So far, the new venue for the second two days of the Gaming Weekend is proving to be quite nice indeed. It is much cooler and about a million times quieter. The kitchen is a real kitchen, and there is a lot more room.
As I mentioned previously, it belongs to a troop of cookie-selling, uniform-wearing female children. They tend to reward their members with little patches.
Sigyn is enthralled.
Perhaps I should consider some similar idea for my army of minions. Garner me a thousand dollars, earn a badge. Infiltrate a branch of the Midgardian government, earn a badge. Recruit some new minions, earn a badge. It’s worth thinking about…
Sigyn is intrigued by this tasteful portrait of a pretty young woman.
No doubt the organization wishes all of its members to be just as genteel and cultured. Except, she apparently grew up into this:
Great Frigga’s Corset! What a stern-looking woman! She has the air of One Who Can Get Things Done. Perhaps I should investigate further…
There is a stash of old magazines in a bookcase.
It’s all full of Helpful Advice and Good Ideas.
Or maybe not…
The decor in this place is eclectic, to say the least. Sigyn has discovered a pair of rideable bookend beasts in her favorite color.
And she’s trying to give me heart palpitations by pretending to being eaten by this lion.
Usually I am swift to leap to her defense, but I can tell this vicious attack is not in earnest because a) the lion is smiling and b) I can hear my sweetie giggle. But I will play along. Unhand my beloved, you cheddar-hued feline or I will strike you where you stand!
Some creative soul has decorated the baseboard in this corner.
No, Sigyn, don’t go in there. You don’t know where that hole may lead!
There is also a collection of interesting cushions.
Sigyn is good at following orders.
Why does this giraffe have piano keys between its legs?
This lion looks very self-satisfied, as if it has eaten something delicious. It may well have. After all, it is stuffed. (Badum tss!)
Sigyn says this pillow means “take a nap.”
No, Sigyn. I don’t care if it looks comfy. Yes, I know we stayed up late last night playing games and eating cookies. All right, all right. You can curl up and take a nap. I’m going to go back to the stack of old magazines and see if there are any usable hints for assembling and directing my army of chaos. I’ll wake you when it’s time to go home.