LARP dreams
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xiphiasEvery once in a while, I dream that I'm playing in a LARP that is really awesome.
The problem is, because I wake up in the middle, I never find out what's actually happening.
The LARPS in my dream are usually what I call "WPI-style" -- one weekend long from Friday afternoon/night to Sunday afternoon, pre-generated characters, and, fundamentally, involving some sort of mystery as to what is ACTUALLY going on. When you show up, you only have a partial, and perhaps misleading, idea of what GENRE you're playing in.
In this game, players were put into teams, each team being, basically, a war-band. You were a group of companions who had been traveling and adventuring together for some time. And the setting was mythological.
My character was a Roman centurion, and my band included a big Gaulish or Norse barbarian, and some other people who I don't remember. Each of the rooms in the mansion/function hall/whatever which we were in was supposed to be an entirely different location.
I never found out what was really going on, but it seemed to be that someone was going around and trying to harm, distress, or kill mythological creatures who had formed romantic relationships with mortals. And our job was to stop that someone, since we actually LIKED the mythological creatures and their spouses (all NPCs) who we'd met.
One thing I remember from the dream was a bit of roleplaying, in which we were finally getting a handle on what was going on. We were talking to a half-man-half-snake (played by a guy wearing snake-skin pants) who was married to a human woman. The human woman was a Christian, and, as my character was a Mithrain, I was going on about how, "Oh, how boring -- after YOU die, you're going to be up in the clouds singing hymns -- DULL. . . ." The player who was playing the gigantic Norse or Germanic barbarian chimed in with something about how Christians were all stupid for worshiping a wimpy god, and my character thought that was just over the top, so reached up and slapped him.
The player was only a couple inches taller than me, but I reached WAY up as high as I could reach, and made a slapping motion, to imply that the character was, like, eight feet tall, and I was slapping him across the face. The player, when he realized what I was doing, reached down and made a slapping motion about the level of his ribcage, and I threw myself sideways to the floor. And everyone grinned because it was funny and well-done roleplaying.
There was a furnace room in the building, which had been decorated to look like a volcanic cave, with someone dressed up as a gigantic bear. Our team seemed to be doing better than any other team in figuring out what was going on, but there was one other team who we kept running into who ALSO seemed to be putting the pieces together. The LARP was set up semi-competitively, where each team was trying to figure out what was happening and solve the problem, but we'd decided to contact that other team and pool our efforts when I woke up.
The problem is, because I wake up in the middle, I never find out what's actually happening.
The LARPS in my dream are usually what I call "WPI-style" -- one weekend long from Friday afternoon/night to Sunday afternoon, pre-generated characters, and, fundamentally, involving some sort of mystery as to what is ACTUALLY going on. When you show up, you only have a partial, and perhaps misleading, idea of what GENRE you're playing in.
In this game, players were put into teams, each team being, basically, a war-band. You were a group of companions who had been traveling and adventuring together for some time. And the setting was mythological.
My character was a Roman centurion, and my band included a big Gaulish or Norse barbarian, and some other people who I don't remember. Each of the rooms in the mansion/function hall/whatever which we were in was supposed to be an entirely different location.
I never found out what was really going on, but it seemed to be that someone was going around and trying to harm, distress, or kill mythological creatures who had formed romantic relationships with mortals. And our job was to stop that someone, since we actually LIKED the mythological creatures and their spouses (all NPCs) who we'd met.
One thing I remember from the dream was a bit of roleplaying, in which we were finally getting a handle on what was going on. We were talking to a half-man-half-snake (played by a guy wearing snake-skin pants) who was married to a human woman. The human woman was a Christian, and, as my character was a Mithrain, I was going on about how, "Oh, how boring -- after YOU die, you're going to be up in the clouds singing hymns -- DULL. . . ." The player who was playing the gigantic Norse or Germanic barbarian chimed in with something about how Christians were all stupid for worshiping a wimpy god, and my character thought that was just over the top, so reached up and slapped him.
The player was only a couple inches taller than me, but I reached WAY up as high as I could reach, and made a slapping motion, to imply that the character was, like, eight feet tall, and I was slapping him across the face. The player, when he realized what I was doing, reached down and made a slapping motion about the level of his ribcage, and I threw myself sideways to the floor. And everyone grinned because it was funny and well-done roleplaying.
There was a furnace room in the building, which had been decorated to look like a volcanic cave, with someone dressed up as a gigantic bear. Our team seemed to be doing better than any other team in figuring out what was going on, but there was one other team who we kept running into who ALSO seemed to be putting the pieces together. The LARP was set up semi-competitively, where each team was trying to figure out what was happening and solve the problem, but we'd decided to contact that other team and pool our efforts when I woke up.
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Date: 2007-01-03 09:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-01-04 03:11 am (UTC)And I have no idea what the plot was -- I mean, I woke up before we even really scratched the surface. . .