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beansideSix am came in like a wrecking ball, and I resentfully dragged my ass upright. We had a good weekend, which I think makes it even harder to get up for work. My brain wants one more day to relax. Instead, I'm sucking down my first cup of coffee for the morning. I don't really mind working on Sundays. Having Friday off is so helpful that I can't really resent it. It's just a little weird to get up in the quiet and make coffee and feed the cat.
Yesterday, we had to go to the dispensary to get Jess some more RSO. We went to the drive thru, which is an awesome invention. Send over money and their license, get back your change and weed. It's fucking amazing. They got a new strain to try, Ray Charles. They seem to have slept well with it, so that's good. We stopped and had lunch on a patio, since it was nice out. Jess had the best lemon ricotta pancakes, and I had a Greek omelette that was very tasty. It was a nice little break.
I also got gas, which was painful. I love our car, but it's still a small SUV and right now, that's a lot to handle. I only filled it 3/4 of the way, which should get us through a couple of weeks with me only going into work 1 day a week.
Then, we came home, and had game time. Monster of the Week today. I had decided that the impending apocalypse and humanity finding out about the supernatural from a zealot mayor wasn't enough of a complication, and decided to add another little bit of chaos. I borrowed liberally from Seanan McGuire's Incryptid series for this one, and I don't regret it a bit.
Our hunters were called to the morgue as there was a creature punctured and beheaded on the slab. They discover that it was a Urayuli, a type of bigfoot known to live in Alaska. This one is in West Ferry, which is on the Eastern Seaboard, and appeared to be shaved down to look like a human, albeit a little bit uncanny valley. He was shot with a crossbow and beheaded. With the supernatural on humanity's shit list, the police have declined to investigate what they're treating as a decapitated animal.
The hunters use the Urayuli's ID to find out that he lives with his husband and their dog. They go and break the news to the hubby, and find that the deceased worked at the Hoop De Doo Musical Review, a musical dinner theater. They had had minor difficulties with their downstairs neighbor, who is a bigot, but otherwise, they had lived a charmed life. Half of the hunters are now wondering if necromancy would really be that bad, but are convinced not to risk bringing back something else.
The bigot seems to be your standard homophobic asshole, and despite wanting to murder him, they let him live. His kid volunteers that he saw someone standing under the lampost two nights ago when he got up to get a drink.
Then, they head to the Review, and meet the cast...most of whom are cryptids. They get some information from a Gorgon with a wig and contacts, and a Lesser Demon, who just wants to sing and dance. They also find out that they've had another disappearance, and that the Hag bookkeeper hasn't come in for her shift. The team races to find her, and catch up just in time to see a crossbow bolt heading for her back. The Divine flings themself in front of her, and takes the damage, then teleports the hag out of the area, trying to get her to the Review, but failing and ending up at Denny's.
The team climbs up to the rooftop, with the Sorcerer taking the precaution of putting up an ice wall for protection. Crossbow bolts glance off the wall. They trap the three people there, and disarm the crossbows. This leaves them with big fuck off double bladed axes. They give an impassioned speech that this is not the hunter's business, and then, outnumbered and trapped, the baddies magic user releases a spell that immolates them.
This leaves the hunters a little crestfallen as they wanted to murder them, and it's just not as much fun when the bad guys do it for you. The Expert traces the tattoo on their wrists and finds that they are members of the Varangian Guard, who were Viking raiders turned elite bodyguards and all around assholes of the Byzantine Army. Now, apparently an elite troop of monster hunters. An entrail divination later, and they have an image of one of the heads of the Varangian Guard, and an approximate location of their office.
We closed there, with yet another threat for the hunters to neutralize, and the local cryptid population in even more danger.
It was a good weekend for games, and now I have two weeks to come up with more ways to torture the characters!
Okay, guess it's time to get myself ready for work now. Everyone have a wonderful Sunday!
Yesterday, we had to go to the dispensary to get Jess some more RSO. We went to the drive thru, which is an awesome invention. Send over money and their license, get back your change and weed. It's fucking amazing. They got a new strain to try, Ray Charles. They seem to have slept well with it, so that's good. We stopped and had lunch on a patio, since it was nice out. Jess had the best lemon ricotta pancakes, and I had a Greek omelette that was very tasty. It was a nice little break.
I also got gas, which was painful. I love our car, but it's still a small SUV and right now, that's a lot to handle. I only filled it 3/4 of the way, which should get us through a couple of weeks with me only going into work 1 day a week.
Then, we came home, and had game time. Monster of the Week today. I had decided that the impending apocalypse and humanity finding out about the supernatural from a zealot mayor wasn't enough of a complication, and decided to add another little bit of chaos. I borrowed liberally from Seanan McGuire's Incryptid series for this one, and I don't regret it a bit.
Our hunters were called to the morgue as there was a creature punctured and beheaded on the slab. They discover that it was a Urayuli, a type of bigfoot known to live in Alaska. This one is in West Ferry, which is on the Eastern Seaboard, and appeared to be shaved down to look like a human, albeit a little bit uncanny valley. He was shot with a crossbow and beheaded. With the supernatural on humanity's shit list, the police have declined to investigate what they're treating as a decapitated animal.
The hunters use the Urayuli's ID to find out that he lives with his husband and their dog. They go and break the news to the hubby, and find that the deceased worked at the Hoop De Doo Musical Review, a musical dinner theater. They had had minor difficulties with their downstairs neighbor, who is a bigot, but otherwise, they had lived a charmed life. Half of the hunters are now wondering if necromancy would really be that bad, but are convinced not to risk bringing back something else.
The bigot seems to be your standard homophobic asshole, and despite wanting to murder him, they let him live. His kid volunteers that he saw someone standing under the lampost two nights ago when he got up to get a drink.
Then, they head to the Review, and meet the cast...most of whom are cryptids. They get some information from a Gorgon with a wig and contacts, and a Lesser Demon, who just wants to sing and dance. They also find out that they've had another disappearance, and that the Hag bookkeeper hasn't come in for her shift. The team races to find her, and catch up just in time to see a crossbow bolt heading for her back. The Divine flings themself in front of her, and takes the damage, then teleports the hag out of the area, trying to get her to the Review, but failing and ending up at Denny's.
The team climbs up to the rooftop, with the Sorcerer taking the precaution of putting up an ice wall for protection. Crossbow bolts glance off the wall. They trap the three people there, and disarm the crossbows. This leaves them with big fuck off double bladed axes. They give an impassioned speech that this is not the hunter's business, and then, outnumbered and trapped, the baddies magic user releases a spell that immolates them.
This leaves the hunters a little crestfallen as they wanted to murder them, and it's just not as much fun when the bad guys do it for you. The Expert traces the tattoo on their wrists and finds that they are members of the Varangian Guard, who were Viking raiders turned elite bodyguards and all around assholes of the Byzantine Army. Now, apparently an elite troop of monster hunters. An entrail divination later, and they have an image of one of the heads of the Varangian Guard, and an approximate location of their office.
We closed there, with yet another threat for the hunters to neutralize, and the local cryptid population in even more danger.
It was a good weekend for games, and now I have two weeks to come up with more ways to torture the characters!
Okay, guess it's time to get myself ready for work now. Everyone have a wonderful Sunday!
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