Sometimes when you LARP, it's hard to get into your character's head space. Maybe OOC concerns are nagging at the edge of your mind, maybe you're tired and your heart's just not in it, or maybe the game that given night is just plain slow. But then, every once in a while there comes a game when you are so in-character that it hits you on an emotional level, and even though you, the player, are delighted on the inside because of how awesome the scene is, you're bawling so hard you can't stop.

This weekend's KC game's was one of those amazing, serendipidous games. It was so good that it hurt. Literally. I spent the majority of the evening with that "I'm not going to cry" burn in the back of my throat, and by the end of the game, my whole heart hurt. It was wonderful!

The night couldn't have been more dramatic. When Vatusia led the blinded Manahem into the room, conversation stopped dead, and even though I was expecting it OOC, I still froze in mid-sentence. It took me well over a minute to be able to form anything coherent, and even longer before I could explain what was going on to the newly Reckoned Fallen that Mahalia had been speaking with. The rest of the night continued on in much the same vein, with Mahalia trying to deal with her usual rounds of crisis-control, all while worrying about if her friends would still be alive tomorrow. (Actually, that sounds like the majority of her life...)

There will be a lot of fall-out from these recent events, both on a personal and a political level. The White Court has already seen a fairly major restructuring, and I don't think Vatusia's ever going to be quite the same after what happened, which will only break poor Mahalia's heart. Heh. I for one love it!