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Unicon: Need some crutches

Unicon is the first weekend in October (4th and 5th of October).

I'm running Lockdown, and one of the characters has a broken leg and is on crutches. I don't suppose anyone has some crutches that I could borrow as props for the character for Unicon? At the moment the game is only scheduled for Saturday night, so I'll only need them once. Depending on sign ups, it may run a second time.

I also need some other props, but I'm not going to tell people about them, as they might give some of the game away. :)

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paradigmshifty
Sep. 12th, 2008 04:24 am (UTC)
I am so glad you spelled that correctly... :-)

If worst comes to worst, you can hire a pair from most chemists. They're fairly cheap IIRC.

lokicarbis
Sep. 12th, 2008 04:40 am (UTC)
I have a pair at the moment, but they are not mine - you may be able to persuade the owner to loan them to you. I will ask on your behalf.
pagrin
Sep. 12th, 2008 12:59 pm (UTC)
I'm happy to help with props, it you send me an e-mail for what you want.
I'm GMing the whole con so I'm not likely to get a chance to play anyway.
I don't have crutches at the moment, but you never know in the next few weeks.
Pagrin :-)
crystal_storm
Sep. 12th, 2008 01:20 pm (UTC)
i've got two you can borrow.
halloranelder
Sep. 12th, 2008 01:42 pm (UTC)
Yay!

So, first question is: Are you intending to come along to Unicon? Or will I have to work out a way of getting them off you?
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