Furnace XIX

Once again it was touch and go whether I would make it to Furnace. Two weeks earlier I'd picked up a very nasty cold, and then on the Monday before I had covid and flu vaccines which knocked me out for a couple of days. But by Friday morning I was feeling well enough to make the drive.

In theory it takes a little over two hours to drive to the Garrison. In practice it seems to be getting longer and longer. This time I allowed three hours to get me there by 6pm as planned and still ended up arriving half an hour late. Fortunately dinner was booked for quite a bit later than that. A group of seven of us went out to a nearby Italian restaurant for a bit of pre-convention socialising. By the time we got back it was 11pm and we pretty much all went straight to bed.

Saturday began with breakfast at the Garrison, and then a trip to the car to retrieve the bring and buy bag which I'd been too tired to bring in the night before. Games are heavy. I had a quick browse of other people's books and then headed to the cells for my first game.

Game 1: Star Trek Adventures

Lower Decks is amongst my favourite Star Trek, so seeing a STA game in that setting, I had to sign up. I quickly found the character based on D'Vana Tendi and claimed her as my own. Along with Marcus (engineering), Jack (medical) and Seleya (command) we began our mission: to make sure the group of diplomats visiting the ship were not alerted to any of the usual nonsense that goes on in Lower Decks.

I began by making some adjustments to the alarm system, so that in the event that an alarm went off, instead of the klaxon there would be a sudden burst of Orien space shanties. Which didn't quite happen, as I'd got the wrong data chip and when something strange happened with the transporters, we got a sudden burst of Klingon acid punk. Seleya demonstrated great diplomatic ability by convincing the diplomats that it was in fact a welcoming fanfare.

Then of course we had to find the surprise tagalongs from the transporter, involving the traditional crawl through the Jeffries tubes, an attempt to communicate with a Tamarian, and creative use of the transporter beam. I could picture every scene. Wonderful stuff.

Game 2: Liminal

After a number of attempts to get to play the scenario The Edge of Reality, I finally got lucky here (or rather used my GM pick to get in.) I picked up a rather dubious antiques dealer/werewolf and we got to work looking into a mysterious death accompanied by some suspiciously helpful horoscopes. The scenario involved a little more sci-fi than the average game of Liminal, and was a thoroughly good time.

Then it was down to the bar for dinner. The hotel had utterly confused us by actually changing the menu for the first time in years. I went for the confit chicken breast with chorizo, potatoes, wilted spinach and saffron mayonnaise, and was rather impressed. Having eaten everything to my taste on the previous menu a number of times before, it was great to have something new.

Game 3: Liminal

I was in the GM seat for the evening game, running my newest Liminal scenario, Blood, Sweat and Tears. This one started out as part of a campaign I ran, and didn't go too well as I wrote it for a crew with a necromancer and then the necromancer's player was ill and couldn't make it. I've now substantially reworked it (to the point where events happen in almost reverse order) and it now runs a lot smoother and is no longer necromancer dependent. I'd run the new version twice before, and now had it polished into a version that's close to being publishable.

One fun part of running this one is that it's set in a very small area and incorporates significant amounts of local history. To the point where I could tell the players to feel free to google any named locations - anything they found was most likely true.

I also came up with a new set of pre-gens for this one - a touring band who alternate playing gigs and solving mysteries. The players did a great job embracing the unusual crew, and by 11pm the mystery was solved and they were ready to get to the next gig.

Game 4: Cthulhu Dark

Sunday morning I was GMing again, this time with my newest Jamesian horror scenario, The Temple of Artemis. Originally written for a game season on the Raspy Raven discord, this one had also had two previous runs and is coming close to its final form. Which meant I was scribbling notes on my notes as we went, and the whole thing needs a thorough rewrite to match the game I actually run.

Once again the players did a great job embodying the characters as Miss Williams took them to visit the creepy old mansion she'd just inherited and unsurprisingly discovered supernatural goings on in between some very substantial Edwardian meals. All survived with their minds intact, although it was a close thing, particularly for Miss Renfrew, and they all had to play a lot of golf to recover their nerves.

I didn't have a game booked for slot 5, having been unlucky in the raffle, and while I did offer to run a game for gameless people, not enough were interested to make it viable. And in any case, I was still pretty tired. So I stuck around for the raffle, just in case I won anything (I didn't) and then headed home.

Another lovely weekend at the Garrison. Here's hoping none of us caught covid this time!