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November 2009 - Nineteenth Game - "Under da Sea"

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Game Announcement

Nineteenth Game - Title: "Under da Sea"

WHEN: Sunday, November 2009 - Check-in: Noon - 2 pm; Game plays: 2:00-6:30 pm.

WHERE: Indiana Memorial Union (IMU) - Frangipani Room.

(To access an online IMU map go to Dining Services at the IMU. Scroll down and click on Find dining options on the Union map. To park at the IMU, for a fee, go to Directions & Parking. For free parking information, go to Parking Garages and look at the locatios 11th and Fee and Poplars.)

WHY-IC:

WHY-OOC: Gaming is FUN!!!

Insiration/Quote for the Month

Game Summary

If you have a summary you wish to add here, please email it to deus.ex.margarita at gmail dot com.

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

The below is from the POV of Tea Ghost, who lives/dwells/what have you in Tower Hold.

"Deep in the dark and cavernous kitchens of the Freehold of the Ivory Tower, which some know as Tower Hold, a ghost rattled its chains and moaned mournfully, but more out of a desire for job security than as a genuine, baleful expression of eternal grief. After all, it was common knowledge that good ghosting jobs are few and far between in this economy, and ghost-unemployment is, as ever, a chronic problem with no end in sight. Especially with all the recent death and destruction in the city, the ghost-job market was positively flooded with wraithly shades much younger and sexier than poor Tea Ghost. He was no Patrick Swayze, and he knew it. He wasn't even corporeal. Tea Ghost had found to his great sorrow that it is very hard to moisturize without skin.

Still, Tea Ghost did his best to put on a grief-stricken face. No more smiling for him! Reciting a mantra of, "I'm Good Enough, I'm Smart Enough, and Doggone It, People Fear Me!" the Ghost resolved to keep in-character, to keep his chains rusty, and to practice his wailing. Soon he'd be the best ghost in the Duchy! A poltergeist named Ted had tried to take over the Tower earlier that day, and made a big mess, and was only barely exorcised! Tea Ghost would need to be ready for more spectral squatters... He made a mental note to put in lots of extra hours on Tuesday practicing his ghost-penmanship and thinking of menacing messages to scrawl in blood... No more inspirational affirmations! Oh, but blood is so messy... Maybe some corn syrup and food coloring...?

Tea Ghost swept away through the walls to his secret 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 pulled out his diary from its hiding place behind a dripping pipe and, after pausing thoughtfully, began to write with a nib of red crayon...

"Dear diary,

Today was a most loverly day. There was a poltergeist named Ted who tried to take over the Tower, but the nice fairy people and Dru made him go away. I wrestled with him for a while to keep him from lighting Lady Amelia on fire, and to keep him from hurling the pregnant ladies all over the place. I do not, however, feel sore from this fight, as I am still dead. [frowny face]

Earlier, the newest Count and Countess came to begin their tour of Rolling Hills and to talk to people about their needs and thoughts. They are nice, and Countess remembers to pick up her own damn trash, but the Count is clumsy. Must remember to put down plastic when he visits because Big and Charlie gave them a gift of cookies, and there were sprinkles everywhere because he kept dropping his cookie, but I think I found them all, and I have put the sprinkles in the customary place for safekeeping because they smell loverly. I did not eat any, however. Because I am still dead. [frowny face]

The Duke was around, too, and he was gloomy and faintly menacing as usual. I took notes, and will endeavor to study them at length very soon so as to learn from his example. His newest secretary is very pretty, and she remembers to wipe her feet.

Many people left to go and rescue Eleanor, but some people stayed behind, including the Welsh one with the green and the leather and the limp and the love for beetles who was recently a Sluagh but now is not. I think her name is Barnwin, and she had the Hearthstone while Alayl was away, which was useful later. Many people took drugs and hallucinated and breathed clouds, but I did not, as I am still dead. [frowny face]

Ted the Poltergeist came and told me to leave, and then was very mean to people, but we fought him and later Big tried to eat him and Alayl tried to stab him and Ted did not like that, but then Ted got exorcised and sent back to Detroit.

People came back from where Eleanor was, and she was safe and I made sure she had tea and that Virgil would finally clean himself up, because a smelly Boggan is the worst kind of smelly and the stench of a Boggan stays in the carpet for weeks. Worse than bloodstains.

Remember to pilfer more industrial solvents from food court.

Alayl got put under arrest, too, and he's not Baron anymore because he did something VERY NAUGHTY, or other people did and he took the responsibility for it. I'm not sure, since I was getting Boggan-stench out of the carpet at the time, but I hope he comes back soon, since he does not wear shoes and always remembers to wipe his hooves.

I will be making sure to practice my ghosting twice as much!

I love you diary.

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

~T. Ghost"