Alison Drinks Alone

Scene 1: Parker (#3)

You ordered a dry martini, because it's simple and pure. It doesn't mess around with its taste. It's fast and easy to prepare, which you might need, in case someone from the con staff spots you.

You're not actually here for the LARP convention. You're royally pissed at them. They had the nerve to tell you that your content warnings about rollerblading were offensive. Where were these bastards when you were suffering rollerblading abuse? All of the stories in the LARP, all of those content warnings, were directly out of your own painful life. Well, screw them. To have a bombastic snowboarder tell you to your face that your experiences didn't matter... They threatened to throw you out if you showed up at the hotel...

Calm down. Relax. You're here because you want to catch up with Alison. You want to find out how Consensual Pirate Sexy Throne Time Games went. After all, you were the one who did a consistency check and editing pass for Alison. There was loads of plot, thick and chewy. There weren't any loose ends, every one tied up before the players saw a single file. You're passing through the area on the way to visit your parents and figured you could flip the finger to the con staff and catch up at the same time.

What did the players think about Consensual Pirate Sexy Throne Time Games? How do they feel about being sworn to secrecy, to prevent spoiling later players? How did the dragon sex mechanic work?

You have a nice bottle of port out in your car, for Alison. You know it's one of her favorites. She deserves it after running all these LARPs, on top of writing and running a new one, at a convention run by a bunch of snowboarders. You don't know how she puts up with all of it. She does a hell of a lot of work for every convention, and doesn't seem to get much back in appreciation.

Between her schedule, yours, and those of the people close to you, it can be damned hard to find a time and a place where the two of you can just talk. You may have to schedule a weekend getaway before Alison's vacation cruise. People probably don't realize she'll be away during Brandeis' Festival of LARPs. Now where's your damned martini?