AW: Saturday, pt. 2

[jere7my]

From the second-floor dormer windows of the WRC I saw a cone of white flickering light piercing the damp, dark air. Without even grabbing my jacket, I stalked off into the rain in search of its source. I wasn't sure how far I would have to walk, but this was too compelling to ignore, like something out of Ghostbusters. Down past the warmly-lit and cathedral Physical Plant, alongside the gloomy athletic fields, to find three firefighters and assorted onlookers watching a spectacular sight: a downed power line, thrashing and spewing torrents of white-hot sparks like a Fourth of July rocket, or a literal fire-hose. The asphalt beneath it had ignited, and a ten-foot square of road was merrily burning in the rain, jack-o-lantern flames reaching shoulder-high. Someone, somewhere, turned off the power shortly after I got there, so the sparks disappeared, and the road was left alone to burn itself out.

I returned to find one of the long games winding down, so I set out my Play-Doh on a side table and gathered sixteen disciples to learn of the wonder that is Clay-O-Rama. Everyone claimed a can of Play-Doh and spent half an hour or so designing a critter, from a sort of vampire pancake to a deadly lavender rose to a dildo-wielding starfish to killer orange pants. They chose their Superpowers ("Use Self as Missile", "The Drop," "Divide Self"), I helped them figure out their stats, we cleared space on the polished wooden floor, and, after dividing into two groups, they had at each other. The pants were the first to die, under the petals and seeds of the rose; Fred's multi-clawed regenerating blue dragon proved remarkably resistant to being dropped; the pancake flew hither and yon across the arena. Limbs (and radioactive slimers) were torn off, Blobs Of Death were hurled, Play-Doh was poked and smashed and squished. It was a great deal of fun, and even though I didn't get to play I was never bored; I ran back and forth (carefully!) to dispense rulings, which I think ended up being pretty even-handed. I wish everyone who wanted to play had been able to—next time, for sure. (All the Play-Doh and the rules now live with Jimmosk, should anyone want to play again.)

jdh92 then showed his excellent Buffy videos, which I nearly skipped, having seen most of them, until I realized that they offered excellent snuggling opportunities. I nestled up beside ceciliaregent, then was joined by showergrrl, who left to be replaced by the elusive and seldom-snuggled kelilah (!), until showergrrl returned to join us all, followed closely by carpenter and, briefly, Jimmosk. musingsylph took a great picture of us, in which I am clearly and smugly in the catbird seat, with bits of smushed Play-Doh on the soles of my Chucks. All of this did wonders for my bruised ego. *grin*

I walked ceciliaregent home, then bumped into musingsylph on the way back, and convinced her to turn around and show me some MST3K instead of going to bed. (For which I feel only slightly guilty.) Others joined us, and she showed the unreleased short Assignment: Venezuela, which is a corporate propaganda piece that attempts, less than successfully, to convince businessmen that being transferred to Venezuela is really a good thing. We also watched the one with Coily the spring-imp shrieking "Nooooooo springs!" at every opportunity, and most of one of the Shorts DVDs. I was perfectly content, still snuggling with showergrrl, surrounded by like-minded people, sleepy after a fulfilling and happy-making day, laughing 'til my nose ran (yes, literally, sorry) at just about everything. (It may seem like a waste to spend so much Alumni Weekend time watching TV, but I've learned that I need vegging time amid all the excitement; this was exactly what I needed.)

And I suppose the cat's pretty much out of the bag at this point: around five in the morning, showergrrl and I disappeared to Wharton and put a serious kink in the SWIL incest web. (So to speak.) It was comfy and fun and uncomplicated (albeit sleepy), and both of us would like it to happen again, should circumstances allow.

Comments

[miraling.livejournal.com]

And I suppose the cat's pretty much out of the bag at this point
Can you glare pointedly in someone's direction on the internet? Because announcing, "I have a 3! I think I have reached the peak of my Josh Smithiness!" immediately after returning from a long walk, and then making people guess how this happened is pretty much equivalent to telling them what happened. Ah, well, I forgive you, rose_garden.

I guess I'm not particularly good at keeping quiet about things that make me bubbly and happy, anyhow, and what with all of the public jere7my-showergrrl cuddling, the speculation was all there anyway.

and both of us would like it to happen again, should circumstances allow
*grumbles something about circumstances*

I should sleep more. I hate waking up in the middle of the night, but at least LJ is here to distract me until I can talk myself into trying to sleep for a few hours.

[flammifera.livejournal.com]

Not being even vaguely interested in Josh Smith numbers or how they´re acquired (although it has been explained to me), I had completely missed that and therefore was completely surprised by the blunt announcement. ;)

[miraling.livejournal.com]

Ah, well, sorry... (;

It had been a while in the making, if that makes you feel any better, but I suppose that's hard to notice over the internet.

[flammifera.livejournal.com]

heh, you don´t need to apologize, although I´m not sure how the length of development time helps. I had noticed you were talking a lot, but not known that anything happened.

I would say that I am now even with jere7my in terms of obliviousness, except I think he is still ahead of me in that, since he completely missed me going out with entropydevice, despite me coming right out and calling us a couple at one point! :-P

[miraling.livejournal.com]

Ah, obliviousness!

I meant that the length of development might have helped with a bit of the bluntness of matters. I suppose the LJ-entry I wrote sort of approaches things with more foreshadowing and so on, but I haven't posted it yet, for it is somewhat epic and unfinished.

[ccommack]

(although it has been explained to me)

Did this explanation include the fact that you're a 4?

Y'know, back in the day, I thought I was never going to drop below 6 (my first number.) Shows what I know.

[flammifera.livejournal.com]

Heh, yes, someone told me my number. Er, Liz (Joy´s old roommate) at least, possibly others. But since I´m rather mystified by the whole thing, I promptly forgot the number -- so, uh, good to be reminded again...?

It´s through metaplasmus, right?

[kelilah.livejournal.com]

So *that's* what she was referring to! I wouldn't have been curious if it hadn't been for that comment. ;^)

[miraling.livejournal.com]

Ah-hah! I was right; she did make matters more transparent.

Of course, this really doesn't change anything other than making me feel slightly vindicated, but, eh, it's nice to feel vindicated.

[miraling.livejournal.com]

Oh, also, I tried to make it through that sea of LJ-names, but I'll probably have to just quiz you on some of them at some point. I'm still working on putting internet-personalities to faces. I know there's a Swil People page somewhere, but I believe it is horribly out of date and rather sparse. Meh.

[metasilk.livejournal.com]

and Jimmosk is eclectic_boy, if you hadn't known. Doesn't post sufficiently, though!

[ortsorfragments.livejournal.com]

There should be no guilt at all ("Noooooo guilt!" ding-ding), as I was very easily convinced...doing MST3K showings is one of the small things I really miss about Swarthmore, and to which Berkeley is not amenable at all...

[jere7my.livejournal.com]

("Noooooo guilt!" ding-ding)

Bwa ha ha! But, good—I'm glad tearing you away from your bed worked out for you, too. Berkeley clearly doesn't know what it's missing.