It's My First Day

The Saturday crew got together again and there was gaming. This time Hutch took the GM's chair, and showed us that she can run one heck of a game. Hutch is a theater tech and decided that we needed to have an appreciation for the terror that is theater school.


Theater School Hell
I played Marcus A. Threegood, and Darnivar played Unnamed Sanchez on our first day of theater school. The first task was finding the room that we were supposed to report too. We quickly figured out that half the people that we talked too would outright ignore us if we asked for directions. When we finally found where we were going, we discovered that the fourth years ran shit in this place, and they had a strong distaste for first years.
Threegood and Sanchez got assigned to their first task: Commando Training. Plug in three lights in the crawl space above the stage. Sounded simple enough. Two hours later, we had finally figured out where we were going in the maze, plugged in the light, replaced the light that we had broken, and managed to get back down alive. I however ended up in the infirmary covered in bite and scratch marks from things that at one time could have been rats.
I nearly got out the door before I got dragged back in to the infirmary. I was having a bad reaction to the medication.
Sadly, the day did not end up there.
Hopped up on pain killers and wireded out on some bad reaction, Sanchez and I were sent out on our next task. Go fetch foue stacks of chairs from the basement of the theater school. Sounded simple enough. Several hours later, we had finally figured out were we where going, found the stacks of chair, moved some and gotten locked into the boiler room of a basement. Sanchez saw the crawling arm of one of the many ghosts that reside in that place. I did not. I was passed out from heat exhaustion. Luckily someone had wandered by and heard Sanchez pounding on the door. It was back to the infirmary for me.
Sanchez managed to finish delivering the three stacks of chairs that we had gotten out of the basement before the ghost arrived. When questioned about why he was missing a stack, Sanchez replied with a straight face "The hand got it" and went back to see me in the infirmary.
Exhausted, he fell asleep next to my unconscious body in the infirmary.
We woke up the next morning, 8 am, sprawled unceremoniously in the hallway outside of the infirmary. A fourth year walked in with his cup of coffee. He looked down at us and said "Good, your early. Time to get to work."


Since last I posted, one campaign has come to an end, another has started, and I have gotten into a brand new system. I am sure I will post more on that later.