Per my previous post about being a card-carrying Jedi, I’m (finally) back to report on my first Troop, or Rebel Legion event. Ooooooh, aaaaaah! This past Saturday evening I attended USA Hockey’s Star Wars Night with other members of the Great Lakes Base and Great Lakes Garrison. I met my first Chewbacca (7′ 3″ in costume, 6′ 8″ out of it!) as well as a variety of Storm Troopers, an ARC Clone Trooper, Boba Fett, a few Jedi, Han Solo, etc. Here we all are:
*Insert Hoth joke here*
Yup, we all managed to walk onto the ice, in street shoes, and not fall down. My mom joked that because I am an Old Lady Jedi, I should get a lightsaber hilt and attach it to a cane. I think this is BRILLIANT and would be perfect for more ice-walks.
Because it was SW Night we basically mingled with the game attendees and also got to throw t-shirts into the audience between the second and third periods. (Hockey games have three periods. Did you know that? I’m not sure I did… Must rewatch Mighty Ducks soon.) They also gave us space to set up a table, where we had a “blasting range;” for $1 kids got to shoot a Nerf Star Wars blaster at our targets (and a few of our helmet-and-armor-wearing costumers) and then collect a prize — all the money went to the Mott Community Childrens Hospital. I manned the blasting range for a while, and let me tell you…kids + Nerf gun = DUCK AND COVER! Suddenly building a set of Storm Trooper armor doesn’t sound like such a bad idea (and it protects against snake bites — did anyone see this article??).
Jocasta Nu and Sabine Wren.
Lesson learned from my first Troop: I need a lightsaber, even if I am an old lady. And for “need” read “would really like.” So I’m saving up for a fancy one that actually lights up, makes sounds, and has a detachable blade. The editing job I’m doing for a professor right now looks like it’s going to pay for quite a bit of it, so yay!
In cosplay news…well, there isn’t any. And for that I’m going to blame/thank author Michael J. Sullivan, whose Riyria series pretty much ate up an entire week of my life and then some. I picked up Theft of Swords while home on break–my sister had checked it out from the library–and started reading it on a whim, and then I basically did absolutely nothing else for the next week other than read. When I got through the six-book Revelations series so I went and bought the two Riyria Chronicles and read those as well. And then I finished and my life had a giant Riyria-shaped hole in it (seriously guys, I stayed up till almost 3am after I finished, hoping the characters would be okay now that I wasn’t there to watch over them. I am SAD.). I’m not going to do an actual book review since this is supposed to be a costuming blog, but if you are into fantasy I absolutely recommend picking them up. The story starts fairly simply but gets more and more involved and intricate as the series goes on, and the characters are spectacular–I love love love guy friendships in books, and Royce and Hadrian, the main characters, are an amazing pair. And Hadrian has the same name as a Roman emperor, so that totally makes this relevant to the “Classics” half of this blog. *Cough* Really.
Speaking of giant Riyria-shaped holes and guy friendships, the solution my brain came up with to fill said hole was to just go off and do some writing myself. I’m one of those people who has been trying to write a fantasy novel for years and has yet to succeed, with the single exception of my 2012 NaNo novel (I don’t think my LOTR fanfictions of 13+ years ago count, and though I reached 50K words in NaNo 13 I didn’t actually finish telling the story). The list of reasons for my lack of success is long and boring, but I’ve noticed that one of my many problems is that I either have characters I want to write about but no plot, or a plot but characters who feel like afterthoughts because I’ve just stuck them in the story to do the things I want done. Which is bad. The point of this is that, since reading the Riyria books, I’ve written nearly 30,000 words, and while there is, yet again, little to no plot to be seen in any of this, I’m actually really enjoying just getting to know my two new characters, and have so far been able to stave off the nagging feeling that I Must Come Up With A Brilliant, Unique, And Intricate Plot Right Now. (Holy crap does capitalizing every word slow down your typing speed.) Hopefully if I stick with them long enough, they’ll tell me what they want to do.
P.S. New life goal: cosplay Royce Melborn. Not even kidding.