The highlights of the day were:
Okay, it took a lot of "Are we playing yet?" "Now?" "Can we load the engines now?" I think that I drove our poor Warlord bananas, but in the end we were allowed to get our practice in and there was much rejoicing.
It went something like this:
CONVERSATION No. 1
"We need to practice. Can we practice now please?" I say.
"I'm trying," says an overheated and tired Warlord. "I have lost a good chunk of fighters due to the heat, so I need to take that into account."
"I know," I say. "But it would be really useful for our engineers to get the practice in, if at all possible."
"Okay, what do you need?"
"People to shoot at."
"In other words, you need targets."
"Okay, we'll get you into the last scenario."
CONVERSATION No. 2
Random fighter: "Does this mean that we will have to stand in there while you throw rocks at us?"
Me: "No, we actually want you to run, or fight, or whatever. We need moving targets."
Fighter: "Oh, lovely."
Me: "Hey, think about it. You give us a chance to practice, we will get really good, and when we go to Pennsic we will be on your side throwing rocks at the other side."
Fighter: "Oh, way cool! Hey, what do I have to do to authorize in siege?"
Me: "Drop me a line, baby. I'll get you squared away."
CONVERSATION No. 3
Okay, this is not exactly a conversation. It is more like a parody of what happened with the training of our newly -- and almost newly -- authorized crew. Mainly, it goes to prove that the first thing we need to get our guys to learn is not to stare at the projectile to see where it went before loading another shot.
(For the record, I have heard that this is something that rings true for most missiliers.)
But it was really funny.
"Load!" says ballistabob.
"Right on!" says Crewperson No.1.
"Pull!" yells ballistabob, as he and Crewperson No. 2 fire the engine.
"Whoa!" says Crewperson No. 2. "Look at it go!"
"Load another shot!" yells ballistabob.
*Thwack!* The rock hits four guys on the other side.
"I said load another shot!" ballistabob says.
The crew, however, is too busy watching where the shot went.
"Tee Hee!!!!" Giggles Crewmember No.1. "That was a good one!"
The four fighters yell "Dead!" and leave the field.
"Oh yeah!" Giggles Crewmember No. 2. "We rock!"
"Can someone load another shot? Pretty please?"
"Oh, we kill them dead!" both crewmembers do a little jig.
"A shot? Can someone load another shot?"
"What? Oh!" Says the Crew. "Sure! Right on Boss!"
In the end, the crew got the hang of it, and the whole team was deadly effective, and far more accurate than what we have been in years.
I am really proud of all of them.
I can't wait to see all of our engines in action at Pennsic!
The lowlights were as follows:
I should have known that something was wrong when, after drinking water like a maniac all day, I saw no need to use the bathroom since 10 a.m.
At the end of the day, I was dehydrated, feeling awful, getting a headache, and looking like death warmed over. Luckily, greta_k and psalite helped me cope at the end of the day, particularly at Court, at which point the greta_k, aided and abetted by psalite, confiscated my coronet and did not allow me to put it on until I had cooled off.
I must clarify first that this particular coronet is attached to my beautiful 16th Century hat. Unfortunately, said hat is black, heavy beaver felt and very hot. The kind of thing that you don't want on your head if you are having heat exhaustion.
Admittedly, I was very self-conscious about being at Court and not wearing the coronet. But I was also so completely wiped out that it did not matter. I did get to put it back on when TRM called in the Order of the Pearl, but by then I had cooled off enough to be able to wear it if only briefly.
I also wanted to go to the Dragoons Party afterwards, but I just did not have the energy. At that point, all I wanted was a cold shower, air conditioner, and ice cold water. I was really bummed about it.
I wonder if Celric got to sing or if he was tackled into submission.
All in all, it was a good event in spite of the horrible heat.
I just hope Pennsic's weather does not turn out to be like that.
Here's to hope.