We arrived at the Indiecon venue this afternoon, a holiday park near Christchurch seemingly just on the border of Dorset and Hampshire. Our chalet is bright and warm, a refuge from the rain sheeting down and coursing along every path. Simon arrived somewhat after myself and Graham, and we three emptied our wallets at Waitrose, an upmarket cooperatively owned British supermarket. Adam arrived in time for chili and tacos, which was lovely.
Dessert was a fancy chocolate souffle, followed by bubblegum. Misery Bubblegum.
This is a great game! We got going with six at the table, and the character creation rules quickly built an elaborate yet intuitive web tying us together. We realised as we cycled through that the all-male group was generating male characters, and mindful of the opportunities that a mixed cast has, ended up with majority girls. I end up playing deeply against my teenage type, a cocky motormouth who can talk around corners but is an outsider in her own mind, desperate for affirmation from someone deep and profound... unfortunately taking the school's puffed peacock anime obsessive to be that. Another of the players seemed to roll naturally into an inverted character, a dumb and shameless jock. I relished this chance to play out a different perspective; we're never more self absorbed and preoccupied with our own affirmation than our school years, so it's great to trade heads and see how those who seemed to be doing okay were subject to their own anxieties and tribulations. I wonder how it feels to go much closer to home, and play for unmediated catharsis?
Graham GM'd with characteristic aplomb - which is a relief, as I'd hate to slate him on his birthday. It's been a fun day with even a transatlantic SG 'happy birthday' rendition, which was extraordinary. Plenty of wine was also drunk, and merriment had.
Tomorrow we investigate the con itself in earnest. It appears that most sign ups are full, a little frustrating, but a stocked cellar and game bookshelf provides a happy fallback. More, perhaps, then.