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I love the Autochtonian setting for Exalted, but still haven't gotten a great handle on how the Alchemicals are supposed to work yet. So, I'll report on them when I've got something interesting to say. I don't feel I've been real interesting on the role-playing front as much as I'd like, but I kind of dig the KoE responses I've gotten. Sadly (or not so sadly?), Frank has all those books right now, so I'm not going to be doing any in-depth readings of them any time soon.
I think, besides the stress from my hours and job quality, a lot of my anxiety is coming from the fact that I'm actually being asked to pack my room totally up, since my father wants to use it as an office. (Understandable. It's a lot roomier, and an office/study is kind of the thing I'd want my room used for.)
For years, this room has been mine. Before then, I shared it with my brother. When I left for school, it was thoughtfully left alone, and when I came back everything was where it'd been left, plus dust. I feel like I've gotten my use out of it. When I visit, I'm cool with guest quarters.
On the other hand, I'm packing my life up. I'm unearthing stuff I'd forgotten. Here's an old photo album. Here's a book someone got me. Here's the present I got on the year I went on a cruise from my parents, who half-assed it on Christmas Eve. A statuette. An action figure. A collection of DVDs I only got halfway through, because each has about 12 hours on it. A book I forgot to read. An old character sheet. Vi's writeup of her character's family we never resolved in game. A collection of yearbooks, a journal, a notebook with nothing but ancient scribbles I can't decipher anymore.
Sure, there's some anxiety to be had regarding this whole endeavor, but that's really neat, too.
I think, besides the stress from my hours and job quality, a lot of my anxiety is coming from the fact that I'm actually being asked to pack my room totally up, since my father wants to use it as an office. (Understandable. It's a lot roomier, and an office/study is kind of the thing I'd want my room used for.)
For years, this room has been mine. Before then, I shared it with my brother. When I left for school, it was thoughtfully left alone, and when I came back everything was where it'd been left, plus dust. I feel like I've gotten my use out of it. When I visit, I'm cool with guest quarters.
On the other hand, I'm packing my life up. I'm unearthing stuff I'd forgotten. Here's an old photo album. Here's a book someone got me. Here's the present I got on the year I went on a cruise from my parents, who half-assed it on Christmas Eve. A statuette. An action figure. A collection of DVDs I only got halfway through, because each has about 12 hours on it. A book I forgot to read. An old character sheet. Vi's writeup of her character's family we never resolved in game. A collection of yearbooks, a journal, a notebook with nothing but ancient scribbles I can't decipher anymore.
Sure, there's some anxiety to be had regarding this whole endeavor, but that's really neat, too.
