Went to the Moots last weekend. Thank the Gods that the weather greatly improved, I really was not looking forward to the event with all the rain in the days before. Still I nearly succeeded in getting sunburn so it was good.

There was lots of plot this time, even for me, which was frightening and a bit hard. I usually get a 'oh-my-god-they-want-me-to-act-what-if-I-mess-up' kind of feeling when there's plot that affects my character. This time I had that feeling again but I also had the feeling that it was out of my hands or control. It was initiated by a quest that I missed, done on the last Moots (or was it Summoning?). It was about our background story (ancestors and stuff) that I hadn't memorized and did not seem to contain much hints as to how to handle it all. Having not felt the threat during the quest and not having any clue about the Big Badguy, I felt quite useless and not really 'into it'.

Still, the weather was good and the cooking was nice. (Though I did lots of dishes too and got a bit tired of them in the end) We had a nice end bash on Sunday and I did lots of healing, mostly on Grot Hagedis who had a bit of a beef with the Snake totem and got poisoned quite some times. During the end bash I suddenly seemed to be the target for the monsters. At least two of them went straight for me. One I managed to outrun while he was being harassed by other players. The other just seemed to materialize right in front of me and threw himself at me, throwing me on the ground. With only one hitpoint on torso I was already down but he flung himself onto me and kept stabbing me with his two daggers. Fortunately there were people there to get him off of my motionless form and to patch me up again. I later heard that even Mottul (Matthijs' character) had bashed in the guys head with his own hammer (after he was already dead).

The oops was an oops by Matthijs while packing on Sunday. When I had lugged the tent and the upgrade to the car he was no where to be seen. We probably just missed each other by taking a different route. So I called him to ask him where he was and a sad voice on the line said "I did something stupid". Turned out that he had left the keys in the car and then locked it. Oops.

Normally I'm quite a hothead. Matthijs had already prepared for a verbal cannonade but I amazed both of us by just laughing about it. I called Route Mobiel, explained the situation and within half an hour someone was there to help us. He did scare me by driving a tow truck; I immediately thought that he had got the message wrong and was going to tow our truck back to Enschede or something. Of course it was just his work-car, no big deal.

He unloaded some tools and started to work on the front passenger seat side of the car. However, there was nothing for the hook to grasp on to unlock the car. For some cars it works to use the door handle from the inside but on our Kia it does not. Fortunately I 'remembered' our little hatchback-lever next to the drivers seat. He could get a grasp on that so I crawled through the opened hatchback to the front to get the keys. Problem solved. The man said it would not cost me anything because you get three free services a year when you're a client of Route Mobiel. In the end it didn't cost us time: we were still getting all our stuff to the car while 'waiting'.

This morning I went to the dentist to get a little hole in a tooth filled. Turned out that there is another one appearing between two molars. It should be ok when I keep on using a tooth pick once a day. Let's hope so. The filling of the hole was no big deal. No pain, just two people stuffing things in your mouth and a bit of tenderness with the actual 'drilling'.

On my way back home I found a blackbird on the side of the road. It was still alive but had probably been hit by a car. I picked it up and called the animal ambulance. Unfortunately a bird is a fragile thing, not up to shocking experiences, and the little thing died in my hands before the ambulance could arrive. It just.. went limp. The chest deflated and did not inflate again, the little head sagged and the leg twitched one more time. I called off the ambulance and cried. I know the bird would probably have died even if there had been medical care, but it's just so sad to have something die on you. I put it under a tree between some rhododendrons. I know it may be found by cats but I just could not throw it in a garbage can and I had no tools for digging a grave.

After that sad story I'll conclude by saying that I'm looking forward to Damada this weekend. The weather forecast for Le Mans promises much sun and warmth. Yay!