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Am home. I seem to've developed a ritual for coming home from a LARP at 11pm Sunday night.

Summon last available strength to haul self and what has apparently become a lead backpack up two flights of stais and into flat.
Close door, drop backpack against nearest available wall, take off shoes and leave them on the doormat, as they're filthy as sin.
Switch on computer on way to bathroom.
Undress, toss clothes in nearest handy corner, take very hot and long shower.
Check e-mail, skim friendslist, have chocolate milk and cigarette.
Attempt to go to bed at decent hour.

Note the "attempt" in point six. Also note compete and utter lack of any sort of mention of the word "unpack, let alone "wash" and "clothes" in the same sentence. That'll be somethign for tomorrow. OR perhaps not, depending on how tired I feel tomorrow (more on that later), as I may just go and see Troy, which is all over my friends page.

I am sunburned quite badly on my face and neck. We were very lucky with the weather, though it got a bit hot at times. We moved the bar outside, which was fun (I was a barmaid a lot of the time) because we got to stand closer to the fire and saw the action happening. Not to mention, while the location was favulous for a LARP--40+ km of tunnels and caves, an open space with a round stone surrounded by five pillars--but the accomodation was less than luxurious. Tents, one proper toilet and three planks with holes in them and curtains around, no showers at all. If it'd rained, we'd have all been pretty miserable.

As it was, I slept pretty badly on Friday night, woke up halfway through the night because of loud people and couldn't get back to sleep properly because my feet were freezing and moist-ish. Actually thought for several minutes that it'd rained into my tent. The second night, I only got three hours of sleep, but I slept by the camp fire with another girl, and I felt far more rested on Sunday morning. Woke up to voices, snuggled deeper into my warm sleeping bag, and heard "Coffee'll be ready in ten!" Just enough time for me to get up and get dressed without hurrying. Bliss.

More random and general stuff: Lots and lots of very good food. including good veggie food, which I'm never expecting from events like this. (Belgian caterers are only slowly realising that "vegetarian" does not mean "No meat, extra helping of veggies," and that neither fish, veal nor chicken are vegetarian, and it's not that easy to cook good veggie food in large quantities anyway.) At one point, I was inside getting some water, and one of the cooks walks by with a fucking huge roasted ham. And I've worked in a butcher's shop, people, I know from big pieces of meat. They also had soup keeping warm (au bain marie) in a big kettle over a campfire outside. Still don't know how they did all this with just two working plugs (as I said, not much accomodation), but they've apparently in the past welded together a lance thingie (what's that called?) on-site to roast some pigs on, and once even roasted some pigs on a trailer while driving to the site. These guys have been through all 21 LARPS, the only ones to do so, and will drop anything to cater these LARPS. They're fab.

Great use was made of the previously mentioned great location. Dwarves and sundry in the caves, and the clearing with the five pillars contained a pattern which, when rearranged, would alter reality. Havoc, predictably, ensued.

I spent most of Friday and Saturday working the bar and hanging around, then after dinner (I think--details are hazy right now) went to Plot Center with the other bar gril to see if they could use us for something else. Dark elves, perhaps? We could try to sneak to the pattern and alter it! Three hours later, every NPC available was playing a dark elf, and we went into the caves to do a fight scene with the biggest fighter players. The plan was that after we were all dead, we'd run to the pattern and protect our high priestess, who'd try to alter the pattern, and then we'd try to fight off the players coming to stop us. Halfway to the pattern ...

Plot Guy: *runs up to us* Never mind, people, you're not needed anymore, thje ceremony's over."
NPC: You mean she's dead already?
Plot Guy: No, the ceremony's over. You're now rulers of the world, and any non-Dark Elf who even thinks about trying to harm any of you will cringe in pain for the next five minutes. You can all go into town and have fun.

Never overestimate the intelligence of the average player, I suppose. Heh.

I'm sunburnt and bruised all over, my lips are so chapped they're raw, and I'm tired, but I've had the most fun ever this weekend. An di shall now go and try to move on to point six on that ritual.

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Darn. I never knew it was that big an event. :-) I pictured a darkened room with dressed-up people throwing dies and shifting cards and things like that.

I went on bosklassen in 5th year with two classes from my school and we played a kind of LARP, I think. We each had a personea and carried cards. We had rules on who you could take out and who you had to avoid. I was part of a press-gang, cornering people and taking away their cards while protecting a queen in our midsts. It was fun. *g*

I'm glad you had a lot of fun! Put some salve on those burns if you have some. :-)

Nope, it's really quite big, and there's real fights with latext swords and all. 's pretty cool. ^_^