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A Hero at a Thousand Paces
Jun. 15th, 2009 01:51 pmSerenity LRP event V was this weekend! Had fun; got involved; spoke to people; didn't get shot.
Successfully convinced at least six people that I was actually from North America, which is my general win condition for these things; one of them even went so far as to say they were jealous that I didn't have to bother putting on an accent. I think it's more because I never dropped out of it than for any particular reasons of quality, but I suppose I get points for being able to switch into an accent on that sort of not-having-to-think-about-it level. It's the product of a youth mis-spent watching - and re-enacting - far too much American TV.
(I don't think I'd be able to describe it in terms of a conscious process. Internally I tend to think of it as pulling my voice towards the back of my tongue instead of using the tip, and once it's there it kind of stays there. Australian, on the other hand, is somewhere in the middle.)
I also had a v neat bit of personal plot, involving something from my character's past which came back to bite him in the ass. It was slightly awkward in that I had no way of recognising the character I was dealing with until she "reminded" me (Not that I'd forgotten as such - I'd made no mention of any particular characters in the background), but it worked pretty well in a "Street Fighter: The Movie" kind of way[1] - the lady in question had clearly kept Lee Shaw foremost in his thoughts in the intervening years, and considered me her archnemesis or something, and was totally crestfallen when she realised I had no idea who she was. It was a lot of fun, and I got to use my Disarm skill, and got guns pointed at me. Then![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
diegoliger got to sermonise at us. Much fun was had by all :)
[1] "For you, the day Bison graced your village was the most important day of your life. But for me... it was Tuesday."
Successfully convinced at least six people that I was actually from North America, which is my general win condition for these things; one of them even went so far as to say they were jealous that I didn't have to bother putting on an accent. I think it's more because I never dropped out of it than for any particular reasons of quality, but I suppose I get points for being able to switch into an accent on that sort of not-having-to-think-about-it level. It's the product of a youth mis-spent watching - and re-enacting - far too much American TV.
(I don't think I'd be able to describe it in terms of a conscious process. Internally I tend to think of it as pulling my voice towards the back of my tongue instead of using the tip, and once it's there it kind of stays there. Australian, on the other hand, is somewhere in the middle.)
I also had a v neat bit of personal plot, involving something from my character's past which came back to bite him in the ass. It was slightly awkward in that I had no way of recognising the character I was dealing with until she "reminded" me (Not that I'd forgotten as such - I'd made no mention of any particular characters in the background), but it worked pretty well in a "Street Fighter: The Movie" kind of way[1] - the lady in question had clearly kept Lee Shaw foremost in his thoughts in the intervening years, and considered me her archnemesis or something, and was totally crestfallen when she realised I had no idea who she was. It was a lot of fun, and I got to use my Disarm skill, and got guns pointed at me. Then
diegoliger got to sermonise at us. Much fun was had by all :)[1] "For you, the day Bison graced your village was the most important day of your life. But for me... it was Tuesday."
