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For some reason, and it had better not be a stress reaction, I have been smaxed down by my traitorous body and am therefore at home, missing a whole day of work. Yesterday, not to be too graphic about it, my lunch disagreed with me violently, and I think the overall body-ache and headache are aftershocks of same. I object.
Anyway, Turgenar requested an Event Report from the Coronation of their Trimarian Majesties, Odo et Elena, soooo....
I had a horrible start to the weekend -- I wanted to leave work early (undertime), but couldn't because of our call volume -- I work at a help desk -- and then got stuck on a call, so left 45 minute late instead. I had bought some clever mugs for our wonderful Crown Prince and Princess, which say 'It's good to be the [appropriately gendered Monarch]!'... here, look (if the link doesn't work, go to www.uncommongoods.com and search for 'king' or 'queen').
Anyway, I wanted to put something inside the mugs -- some of those new Excedrin Quicktabs, analgesics which dissolve without water (I like them, except for the bitterness at the end) and fuel cards. Um, petrol company cash cards. Whatever they're called. So I ended up stopping at five, count them FIVE different filling stations in Palm Beach County trying to find some, and nobody had any. My car's starter was getting more and more cranky, and I was starting to go geothermal. Eventually, I filled up and got on the Turnpike. I stopped at the Fort Drum reststop, found a Citgo which ACTUALLY had the cards and could sell them to me, moved Herne the Greenvan over to the main building and used the women's. When I came back out, the starter wouldn't turn over. Whack with hammer. No good. Whack with hammer some more. Still not working. I'm starting to get nervous. Finally, it took 6 tries plus a little praying, and I promised I wouldn't stop again until I got to the event.
So I ended up at Camp LaNoChe about when I was gloomily expecting I would in the first place -- 2AM. Bleh. By some small miracle, Registration was still there! Lady Tirzah was on the verge of packing up, and in a bad mood (wouldn't you be, that late on Friday?), so I left Herne's engine running and helped pack. Thomas the Wonder Constable led me over to the Heirs' encampment, but I still didn't know where I was supposed to sleep. Why look! Cabin 3 is air-conditioned and TOTALLY empty. They can kick me out in the morning.
Well, I never got kicked out. *grin* The Society Earl Marshall couldn't make it after all, so I had the whole thing to myself. Yay me! Slept very shallowly, probably too wound up about the morning; got up early, very nearly first, and accompanied TRH to a knighting. Then we got set up for TRM's Last Court and the succession schtick (every single fairy taile that could be crammed into 10 minutes). I had to help the Dragon protect her modesty, as the front of the costume had just a few Velcro buttons, and she was afraid of flashing the whole kingdom. We improvised. Yay, safety pins! Schtick done, TRH scurried back into the 'Ready Room' to change, and we processed out. Other than a small problem with Dukes not showing up on time, the Coronation itself went off smoothly.
Let's see... heralded Sitting in State w/ Octavio, ran off to the Heralds' Meeting, then the Pelicans' Meeting, then had time to myself [!] for a bit. Caught a golf cart back up to the encampment with TRM's Chatelaine, HL Thorunn, who is also my protege sister. She just had surgery, and STILL showed up to this event! She needed a lie-down, and I actually did the same. It wasn't as hot as it could have been, but remember -- I'm wearing northwestern European garb, even if it is rendered in cotton, PLUS full leggings, PLUS knee-socks and my leg brace for Evil-Ankle-healing. And a veil.
I got to do First Court myself, with the current Caravel (official Court Herald) doing the reading of the scrolls.
A brief tangent on this: we, the College of Arms of Trimaris, at least, have started to divvy up Court duties when it's going to be a long court. If we can find help, we split things between announcements and scroll-reading. It saves on fatigue and voice strain.
Octavio said I did Very Well... more than once. *beam!* And I even got my Court report off today, first thing when I came on-line. Gooood herald, here's a biccie. Changed garb for feast, as I'd brought that and my feast gear down after my rest, and ended up sitting with Baron Thomas du Lac instead of the other retainers, because the table was FULL when I got there. Thomas is very nice company, and kept running to get me food because the servers weren't getting to our table (because it was the High Table servers' table). So I helped him with serving High Table a little; only courteous, and I'm in charge of Southkeep's High Table stuff anyway.
Ran off to Richard and Griffin's handfasting. They had a huge crowd and a beautiful ceremony. Quite lovely. Must get them a gift.... Went to bed after that, partly because I couldn't find anyone to hang with, and I was tired enough anyway.
Sunday was a little frustrating, because I forgot things -- I wanted to attend Pursuivants' Court (which HRM Odo insists he's going to give Sebastian a hard time for, because he can) and the Chroniclers' Meeting. I attended HRM at the Rose Tourney and the Defender of the Queen's Heart Tourney instead, because I thought I might be needed. [shrug] Not in particular. Oh, well.
Read scrolls at Sunday Court, while the Triskele Herald Sebastian (he's the 'boss herald' for Trimaris) did the announcements. Good court, everybody happy. New knight, even, very popular decision -- Maximillian von Weald, one of the Windriders (of course).
Sunday's feast was... well, I'm glad the Mongols were having a party that night. But at least I got to sit with the retainers this time. Helped Kellen and Ainvar clean out most of the 'Ready Room' to make things easier for Monday morning, then went off to the Mongol party. Didn't get to see any dancing, but got to hang out with my Pelican, Countess Caileen and Elise (mostly) while I was there. Sappy was running around shirtless, but freaked out when Griffin tried unsnapping her bra.
Gooood Mongol-food! What a spread. And I got to hear Countess Dulcia crash into a tree (apparently there were no serious injuries).
Monday, packing was quick; I helped pack Thorunn, who made the Packing Goddess in me shudder. HRM in her Infinite Benevolence gave me ALL the refrigerated Diet Pepsi! *kowtow*. Car started right away, bless his evil little heart, and I didn't have to stop for a bathroom break (sucking down DPs all the way) until Boynton Beach, which was 3/4s of the way home already. Got unpacked and everything with little trouble.
Then Tuesday/Wednesday, I had the Revolt of the Body. Bah.
I'm feeling mostly better at this point, after considerable napping and aspirin and antihistamines.
Let's see... let's find some SCAdianish quizzes to plunk in here:
Which Trimarian Queen Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
You are Cathlin Emryss of Ivernia. You are a
passion personified and have an inner strength
that nothing can crush.
(I got Maisie of Dunbarton the first time I took this.)
Which Trimarian Household Should You Join?
brought to you by Quizilla
You should join Clan Farflung. Who woulda' thunk
it? The biggest partiers in the kingdom are
also the kingdom's most selfless workers! If
there's a job to be done, you can bet someone
from Farflung will have it done before you even
get your shoes tied. You'll need lost of
stamina to keep up with this crowd, but you'll
have a lot of fun doing it.
Which of Henry VIII's wives are you?
This quiz was made by the proper Victorian ladies at Spookbot
What Celtic Goddess are You? (With pictures)
brought to you by Quizilla
Arianrhod is the Celtic goddess of the full moon
(or the 'silver wheel'), of reincarnation, and
of the Wheel of the Year. You are mysterious
and serene, yet you can be stubborn and even
cruel.
(I also got the Morrigan and Epona without trying to spin the quiz, so take that as you will.)
For some reason, and it had better not be a stress reaction, I have been smaxed down by my traitorous body and am therefore at home, missing a whole day of work. Yesterday, not to be too graphic about it, my lunch disagreed with me violently, and I think the overall body-ache and headache are aftershocks of same. I object.
Anyway, Turgenar requested an Event Report from the Coronation of their Trimarian Majesties, Odo et Elena, soooo....
I had a horrible start to the weekend -- I wanted to leave work early (undertime), but couldn't because of our call volume -- I work at a help desk -- and then got stuck on a call, so left 45 minute late instead. I had bought some clever mugs for our wonderful Crown Prince and Princess, which say 'It's good to be the [appropriately gendered Monarch]!'... here, look (if the link doesn't work, go to www.uncommongoods.com and search for 'king' or 'queen').
Anyway, I wanted to put something inside the mugs -- some of those new Excedrin Quicktabs, analgesics which dissolve without water (I like them, except for the bitterness at the end) and fuel cards. Um, petrol company cash cards. Whatever they're called. So I ended up stopping at five, count them FIVE different filling stations in Palm Beach County trying to find some, and nobody had any. My car's starter was getting more and more cranky, and I was starting to go geothermal. Eventually, I filled up and got on the Turnpike. I stopped at the Fort Drum reststop, found a Citgo which ACTUALLY had the cards and could sell them to me, moved Herne the Greenvan over to the main building and used the women's. When I came back out, the starter wouldn't turn over. Whack with hammer. No good. Whack with hammer some more. Still not working. I'm starting to get nervous. Finally, it took 6 tries plus a little praying, and I promised I wouldn't stop again until I got to the event.
So I ended up at Camp LaNoChe about when I was gloomily expecting I would in the first place -- 2AM. Bleh. By some small miracle, Registration was still there! Lady Tirzah was on the verge of packing up, and in a bad mood (wouldn't you be, that late on Friday?), so I left Herne's engine running and helped pack. Thomas the Wonder Constable led me over to the Heirs' encampment, but I still didn't know where I was supposed to sleep. Why look! Cabin 3 is air-conditioned and TOTALLY empty. They can kick me out in the morning.
Well, I never got kicked out. *grin* The Society Earl Marshall couldn't make it after all, so I had the whole thing to myself. Yay me! Slept very shallowly, probably too wound up about the morning; got up early, very nearly first, and accompanied TRH to a knighting. Then we got set up for TRM's Last Court and the succession schtick (every single fairy taile that could be crammed into 10 minutes). I had to help the Dragon protect her modesty, as the front of the costume had just a few Velcro buttons, and she was afraid of flashing the whole kingdom. We improvised. Yay, safety pins! Schtick done, TRH scurried back into the 'Ready Room' to change, and we processed out. Other than a small problem with Dukes not showing up on time, the Coronation itself went off smoothly.
Let's see... heralded Sitting in State w/ Octavio, ran off to the Heralds' Meeting, then the Pelicans' Meeting, then had time to myself [!] for a bit. Caught a golf cart back up to the encampment with TRM's Chatelaine, HL Thorunn, who is also my protege sister. She just had surgery, and STILL showed up to this event! She needed a lie-down, and I actually did the same. It wasn't as hot as it could have been, but remember -- I'm wearing northwestern European garb, even if it is rendered in cotton, PLUS full leggings, PLUS knee-socks and my leg brace for Evil-Ankle-healing. And a veil.
I got to do First Court myself, with the current Caravel (official Court Herald) doing the reading of the scrolls.
A brief tangent on this: we, the College of Arms of Trimaris, at least, have started to divvy up Court duties when it's going to be a long court. If we can find help, we split things between announcements and scroll-reading. It saves on fatigue and voice strain.
Octavio said I did Very Well... more than once. *beam!* And I even got my Court report off today, first thing when I came on-line. Gooood herald, here's a biccie. Changed garb for feast, as I'd brought that and my feast gear down after my rest, and ended up sitting with Baron Thomas du Lac instead of the other retainers, because the table was FULL when I got there. Thomas is very nice company, and kept running to get me food because the servers weren't getting to our table (because it was the High Table servers' table). So I helped him with serving High Table a little; only courteous, and I'm in charge of Southkeep's High Table stuff anyway.
Ran off to Richard and Griffin's handfasting. They had a huge crowd and a beautiful ceremony. Quite lovely. Must get them a gift.... Went to bed after that, partly because I couldn't find anyone to hang with, and I was tired enough anyway.
Sunday was a little frustrating, because I forgot things -- I wanted to attend Pursuivants' Court (which HRM Odo insists he's going to give Sebastian a hard time for, because he can) and the Chroniclers' Meeting. I attended HRM at the Rose Tourney and the Defender of the Queen's Heart Tourney instead, because I thought I might be needed. [shrug] Not in particular. Oh, well.
Read scrolls at Sunday Court, while the Triskele Herald Sebastian (he's the 'boss herald' for Trimaris) did the announcements. Good court, everybody happy. New knight, even, very popular decision -- Maximillian von Weald, one of the Windriders (of course).
Sunday's feast was... well, I'm glad the Mongols were having a party that night. But at least I got to sit with the retainers this time. Helped Kellen and Ainvar clean out most of the 'Ready Room' to make things easier for Monday morning, then went off to the Mongol party. Didn't get to see any dancing, but got to hang out with my Pelican, Countess Caileen and Elise (mostly) while I was there. Sappy was running around shirtless, but freaked out when Griffin tried unsnapping her bra.
Gooood Mongol-food! What a spread. And I got to hear Countess Dulcia crash into a tree (apparently there were no serious injuries).
Monday, packing was quick; I helped pack Thorunn, who made the Packing Goddess in me shudder. HRM in her Infinite Benevolence gave me ALL the refrigerated Diet Pepsi! *kowtow*. Car started right away, bless his evil little heart, and I didn't have to stop for a bathroom break (sucking down DPs all the way) until Boynton Beach, which was 3/4s of the way home already. Got unpacked and everything with little trouble.
Then Tuesday/Wednesday, I had the Revolt of the Body. Bah.
I'm feeling mostly better at this point, after considerable napping and aspirin and antihistamines.
Let's see... let's find some SCAdianish quizzes to plunk in here:
Which Trimarian Queen Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
You are Cathlin Emryss of Ivernia. You are a
passion personified and have an inner strength
that nothing can crush.
(I got Maisie of Dunbarton the first time I took this.)
Which Trimarian Household Should You Join?
brought to you by Quizilla
You should join Clan Farflung. Who woulda' thunk
it? The biggest partiers in the kingdom are
also the kingdom's most selfless workers! If
there's a job to be done, you can bet someone
from Farflung will have it done before you even
get your shoes tied. You'll need lost of
stamina to keep up with this crowd, but you'll
have a lot of fun doing it.
Which of Henry VIII's wives are you?
This quiz was made by the proper Victorian ladies at Spookbot
Congratulations! You are Katherine Parr.
Katherine Parr spent nearly her whole life married to crotchety old men: Henry was the THIRD old fart she was forced to marry. Is it any wonder she turned to books and religion to occupy her time?
Katherine wasn't just smart, she was a tiny bit uppity, too: she almost got herself thrown in jail for arguing with His Royal Fatness about some theological issues. After Henry croaked, Katherine dropped the prim and proper act and married Thomas Seymour, a dashing pirate-y kind of guy who was dumb as a post. Which goes to show you that even bookworms know how to get it on.
What Celtic Goddess are You? (With pictures)
brought to you by Quizilla
Arianrhod is the Celtic goddess of the full moon
(or the 'silver wheel'), of reincarnation, and
of the Wheel of the Year. You are mysterious
and serene, yet you can be stubborn and even
cruel.
(I also got the Morrigan and Epona without trying to spin the quiz, so take that as you will.)
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