Shrewlet Update

Cindy's in Roanoke Memorial, room 906 West, phone (540) 266-5424. She has Internet access as well (no, not including WoW).

They tried to give her a steroid injection to improve the situation a bit, which she describes as "the most painful thing I have ever encountered. I've been fighting in the SCA for 20 years and have never taken blows that hurt that hard as that shot."

They are going to see if the injection helps, but surgery is still an option. At last report, she didn't have full sensation in either leg.

More as I know it.

Ye Olde Abandonede Warehouse

Last night we had the complete gaming group together for the first time since the Shadowrun game started. Jesse's razorgirl and Amy's decker joined in as the group looked for a place to hide their rock singer. The group procured a rent-a-squat, obtained food and water, and decided to turtle up and wait out their contract.

( They'll never find us here! )

GM fail of the week: I set up a meeting reminder notice in Google Calendar, accidentally pointing Starr's reminders to her work account. Google proceeded to send her a couple hundred notices before I redirected them to her Gmail. Durrr. On the other hand, I think I may finally have talked Dwight into signing up for a LiveJournal account. We'll see. Well done, all!