First PC death of the campaign

And it wasn't even the DM's fault.

In the last session, the rogue (carrying two adamantium daggers) had been knocked out and the ranger had taken the daggers, using them to help save our hides. This session, the rogue wakes up to find them missing and sets out to get them back by any means necessary. The party, did not take kindly to this.

That is all. I don't feel like writing. DEs of course.

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Getting ready for SWE

I've successfully reserved my place in the pageant itself. However, I may need some help in getting ready, as I know just about nothing about how to actually carry myself in women's clothing. (This is notwithstanding the comment that my brother got from a director a couple years ago, that he was the only one on stage that knew how to wear a dress, including the girls, but I digress.) Makeup I know a little more about, but only stage makeup and not real makeup, and even that I left at home. So - I can't do this on my own.... though I trust there would be many Easties willing to help me out for a laugh. I did manage to email my old Director's Workshop teacher and get her to email me the monologue we prepared, that I can perform as my talent:

Ha ha! That Heaven should give man so proud a heart, and yet so little knowledge. Foolish creature, that talks, and laughs, and kisses oft that hand that steals away its reason as if Nature had played the traitor and seduced the sex, without the aid of destiny, or women. Ah, with what pleasant ease the bird may be ensnared - set but a wanton look, and you catch whole coveys; nay, there is magic pertaining to our sex, that draws 'em in, though in the long vacation - and by heaven, I am resolved to work my sly deceits till my revenge is perfect - thus far I've done well, and I'll persevere in the mystery, wheedle 'em to the snare with cunning plots; then bring it off with quick designing wit, and quirks of dubious meaning. Turn and wind, like a fox in a storm, to prey on all, and yet be thought a saint. Thus Queen I'll sit, and Hell shall laugh to see a woman's wit.

I don't have any of my old staging and blocking; not that I'd be able to pull off the whole thing anyway, but it'd be fun to try. I could probably recreate most of it, minus set of course.

So who's with me? Who has some spare time Thursday afternoon that wants to stuff a guy into a dress? (This would also include lending me the dress. I can wash it before giving it back, I promise.)

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