Meeting and Dreaming, Thankfully Not Dreaming of Meetings

 Last night, we roleplayed a meeting! Whee!

Actually, it went pretty well. Players seemed invested, including myself. We discussed the current situation, which was probably a good thing. And as an outcome, the group seems more on the same page and most have things to do.

Man, if only real world meetings went so well.

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And this morning, I woke from a dream...

Military shooter dream. I'm part of a very small team meeting up with a couple others in some Middle Eastern-ish setting. The travel happens following an arrow on a map, then I'm in a town waiting for the other to show up and scheduling a helicopter extraction. One of the other two groups shows up, but the third doesn't. Something happens with the helicopter, so I call in some favors for a different pickup. A short time later, a beefed up looking Osprey shows up and we get in, landing in the street. We get in and take off before the pilot starts going on about being called off a different mission to get us... and then things to mention engine damage as we start going down.

He lands us in an open parking lot area off a couple streets to conduct repairs. While that's going on, a vehicle shows up and a couple local guys walk over. Suspicious, I lower the back ramp and talk to them, being the only person in the very back crew/cargo section, hiding my weapons behind an obstruction to appear less hostile (nevermind that I'm in full battle gear with helmet, ammo on vest, etc. They start out "friendly," then pull a little pistol and demand I have over my weapon. I hold up my pistol in one hand by the barrel with the unimpressed explanation that I'll show it (to put them more at ease), but I'm not giving it up. The one guy fires off a warning shot. I inwardly eyeroll, jerk to the side, grab my pistol with my other hand, and put a single shot through both their skulls in one motion, kicking the bodies off to the ground and closing the ramp up, unimpressed.

A bit later, a more military squad shows out back (though I can't see them well) and open the ramp themselves. I'm ready to start gunning them down, but then recognize them as friendly. They get in and the pilot explains they are his original pickup as he gets ready for liftoff. So I converse a bit with the new team and they talk about their mission coordinating with locals. I conclude that they're a bit "talky" for my liking, but alright by me as we fly away...

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