August 30, 2012 – 7:30 am
With the new patch already out, there’s a lot of potential RP in the works to deal with the upcoming world event for Mists of Pandaria. I know on Feathermoon there’s at least a (doomed) peace summit, plus myriad other RP opportunities that will crop up as the tensions increase. Which, of course, means trying to figure out where I fit into the bigger scheme of these events – often large events that are being run by other people.
I’ve said before (and Falconesse has said) that RP happens WITH you, not TO you. But it can be hard to figure out how to make yourself fit into a one of these events (especially one that you didn’t organize).
Obviously in any large group event (even one with “only” 10 people), there are going to be a few people who take center stage, just as in a theater production. But even the extras have “parts” – and if you find yourself as a member of the peanut gallery at an event, it’s not the job of the organizer to make sure you personally feel like you’re involved.
You end up having to make your own participation.
This is, of course, way easier said than done. When the chat reel is flying by at the speed of gnats on crack, and your character is potentially out of his/her element, and especially if you’re in a group of people you don’t RP with every day, it can be easy to just let your eyes glaze over and zone out.
Which is fine – some events you’re just there to be a warm body, and it takes a number of warm bodies to have a good crowd.
But when you don’t WANT to just be a warm body, and you’d rather not be chatting over RealID while you idly watch the chat scroll by, how do you get yourself involved?
Remember the golden rule about RP happening WITH you, and work on creating your own experience of the event.
See if you can create a side conversation – in whispers or a small party – to have a little bit going on that’s related just to your character.
Try not to make a disturbance unless you clear it with the organizer first – obviously at pub night, this doens’t matter, but at a large event with some level of scripting, if your character busts out the Macarena in the middle of someone giving an empassioned speech, you end up looking like a total doof.
React in character in an appropriate way. /boo and /cheer, stay involved in what’s going on. Everyone loves a supportive audience! (/burp and /fart not recommended)
Try not to get sucked into side conversations that don’t necessarily have any input from your character. Remember that in a noisy bar or a big crowd you can only hear the people nearby to you, so while it’s good that everyone works in /say, you don’t have to respond to everyone. You’ll have a better time if you can have some personal interaction instead of constantly shouting ME TOO across the event.
And in all cases, remember that if the big actors at an event don’t notice your character specifically, it’s not because they hate you, are ignoring you, or think you smell/have cooties. The big players HAVE to be keeping up with that chat roll, and they may simply not have time to react to outside conversations and still be participating in the overall story that’s playing out.
Most of all, have fun. Big group RP is as much like going to a theater as it is like active RP. You can make your own fun on the sides, but there’s a big, hopefully plot-advancing story going on in front of you. A story that you want to include in the bigger story that you’re building for your character.
Keep the big picture in mind, enjoy the little RP, and you will still have fun.
August 28, 2012 – 7:30 am
Today is 5.0.4. I have no idea what I’m doing.
Instead, here’s Aely in her new transmog set:
This is mostly Wrath PVP gear, plus an Argent Crusader’s Tabard. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go back to updating my addons.
I hope WoWScribe still works.
August 27, 2012 – 11:47 pm
Arrens didn’t come back to the apartment that night, but Aely slept on the couch anyway. She’d left the armor where it was, strewn about their living room, taking a well placed kick at whatever piece was in her way when she had to walk around. It didn’t really help, and she’d put a big dent in the coffee table.
They danced around each other, cold and barely cordial, for two days. Arrens made a big show of tending to his robes. Aely stopped hiding when she was going out to practice.
She knew, on some level, that he was right. This war was stupid. The whole thing reeked of stubborn hot-headed leaders making poor decisions with nothing to gain but a whole pile of dead soldiers. On the other hand, she’d sat by for the fight against Deathwing, and nearly gone crazy with the lack of activity, relying on second and third hand reports of the goings on. On the other hand, she’d promised him her life, and they’d done their best to build a home together, with dreams of a family. On the other hand, someone had to tend the soldiers in the fields, working to reduce that eventual bodycount, and that kind of work helped keep the battles far away from Stormwind. On the other hand, there was the peace summit, and she hadn’t exactly thrown all in to help with it.
An’ that’s jus’ too many fuckin’ hands.
Aely sighed, picking up Jolly’s shield and turning it in her hands. It wasn’t her preferred setup, using a shield and mace; she’d rather the weight of a greatsword, but something about it made her pause.
Maybe the peace summit was the way to go for now. If it worked, maybe there’d be no more wakes for dead Riders.
Of course, if he couldn’t realize that she had obligations to more than just him, then this whole thing was going nowhere. Maybe he had nothing better to do than drop everything he’d worked for, but she, at least, still valued the other promises she’d made.
She watched Arrens come in from class, refusing to meet her glance as he headed into his study. After a few minutes, she followed after him, knocking on the molding around the open door.
He glanced up briefly before his eyes returned to his writing. “Yes?” he said tersely. Not “Yes, dear” or “Yes, my love,” as was the norm.
“S’there any chance ay havin’ some sort ay conversation? I’m na even sure I ken where I stand on any ay this.” Aely kept her voice as calm as possible.
He set his pen down and removed his glasses. “Yes. I suppose we should. I’m merely doing what must be done to ensure Professor Landris has all she needs to facilitate a smooth and seamless transition to the role of headmaster.”
Aely frowned. “Sounds like ye’ve made more decision than I have.”
“I can ill-afford to wait on something this big. Keep in mind, the school is largely funded through the kingdom’s tax revenues. She’ll need to know who to contact in the event our funding is conveniently forgotten.”
“An’ if I dinna leave? If th’ peace summit works out – which I /am/ attendin’, ye ken – an’ it’s all fir naught?”
“I’ve made provisions for the position to return to me upon my return.”
“Sounds like yir goin’ regardless, then. I thought all this wis stupid an’ pointless.”
He looked her in the eyes and said, “I told you, if you were going, so was I. Stupid or not, I will not sit idly by again while you sacrifice life and limb. I did it before. I’ll not do it again.”
“So ye’ve decided I’m goin’ then? News t’ me. Figured it wis a bigger decision than that.” Aely fidgeted with the doorframe.
“I’ve made no such decisions. I’m merely making plans in the event, or perhaps the likelihood, that you will make such a decision. I know you well enough to know the way you think, to know where your heart lies. I’ve seen your restlessness these past few months while your friends and comrades-in-arms have fought. Or am I wrong? Have I misread you for so long now despite my hopes that you were happy to be living a peaceful life, such as it is, while war raged around us?”
“Sometimes I think I’m fir creatin’ peace, na fir livin’ in it. I’m goin’ ta this summit fir Bricu an’ Loreli, fir th’ folks wha’ think it’ll work. But I canna sit by an’ let this war come t’ Stormwind again. If yir goin’ with me, I’ll do my best t’ be near ye.”
He approached her and took her in his arms. “And I you, my love. That’s why I’m making these preparations. I won’t sit by hoping for a letter or for you to get some leave to come back from some battlefield. I won’t spend my nights in the university chapel praying to the gods for your return.”
“Ye ken ye’ll be in a lot more danger than I am, yeh? I … dinna think I’ll be volunteerin’ fir field duty. Maybe wi’ Ben, t’ get him started, but na full time. I’m too old fir tha’ shit.”
“So am I,” he said, releasing her and walking to the window. He gazed outside at the park below. “It’s strange, isn’t it? It seems like both a lifetime ago and just yesterday that our armies were massing to walk through the Dark Portal. I swore when the final siege was laid upon the Black Temple that I wouldn’t return to battle. And yet here I am.”
Aely grinned. “Well, I’m kinda on th’ verge ay swearin I’ll ne’er do clerk duty again, myself. Gonna need bloody bifocals.”
He glanced at his glasses lying on the desk and raised an eyebrow at Aely.
“Wha? Just because ye need ‘em dinna mean I’m in any hurry. Canna wear specs under a helmet anyroad.”
Arrens sat on the window sill and faced Aely. “You understand why I’m doing this, don’t you? For the same reasons I’m coming to terms with why you must do this.”
“I can understand it, yeh. I still am na sure it makes good sense, but then I’m na sure any ay this makes good sense. Prob’ly a fool’s errand – either th’ peace summit or th’ war.” She leaned against the edge of the windowframe.
“I doubt any sense will ever be made of it, even years after it all ends.” He placed his arm around her waist. “I’ll be with you. And for now, that’s all the sense I need.”
August 24, 2012 – 7:35 am
Today’s Friday Ficlet challenge is to write a short story (500 words or less) that sums up what one of your characters has been doing for the last two years. Fighting dragons? Getting married? Smoking felweed behind a shady bar in Shattrath? Have a go at something that gives a good closing to what we’ve been up to, because everything’s about to change.
Feel free to post on your own blog/forums and leave links in comments! I love reading these.
Down Came a Spider
The orc didn’t see her, there behind a well constructed blind. Her crew of nightsabers lay sleeping behind her, various ears twitching occasionally, while she sat in wait. Intelligence said the cultists came this way, concealing a communication route through the thick of the trees on the mountains around what used to be Loch Modan. They were pretty securely in Alliance territory here, but the Twilights didn’t seem to have much notice for boundaries.
She stifled a belch, sour and with a hint of last night’s tequila, and watched as the orc picked his way through the dense underbrush, sometimes riding, sometimes leading his worg. He was thin and almost emaciated, dark robes hanging off of his bony frame, which seemed odd – out of sorts with the power and strength so common to orcs, now that they were free of the blood of Mannoroth.
At least, they said they were free of it.
Angoleth chewed on a bit of grass, vision trained down the sight of her crossbow.
He had made it almost through her field of vision, moving slowly, no indication that he was of any consequence, when a spider dropped down in front of his mount. The giant worg scurried sideways, but the spider only mimicked, winding up to spit the horrific, numbing poison so common to the spiders in these parts.
Then the orc summoned a twisted, fouled elemental, and she put a bolt through his head.
She thanked the spider later.