Oh the drama has little to do with the actual con.
There are some local "figures" in the steampunk scene who run nightclub events. They do that very well, and because they do that well they think they are so awesome that they can do anything, including write and produce a murder mystery despite having little writing and no improv experieince. The show succeeded in spite of them, largely through the efforts of a friend and myself, who actually HAVE interactive theatre experience.
At the show, one girl pitched a hissy fit in public(to the point of my having to talk the hosts of a party out of calling security on her) because her picture was left out of a pretend article in the pretend ship's newspaper about pretend people. Because clearly I meant to insult her. And the fact that I've kind of avoided her since that incident clearly proves that I hated her all along, and has nothing to do with the fact that I have no idea when anything I say to her is going to cause her to flip her shit out.
Her BF is the one who wrote the unproducable show that I was called in to help fix (and got comments at the closing wrap up that "the reporter was one of the best parts of the show!"). He's convinced that he's writing the show for next three years and was very condescending when I told them that we had a bid in against him. "There are no bids, and if you want to work with us you need to stop it", etc. In addition to writing a total Mary Sue story where everyone except him were buffoons, he also tried to delete elements of the story arc that the Chair had been using to promote the con for months, because they didn't agree with his philosophy of steampunk. Not exactly the way to win a repeat gig. He's going to get a rather rude awakening, because the Con Chair called me last week to tell us that he was accepting our bid and to talk general ideas.
Of course,both are friends with the hostess of the party I was invited to on Wednesday, so I originally said that I'd skip it out of courtesy to her. There was flouncing and texting and facebook-unfriending and all sorts of nonsense. Bleh- maybe I'm just old but I just don't have the energy for that kind of nonsense any more.
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Date: 2010-11-26 09:39 pm (UTC)There are some local "figures" in the steampunk scene who run nightclub events. They do that very well, and because they do that well they think they are so awesome that they can do anything, including write and produce a murder mystery despite having little writing and no improv experieince. The show succeeded in spite of them, largely through the efforts of a friend and myself, who actually HAVE interactive theatre experience.
At the show, one girl pitched a hissy fit in public(to the point of my having to talk the hosts of a party out of calling security on her) because her picture was left out of a pretend article in the pretend ship's newspaper about pretend people. Because clearly I meant to insult her. And the fact that I've kind of avoided her since that incident clearly proves that I hated her all along, and has nothing to do with the fact that I have no idea when anything I say to her is going to cause her to flip her shit out.
Her BF is the one who wrote the unproducable show that I was called in to help fix (and got comments at the closing wrap up that "the reporter was one of the best parts of the show!"). He's convinced that he's writing the show for next three years and was very condescending when I told them that we had a bid in against him. "There are no bids, and if you want to work with us you need to stop it", etc. In addition to writing a total Mary Sue story where everyone except him were buffoons, he also tried to delete elements of the story arc that the Chair had been using to promote the con for months, because they didn't agree with his philosophy of steampunk. Not exactly the way to win a repeat gig. He's going to get a rather rude awakening, because the Con Chair called me last week to tell us that he was accepting our bid and to talk general ideas.
Of course,both are friends with the hostess of the party I was invited to on Wednesday, so I originally said that I'd skip it out of courtesy to her. There was flouncing and texting and facebook-unfriending and all sorts of nonsense. Bleh- maybe I'm just old but I just don't have the energy for that kind of nonsense any more.