Robes of Command

        I dreamed that I had decided to start making my own clothing. Instead of pants and shirts, however, I decided I was going to start wearing robes. Yes, wizard robes, or vestment style robes. I also made tabards with pockets for tools and such. I decided that I was tired of all the current styles, and how uncomfortable they were.

        I wore my first set of red and black robes to work. I was sent out to a site to work on a couple of misbehaving computers in a music lab. There was some sort of event going on at the site.

I had a set of pocketed vestments, like a tabard that I threw on over the top of the robes. I was adjusting the pockets, and enjoying how warm they were when several people rode up on horses and “assassinated” the king.

Somehow I found myself involved in a LARP or Ren-Faire style event. I couldn’t convince the people involved that I was just there to fix the computers in the Music room, which was behind the outdoor stage area they were using for their LARP. They decided that I had to be the next in line, because my robes were very rich looking and therefore I MUST be a high ranking member of the clergy.

Right.

“How did you select your last King?” I asked, sort of knowing that I was setting them up.

Sure enough, they answered that it was divine province, the lady of the lake….

“Listen, strange women lying in ponds distributing
swords is no basis for a system of government.” I couldn’t resist.

They were not amused.

“Really, if I went around claiming I was king because some watery bint lobbed a scimitar at me; they’d lock me away.”

“No, we wouldn’t….”

I slipped out my key ring and opened up the music room. “Why not beat on one another a bit and let the winner be king. Have fun storming the castle.” As the door closed I could hear swords banging on shields.

Ad astra per technica,

FF