Got an unexpected call tonight from Nyarl. There's a lot of chaos, confusion, and miscommunication in J-town right now. I hate gossip. I just worry about my friends and I know how horribly friendships can be torn asunder by continued problems that steep in their own juices of bullshit until everyone is angry, fingers are pointed, scapegoats are named, things are said or left unsaid, and everyone walks way hurting. I am not taking sides in this and I can somewhat see each side, but I will agree that it's all just a little disgusting.
SOLAR and larps in general has been a growing topic of conversation the past few days or so. There are times when I really miss larping, however, at present I've had some really enriching and wonderful roleplaying in both Asherons Call (go figure, I never ever thought that'd happen) and also in an online email-based roleplaying scenario I've started with Keef while he's stranded in the roleplaying wasteland that is small-town Arkansas.
See, Keef didn't start roleplaying until he came to college. So now that he's back home and in school there, he doesn't know anyone who roleplays. Nor would his parents and family think too well of such an odd hobby or habit. I'd be only a little better off than he is if I moved home to Hattiesburg, since I actually do have a few friends who live there that I've met through roleplaying since I came to school.
Roleplaying online with Keef has gone splendidly. He has already created a world and made five email submissions. I can't even keep up! His writing, description and dedication to interesting details has made it more like reading an episodic, well-tailored story. I'm planning to run either an ICQ or an IRC "module" for him sometime this week as soon as I can set a time that suits both of us. If anyone would like to read Keef's submissions or actually participate, give me a holler. It's been oodles of fun so far.
Here's a snippet from a conversation I had last night that really tickled me. It's about me, which is really flattering, but I can only wish it were always true:
Always noble with one hand, while calm and rational on your lips, and holding a big "I think not" sign with the other.