elanya

Well, I realized that only people who look at this in the 'friends' section of other people's journals will see the cuneiforms, and they don't have my colour scheme (grey and white, mostly), so ahh well. I'm sticking with the black and white I think.

What else... I ran my game! For really really real! And it *didn't* go horribly wrong! I pulled an essential plot element out of my butt at the last minute that actually intrigued all the PC's, or at least has seemed to intrigue them all. And we've got decent group dynamics right from the get go! And amusing ghoul cats who call people Giant Mice :D And a guy pretending to be outrageoulsy French! I believe humour can be worked into any game, as well as seriousness and Drama. So nyaaaaa on people who think Vampire has to be all about angst. All I have to do is keep it going and maintain continuity. I know everything else that is going on. It is going to be good.

Heh. I am a very excitable GM. Things start coming together, or being amusing and I can do nothing but grin like an idiot. I just wish I could be cleverer as some of my NPC's. Anyway, it should still be good.

Another interesting thing that happened on my way home. I got stopped while walking through the red-light district by one of the ladies of negotiable affection. This happens fairly regularly, usually they want a cigarette, occasionally some change, or whatever. I've considered buying a cheap pack of cigs to carry around just for them, but thought it might be a bit generous.

Anyway, this girl asked me for 50p (pence. Like cents, only more British ;). She then gave me this story about how this 13-14 year old kid had come up to her last night saying that his dad had punched him (he had a black eye apparently), so she'd taken him home, fed him, and called the cops. They had apparently taken him back home. They had called her that night on her mobile to tell her this, and also that he had disappeared and may have been heading her way. She told me that she had walked all the way to Sheffield from Rotherham (which is decently far to walk, really) to see her again, and that he was in her car. He'd said his dad had hit him again. She was really disgusted that the cops hadn't done anything like called social services or anything, and asked me what I thought about it. I really don't know the rules on that sort of thing, and suspect there might be certain protocols they have to follow, and said so. She thought it wasn't fair they would take her away for selling herself on the street, but wouldn't help this kid.

Anyway, even though she never made it clear exactly why she needed 50p, I gave her a quid (that's a pound, you silly fools ;D ) because it was all the change I had. She smelled a bit alcoholic, but, really, I probably would have given it to her anyway. I don't know about the whole kid thing, but it seemd an awful excessive story to concoct just to wrangle some cash out of a poor Canadian. And it isn't like she stole my wallet or anything... it was just a strange encounter.

And such is my life here, I guess. I never really know what is going on :o