Viable Paradise IX - Monday Night
Oct. 3rd, 2005 09:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lenora_roseI arrived safely, after a too-long trip with admittedly few problems. I got nearly waved through customs, I had to wait over an hour for the bus, but heck, worse things could happen. Although since I didn't make it here until after 7:00 (My flight in the morning departed on time at 6:50 AM,) I ended up decidedly the last to arrive, and everyone else was sitting in the room with the supper stuff, and they all cheered at my arrival (Which is enough to make a girl want to run back out the door -- or look behind her to see if the ghost of Neil Gaiman followed her.)
Everyone seems friendly, and I like my roommates, and I've received my first one-on-one and it was relatively painless. And the ocean is lovely, and I really was not the Thing* when tested (Okay, so this means I didn't get to act out dying a horrible death.) I wasn't Mafia* when lynched either, and that's not so good, since there's no coming back.
Bad news: We haven't got a high-speed connection for our room, so I can't send an update as often as I'd like, or check my e-mail, or any replies. If nothing else cures the situation first, I might ask someone in another room to let me borrow their connection just long enough to post this so Colin knows I'm okay, I love him. (And pet my cat for me!)
Worse news: I've been given a writing assignment for which I have no idea what to do. I did write an opening (Funny kind of blank when you have a sentence or two and the devil already on the page), but well, I don't know where I'm going.
And I'm supposed to be funny. Oh, toast.
*Silly Games, taught the first and second evenings so everyone sees and knows everyone else. Maybe I'll explain the rules when I get home. Mafia needs a lot of people (over 15, preferably over 20). Thing only needs many people. (More than 10, I think, for best play. We had 13.)
Everyone seems friendly, and I like my roommates, and I've received my first one-on-one and it was relatively painless. And the ocean is lovely, and I really was not the Thing* when tested (Okay, so this means I didn't get to act out dying a horrible death.) I wasn't Mafia* when lynched either, and that's not so good, since there's no coming back.
Bad news: We haven't got a high-speed connection for our room, so I can't send an update as often as I'd like, or check my e-mail, or any replies. If nothing else cures the situation first, I might ask someone in another room to let me borrow their connection just long enough to post this so Colin knows I'm okay, I love him. (And pet my cat for me!)
Worse news: I've been given a writing assignment for which I have no idea what to do. I did write an opening (Funny kind of blank when you have a sentence or two and the devil already on the page), but well, I don't know where I'm going.
And I'm supposed to be funny. Oh, toast.
*Silly Games, taught the first and second evenings so everyone sees and knows everyone else. Maybe I'll explain the rules when I get home. Mafia needs a lot of people (over 15, preferably over 20). Thing only needs many people. (More than 10, I think, for best play. We had 13.)
