January 2010 - Past Games of LitM

Note that this summary has been written by Daniel Y. and reflects his understanding of the game.

(For those of you who aren't aware, Tea Ghost is a very, very sad and very, very loony spirit that haunts Tower Hold, noted for his love of cleaning up, rattling chains, and making tea. This explains the HSTea's numerous teacups scattered throughout the IC area, you see.

Anyway, as part of a new tradition in LitM, and by way of summary for those not in attendance last game, behold Tea Ghost's unique perspective on some of the game's events...)

As the last of the fae and guests depart, a hush falls on the main hall of the Freehold of the Ivory Tower. Menacing shadows and finger-like wisps of chill wind quench the candle-flames, until the balefire's blue-green light is all that remains. Cast in such a light, everything in the hall takes on a shifting, gothic shape: a small rubber duck seems an infernal creature conjured from the fevered dreams of the mad, a discarded cloak takes on the undulating texture of the dead sea by moonlight...

Perched on a chandelier, Tea Ghost surveys the damage to his beloved chambers. (And takes secret pride in the marvelously horrible atmosphere he's created!) His sorrowful eyes tearing with viscous ectoplasm, (thanks to some eyedrops found in a trashcan) the Ghost drifts downward to the floor sets about his work, moaning balefully and rattling his chains in a nice mambo beat.

Shapes, red and thick, appear on a nearby wall... For a moment, their meaning is unclear, but with creeping horror one comes to realize that this is a terrible message of doom...

"In ev'ry job that must be done
There is an element of fun
You find the fun and snap!
The job's a game!"

Performing a truly horrific tribute to Mary Poppins' "A Spoonful of Sugar," (with a nice Cuban beat) his voice warbling and as shrill as Julie Andrews tormented screams at having been tossed in a blender, the Ghost plucks up the detritus of the gathering. 27 candy wrappers, 16 geese, a vial of what appears to be chocolate, hundreds of fudge crumbs, a bottle of gin with a goldfish swimming merrily drunk therein, three used condoms, two turtledoves, and a partridge in a pear tree. He tosses the heap (the partridge looking distinctly surprised) into the balefire.

As the Glamour surges forth, Tea Ghost notes quietly, "Recycling... is important."

He continues, whistling morbidly, rearranging the furniture and cushions, polishing the windows, and generally mopping up the mess caused by ascension to godhood. "Apotheosis... is filthy," the Tea Ghost mumbles, pouring more tea on the floor where Pan "manifested" (and left quite a mark on the world).

His work completed, Tea Ghost returns to his lair, a large-ish closet on one of the lower floors of the Tower that had been sealed up during construction back in the 1960s. Curling up on his favorite pile of rat-heads, a lovely heap of skulls covered daintily in a pink tea-cozy, Tea Ghost wipes the ectoplasm from his eyes and pulls out his diary from its hiding place behind a dripping pipe. He begins to write with a bit of crayon...

"Dearest most darling diary mine,

This day was loverly, though there was a big mess from when the Alayl came back to life with big horns and a big... ego. He is a god now, which is neat and I am frankly not surprised because the Alayl always had a big... ego. The witch lady Morgan took care of him when he was playing dead for too long because he died weeks ago, and I bet they are in love. [eager happy face] I bet that their love is doomed though, because the big crocagator named Big is in love with the Alayl-Pan most of all. There is tension.

Although I am still dead, I am nearly winning Dragon Age: Origins. My Dwarf Commoner has killed many Darkspawn. [happy face] They would be stupid ghosts.

The court thing was long and the lawyers used big words and the gnome-TV was funny, and they made me laugh because one lawyer had a funny costume and the other one can poop pretty colors like pastels. (Denny Crane) There was a puppy, too, but they still killed the Alayl. Unexpected. The puppy is okay, though. Maybe it will die horribly someday like the Alayl and will become a puppy-god like the Alayl is a goat-god. He (the Alayl, not the Puppy) did something VERY NAUGHTY, but I am glad he came back to life or something since he does not wear shoes and always remembers to wipe his hooves. I hope puppy remembers to wipe its hooves.

And Llewellyn is a Balor now or something. It's nice to have friends!

I do not have friends. [frowny face] I am still dead.

Make note: Send Llewellyn basket containing numerous fruits. Remember to check that fruits are delicious and not poison or actually kittens. He will be our friend!

I also think there is romantic yearning between Wolfson and his pet Red. I hope they are very happy for a long time, before they die horribly. Probably in hunting accident or horrible snowmobile crash. [accidental happy face crossed out and replaced with frowny face]

I am still dead. But ghosting practice goes good, and I can now clean in the dark! And my blood-writing-in-ketchup is very scary! I am the best ghost in town! I will make the new faeries fear me lots.

I love you diary.

I'm Good Enough, I'm Smart Enough, and Doggone It, People Fear Me!

~T. Ghost"