[Josée's Note: So, I missed last Resurgence. I know, I know! And it was an important one. There had been talk of attempting to go back in time to rescue Nat before he could die. I was gutted to miss it, but I had woken up at 6:30am the day before to go to London to be in the audience as a TV show was filmed, and hadn't got home until 1am on the day of the game. I was totally unfit to fight safely, and in a combat-heavy LARP, it means it was best for everyone that I didn't turn up. (Plus, Ali would have been gutted to be there and be unable to defend people. She'd have to go all "Kitiara" and make some kind of oath of pacifism for the day to stop her from getting involved! And that would be too boring for dear old Ali! :D) So...I posted in character on the Resurgence LARP Facebook group...and the following post is Ali's reason for not turning up...and response to what she was told! I have no idea how much of the story I have or whether its right, which is AWESOME.]
(Content Warning: Bad Language - more than last time!
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Bad News
Ali's eyes opened, and hastily shut again.
Ouch, ouch, ouch...too bright. Much too bright. And what the fuck is that din?
Opening her eyes as little as she could, she squinted to see around the room. Her head pounded as she tried to make sense of the situation. This...wasn't bed. She twisted her neck and felt the nerves and muscles ping and twang as they were pulled from the position they had settled in for the night. Lifting an arm to massage the aching muscles, she felt a similar feeling in her shoulder and elbow, and as she flexed her wrist, the feeling spread.
