30 Day LARP Challenge
This story was written in spanish, trying to imitate the old spanish expressions and writting, so it has been difficult to translate, anyhow thanks to Luis who has translated all of it! <3
Day 27. Tell us your favorite anecdote from a LARP event. As for the military and official figures in his visit to the Black Market of the Kolonie, tale of how Leonor de Texeiro i Castillo lived and felt. I found myself, in the middle of the night, looking in Aldradach for a few companions when I came across a group of three or four so-and-so who stopped me. "Light! Light!" They said, pointing with their fingers at the lantern I carried. I smiled and approached, offering to share my light, because they seemed to plot something important and carry out a serious matter in hand, literally. I watched, listened and shut up like a good soldier, curiously looking at the wooden box with different shelves and products that they held in their arms and over which there seemed to be a good deal. Whenever they did not need my services anymore, I realized that one of those folks was a beautiful and very well dressed lady, who offered me something in gratitude. They spilled a little white powder on the backs of their hands and snorted it with force. I denied with the head, thanking the offer and excused myself saying that the officers could punish me for the vices of bad living. The beautiful lady smiled and told me that I do not have to worry, that I must say to my captain that the mayor of La Colonia invited me. In such a way that I bowed, I thanked his gesture and imitated those guys. Apparently the next day an officer heard me tell this story to my comrades. Far from punishing me, we soon found ourselves, without eating or drinking it (T.N.: all of a sudden, without being involved), in a procession in the direction of La Colonia. And me in the middle. Imagine vuesas mecedes (T.N.: courtesy treatment, “your mercy”) my face, with Captain Nuño, Ensign Texeiro and Sergeant Ramos leading the way. Reformed corporal Torres does not meet us, but soon I thought that he would put the scream in the heavens (T.N.: get angry) as soon as he realized. Apparently the real reason for our visit to the Colony was not the strange drug that the mayor gave me the night before, but the seductive and lascivious images of women I knew they sold in the Black Market. So, when we just cross the portal of the colony, all stopped and looked at me. I, innocent, almost could not whisper an excuse when the ensign grabbed my shoulder and pushed me to the streets inside me while he said "you know where it is". I would be lying if I said I did not know, but the truth is that I would not say God´s name for it (T.N.: when you are not sure and don´t want to risk), as if I had been in those streets just a couple of times; still, I took the lead and walked with my officers and fellow soldiers behind me, until, at the end of a street, I spotted the building that carried a sign. "Black Market". Evidently there it must be. With another push the lieutenant made me go to the store and I ran into the customers who were cared for, so I went out and told what we expected a few, between chats, jokes and jokes, while I watched curious how, in the neighboring camp of the Black Market, a man taught a girl to skin a small deer. The animal, hanging by the hind legs, had half of its skin all turned upside down, and the man, in the dialect of Aldradach, was teaching the girl the best way to remove the skin. Soon the business was free, and upon entering we were surprised with a guy, more Germanic and blond than the mother who gave birth to him (N.T.: very Germanic), but who received us with an effusive "¡Hola!" In our native Spanish. From there we use the common language to communicate with him. Minutes later, we almost let the man without images of doubtful moral, the purchase was so great that the German wanted us to celebrate with him and invite us to that white powder which I had the pleasure of trying in the streets of Aldradach with the mayor of the Colony the previous night. Imagine with which face I was observing a captain, lieutenant and sergeant (because of my fellow soldiers, I was not surprised any longer) sighing at a blow the menthol, the white powder of the backs of his hands. I know that we left the Colony between laughs and triumph, I know we arrived at the tavern and what one of the Dominican priests in the same way as we, as well as the reformed Don Juan Ramón, the best salesman in history, frowned upon her. He scowled in his own way and reproached our little adventure. I know that night there were dances and insults, but everything else is another bag flour (T.N: that´s another story).