RPG from Hell
Mar. 30th, 2002 11:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebratqueenOkay, I know I promised snippets from the RPG from Hell this weekend. Boy I should do my research before I promise these things ;)
Here's the sitch - basically the bulk of the RPG from Hell is in email and I forgot the one file that I kept where I threaded the emails together is over 800 pages long. No way am I posting all of that - especially when that's just the stuff I threaded! I can't even remember how many months ago I stopped threading things and just tossed them into saved folders in my email. Have I mentioned I wish in 20/20 hindsight that we did this through Yahoogroups? In 20/20 hindsight I wish we'd done this through Yahoogroups.
Anyway - what I've decided to do then is just post little bits from the letters that are interesting. I'll spare you the pages and pages of stuff that's just the guys talking. I mean it's fun and all - that's why we did it - but it's a lot. So as far as email goes I'll try to keep this to the highlights.
Case in point, here's an email snippet from Angel to Spike (Spike's the one being quoted). Angel's telling Spike about when Wes came to Los Angeles and caught Angel's interest. Enjoy.
: : Tell me about it. One minute he's the annoying guy in Sunnydale that
: : Buffy can't stand, next minute he's wearing leather with a crossbow to
: : my chest and I'm thinking... not bad.
:
: I can see that. I did see the leather. Kind of sorry I missed the
: crossbow. Danger does add a spice.
Funny thing is I had no fucking idea he knew how to *use* it. "Pointy end
goes that way" - yeah, but I knocked it out of his hands easily enough. I
think he was just surprised as shit to see *me* of all people. Wasn't
until much later I find out he's got a sight like a damned eagle.
Could've nailed me - you know what I mean - from two rooms over if he
wanted to.
: : Should've fucking seen him when he started working for me. If Cordy
: : hadn't been in the room I might have taken him right there.
:
: Maybe you should have. Would have been an education for the both of
: them.
Nah. Wouldn't do that to Cordy.
: : Well... Cordy and the whole curse thing. One rare thing to actually
: : thank Darla for. But yeah, when Wes started out he was... real
: : tempting. Wanna hear about it?
:
: Absolutely. What's one more cold shower?
Ok, get this. And don't you *dare* fucking tell him I told you. But
there he is, helping me with a case, persistant as all Hell 'cause it's
*his* demon he's hunting (there's a long story here, I'll spare ya).
Short of it is that I really didn't want somebody new hanging around but
damn if I just can't help it. I mean he's kinda cute, there's that accent
thing - have I mentioned the lips?
Plus he's just been kicked in the groin, you know? Watcher's Council rode
him hard, fuck knows what his family put him through when they heard the
news, he's hanging out here in the good ol' U.S. of A instead of figuring
a way home - it's not good.
Yeah, I know, ok. You're seeing this from a fucking mile away - I'm
falling for him and I don't even know it yet. How the hell was I
*supposed* to know? I was still too busy trying to figure out Buffy. I'm
supposed to notice that I can't stop thinking about Wes? Figured I was
just brooding over his general well-being, same as Cordy. I just lost the
*last* guy who had Wes's job - seemed like a good idea *to* worry about
him.
'course the better thing would have probably been not to *give* him the
job, given what happened with Doyle, but again - here's me unaware that
I'm falling for him.
Anyway - case is over, good guys won (or as much as we ever do), and Wes
is packing up his stuff, ready to hit the road, feeling, you can tell,
like ten kinds of shit about it. So I tell him to stay. He's got this
look of gratitude in his eyes that just fucking *floors* me. Like who
knew I could make him feel like that? Just by asking him to hang around?
Damn near kissed him just for that. Didn't. Figured I'd lost my fucking
mind. Told him no biggie and hey let's all sit down to breakfast.
Then get this. He's working for me now. Meaning I'm giving him a
paycheck. He starts - and to this *day* I still don't know what he was
thinking - ... Hell, not even sure how to put it.
Ok. Picture this. You've fucked him already. You had him panting and
saying your name. You *know* how hot that is. Now get this mental image -
"Yes, sir, Angel." "As you wish, Angel." "I am your faithful servant,
Angel." To my *face* he's saying this.
And I'm thinking - ok, first off, thinking is getting *real* hard, as are
other parts of me. But I'm thinking if he keeps this up it's gonna get
real difficult keeping my hands off him and the curse in line. And like I
said - I don't even know *why* he did it, just that he's following me
around and calling me boss and saying he'll do anything I tell him to.
But he kept doing that for a while there, and Cordy damn near got a lesson
in what I look like if you get me hot and bothered enough.
'course the fucking Hell of it is he had *no* idea. I mean after a while
I figure - ok, he's into guys, he's jerking my chain a little, maybe even
a flirting thing with no intentions of a followup. But nope. He had no
clue. He was just doing it for whatever reason he's doing it, and I spend a
year doing cold showers and exploring whether or not I can get rid of the
curse at my own hand.
Imagine the kind of shit *I* felt when I find out later he didn't even
know he was into guys. Good thing for a little willpower. Horny,
damn-near Angelus ain't exactly the way to find that out. Not for Wes,
anyway.
Here's the sitch - basically the bulk of the RPG from Hell is in email and I forgot the one file that I kept where I threaded the emails together is over 800 pages long. No way am I posting all of that - especially when that's just the stuff I threaded! I can't even remember how many months ago I stopped threading things and just tossed them into saved folders in my email. Have I mentioned I wish in 20/20 hindsight that we did this through Yahoogroups? In 20/20 hindsight I wish we'd done this through Yahoogroups.
Anyway - what I've decided to do then is just post little bits from the letters that are interesting. I'll spare you the pages and pages of stuff that's just the guys talking. I mean it's fun and all - that's why we did it - but it's a lot. So as far as email goes I'll try to keep this to the highlights.
Case in point, here's an email snippet from Angel to Spike (Spike's the one being quoted). Angel's telling Spike about when Wes came to Los Angeles and caught Angel's interest. Enjoy.
: : Tell me about it. One minute he's the annoying guy in Sunnydale that
: : Buffy can't stand, next minute he's wearing leather with a crossbow to
: : my chest and I'm thinking... not bad.
:
: I can see that. I did see the leather. Kind of sorry I missed the
: crossbow. Danger does add a spice.
Funny thing is I had no fucking idea he knew how to *use* it. "Pointy end
goes that way" - yeah, but I knocked it out of his hands easily enough. I
think he was just surprised as shit to see *me* of all people. Wasn't
until much later I find out he's got a sight like a damned eagle.
Could've nailed me - you know what I mean - from two rooms over if he
wanted to.
: : Should've fucking seen him when he started working for me. If Cordy
: : hadn't been in the room I might have taken him right there.
:
: Maybe you should have. Would have been an education for the both of
: them.
Nah. Wouldn't do that to Cordy.
: : Well... Cordy and the whole curse thing. One rare thing to actually
: : thank Darla for. But yeah, when Wes started out he was... real
: : tempting. Wanna hear about it?
:
: Absolutely. What's one more cold shower?
Ok, get this. And don't you *dare* fucking tell him I told you. But
there he is, helping me with a case, persistant as all Hell 'cause it's
*his* demon he's hunting (there's a long story here, I'll spare ya).
Short of it is that I really didn't want somebody new hanging around but
damn if I just can't help it. I mean he's kinda cute, there's that accent
thing - have I mentioned the lips?
Plus he's just been kicked in the groin, you know? Watcher's Council rode
him hard, fuck knows what his family put him through when they heard the
news, he's hanging out here in the good ol' U.S. of A instead of figuring
a way home - it's not good.
Yeah, I know, ok. You're seeing this from a fucking mile away - I'm
falling for him and I don't even know it yet. How the hell was I
*supposed* to know? I was still too busy trying to figure out Buffy. I'm
supposed to notice that I can't stop thinking about Wes? Figured I was
just brooding over his general well-being, same as Cordy. I just lost the
*last* guy who had Wes's job - seemed like a good idea *to* worry about
him.
'course the better thing would have probably been not to *give* him the
job, given what happened with Doyle, but again - here's me unaware that
I'm falling for him.
Anyway - case is over, good guys won (or as much as we ever do), and Wes
is packing up his stuff, ready to hit the road, feeling, you can tell,
like ten kinds of shit about it. So I tell him to stay. He's got this
look of gratitude in his eyes that just fucking *floors* me. Like who
knew I could make him feel like that? Just by asking him to hang around?
Damn near kissed him just for that. Didn't. Figured I'd lost my fucking
mind. Told him no biggie and hey let's all sit down to breakfast.
Then get this. He's working for me now. Meaning I'm giving him a
paycheck. He starts - and to this *day* I still don't know what he was
thinking - ... Hell, not even sure how to put it.
Ok. Picture this. You've fucked him already. You had him panting and
saying your name. You *know* how hot that is. Now get this mental image -
"Yes, sir, Angel." "As you wish, Angel." "I am your faithful servant,
Angel." To my *face* he's saying this.
And I'm thinking - ok, first off, thinking is getting *real* hard, as are
other parts of me. But I'm thinking if he keeps this up it's gonna get
real difficult keeping my hands off him and the curse in line. And like I
said - I don't even know *why* he did it, just that he's following me
around and calling me boss and saying he'll do anything I tell him to.
But he kept doing that for a while there, and Cordy damn near got a lesson
in what I look like if you get me hot and bothered enough.
'course the fucking Hell of it is he had *no* idea. I mean after a while
I figure - ok, he's into guys, he's jerking my chain a little, maybe even
a flirting thing with no intentions of a followup. But nope. He had no
clue. He was just doing it for whatever reason he's doing it, and I spend a
year doing cold showers and exploring whether or not I can get rid of the
curse at my own hand.
Imagine the kind of shit *I* felt when I find out later he didn't even
know he was into guys. Good thing for a little willpower. Horny,
damn-near Angelus ain't exactly the way to find that out. Not for Wes,
anyway.
