9 Day Events
Nine-days are heinous. In Texas, we had them the weekend prior to through the weekend following Thanksgiving. Here's how my first one went:
Friday - Loads of meeting new people. PCs: 200, NPCs: 20 No big, since the sheer number of PCs made it feel like there was lots of stuff going on.
Saturday - Double-hooking is your friend. PCs: 240, NPCs: 40
Sunday - I ache. Lots. PCs: 230, NPCs: 15 At around midnight, Plot Head and Chapter Owner come up to me and go, "Um, hey, JP.... ever consider being on Plot?" Me: "No, but, heck, I'd be interested. I have a couple of mods written up that I've been..." CO and PH: "GREAT! Here's the keys to the monster cabin, here's the password for the monster db, and, um, see ya on Wednesday!!!"
Monday - My blisters have blisters. I lick the muddy soil for lack of any moisture in my mouth. PCs: 180, NPCs: 3. I get nicknamed "The One-Man Wave Battle".
Tuesday - My tongue has blisters. PCs: 160, NPCs: 3. In monster camp, I name a Goblin mask "Norman" and leave him in charge while I run a mod for thrity PCs hell-bent on conquering "The Goblin Caves". When I return, Norman mocks me and my pain with his laughing silence.
Wednesday - No regular staff in sight. Norman has seen better days. I lose one NPC to a twisted ankle. PCs: 165, NPCs: 2 I think I ate a doughnut. Or maybe it was Norman's ear. I dunno.
Thursday - Some fresh blood arrives. Staff shows up just in time for the "Harvest Feast". PCs: 210, NPCs: 30 My stomach has shrunken to disallow me from actually eating more than a dry slice of turkey and slurp down some cranberry stuffing.
Friday - Back to PCing, sortof. PCs: 180, NPCs: 60 Some of the people who pc'ed the first weekend apparently decided to have mercy on staff. I dunno. I was in a hottub for two hours, followed by a Mongolian Grill visit, followed by three hours in a hottub.
Saturday - PCing full force. PCs: 160, NPCs: 40 A group of low levels (2nd through 8th) go on the mod to save the Elven Prince that was turned down by the intended group, people in the lvl 24-30 range. We win. Yay. No sign of Norman.
Sunday - Close of event PCs: 140, NPCs: 10 Plot thanks me for my efforts. Norman was found trampled into the mud, rest his soul. People from all of the US come up and thank me for my efforts, and with a wink and a nod, cheerily say "See ya next year!" I weep.
Its not for the faint of heart, breaking away from site is a must, and you'd best be ready for a really long sleep afterwards.