Monthly Archives: July 2018

Leviathan

A rowboat in the ocean
So lost you are
So beautiful, so lost, content in silence, the rhythmic waves
Rising, Falling
Rising, Falling
Not even sure what you’re looking for
Just knowing currents and tides will bring you comfort
Line over the side, not fishing, not quite
……More like playing absentmindedly
……More like hands twitching as you fall asleep
……More like wondering what creatures live below the surface
Never expecting to see
Sure that the sight is meant for more important eyes than yours.

There is none more important than You.

Or you. Or I.
Or them. Or us. Or we.

None more important than the ones in that boat
None more important than those who half believe
Than those who sleep their way through life
That half-believe that life could be better
……Or bigger. Or faster. Or more.
……But that life happens to Other People
People more worthy, more strong,
People in books, in faery tales, in song, in legend.
Hands twitching as you sleep
Boat rising higher than it should be
Pushed by something underneath
Something not quite cresting
An unseen force that raises you higher than before
And in your dreams you remember
That once you were someone who searched
That once you were someone who dreamed and desired
That once you believed that there were dragons at the edge of the world…

It’s not the bait on your innocent line that has piqued my interest.

I hear sounds in your sleep
The sounds you used to listen for
The dreams you used to have
The things you used to search for
The You that you’ve forgotten

It echoes inside of me like the sound of a drip in a silent cavern
Echoing my stillness
Echoing my forgottenness
Calling me to your side like rhythm
……Like thunder and rain
……Like the sound of water on leaves
……Like the sound of the serpent in the grass
Like the scent of summer
Yes, you are dreaming,
But make no mistake, you have called me.

You are so innocently unaware of what you’ve done
And even that is delicious
Still sleeping, echoing dreams
I could vanish in a moment and you would never know I was there
Never know how close I was
Never know how I watched you as you slept
……Never know that it’s not your dreams that called me
……But the way you’ve put them away.
The way I’ve put them away.
The way we all, sooner or later,
Put them away.

So I must choose,
do I slip beneath these waves in silence
……Never waking you
……Never letting you see
Never
It is perhaps
The better choice
To not wake up these things in myself
To not view the dreams I’ve given up in the harsh light of day

Oh but the sound of you is so sweet
You are savory in my brain
Like the scent of a good stew
……With notes of Lemongrass
Exotic, like heavy bass
……With overtones of Bhangra
Like things I’ve never tasted or smelled
……Sandalwood and Rose
……Or street food in South America
……The feel of satin and leather

I am a force of nature
Uncontrollable
I get off this ride where I want to
And I’m not sure if I do.
But you are a tasty morsel, to be sure,
And no one contains me without my permission.
I am not to be contained.
Like Leviathan, I am not for owning
……I am for experiencing
………For reminding you of your mortality
………For showing you gaping jaws that remind you
………How good it is to be alive
………How good your life is in this world

How you should not be sleeping.

I’ve come to wake up the Strongest of Dreamers.
and I am only slightly surprised by your blurry edges
by the way your tiny human hand squeezes the smallest of my pods
……like an infant and a finger
the way you turn in your sleep like a plant toward sunlight
reaching towards what you have not seen, but you remember.

Who made you so small, love?
What made you put your dreams away?
How have you forgotten the songs of our tribe?
How have you forgotten what you are?
This will feel like disaster, I know.
And I am so sorry, but you called me here
You dangled this line
You called in your sleep
……You don’t know it but you called for rescue
……and you have no idea that this has nothing to do with me,
that the only one who can rescue you
is You.

I am what I am
……and what I am is too large for that boat.

It’s an accident, I swear, the leaks and crackings
But it’s a consequence of getting too close.
Your world is about to turn upside down
and you are due for the rudest of awakenings.
I am about to do you a huge favor

My presence and my leaving will smash that boat
And if you open your eyes
it will set you free.

Dexcon 2018

Every con is something different, you know? Every time, it’s like falling into this environment, and for me, every time it’s like I’m a different person. As if the Role Play wasn’t enough, I myself evolve in leaps and bounds, sometimes in the middle of the con itself, and sometimes because of long-ranging after effects. It’s literally chemistry, each of us with loose bits and pieces that spin off and connect to others…we bond, we separate, we spin, (or we remain noble, like the gases, and not changing no matter what happens to us). There are catalysts that change us long after we are gone, if we sit, digest, examine. I love being with my people. This time around was me learning that yes, they like to be with me too. I forget that sometimes. The Elder had said, “See yourself the way we see you and rejoice, the way we rejoice when we see you.” There was a lot of looking to see myself in the face of others. I love what I see, so thank you all.

My favorite moments at the con were surprising ones for me. I was overwhelmed by Giganta in her wrestling glory, cracking coconuts on her biceps and roaring. That woman brought so much RP to the table it expanded my capabilities at later games. She, AHT , managed to spread it around for me so I could do and be more later on. Thank you A….I feel like you made me a better gamer. That was run by the lovely JZ, wrestling fan extraordinaire….I think my favorite prop is the microphone and when he does the commentary. It’s just different when you can ask a question and push the microphone into someone’s face, somehow.

In Bulldogs with Brennan I played a character that was physically cute (kind of like the Geico lizard) and every person at the table was so open to rolling with whatever that I turned into a tourist in the bad neighborhood, snapping Selfies when there was a mugging in the background, and doing the equivalent of wearing an “I ♥ NY” shirt and carrying around a map looking at the sky scrapers. It was ridiculous and fun, and I really liked how we all just rolled with that character in the same game as Steve’s raptor, literally trying to kill and eat people for starting trouble with us. Bulldogs is a lovely universe. There needs to be stories written in this venue. Brennan Taylor, is there fan fiction here? There should be.

I was most surprised by the blood lust raised in S’s Velvet Glove game. By the end of the game I had used a soldering iron to brand the words “Not Safe. Do Not Fuck,” on this guy’s chest because he put one of our girl gang members in the hospital. I forget, sometimes, how I have such a vindictive side. It feels like this game is a safe outlet for that. I’ll have to try again to be sure, though, so expect me again at some point, Seraphina, if you’ll have me.

Out of character there were surprises too. KS ran a Swords Without Master game, which ran primarily on storytelling, and only used dice to determine the tone of the story at a given moment. I spent some time rolling around in that, feeling what it was like to have complete freedom, and how we could all be collaborative about that. K had made me feel safe as a player in a different game, which in turn made me realize exactly how UNsafe I had been feeling up until then. (Some burdens you can’t feel until you put them down.) So I jumped on the opportunity to game with him as an ST so I could feel that a bit more. In-character play leads to out-of-character evolution. I’ll take it. I’ll take it every chance I can.

TR and I had a talk which reminded me of a quote from Neil Gaiman. “Just because a story never happened, doesn’t mean it isn’t true.” Sometimes bigger truths are revealed through small fictions. I am grateful to have met these guys, really. All of them are awesome.

I tried gaming with MQfor the first time. I’d do that again, thank you. I’m not sure how I feel about the Seven Wonders system, but I like the IDEA of it very much. I love the front cover of the book too, like anything and everything can and does happen.

I got more JB than I usually get, and that was lovely. I’m so glad he’s not tired of me. I’m absolutely going to do more of that if he lets me. His Bulldogs game with CV was a blast (I loved the Ursemenite claiming to go through rehab and complaining because he got caffeinated iced tea sending it back for a decaf) and like everything in Bulldogs, it’s all gold. His Dune game was awesome too, though I accidentally figured out the plot line very early in the game, I didn’t KNOW I figured it out…so it was like Conspiracy Theory where I didn’t know which theory I guessed was right. I played that twice, once with C and R, and the next with RF and JF. I was just glad to be at the table, and the tone of the two games was very different, which was also interesting.

Final Girl was wonderful as always…a monster movie in the Australian Outback, and one of the characters I invented turned out to be the betrayer of the party. It’s always a wonderful way to end the con. It was great. It also had JB AND KS at the table, so that was like I lucked into a Bonus Round. Super fun all around.

Thank you all. I’ll be around as long as you’ll have me at your various tables!