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Wimsey and Poppins and Swift, Oh My
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cadhla ran a roleplaying game last week -- League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, circa 1936.
Members of the team we put together includedladymondegreen as team leader Mary Poppins, agrumer as a middle-aged Tom Swift, stakebait as Lord Peter Wimsey, akawil as Hugo Danner (I didn't know who he was either), sdelmonte as The Shadow, camwyn as Sergeant Preston of the Yukon ... and yours truly as one Dorothy Gale, late of Kansas.
We had ridiculous amounts of fun and utterly failed to get ourselves killed. Go team!
What follows behind the cut-tag is the beginnings of a game report in the form of a letter home. The rest, theoretically, will follow.
Dear Ozma,
I don't truly know if you'll ever, ever read this, since there's no post to Oz and I don't know how to send you a telegraph. But somebody was watching me in the Magic Picture yesterday, that's plain, and somebody made the emeralds glow green -- and I hope, I hope it was you! So maybe you can watch me long enough to read the letter, or maybe Glinda will read it to you. She's the one who found out that magical things still work outside the fairy countries, so perhaps she'll be watching to see how we get along.
You probly know already that when the Wizard and I went out to the Outside World searching for the Silver Slippers, we got separated over the Deadly Desert. I don't know where he came down, but I think it must have been somewhere in America. I came down in England, and when I asked people if they could help me find the Wizard, everything started going wrong.
I've been in an asylum for four years, Ozma. They took away all my things (even the Magic Belt!) and they put Toto in a kennel, and they kept me in a sort of kennel too, all ugly gray walls and doors that won't close. And only ugly gray smocks to wear, and hateful doctors who all thought I was crazy -- because I said I'd been in Oz, you know, and they don't believe in fairy countries. They weren't kind to me, and they weren't kind to the other people in the asylum -- the ones who really were crazy, like Miss Emma who thought she was Mary Queen of Scots. I suppose that doesn't sound any crazier than a little girl from Kansas saying she's been a Princess in a fairy country. Still, crazy people can't help being crazy, and there's no call to lock them up and be cruel to them.
Anyway, it was a horrid time and I'd rather not tell you about all of it, the meanness and the dreariness; it doesn't bear telling over, or even thinking about. After all, it's over now. So I'll skip to about a week ago -- that's when they came to get me out.
They said they needed my help, and that if I'd help them they would get me out of the asylum and try to send me home. And they didn't mean Kansas -- they meant Oz. They knew about the fairy countries, Ozma. And they said they'd do everything they could to help me get back there.
I said yes. What else could I have done?
cadhla ran a roleplaying game last week -- League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, circa 1936.Members of the team we put together included
ladymondegreen as team leader Mary Poppins, agrumer as a middle-aged Tom Swift, stakebait as Lord Peter Wimsey, akawil as Hugo Danner (I didn't know who he was either), sdelmonte as The Shadow, camwyn as Sergeant Preston of the Yukon ... and yours truly as one Dorothy Gale, late of Kansas.We had ridiculous amounts of fun and utterly failed to get ourselves killed. Go team!
What follows behind the cut-tag is the beginnings of a game report in the form of a letter home. The rest, theoretically, will follow.
Dear Ozma,
I don't truly know if you'll ever, ever read this, since there's no post to Oz and I don't know how to send you a telegraph. But somebody was watching me in the Magic Picture yesterday, that's plain, and somebody made the emeralds glow green -- and I hope, I hope it was you! So maybe you can watch me long enough to read the letter, or maybe Glinda will read it to you. She's the one who found out that magical things still work outside the fairy countries, so perhaps she'll be watching to see how we get along.
You probly know already that when the Wizard and I went out to the Outside World searching for the Silver Slippers, we got separated over the Deadly Desert. I don't know where he came down, but I think it must have been somewhere in America. I came down in England, and when I asked people if they could help me find the Wizard, everything started going wrong.
I've been in an asylum for four years, Ozma. They took away all my things (even the Magic Belt!) and they put Toto in a kennel, and they kept me in a sort of kennel too, all ugly gray walls and doors that won't close. And only ugly gray smocks to wear, and hateful doctors who all thought I was crazy -- because I said I'd been in Oz, you know, and they don't believe in fairy countries. They weren't kind to me, and they weren't kind to the other people in the asylum -- the ones who really were crazy, like Miss Emma who thought she was Mary Queen of Scots. I suppose that doesn't sound any crazier than a little girl from Kansas saying she's been a Princess in a fairy country. Still, crazy people can't help being crazy, and there's no call to lock them up and be cruel to them.
Anyway, it was a horrid time and I'd rather not tell you about all of it, the meanness and the dreariness; it doesn't bear telling over, or even thinking about. After all, it's over now. So I'll skip to about a week ago -- that's when they came to get me out.
They said they needed my help, and that if I'd help them they would get me out of the asylum and try to send me home. And they didn't mean Kansas -- they meant Oz. They knew about the fairy countries, Ozma. And they said they'd do everything they could to help me get back there.
I said yes. What else could I have done?