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Apr. 17th, 2006 11:31 amparty time at the Pansexual House of Love once again... do people ever convene here in a way that doesn't degenerate into BDSM? if I'd told my fourteen-year-old self (the one utterly taken over by the placebowiefect) that I would be living like this she'd at once have said "well obviously, it's my destiny" and then whispered in my ear, "but how...?"
speaking of alternate selves, the one thing that's going to stay with me most from Saturday's LARP is what my character came across in the Labyrinth of Selves. The Labyrinth of Selves is a great maze full of mirrors, in standard underneath-royal-palace style, in which you meet nothing more simple, or more terrible, than reflections of yourself as you will be, might be, could be... no-one really knows. Clare met two possible-future versions of herself; one that has followed the path of orthodoxy, and one that has followed a path that could be utterly, utterly stupid, or could be the most amazing truthlike innocent perfection. To put this into a fangirlishly understandable analogy (if anyone is still reading this who doesn't know the White City) these two future selves are the difference between turning around and going home, or walking into the sky, at the end of Northern Lights. Between Rose stepping into the Tardis, or marrying Mickey. Narrative convention, as well as making things interesting for me to play her, both constrain Clare to say the equivalent of "I will take the ring to Mordor, although I do not know the way".
speaking of alternate selves, the one thing that's going to stay with me most from Saturday's LARP is what my character came across in the Labyrinth of Selves. The Labyrinth of Selves is a great maze full of mirrors, in standard underneath-royal-palace style, in which you meet nothing more simple, or more terrible, than reflections of yourself as you will be, might be, could be... no-one really knows. Clare met two possible-future versions of herself; one that has followed the path of orthodoxy, and one that has followed a path that could be utterly, utterly stupid, or could be the most amazing truthlike innocent perfection. To put this into a fangirlishly understandable analogy (if anyone is still reading this who doesn't know the White City) these two future selves are the difference between turning around and going home, or walking into the sky, at the end of Northern Lights. Between Rose stepping into the Tardis, or marrying Mickey. Narrative convention, as well as making things interesting for me to play her, both constrain Clare to say the equivalent of "I will take the ring to Mordor, although I do not know the way".
