Whew.

We have a Big Demo on Monday at work. It's been two weeks of overtime to get ready for the dang thing. I've turned into the female character on Galaxy Quest who repeats the computer. I wrote the "mission sequencer," the project's main AI component. So I'm the one most familiar with the screen display that's noting our progress through the test, so I'm the one who repeats what the computer screen says so the whole team knows where we are.

But at least I'm doing something - most of the rest of the team just twiddles their thumbs or mans an emergency stop. We're pretty dang automated!

A week ago, aemccurry threw the bridal shower for gkaczns. It was goth-themed, the bride having dipped her toes into the goth scene in college. Thankfully, most of the attendees were young(ish), and those who were not were game for the non-traditional theme. I note in passing that giddysinger's godmother is made of pure awesome. There was a ton of food, some activities/games we never even got around to, and the bride giggled through the whole thing - so I call it a success.

In a week, I'm hosting the bachelorette party - an RPG. (Are you surprised? I thought not.) Pulp adventurers go to Barsoom, where the remnants of Atlantis have founded their lost colony. We'll see how GMing goes with the Spud on the loose - Moe will be out at the bachelor party the same night. We'll get some new toys to distract him. And there are board games as a backup.

Now to actually write up some adventure notes...

I missed pulp adventure

The PCs for the bachelorette party:

Dr. Carina Olssen, Mad Scientist and Queen of Atlantis! (who you may remember from long-ago game logs here)

Theena the Beast-Queen!

Deadeye Deb, Gunslinging Granny!

White Lotus, Princess of Shangri-La and Kung Fu Master!

Jezebel McCoy, Ace Pilot!

No more writing is even required, except possibly for Theena - in a nod to more modern sensibilities, she ought to be African, rather than the mysteriously Anglo Tarzans/Sheenas we usually get. You already know that Deadeye Deb has long gray hair in a braid, squints and smokes a cheroot; that White Lotus is small and dainty and deadly; and that Jezebel McCoy has a habit of removing her flight helmet and shaking out her long, red curls. I mean, sure, I could go against type and reverse all the expectations, but it's pulp adventure! They're supposed to be one-off the archtypical molds.