As It Seems: A Chill Semester

Season 2, Session 10: Starve a Cold, Feed a Fever (EoRP)
The End?

October 28, 2017. Mysteries unraveled in the snowy otherworld produce sudden and deadly results, resulting in both the end of the campaign and one supernatural creature’s sinister scheme.

Player Cast:

David L. – Barb Oldroyd
Desiree – Basil Carruthers
Renae – Kate McFadden
Sage – Ginger O’Flannery

A recording of the session can be found here.

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Season 2, Session 9: Snowball Effect (EoRP)
Out of the blue and into the white.

October 28, 2017. A new day brings new challenges and discoveries, as the Oracle staff encounter a vengeful spirit of a San Kaissa founder, the shattered remnants of one of their coworker’s families, and the discovery of a passage between worlds.

Player Cast:

David L. – Barb Oldroyd
Desiree – Basil Carruthers
Renae – Kate McFadden
Sage – Ginger O’Flannery

A recording of the session can be found here.

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Season 2, Session 8: Cold Open (EoRP)
Tit for Tat.

October 27, 2017. As Friday wraps up, the oracle staff finally meet up with an agency that has answers to some of their questions; but are they even asking the right questions? Either way, events are accelerating in CSUSK and the danger has become very, very real, and as chilling as the snow now blanketing the campus.

Player Cast:

David L. – Barb Oldroyd
Desiree – Basil Carruthers
Renae – Kate McFadden
Sage – Ginger O’Flannery

A recording of the session can be found here.

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Mid-Week Taster: "Just Breathe"

“Inhale. Exhale.” Ginger observed her breath, puffing out in front of her face. “Inhale. Exhale.” She had to remind herself to keep breathing as she stared around her in wonder. She knew this was to be expected. After all, they had created three different blood symbols in the past two days. But to see it, to actually see it happening first hand; snow falling across the San Kaissa Campus. She stood, slightly shocked. She looked down and realized her hands were cold. She’d never had great circulation in her hands, but the temperature had dropped palpably. “I should go back inside and find a pair of gloves,” she muttered to herself.

Just then her phone vibrated in her cardigan pocket. She pulled the slim device from her pocket to see “HELPO” in capital letters flashing across her notification bar. She opened the message from Kate, but there was nothing else written. She assumed the message was meant to just say HELP. Between the typo and the caps, this seemed to be serious. Kate often sent short, clipped missives, but she had never sent a message in all caps. “Shit,” Ginger grumbled, “I really want my gloves.” But Kate was her friend. She liked Kate. And this was a perfect moment to be more of a hero. And, despite her chilled digits, she could feel the pull of her lingering obsession. The advent of snowfall might be a perfect moment to further test her blood dot hypothesis. “Forget my fingers, they’ll be fine, I’m very tough. I’ll just think warm thoughts. It’s fine.” She mumbled to herself.

Her gear was already in the bag slung over her shoulder. She paused only long enough to watch more of the fat, fluffy flakes making their way down to the ground. Already they were starting to stick in the blades of half-dead grass around the building. “I wonder if this unnatural water will at least be good for the poorly maintained grounds around here,” she mused. She assumed that Kate might have messaged from the source of the thumping bass. She sent back a quick response, “On my way. Please let me know where you are, exactly.” Then, as afterthought, she pulled one of the empty vials out of her bag and trapped some of the fat snowflakes in it. She shook the flakes to the bottom, capped it, and nestled it in her bag next to the still-present, but somewhat thawed piece of Manta Ray football player. “All in a day’s work,” she thought. She wrapped her scarf more tightly around her neck, shoved her hands deep into her large cardigan pockets, and made her way through the collecting flakes towards the commissary, blinking flakes from her eyelashes along the way. “Now Ginger,” she said outloud, “Just play it cool…”

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Season 2, Session 7: Frozen In Place (EoRP)

October 27, 2017. The (temporarily) reduced staff of the Oracle returns to us in the midst of a grisly scene of icy death. Their further researches into the malign purpose behind the strange wintry phenomena surrounding CSUSK are interrupted by an unsanctioned Homecoming dance…an event to which the press was most definitely not invited.

Player Cast:

David L. – Barb Oldroyd
Renae – Kate McFadden
Sage – Ginger O’Flannery

A recording of the session can be found here.

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Mid-Week Taster: "A Late (Night) Discovery"
A peek into the nigthly activity of one Ginger O'Flannery

She scribbled furiously. She often scribbled furiously. And she was muttering to herself. She often muttered to herself. But not this loudly.

“Why the fuck do they get to judge me. DO THEY THINK I LIKE SMASHING IN HEADS?!”

She paused in her muttering.

“Well…I mean…I don’t. But I do like the sense of accomplishment. I accomplished something. I mean, sure it didn’t work, but it was to protect them. That was brave! That was brave, dammit! Why the hell is it that Barbie and Kate can be so fucking brave about spilling blood for rituals. I know thousands of rituals. I’ve never spilt blood for one. I mean, I’ve gone through it hypothetically dozens of times. And I’ve used human blood from the blood bank. But not my blood. FUCK!”

She stabbed her antique, Occitan letter open down into the desk blotter. It pierced through her 18-month calendar and left a neat, ½ inch gash, right alongside 20 other similar gashes. She glanced down at her phone, to the text message she wanted to send. The recipient field said “Barbara / Barb”. She still couldn’t bring herself to call her Barbie to her face. “When you get close to people, that’s when you realise that they’re already gone. Or that they really aren’t that close to you.” She put her head into her hands and sighed, her elbows edging away the piles of papers around her on the desk. “I just want them to see me as impressive. I’m committed and brave, too. I have success, too. I mean, I have a PhD, after all.”

She scowled down at her blotter and grimaced as she tugged the letter opener out of it. She lifted the paper and peered at the cavities underneath. “Hate having all these holes under my calendar pages,” she muttered. She stopped short suddenly, the lifted pages trembling in her hand. “Oh my god,” she said. “That’s it. That’s the answer. If we make partial symbols all over campus, each made of pertinent points, like a connect the dot set up, and we spill blood over them all at the same time….that’s how we could make a portal big enough to bring a whole weather pattern over from the other side. Maybe even the whole manor. And then the symbols would be made of blood themselves, so they’d be even stronger. Grooves creating blood channels, and all of them interconnected. That’s it, that’s how we do it!!!”

She jumped up from the desk with the letter opener still in her hand. “This!” she exclaimed loudly, “Maybe this will be a profound enough idea to get their attention. Stupid Picley, always getting all the attention for doing nothing! Well stick this in your eye, Pickle-eye. I have solved our conundrum. That’s why there’re symbols all over the campus. Hah!”

She heard a creak in the hallway behind her. The door to her office was closed, so she couldn’t be sure, but the hallway typically creaked only when someone was walking by. She frowned, her lips pressed tightly together. It was a bad habit of hers, shouting out loud, especially when she had discovered something novel. But her work occurred so late at night that usually no one else was around to hear her. She waited, frowning, the letter opener brandished at an angle towards the door. But she heard nothing else, and after several minutes of waiting she turned and went back to her desk. She sat down, replacing the letter opener with a gleaming fountain pen. Soon the only sound was that of her scribbling furiously.

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Mid-Week Taster: "This D.J."

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A cold, foggy morning on the campus of CSUSK. The athletic field blanketed in fog.

A lone figure stands on the track. From the pocket of her San Kaissa Rooks hoodie she pulls her phone, navigates to the music app, and pulls up a playlist: “Morning Workout”.

She begins to run.

[If I did this right, the picture is a clickable link…]

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Season 2, Session 6: Put it on Ice (EoRP)

October 27, 2017. Events traverse the line from bad to worse as the Homecoming game begins and a sinister force reveals more of its dreadful intentions—all while the Oracle staff scramble to find answers with their new insights before it is too late.

Player Cast:

David L. – Barb Oldroyd
Desiree – Basil Carruthers
Renae – Kate McFadden
Sage – Ginger O’Flannery

A recording of the session can be found here.

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Mid-Week Taster: "Careless Whispers"

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“Remember when you said that to me? ‘I really love your intensity.’ When we were first dating. God, you’re such an idiot.”

Barb smiled as Thomas put his head back, wincing.

“Oh Jesus. Did I really say that? Well. What can I say? I was pretty smitten.”

“Smitten, huh?”

“Yeah. Smitten.”

The screech of curtain rings brought them out of their reveries. It was the ER doc. “Ms…Oldroyd?” he said, looking down at his chart. “Dr. Choi.” He nodded briefly to Tom before continuing. “Well, your vitals look like they’ve stabilized, your temperature is looking good…”

Somewhere nearby, someone started moaning. It was ghostly, mournful. Barb had to focus to hear Dr. Choi clearly.

“…incipient hypothermia,” he was saying. “Which is very strange, especially considering you were down in the boiler room, correct? If you don’t mind, I’d like to admit you for overnight observation.”

Barb started to protest, but Thomas was already standing. “No, doctor, I don’t think that will be necessary. If you say Barbie is good to go, then I think we’ll be going. Thank you for all your help.” He held out his hand and Dr. Choi shook it, but the doctor didn’t really take his eyes off Barb.

The moaning was getting louder. Barb couldn’t hear anything but the wailing now. She put her hands to her ears and shut her eyes tightly.

The moaning stopped. “Hon?” It was Tom, leaning in, a look of concern on his face.

“Sorry, it was just that person and their wailing. I hate hospitals…” Tom shot a worried glance to Dr. Choi.

“Uh—what wailing, dear?”

Barb felt her stomach drop. “You didn’t…?” She could tell Thomas was about to say something, so she jumped off the triage bed. “I’d like to get changed out of this gown so I can go back to the real world. Thanks.”

Tom stepped out with Dr. Choi, who pulled the curtains shut behind him. Barb knew they were talking to each other now. Dr. Choi was probably telling Tom to keep an eye on her.

She dressed hurriedly, her fingers fumbling with buttons and belt loops.

“Fuck.”

It really had been terribly gallant of him to defend her down there in the boiler room. All the horrible memories from so long ago had threatened to come rushing back in on her like a tsunami, like in her recurring dreams of being on a beach and watching that tidal wave sweeping in… She’d been so scared, felt like she was a frightened child all over again. And he had defended her, just like he did before. Or at least that’s how he’d always told the story. If she concentrated really hard, she could almost remember him finding her, all alone and terrified. But maybe that was just a false memory built off Tom’s stories?

Barb sighed, picking up her purse.

Basil didn’t deserve that black eye, even if she’d said so at the time. She knew she’d have to apologize to him, make it up somehow.

“Fuck.”


The drive home in Tom’s Subaru. A comfortable silence. Tom letting Barb be alone with her thoughts. He obviously had a lot on his mind as well.

At the corner of Camino Real and Ocean, Tom stopped for the light. Something whispered in Barb’s ear.

“Where are you?”

A voice as cold and lonely as a sepulcher.

“What!?” Barb jumped, as if goosed by an electric shock.

“What?” Tom asked, startled by the sudden outburst.

“Oh. Nothing. Sorry. I’m still a little jittery.” Barb reached down to her purse, pulled out her phone and plugged in her ear buds. “I’m going to listen to music for a while.”

She popped in her headphones and quickly picked something with plenty of bass.

“We miss you. We’re so lonely.”

The voice again, coming up through the music.

Barb gritted her teeth, determined not to let Thomas see her start again. Finding the volume control on her phone, she casually turned up the song until it was uncomfortably loud, even by her standards. The voices were still there, somewhere in the background, but she couldn’t hear them anymore.

Not really.

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Season 2, Session 5: A View to a Chill (EoRP)

October 27, 2017. The staff of the Oracle push themselves to the breaking point, as internal strife threatens to tear them apart and two of their number fall through the snowy bracken and into a strange new land…

Player Cast:

David L. – Barb Oldroyd
Desiree – Basil Carruthers
Renae – Kate McFadden
Sage – Ginger O’Flannery

A recording of the session can be found here.

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