Up before 6 to pack and ablute so we could catch the early train back to Santa Clara. Al was a Hero of the Revolution for also getting up early to take us to the train station; I hope he got to go back to sleep after that.
Rather than hide in the shade and wait for a bus, we slogged through the blazing sun to the Gollubs’, because Dave likes that kind of thing, and were still extremely early for gaming. Also extremely sweaty. There were amazing fruit tarts, because Jeremy was experimenting or something. Chrisber did eventually arrive, but was sick.
Played (Hero 6E): Kaiju Academy. As foretold last session, this was the boarding action on the French dreadnought, Emperor Napoleon. For some reason, the cohort got to fight off the elite French marines and the lady in the powered suit while the SAS took care of the crew, but it went okay except for the part where May got stabbed with a white-hot sword, and Mal and Irina were clobbered so hard they flew across the drydock and slammed into the opposite wall. No one found out what happened when they were branded with a combustion rune, and they all liked it that way. After the dreadnought was successfully hijacked, the Brits did try to get the cohort back into the cloud Labyrinth, but instead they collided with the rest of the expedition coming out. Now reunited, the group surveyed Baryite, but neither the Fuzzies nor the Tappy Spiders found it entirely suitable. Onward, to the mountain in the Pyrenees where the Labyrinth to the planned next universe will touch down. Surely nothing noteworthy will be in a lost valley high in the mountains where no one has visited for millenia.
I don’t think the cats appreciated being taken care of by Marith, but they should have, because she did an excellent job and neither of them ran away or starved to death or hid so far under the bed they couldn’t find their way out.
Read (from the shelf): VACATION.
Written (Geometry for Mutants): 109. I didn’t use Stellarium, but I could!