Gaming in English and French
May. 21st, 2006 11:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eveglassYesterday, I played two RPGs, garou (in English) and vampire (in French).
Garou was lots of fun. After playing a packless garou in almost every game I've been in so far, it was nice to have a pack in this one, even if I was the omega. It was a big pack, too, and all one tribe (Bone Gnawers), which was really nifty. I especially liked Yan's "cooking," which looked disgusting but was actually very tasty.
Yes, our pack stupidly went off to face the most powerful NPC pack of the game. I'm still surprised no one died -- it was a close thing. I think I managed to spin the story so that it didn't look like we got our asses handed to us too badly, and I'm proud of myself for doing it. (Even though, objectively, I have to admit that Scott told the better story between us.)
It saddens me somewhat that Irkar's best roleplaying of the day was when he was breaking away from our pack and consequently making my life difficult, but that's how the cookie crumbles. In the end, I had fun, and that's what's important.
In an hour and a half, I went from the lowest of the low (a Bone Gnawer metis) to one of the highest (a London socialite Ventrue). I discarded my jeans and sweat-shirt in favour of a fancy skirt and spiffy jacket, complete wiith expensive belt and jewelry. I thought ahead for once and took an advil just as I was putting on my heels, so I was actually able to stand in them the whole night. (See, I do learn sometimes.)
Though my French has noticably slipped since last year, it's apparently still good enough for me to follow four hours of gaming in French. I am pleased by this. Since I'm playing an anglophone character (from London, who spent 15-20 years in France in the 1970s and 80s), I could settle for mere comprehension instead of lingustic brilliance. In time, I want to increase my French, but this was a good start.
The game itself was great -- full of politics and rumours flying in all directions. I must admit I started my fair share of rumours, and did my fair share of politicking. I was really impressed by the sole Nosferatu's player: he was really on the ball, and in the centre of everything. I was also impressed by the player of the Ventrue elder: I had some dealings with him, and he was really playing his character well.
After the game, I headed over with about 10 of the other players to Macleans (on Peel) for some post-game drinking and discussion. I chatted with Ian and the Ventrue Elder's player (Jean-Sebastien) on a wide range of topics, but mostly gaming and fantasy literature. He's a fun guy, and I've got his number. (*grin*)
I got home at about 2 am. I turned off my alarms and only woke up at 11 am this morning. Half the day gone -- sigh. Ah well. It was sleep I needed, and I don't have anything planned until dinner, anyway.
So that's it for now. TTFN!
Garou was lots of fun. After playing a packless garou in almost every game I've been in so far, it was nice to have a pack in this one, even if I was the omega. It was a big pack, too, and all one tribe (Bone Gnawers), which was really nifty. I especially liked Yan's "cooking," which looked disgusting but was actually very tasty.
Yes, our pack stupidly went off to face the most powerful NPC pack of the game. I'm still surprised no one died -- it was a close thing. I think I managed to spin the story so that it didn't look like we got our asses handed to us too badly, and I'm proud of myself for doing it. (Even though, objectively, I have to admit that Scott told the better story between us.)
It saddens me somewhat that Irkar's best roleplaying of the day was when he was breaking away from our pack and consequently making my life difficult, but that's how the cookie crumbles. In the end, I had fun, and that's what's important.
In an hour and a half, I went from the lowest of the low (a Bone Gnawer metis) to one of the highest (a London socialite Ventrue). I discarded my jeans and sweat-shirt in favour of a fancy skirt and spiffy jacket, complete wiith expensive belt and jewelry. I thought ahead for once and took an advil just as I was putting on my heels, so I was actually able to stand in them the whole night. (See, I do learn sometimes.)
Though my French has noticably slipped since last year, it's apparently still good enough for me to follow four hours of gaming in French. I am pleased by this. Since I'm playing an anglophone character (from London, who spent 15-20 years in France in the 1970s and 80s), I could settle for mere comprehension instead of lingustic brilliance. In time, I want to increase my French, but this was a good start.
The game itself was great -- full of politics and rumours flying in all directions. I must admit I started my fair share of rumours, and did my fair share of politicking. I was really impressed by the sole Nosferatu's player: he was really on the ball, and in the centre of everything. I was also impressed by the player of the Ventrue elder: I had some dealings with him, and he was really playing his character well.
After the game, I headed over with about 10 of the other players to Macleans (on Peel) for some post-game drinking and discussion. I chatted with Ian and the Ventrue Elder's player (Jean-Sebastien) on a wide range of topics, but mostly gaming and fantasy literature. He's a fun guy, and I've got his number. (*grin*)
I got home at about 2 am. I turned off my alarms and only woke up at 11 am this morning. Half the day gone -- sigh. Ah well. It was sleep I needed, and I don't have anything planned until dinner, anyway.
So that's it for now. TTFN!
