A Reflection

Hello everyone,

Josée here.

I don't usually post publically about things like this, because there are certain aspects of my life I tend to want to keep private from the internet...but...I don't know. I feel like now is as good a time as any to write a piece here about some stuff that...made me who I am today...and lead me to be the gamer I am. So I apologise in advance if this post rambles, because I am writing down exactly what enters my head...as it enters.

Here, I should probably announce that there is minor description of sexual assault on a minor in this post. Consider this something of a trigger warning.

Alixandra "Ali" Greenwood [Resurgence LARP] : "Musings of a Troubled Mind"

[Josée's Note: This is nothing more than a stream of consciousness following the destruction of Smiling Jack. I found Sansa's Hymn by Karliene fitted the feeling of the emotion within it, in tone and tune at least. It's quite regretful and contemplative.] 

I walked away.

I walked away.

I hope, for my own sake, whoever is meant to be observing what I do was indisposed.

Alixandra "Ali" Greenwood [Resurgence LARP] : "Dear Nat..." #4

Dear Nat,

You do not know how relieved I was to receive your letter. I'm glad to hear you are faring well, though I was somewhat sad to hear you have begun to drink again.

"How Characters Were Germinated" : Lunetta [Part Two]

Since posting up my original "How Characters Were Germinated" post, I have had several people ask me "So...if you were in a nation you didn't want to play, why didn't you change nation?" and I thought - while I have explained this to some people in person, I might as well follow it up properly in writing.

Anyone who has read Lunetta's earlier pieces will know that in my first Empire game, Matthias and Reynard (played by my then-partner and a mutual friend) died in battle. To be completely honest, once I as a new LARPer had come to terms with my IC (and OC) support network being pulled from under my feet, I probably should have changed nation. I didn't, due to a number of different things.

Alixandra "Ali" Greenwood [Resurgence LARP] : "Welcome Visitors?"

[Josée's Note: Hello! It's been a little while since I wrote anything from Ali's direction, and I thought I should change that. While her journeys last game were relatively uneventful (defending a tree; I simplify a bit but all in all that roughly covers the main goal) she did receive a letter from Nat (yay!!) in downtime. So I thought a piece about how that letter came to her would be quite good fun to write...and would introduce those not familiar with Resurgence to some of the finest NPCs the game has to offer...the hyperactive, hypertrading Imps. Also, yay for Doctor Who coming out at the weekend, as it gave me the the perfect metaphor!]
[Warning: Bad Language!]

Welcome Visitors?

Ali sat at the bar in one of the nightclubs (she was a doorwoman often given work orders for them) down Prince of Wales Road, one of the most notorious streets in Norwich for drunk and disorderly behaviour and scuffles, due to the sheer volume of nightclubs and strip clubs down its length. In recent weeks, due to the students at the University being on their summer holidays, the street had been relatively quiet, with only minor incidents; thankfully nothing tabloidworthy for once. This Saturday night...sorry, early Sunday morning, had been peaceful, for the main part. She'd had to manoeuvre a group of women, out for their mate's Hen night, out of the club in the very early hours due to a brawl over one of them shacking up with another's husband ("Alcohol, heh heh heh..." one of the less intoxicated members of the party had tittered nervously at her as she had escorted them out, "...it's funny the stories that come out...") but aside from that, all had been quiet.

Lunetta Sanguineo [Empire LARP] : "The Road to Holberg"

[Josée's Note: Big, big, big, big, big thanks to Will, Cerwynn's player for sitting with me on Google Docs and Skype to get this written in a single evening. (All the love!!) After 5.5 hours of work, I present to you, part of Lunetta's journey to Holberg.]

The Road to Holberg

The forest was dense, trees behind trees behind trees, each making its strange little noises. There was nowhere in the empire quiet like this place. It seemed like silence after a while, all those sounds merging into a quite  cacophony. Cerwynn stared out over the wooden walls of the Broch’s battlements, rubbing his temple. A hand reached down to the flask at his hip and hesitated there.

No, they need you.

With a sigh, he withdrew his hand and pulled his cloak over the flask, and turned back to the training grounds below him. Lynn was drilling the troop again, pairing them off to spar. She circled the grounds watching them clash. When one would relax his guard she would wordlessly intercede, raising his arm to the correct position and closing his grip more firmly, without so much as making eye contact. They were still a little intimidated by her, as fresh a bunch of soldier as their were, their thorn still red and raw, freshly branded on their cheeks, but Cerwynn knew he had made the right choice, she was the one of the few who were properly trained, and the only one who could keep them in line.

Alixandra "Ali" Greenwood [Resurgence LARP] : "Dear Nat..." #3

[Josée's Note: Okay, shipping Ali and Nat is apparently a thing. And has henceforth gained the name "Natalie" (Nat/Ali) which makes me laugh far more than it should!

Also, you should know your character is feeling low when the music you use for your muse are titled "Surely Someday" and "The Hanging Tree"! (Go check them out; Adrisaurus on YouTube!)]

Letter Date: 17/08/2014

Dear Nat,

I retract what I said about the new recruit. She's nothing like you. She seems only to exist to goad me over the choices I made last time we travelled together.

I wasn't going to put in writing the choice I made for the "honour" of joining the Paladins. I didn't feel strong enough to actually write out, in black and white, what I had done.