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[iustitia]

Who: everyone who wants to come
When: (backdated to) Saturday morning through the evening
Where: a campground/park idk
What: LIVE ACTION ROLEPLAYING

The countryside was nice and the plants were singing and the birds and the sun was almost up from the bottom of the sky. The mood was set for Teresa Pyrope's quest to help the newbie LARPers where she was. Teresa Pyrope looked around the countrysides and said, "It's a good day to do what has to be done by me and help these people to have fun."

[ooc: tags will be nonexistent from me in this log and teresa's original invite post until later tonight, but go ahead and tag in and amongst yourselves!]

Comments

[soulsborderline]

No, I just thought you were...y'know, also just here to check it out.

[Wait, that's not what she meant to say.]

The grown college-student types dressing up like wizards, I mean.

[counterclock]

I'm here to take pictures, [she says, as if she's talking to someone very, very simple, and lifts her camera in a profession of such.]

[soulsborderline]

Why?

[Don't take that tone with her she will fuck your shit up and by that I mean annoy you all day out of spite.]

[counterclock]

Because I wanna? Why are you here, even. Sheesh.

I do documentaries. I'm documenting. [Now leave her alone.]

[soulsborderline]

You do documentaries?

[Pardon her staring, she's just trying to figure out if you're an underdressed professional or just a hipster.]

[counterclock]

[More the second than the first, sorry.]

Yeah. Just small ones. Internet culture and nerd culture and stuff.

Also sorry for the delay

[soulsborderline]

You know now that you mention it this sort of thing would make for a pretty entertaining show...

[counterclock]

Yeah, son. Just recording their shit and making stories out of it. It also has the potential to be humiliatingly awful.

You know, either or.

[soulsborderline]

Can I watch if it's humiliatingly awful?

[counterclock]

Dude.

Everyone gets to watch when it's humiliatingly awful. That's the best fuckin' part. [She even goes as far as to snicker to herself.] So, y'want a picture of yourself, or what?

[soulsborderline]

Not associated with this thing, no. I'm gambling on the "hilariously awful" outcome.

[counterclock]

Shit, that's cold. Ridin' on other people's social failure. You could be a great paparazzi.

[soulsborderline]

I think I'm a little overqualified for that. And I'd rather have better pictures than the ones in the tabloids anyway.

[counterclock]

What are you, fourteen? How can you be overqualified for anything?

[soulsborderline]

Because I'm 14 and in college. You don't really need a degree in physics before you turn 18 to be a photographer.

[counterclock]

Yeah, uh.

[What a brat.]

Just cuz you're good at brain surgery and shitting out your own mouth don't mean you're any good at photography.

[soulsborderline]

Excuse me?

[counterclock]

Bitch, you heard me.

I think you're full of yourself if you think photography isn't hard as fuck and doesn't take someone talented and studious in the fucking field.