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No one favorite'd my Doctor Seuss reference in the ask questions about my taxes thread. :-(
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The forums were too quiet without you! *Nuzzles NH*
Er... thanks? :-P
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I used to think that air was free. Then I bought a bag of chips.I heard they have that air pocket to keep them from busting open at higher altitudes I don't know that their is any truth to that however.
Whoever told you that was entirely incorrect -- if you wanted something to not pop at high altitude you would take all the air OUT.
The air is pumped in to prevent the chips from being crushed during shipping. People don't tend to like to buy crumbs.
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Tonight marks the end of my third week in hospital. Tomorrow will be another lung test, and if my docs like what they see I will finally be going home...!
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And the burgers are already arrived, devoured, and I'm going to bed.
Nice job, Amazon!
G'night kitty!
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No one favorite'd my Doctor Seuss reference in the ask questions about my taxes thread. :-(
Check again. I'm working hard here...
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Captain yesterday, I think having no one get your Dr Seuss reference made you so upset you lost your pants :o
*purrs at NH*
Yep air expands at low pressure which high altitude is. So you'd have the air in the chips expand, causing the bag to pop. And send chips flying.
Transportation of chips is done by lorry/train and its a bumpy ride + loading and unloading, so if chips are not protected its crumbs at destination.
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I used to think that air was free. Then I bought a bag of chips.I heard they have that air pocket to keep them from busting open at higher altitudes I don't know that their is any truth to that however.Whoever told you that was entirely incorrect -- if you wanted something to not pop at high altitude you would take all the air OUT.
The air is pumped in to prevent the chips from being crushed during shipping. People don't tend to like to buy crumbs.
Well thank you for clearing it up for me. I think it was some program on TV from long ago. I never had that much faith in it.
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Tonight's nurse is Lawful Neutral. *sigh*
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NG < here yo. Your laws mean nothing if their not fair and just for everyone!
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They will in fact expel you for cynicism.
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I intend to read the dresden files at some point. I think modern paladin rules may be different from pally classic rules too.
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Fair enough. Mine are always nice. unless your not nice. then their not nice.
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I don't play Paladins =) I'm not a masochist to get into an argument with the GM on the interpretations of the paladin code.
You see, a situation like this could happen.
The party captures a bunch of bandits attacking merchants.
Paladin of Abadar: Bring them to the nearest court to be sent for trial! (And then executed because they are bandits)
Paladin of Sarenrae: Maybe they turned to banditry because they were starving? Give them a second chance. I'll pay for their apprenticeship so they can support themselves and not turn to crime.
Paladin of Torag:They've been attacking my people and deserve no mercy! *cue immediate trial and battlefield executions*
3 possible ways to react to the same situation, yet none of them are wrong.
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Well I don't usually play paladins of a specific god just general paladin (I did have a paladin of Zeus once and he slept around which I feel was what Zeus wanted of me. at high levels when I met Zeus he even gave me a fist bump.) and I've never had a GM complain about my paladin alignment nor have I ever lost it for not following my code. I suppose it depends on if you have an A*~#!$!@ DM or not.
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Sorry if I'm being a nag but is sleep at the hospital any better then at home?
Worse. Aside from being woken up during the wee hours for meds and vital checks, the beds and pillows are...minimally comfortable. Oh and it's never truly dark, because there's always fluorescent light coming from outside your room.
Ahem. Don't slander my alignment. I am lawful neutral.
Hey, I'm just saying that rules can get absurd.
Me, feeling unfocused and knowing that there is a lot of insulin in my body. *Hey, my glucose level must be low, I'll drink a Powerade.*
Nurse, 5 minutes later: Hey Mr. Sunrise, it's time to check your blood glucose...Oh gosh, it's 55!
Me: That sounds about right.
Nurse: (Without asking) Here is some apple juice, and a tube of glucose paste, drink up.
Me: Yeah, I'm just going to drink my Powerade. Which I'm already drinking. Because I already knew my glucose was low. Which has a higher carb count than that paste, btw. And I have four more of, if I need 'em.
Nurse: So you're officially rejecting the juice and paste?
Me: Yeah.
Fifteen minutes later...
Nurse: I've informed the on-call doctor that you rejected the juice and paste. Time to check your glucose again...it's up to 99, that's a safe number.
Me: Thinking...Gee, whodathunkit? It's almost like I've been living with diabetes for 14 years...
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Yeah I personally know a lot of people that do not manage it well You are probably in the minority bud! Go you! my nurse friend will constantly harang Her boyfriends father because of how poorly he manages it. She will look at him in the eyes and say "which leg?" Reply "huh?" her: "which leg do you think you'll lose?"
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The weekend was not nearly long enough.
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I think they forgot I was stopping by with my two forms of id to prove I can work in the US.
All the doors are locked.
It's the parent teacher conferences all over again.
Edit: Except this time I'm positive I had the correct information.
It's a landscape company and we got a half inch of snow last night so I'm not all that surprised.
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Yeah I personally know a lot of people that do not manage it well You are probably in the minority bud! Go you! my nurse friend will constantly harang Her boyfriends father because of how poorly he manages it. She will look at him in the eyes and say "which leg?" Reply "huh?" her: "which leg do you think you'll lose?"
Ha, yeah, I was a lot more lax about managing my diabetes before a doctor told me about everything that high glucose can cause down the road. I guess that's not enough for some people, though.
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As I mentioned, I took Wednesday off to deal with the usual pre-chaperoning stuff: Getting cash for the trip, making an initial Costco run, picking up the minivan, and getting to bed at a ludicrously-early hour, since we were all supposed to be at the school on Thursday by 2:45 am for the drive down to L.A.
So I spent the morning cleaning the house, packing, and printing out the forms, then got a text from Ms. S (the choir director) that she needed me to have the Costco run done before 2:00 pm. My veteran co-chaperone, CT, was supposed to go with me, but she wasn't sure she could go before she got off work at 5:00 pm, so there was a flurry of texts to work all that out before we decided we'd take two cars, CT would take an extra-long lunch, and it would all work out.
The Costco run went smoothly and we dropped everything off, but it's always fun when there are no students around so you have to move the 600 pounds of water bottles you just loaded into the car all the way into the classroom. But it all worked.
That wrapped up, I biked over to Enterprise to pick up my minivan, little knowing what I was about to create.
I got there at 1:15 pm and my reservations were for 2:00 pm, but it turned out the minivan had broken down on its way to the rental place. As we sat there, the agents became more and more anxious as the repair estimate moved from 2:00 to 2:15 pm and then 2:30 pm. They started calling around for other minivans at other locations. They showed me a couple of immediately-available SUVs (a Nissan Pathfinder, which was MUCH too small, and a Ford Explorer, which looked like it just might be big enough), but I wanted to wait.
However, by around 1:45 pm it became clear I wasn't going to get a minivan in any reasonable amount of time, so I took the Explorer. As usual, being nice to people is ridiculously effective. The Explorer was apparently a significant upgrade, but she gave it to me for 15% off the original price because it wasn't the car I'd wanted. So I got a car early, I got an upgrade, and I got it 15% off.
Unfortunately, once I got in the car, it REEKED. It was as if a 13-year-old had decided to spray bubble-gum scented perfume on every surface throughout the vehicle. I figured I had about 18 hours to let it air out, so I drove it home, parked it, cracked the windows, and hoped for the best.
Once Impus Major was home I helped him pack, and I was in bed by 7:00 pm, as planned.
I didn't sleep well at all, mainly because the kids were having a blast playing Far Cry 5 so they were a wee bit noisy, but I at least got maybe 5-6 hours that night.
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Curiosity did kill the cat. 5e:
I went in a room with 8 taxidermied wolf heads and a pile of books. So since we were looking for a McGuffin, I saw books and went shiny! And started reading them. Triggered the summoning trap resulting in 8 dire wolves popping on me. Splat.
Got killed by Dawgs. Oops.
Though in hindsight I could have used shield to increase my ac to 20 on the first round, but didn't as I was still in pathfinder mindset (that you cannot take reactions(immediate actions) while flatfooted). I might have made it out if I did that, then disengaged and moved to a spot where the party could cape of the mointeback me out.
I think I did irritate the group because when it came to rez, I had to figure how much gp I had, and I was a lazy arse book keeper(it's been like 3 months since we last played) and usually I run off in a hurry because of I'm worried of missing the last train so I miss the gp and xp readout.
And they complained about my lack of ac. Look, I'm not even the front line and today really was a freak accident. I don't feel good wearing armor that I don't qualify(by str requirement) for, even though the only penalty you take is - 10 ft move speed.
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The forums were too quiet without you! *Nuzzles NH*
but..but...no nuzzles for Kjeldorn?
*A single tear runs down Kjeldorns cheek, as he picks up his bindle and walk toward the sunset with sad music playing in the background.*
Ahem. Don't slander my alignment. I am lawful neutral.
Yea! don't slander LNs! I'm one too!
Well at least until I yoyo to Chaotic Neutral...Or Cynical Realist...
Or Trollish Annoying...
In fact, now that I think about it, I don't really think the Alignment system encapsulates me very well.
Guess I'm a complicated character.
*shrugs*
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Also, I probably got a little impatient and threw caution to the winds. 5e magical traps are weird. You can't disable device a magical trap, but you know it's there. So at the end of the day it's a so what? You gotta do what you gotta do. And if everyone sits around doing nothing, nothing happens. (That also pops up when you're interested in the game finishing on time so that you can catch the last train home)
I do feel bad that I probably made it harder for the group, since if I had been around they'd have one more piece of info to solve the murder mystery with.
The incident in the room - a detect magic would have detected the trap, but again previous rooms explored, it was just things that have to be done in the room.
I was thinking that opening the book would trigger an NPC ghost to pop up to dialogue with(as per previous two rooms opened), but didn't expect the summoning trap.
Detect magic for 5E needs to be cast as a ritual(10 min casting time) for it to be free use.
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The forums were too quiet without you! *Nuzzles NH*but..but...no nuzzles for Kjeldorn?
*A single tear runs down Kjeldorns cheek, as he picks up his bindle and walk toward the sunset with sad music playing in the background.*
Ahem. Don't slander my alignment. I am lawful neutral.Yea! don't slander LNs! I'm one too!
Well at least until I yoyo to Chaotic Neutral...
Or Cynical Realist...
Or Trollish Annoying...
In fact, now that I think about it, I don't really think the Alignment system encapsulates me very well.
Guess I'm a complicated character.
*shrugs*
Well, you didn't say you were going missing for a while...
*nuzzles Kjeldorn belatedly*
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Are you sure that the sound card is dead? It could just as easily be the speakers. Put some earphones in the card's earphone socket, and see if they work.Also, my brother and I suspect the PCs sound card had gone kaput. It means I get to play path of exile without sound.
Does that make me one hearing impaired exile?
Problem is I do some off screen killing, so I can't hear items drop if I have no sound.
I don't know if I'll miss any boss power up cues, and fail to dodge the attack,which could splat me. We'll see.
I took out the earpiece from the socket to play directly from the laptop. No sound.
BTW I call the laptop a PC because it's always stationed in my house and we use it like it's a PC. For any confusion I may have caused.
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The forums were too quiet without you! *Nuzzles NH*but..but...no nuzzles for Kjeldorn?
*A single tear runs down Kjeldorns cheek, as he picks up his bindle and walk toward the sunset with sad music playing in the background.*
Ahem. Don't slander my alignment. I am lawful neutral.Yea! don't slander LNs! I'm one too!
Well at least until I yoyo to Chaotic Neutral...
Or Cynical Realist...
Or Trollish Annoying...
In fact, now that I think about it, I don't really think the Alignment system encapsulates me very well.
Guess I'm a complicated character.
*shrugs*Well, you didn't say you were going missing for a while...
*nuzzles Kjeldorn belatedly*
*Nuzzles Mort back, while binding her dire wolf inflicted wounds*
Can't disable magic traps you say? Hmmm not a wizard isn't there some kind of anti-magic-anti-glyph-anti-sigil magic?
May be get a minion/called creature/mind controlled slave to touch stuff for you first? Then again maybe not...my party used me like this a couple of times, but at least I volunteered...
Kitty amour though...I mostly make the stuff for my own bulky frame, but Yea I think I could do that. Would need your measurements to fit it properly though...
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Oh, and John -- Carnegie Mellon University has a HUGE computer science department. You should check the university's web site for openings. I'm betting they'll have something for "part time late night sysadmin" or something that would get you in the door to both a computer-related job AND eventually a job with good health benefits.
Good luck!
EDIT: From my experience, university jobs always boil down to "whom you know" rather than "what you know". And it's not just for academic positions. Typically, you take a wage-slave, part-time job just so they get to know your face. They hire "strangers" for those positions. Then, as full-time positions open up, their "official" position is that the opening is for the "best-qualified" person, but somehow that "best-qualified" person is ALWAYS one of their part-timers. So it's surviving for a year or two on part-time, no-benefit wages until they're convinced they like you and a position opens up. It's a waiting game. No more, no less.
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The forums were too quiet without you! *Nuzzles NH*but..but...no nuzzles for Kjeldorn?
*A single tear runs down Kjeldorns cheek, as he picks up his bindle and walk toward the sunset with sad music playing in the background.*
Ahem. Don't slander my alignment. I am lawful neutral.Yea! don't slander LNs! I'm one too!
Well at least until I yoyo to Chaotic Neutral...
Or Cynical Realist...
Or Trollish Annoying...
In fact, now that I think about it, I don't really think the Alignment system encapsulates me very well.
Guess I'm a complicated character.
*shrugs*Well, you didn't say you were going missing for a while...
*nuzzles Kjeldorn belatedly*
*Nuzzles Mort back, while binding her dire wolf inflicted wounds*
Can't disable magic traps you say? Hmmm not a wizard isn't there some kind of anti-magic-anti-glyph-anti-sigil magic?
May be get a minion/called creature/mind controlled slave to touch stuff for you first? Then again maybe not...my party used me like this a couple of times, but at least I volunteered...
Kitty amour though...I mostly make the stuff for my own bulky frame, but Yea I think I could do that. Would need your measurements to fit it properly though...
5e is a tad weird when it comes to traps. Apparently you're supposed to use dispel magic me thinks, but in 5e spell slots are a premium.(Applies to summons too=
The ranger used his animal companion and that made my ears flatten. Animal companions are your friends and not trap fodder!
I wear studded leather boarding, ok? But since I wasn't front lining and I was planning to sneak around so yep - no to heavy armor. Sneak what? When you rattle like a tin can...
Get a disadvantage on stealth checks, move at 20 ft if I were to wear heavy armor for +2 more ac. Excuse me, I'm an archer...
Now if I really set up to tank then I'd already have 18 ac at level 1.
I have 15 ac at level 5 and don't really care a hoot. I can't use a shield since I need a free hand to crossbow reload. So it'd be splint mail for 17 ac but I didn't want to sound like ironworks. I was considering rogue levels on this character so the sneaky is pretty important.
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*Man Hugs Kjel* Yeah, Kjel. Please stay.The forums were too quiet without you! *Nuzzles NH*but..but...no nuzzles for Kjeldorn?
*A single tear runs down Kjeldorns cheek, as he picks up his bindle and walk toward the sunset with sad music playing in the background.*
Ahem. Don't slander my alignment. I am lawful neutral.Yea! don't slander LNs! I'm one too!
Well at least until I yoyo to Chaotic Neutral...
Or Cynical Realist...
Or Trollish Annoying...
In fact, now that I think about it, I don't really think the Alignment system encapsulates me very well.
Guess I'm a complicated character.
*shrugs*Well, you didn't say you were going missing for a while...
*nuzzles Kjeldorn belatedly*
*Returns man hug*
As long as you guys are around, I'll keep the trips away as short as possible.
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Also, I probably got a little impatient and threw caution to the winds. 5e magical traps are weird. You can't disable device a magical trap, but you know it's there. So at the end of the day it's a so what? You gotta do what you gotta do. And if everyone sits around doing nothing, nothing happens. (That also pops up when you're interested in the game finishing on time so that you can catch the last train home)
I think it's weird that in 3.x and earlier editions, you usually need magic to interact with magic. Wall of force in the way? You need a caster to dispel it. Got a strange magical item? You need a caster to identify it. Someone's under some strange curse? You need a caster to remove it.
Except for magical traps and rogues. Because all manner of odd magical traps are such a mainstay of traditional D&D dungeon-diving, and because rogues are the essentially the dungeon-diver class, rogues have the unusual ability to interact with magic[al traps]. The fighter can't shatter the wall of force, no matter how epically strong he is, no character can just fiddle around with that strange necklace to figure out what it does no matter how smart she is, and no character can work themselves out of a minor curse no matter how strong-willed they are. But a magical trap? Yeah, the 1st level rogue can handle that...somehow. It's just odd is all.
Anyhow, I'm totally with you on risk-taking. I am totally that player who will pick up that sigiled book, when nobody else can decide what to do. Especially in 4e, cause 4e is more geared toward risk-taking -- more HP at low levels, and virtually no insta-gib effects.
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I don't play Hearthstone, but for those that do: 20 Newly Revealed Cards from Witchwood Expansion
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It used to be that I could tell my body when to wake up, and I would wake up within 3 minutes of the appointed time. The years have weakened this ability somewhat, but I wanted to wake up at 1:45 am and my body woke me up at 1:30 am. Nice job, body! I showered, dressed, had my coffee, loaded the now-amazingly-reeking SUV with our stuff, woke Impus Major, kissed NobodysWife goodbye, and we were off by 2:25 am, arriving at the high school at 2:30 am.
To my surprise, there were a fair number of students already there; in previous years 2:45 am had been about the earliest the kids would arrive. So we went through the usual rigamorole: Checking in our students, getting my girls (I have to admit I was disappointed in getting a new group, instead of Team "Put a Shirt On" from last year), loading up, etc. As soon as one of the girls smelled the van, she immediately said it smelled like weed. Everything immediately became clear: The previous renters had done some serious toking up in the SUV, and the cleaners, not wanting to pay for professional cleaning, had just added a bunch of bubble-gum-scented air freshener. The SUV was a sickening combination of weed and bubble gum. I immediately dubbed it "The Bubbleweed Machine", and my girls were "Team Bubbleweed". They LOVED it. But they DID keep the windows rolled down for the entire trip.
It does say something that your passengers would rather have the windows rolled down at 4:00 in the morning on Highway 5 than smell your car. Yep. It was pretty bad.
The drive down was uneventful but awesome. Unlike last year, all of the girls were awake and chatty the whole way. Even better, several of them were from treble chamber (one of the audition-only groups) and put on a bunch of Panic at the Disco, including their not-terrible remake of Bohemian Rhapsody, and belted it out along with them. Yeah, driving a minivan down I-5 with five well-trained young women singing along to their favorite songs? That's just awesomeness. Favorite moment: Ms. S forgot to pack snacks for the car, so I had to stop at a mini-mart so they could get some food. Z asked whether she could get a Slurpee. I said, "Sure, why not?"
The girls were utterly delighted to have a 5:00 am Slurpee, and when E1 tried to take a sip, Z snapped, "Don't touch my Slushee!", which became the phrase of the morning. So yeah, the drive down felt MUCH shorter than last year, because the girls were much more engaged in entertaining themselves, and that kept me entertained as well.
At the first school, we similarly avoided any of last year's pitfalls. We got there 45 minutes early, the girls hung out with me, we found the class, and they just sat down and entertained themselves while I intercepted the buses. The difference in quality between our choirs and the host school's was palpable, but one of their guys explained that they all ended up in choir because the electives they wanted (like shop) were full, and choir was the "catch-all" if they couldn't get any other class. Considering they were the "rejects" and our group is an uber-competitive, "OMG, I can't believe you got into choir!", they were amazingly good. Their director really impresses me. Unfortunately, during the visit one of our girls said she wasn't feeling well and sat out the whole performance. Impus Major had to sit out, too, because he'd packed his shirt in his suitcase under the bus instead of taking it onto the bus as instructed, but that's neither here nor there. After the performance, Ms. S checked in on Sick Girl (SG) and she was even worse, and felt that she just needed to go home. Evaluating her condition, Ms. S concurred and asked me to take her to the airport. My girls were disappointed at being booted from the Bubbleweed Machine, but I had my duty to do. The choir director said that the airport was only 20 minutes away, but "really expensive", and I arrogantly didn't worry about it. ("Really expensive" anywhere else tends to be, "Yeah, I expected to pay that" in the Bay Area.)
As we drove to the municipal airport, SG admitted that she'd felt too sick to go both yesterday and this morning, but her dad (who apparently never gets sick) forced her to go. So yeah, you know how I feel about "tough it out" parents, so my paladin hackles were already rising. We got to the municipal "airport" and it was a dirt field with private flight training. *SIGH*. Off to Bakersfield International. SG started panicking about all the trouble she was causing, and I reassured her that the entire reason I was on the trip was for exactly such "emergencies", and she shouldn't worry on my account. She said she was more worried about her dad. Oh, little did I know...
We got to Bakersfield "International", which I object to. If you have two entire counters in your whole airport, you really shouldn't be going around calling yourself an "international" airport. Their quartet of daily flights were San Francisco at 6:10 am, then Phoenix (twice) and Denver. "International"? My eye! So I asked about a Bakersfield-Phoenix-S.F. route and they wanted $700 for a 6-hour trip. Nope. With no reasonable flights, we headed for L.A. On the way, I communicated the situation with Ms. S as SG called her dad. Who got so upset with her for trying to come home that he yelled at her, hung up on her, and refused to answer the phone for the rest of the day. And yelled at Ms. S and told HER to stop bothering him as well, and that he wouldn't pay for her ticket, and wouldn't pick her up at the airport, and he was done with us.
Full paladin mode.
And SG sensed it, too. I have no idea what kind of "aura" I emit, but once I'm in that zone those I am protecting somehow know it. Sick girl heard my tone in my last call to Ms. S and just contentedly curled up asleep. She knew that I was going to get her someplace safe, and just accepted it. It's really kind of scary when I get into that "zone". Had Dad been there, I'd probably be in jail this week. But he wasn't, so I just had to get her safe. (OK. I admit it. She heard the phone calls of, "I don't give a rat's <expletive> whether or not I'm getting reimbursed for the tickets! Let's get her home and safe first, then worry about who's paying," plus, "If she needs a bed, she can have mine and I'll sleep on the floor. I've had worse," so maybe, just maybe, she knew I was a little pissed.)
So, long story short, SG's mother was divorced from Dad (knock me over with a feather) and she agreed to be there for her daughter whenever she needed it. Grandma (Dad's mother) agreed to pay for the tickets. Apparently Dad is a well-known loser. But, he has all his bones intact, so that's a plus for him. I went to the airport (John Wayne), but we couldn't get a flight before 8:00 pm, so I took her back to our hotel. The clerk found one of our rooms that was ready, and I got her settled in. Once the buses and the rest of the chaperones arrived, it was off to Costco for 30 pizzas and a bunch of other stuff, completely filling the Bubbleweed Machine. Dropped off the food, picked up SG, and got her to the airport.
She was terrified. She had been on a grand total of 3 flights in her life, all heavily doped up on dramamine. So I went with her to security. The security person was wonderful (a reason I always use John Wayne) and told me that if I needed to be with her, I could get a gate pass from the front desk and go on in. Hmm... steel-toed boots. Steel-reinforced belt. Lots and lots of steel. (Yeah, I'm a serious chaperone.) I declined the kind offer but made SG promise me that she'd call from the gate and call me if anything went wrong and I would drop whatever I was doing and come get her. So we made sure she had money, she got through security, got lost and called me and I walked her through getting help from a security guard (I really DO like John Wayne security), she bought some dramamine, and settled in. Of COURSE the plane had to be late, so she called me, worried about that, and I talked her through it again. She finally got on the plane. I headed out. A few hours later, I got a really sweet text that she was safe with her mother and would be staying there for the weekend. Thank goodness. Too bad I can't call CPS on her dad. Jerk.
So, back to the hotel just in time to do the chaperone meeting, then patrol the halls 'til lights out.
And the kids were wonderful. Not a peep after 10:00 pm. Not a single disciplinary issue. No lost kids.
After 14 hours of driving in a single day, I really appreciated the choir kids at that moment...
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@TS:
Funnily enough I sometimes let casters disarm magical traps, especially if there no dedicated "Trapfinder" in the party.
I usually run it something like this:
1. Someone spots (ie spot or knowledge check) the usual glyphs/sigils/the like that could denote a magical trap.
2. A caster either casts Read Magic or Detect magic and studies the "trap" for 3 rounds then roll a Spellcraft or Knowledge (Arcana)check respectively to identify the trap -> succes: I tell them the school, spell level, caster level and (if the check is high enough) the exact spell in question.
3. They can then try and dispel the trap with either:
A - A targeted dispel magic spell (the usual rules).
C - By burning spell slots equal to the spell level of the "trap spell" +1, they get to make a dispel check as per A.
But yea, I'm usually the curious cat who pokes and prods all the obvious stuff that might be trapped. I mean unless its obviously dangerous!
Rogues being the only ones to be able to "touch" magic to manipulate it...Yea it seem one of those things that makes sense mechanically/balance-wise, but not as much sense internally/intuitively/lore-wise.
@Mort:
Uhhh...cross-bow kitty! Kjeldorn approves!
But Rogue?!...Mmmm...Kjeldorn approves of that less. Though he can understand the need for a more sneaky aspect of oneself. A shame your party already have the ranger slot filled ^^'.
*Dusts off his old Phantom Burgler disguise*
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Tonight marks the end of my third week in hospital. Tomorrow will be another lung test, and if my docs like what they see I will finally be going home...!
Lung test came back at my baseline!!! Haven't gotten official word from my docs, but I fully expect to be discharged today...unless some cruel god interferes, of course. Still have to wait on the hospital bureaucracy though, so it'll probably be a few hours...
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*Polishes official paladin badge before pinning it on NH, and gives him a thumbs-up salute*
The world need good dads, so keep on being a sterling example of one!
Must say that I'm more of a Electric Six fan for Road-trip sing-alongs :P
*Hums Danger! High Voltage*
Getting another one of those headaches. :(
Pressure headache again?
*offers beverage of choice*
Wish I could help out John :(
Lung test came back at my baseline!!! Haven't gotten official word from my docs, but I fully expect to be discharged today...unless some cruel god interferes, of course. Still have to wait on the hospital bureaucracy though, so it'll probably be a few hours...
*Offers up a glass of Rum to appease the gods of bureaucracy to let the paperwork flow smoothly and for any administration to get it right one the first try*