I intentionally avoided going to the Boneyard. Hung out at a safe place instead. Well… safe for me anyway.
A visitor saw the still open wound on my cheek and removed the venom I did not know Ravenwoman had used. But to remove it, I had to let go of the notion that Ravenwoman was my better. I also had to let go of the notion that I deserved the strike for defying her.
Yea, I have issues.
Once I let those two false ideas die, the visitor killed off the lingering venom. I was able to thank kir before ke left for other affairs.
The cheek now on the mend, I curled up in a corner and went to deeper sleep.
I dreamed my daughter and I were hosting a LARP session in our house. “Medieval magic” setting. Complete silliness. Even though we had hologram projectors throughout the property for added “realism”, the group would break down into random attacks of giggles.
We had fun. Great stress relief.
Until…
One of the players brought his own group with him. He wanted to play an expansion of the core rules. One that brought in World War II era tanks and weaponry. We had already agreed to stick to Medieval Magic and did not want to switch over.
He installed the module to the hologram projectors and switched it over anyway. First thing he and his buddies did were to destroy the Medieval Magic bosses. Ending our play and clearing the field for his own.
Bitch, this is my house.
I turned off the projectors’ lights, uninstalled the module, revoked his access key, and shut everything down. In front of him, I made plans with the original group to roll back gameplay to a certain cut scene (intro to the final dungeon), and told them to find a replacement player for him or jiggle the group stats to make up for his sudden removal.
He protested sharply. “Hey! I’m right here you know!”
“How unfortunate. You should leave. Your right to remain has been terminated by reason of douchebaggery. How much of your dignity leaves with you is up to you.”
“Well I didn’t want to play your dumb game anyway!” He starts to storm out when he trips and falls on the door threshold. My daughter teases him about putting all his points in General Asshattedness and none in Observation. He leaves, crying.
The house restored to peace, I sit down on the couch and fall asleep.
And wake up in the safe place. For some reason, the trophies on the wall amuse me. Ah well. My cheek is almost whole, and I stayed out of trouble. I wondered how Snake is faring.
Time to wake up. I locked the door behind me and did just that.