Thoughts on this past week's game is coming out in spits and starts.
Bullet had put word out among the Squid-eaters that no one was to go up nor down the Hudson without stopping and checking in with his boys first. So, Rubbin was in his car, machine guns on the roof aimed at the river. She fired a round off the guy's bow and he ignored it. So, she lit him up and if he survived the machine gun fire, the squid would take care of the rest.
"Rubbin, let's go for a drive. You drive."
There is something fantastically fatherly about the way Barry get's when Bullet is being a good parent to Rubbin. She's doing better. Her ribs no longer hurt when she sneezes and the headaches from the concussion are going away....mostly.
"You're getting really good with that stick, honey." Man, it breaks my heart how good a dad Bullet is. And he broke down about how fucked up he was over the way things went up in Kip-town with the squid-eaters. I really loved it. I love seeing how they all deal with things. How Baby just files it away so she can get things done, leaving it for another day that'll never come.
Dent is just...Dent. He's a full on super-hero/multiple personality disorder. "If you had a helmet, dealing with this shit would be easier, Bullet."
Marsh has his Hocus-spun community now and they're different than the gangs, which is neat. I have to figure out my apocalyptic spin on Marsh's Onondaga I think I will ask Marsh some questions about it (especially since Padraic recently took a class on Native American History in college) at the next game.
As the GM, there are things I need to do:
I need to bring my fronts together into easy to read and access paperwork. It is all too hard to fiddle with in-game and some fronts are kaput now.
I need to re-read the basic moves and the MC moves.
I need to re-read the character sheets, look at the ways their gangs, hardholds, cults and such give me license to fuck with them beyond the Demons being fucking heyenas. I use that one to death; its like a sore tooth I can't stop playing with.