved with sword-and-shield.
I felt whole again.
I also bought a beautiful wool coat and a pistol that fires real caps. I am happy!
Other than the shopping ... well, being new to the Maelstrom system I did start with the overwhelming impression that I was being asked to sit an exam they hadn't let me see the course notes for, and this feeling persisted until, oh, sometime Sunday afternoon, but after that I stopped panicking. And got rather drunk.
In fact I was plied with a lot of free booze and cake that weekend. They are a generous bunch!
Things in real life that LARPing has taught me to be grateful for:
- Chairs with backs on
- Hot showers
- Coffee vans that are open for breakfast
- Not having to wear a corset unless I want to.
Ghastly Middle-Aged Moment:
"Oh, are you at Durham University?" said I. "That was where I went, many years ago!"
"Hey! Were you in Treasure Trap?" she asked. [TT is the university LARP society]
"Yep. In fact, I was the very first person in the society to get myself a latex sword, back in the days when we all used gaffer weapons. But I sent off for a latex one through the post and everyone went Oooooh! That would be in ... oh, 1989."
"In 1989," said she, "I was two."