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So, Pheno? Who's going? Who wants to be in a team.

I think most of what I'll be doing is the freeforms, and the triptych, and possibly one other, depending on how things work out.

There are 4 freeforms that I want to play, plus I'll be running my own, plus I'll be helping Mik run his, plus the three triptych games, so that's 9 sessions of a 10 session convention already, and I think I might end up leaving a session free just in case.

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halloranelder
Mar. 29th, 2008 11:34 am (UTC)
As far as I am aware, most of us will be at the banquet, so I don't count it (or at least, I will be at the banquet, so I don't count it.) :)

But yes, technically you are right.
fred_bear
Mar. 30th, 2008 03:19 am (UTC)
It's actually in the dinner slot before the banquet, so it's possible to do the banquet (well eat quickly and prolly not talk to anyone much) and then play the session as well.
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