Among the things I love

I love people doing all parts of a dialog, and it's even better when it's all colored by an unlikely accent. Such is the case with the explanation of the French postdoc of how it was that he didn't realize what he was doing when he signed up to use the Mouse CPP room on the 6th:

What ees Laabor day to me? It ees nothing! So people come come up to me and ask, What do you do on Monday?
<"duh" look> I work.
<gasp> It ees free day!
I am ztupeed! So ztupeed!

Character: Rye

When I first came out to the Bay Area, met some people at ACNW, and got into the first gaming group here, I ended up playing Rye, because she's so damn simple. 1. She's female; no fuss about the proper pronouns ftf. 2. She's based around Strength and Endurance, which no one else wants. 3. She's from my character class of blunt, bluff, compassionate but not considered. I never had to think in game about what she'd do; she did whatever came off the end of my tongue.

One of the most amusing bits that happened in that entire years-long campaign (many years long, yes, but only about 26 sessions long—oy!) was when she decided to investigate a Paranoia-like shadow, the site of convoluted cloak-and-dagger infighting between Bleys and Caine, who were stealing back and forth the position as the masked Leader... She rode in on her iron horse, in a dress, with a sword, and got her retreat cut off by air support with guns and lasers. So she rode straight ahead into the camp of the army mustering to throw off their mysterious Bleys/Caine leader and demanded to talk to the guys in charge.

There she was, under a sort of arrest by the completely bemused generals, flirting and dodging questions about what exactly these strangely-powerful Amberites were, while at the same time suggesting that she knew enough about them to have valuable information to trade, and in fact, was one of them, and would be mercilessly avenged should something happen to happen to her as she was surrounded by all those laser pistols... Eventually the generals went off to baffledly confer with each other about what to do with her (torture? mind control? and yet she just walked on in as if she had nothing to fear from us...), and she shadowwalked out.

Later, filling Julian in on all this, he asked her how she'd managed to present a credible threat when she was so easily captured.
Oh, I just told them that I was the weakest and most foolish of all of you, Rye says airily.
Julian, nonplussed: That wouldn't have occurred to me.

( Damn straight, stick-boy. More about the iron horse, the secret origins of the name, and how she turned out )