Comedy Caplets, C.O.D.

Days Walking - 70

I wasn’t gonna talk about this, but not a lot happened today… Adrian, Kwame, Church and I are big dorks, you see. Keep in mind there aint no entertainment out here.

We’ve been playing a pen-and-paper RPG (role playing game) that Adrian and Kwame dreamed up. It’s based on Harry Potter, and I hate to admit two geekisms in one paragraph, but I enjoyed reading the Harry Potter books, and I’m enjoying the RPG.

Adrian is the game master, and the rest of us are players. Our characters are students attending Hogwarts, though Harry and the other familiar peeps are not hanging around -

Our era is before Harry was born, the time when He Who Must Not Be Named is still active, free in the world and causing mayhem. It’s a chaotic time, and it’s interesting to play the game, it’s like getting a glimpse into unwritten prequels.

My character is a First Year student, named Charlotte Gottingworth, and the Sorting Hat put her in Hufflepuff. I was really rooting for Slytherin, but nooo. Right now Mrs. McGonagall (a teacher at the school, for those who don’t know) is really getting on my case, and she needs to step back off my grill.

Robin - Hee hee! If only we had the good drama going on, I tell ya. Apparently, Jake is not without skills in the sack (it’s all that anger) and if our group wasn’t so male-heavy, he probably would have seduced more than one of us.

If only we had the good drama. Then I wouldn’t have to write about Harry Potter. Isn’t a new book coming out in June or July?

Kato - Great comment/scene! How do you do it, how are you so consistently funny? I mean sure, I can quip like one good line every couple of days, but every day? No way. Can your pal Paul A. Davis hook me up with some comedy caplets?

The gaming is a nice diversion, Adrian is a good GM, hard but fair, and he can do good voices when he does other characters. It’s a welcome escape from the stark world of hiking and arctic survival.

The trees are a very welcome addition to the landscape. They scrape the sky with their boughs, and you can no longer stare blankly at the uninterrupted horizon. Their abrupt, soft-edged dark silhouettes now break, with sun-grasping fingers, the bleak expanses of nothing.

Where there are trees there may be squirrels, and birds, and shelter and shade and solace in this place struggling to shrug off a cold indifferent Spring and welcome the sun.

Litany Webb, signing off

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