Later on in the session we spent some time one-upping each other for the worst drunken interaction with a small fan in the hospital recovering from the last attack on the town.
Lancer session last night - level up and downtime activities.
We got new mechs, and my pilot is a vlogger/influencer/maker. First mech was named "MechyMechMechface" as voted by the party standing in for my PC's in-game chat. New mech name: "@ Splashdown69420 (Contest Winner)"
Other options I gave them included:
Blorbo Balor
@ YMISleepy (Contest Winner)
Strawberry Murdercake
(Or was it Strawberry Bloodcake? Now I don't remember.)
It started "staff, no more then 1 number each, golden age musicals only."
Then quickly became "all that but also these 12 teenagers for some reason, and none of the other rules apply to them."
So now amongst other numbers, she has to accompany a 14 year old singing "Piano Man."
Support req. in to the printer Co.
Old printer borrowed from one of the other 2 theaters my boss works for.
Weird little compatibility issue solved.
The sub ticket printing marches on!
Our ticket printers never take to change well. One died when we redid the box in 2011. Another blew its motor in 2015 when we changed systems. Last year I had to replace part of the drive pulley when we were trying to get subs back to normal. Now we appear to need a new platen.
The owners are trying to sell our building. They've had a handful of showings, and each time, we get the required 24 hour notice from the Bldg Mngr via text.
No one really replies.
Except.
EVER TIME one apartment responds by ♥️'ing the message.
This is unhinged behavior, right?
The incredibly sweet and generous little old man who lived down on the 2nd floor moved away on Saturday. Gonna miss him. But he gave us his table and chairs!
Went to large event with sections of the family I never talk to. Channeled the independent, carefree, I-Belong-Here spirit of my mother. Was actually pretty okay.
Cool cool. Gonna go scream into a pillow now.