Bleh

They're playing Christmas music in the dining hall.

They just played "Christmas Shoes". If anyone doesn't know how this song goes, it's absolutely heartbreaking, which means I tear up right where everyone can see.

Then again, they just started playing "Angels We Have Heard on High," which I absolutely love for no reason I can really define. So that makes it all better.

Also, I haz been reading Digger - someone should really direct all those people on Metaquotes who put up basically every entry of ursulav's to more of her actual work and give them something to really rave about. To put it this way, one of the worst malefactions a wombat can utter translates literally as "I will construct their home with inferior building materials!", and one of the primary supporting characters is a statue of Ganesh, which is very explicitly a statue of Ganesh rather than the god himself.

Scary Stuff

Okay, this is interesting. I came across an article (while doing the requisite archive trawl of Digger, since a main character's background involves a version of the story incorporated in) about a variant of the La Llorona and Bloody Mary myths created by homeless children in Miami. And naturally I was thinking that this would be a good thing to port into the World of Darkness setting, because urban legends, especially the scary evil kind, are delightful things to use as inspiration in the WoD and I've been on a kick for the setting recently.

Then I remembered something: each of the new World of Darkness gamelines has a signature setting. Much of the game's framing fiction is set there, and it's described in the sample setting in one of the appendices to the main book for the gameline. Vampire has New Orleans, Werewolf has the Rocky Mountains, Mage has Boston, Promethian has Chicago, Hunter has Philadelphia, Geist has the Bronx...

And Changeling: the Lost? Changeling's signature setting is Miami.

Even though I know we're not in the World of Darkness (especially since according to my ST there are no extant maps of my college's steam tunnels in the World of Darkness), I don't think I'll ever be able to go to Miami without looking over my shoulder. If not for the changelings warring over Grandfather Thunder's endless summer, then for Bloody Mary running through the streets.

Yes, I can separate fiction from reality if I want to. Just because it isn't real doesn't mean it can't give me the screaming heebie-jeebies.