Quarterstaff.
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Revision as of 07:16, 23 January 2023
Status: LARP costume: skirt, thong, and bustier
Sword and shield is always a good pick and you decide to put them in the trunk of your car just in case. But today, you want the quarterstaff. It's still likely to be hot even in the mountains and lugging around that shield sounds awful. Plus, you can use the quarterstaff as a walking stick. You carry the weapons, your purse, and your phone out the car and load up. It'll take an hour to get to the meadow where the game is held.
The drive out of the city is pleasant enough, but your small compact car's AC struggles mightily against the heat and you're slowly getting drenched in sweat. Finally, you give up and roll down the windows as you turn off the main highway and head deeper into the foothills. The warm air is cooling you notice. This is going to work. Soon, you're nearing the parking area. You pull of the road and into a dirt lot, there are maybe 20-ish cars already parked. You frown slightly, usually there are almost a hundred cars here. The heat must be keeping people away.
You park near the sign-in tent and get out of the car. You stretch with your arms raised high above your head, your bustier riding up. You glance around, there are a few guys and one other girl at their cars and getting their stuff ready. You're pretty sure at least two of the guys are checking you out. You walk around your car and lean into the passenger window to lock your purse and phone in the glovebox. You smile to yourself, knowing that if they really were watching you, they'd have seen a hint of your butt as you bent over.
You fetch your staff, lock your car, and put the key in a pouch on your waist. Time to check in at the tent. You head that way and are met by a guy in the simple brown robe of a monk. He's sitting at a table with two sign-in sheets. "Good morning, lass." He greets you as his eyes quickly roam down your body, hesitating on your cleavage. "Which side do you want to play on today?"
