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Quick update.
I experimented with tricking my cougar claw ring talisman into thinking I was wearing the ring when I'd actually put it on LOLcat's tail. Good news? It worked and I was able to transform LOLcat from a tuxedo housecat into a cougar--and back again. Bad news? He flipped his shit and wrecked the downstairs. I am still cleaning up the mess and repairing the scratches in the hardwood. Canned food for a month for LOLcat for being an unwitting guinea pig and for me forgetting how painful the transformation is.
Emma suggested that, because I tend to conduct "business" at my cabin (this was the day after LOLcat destroyed the downstairs), that we use the Brownstone basement apartment as our "go here to be normal" spot for a week or two out of the month--texting to let the other know if we will or won't be there, but making an effort to be there when possible. Our respective "jobs" keep us damn busy, which makes it difficult to have a relationship sometimes. I agreed. She already had a key. I need to change the sheets in the Winnebago.
I've run into Slug and Mae and Ghost a couple times. No earth-shattering discussions, but I am looking forward to Mae producing some of that Fianna brew I've heard so much about. I'm hoping to get three bottles. One for me and two to give to Pavel. (Russians and hard liquor go hand in hand, and I think he'll be pleased silly by the gift.) What's the going rate for this stuff by the bottle? $200? $400? $1,000? I guess I'll find out when the batch is done.
Val gave me an infodump about some of the individuals responsible for painting spiral graffiti around town. Turns out that there's BSDs behind it. They seem to be operating individually, so Silvertip and her pack ought not have too much of a problem taking one down. I think the big concern there isn't "can they do it"--it's "can they do it without killing the BSD in the process?" Val also mentioned that she'd taken Alicia's brother, Benedict, into the umbra recently and he went loopy on her. She drove him home, checked him out, and thought he might have accidentally Awakened. I got his address from her and opted to check it out later.
Sunday night I was busy. I'd offered the day before to help play Guardian Angel for Slug, who was concerned about his well-being on a rank challenge he was assisting with for Charlene. I went umbra at my cabin and spent the first half of the night following and then shielding Slug from harm. He got out without a scratch. Then, after a short break, I reached out into the Dreaming and took control over Benedict's dream. We talked--me not revealing who I was--and me advising him to keep his lips sealed about being a mage. He mentioned he used to be an acolyte. I'll have to poke into that earlier. I left him a penny with a unit of tass embedded in it to examine. We'll see how his magick manifests itself. Maybe he belongs to some Tradition? Maybe not. Dangerous having a kin Awakening like this as he could leak shitloads of damaging information to the garou. Hell, telling him who I am could be damaging to me, Mouse, Jacinta, Emma, Slug, Salem, Silvertip, and Val. And he'd already told Alicia that he thought he was a mage. According to him, Alicia wants to pretend he never told her, doesn't want him to speak of it again, but will keep his secret. (Or she thinks he's nuts. His aura says 'mage' but it's incredibly faint. He might only be capable of sensing things and limited countermagick--not exactly flashy stuff that'd convince someone you can do magic instead of being insane/delusional.) And dear god, he's got a Spiral baby he's tending to. That's probably not a good thing.
I experimented with tricking my cougar claw ring talisman into thinking I was wearing the ring when I'd actually put it on LOLcat's tail. Good news? It worked and I was able to transform LOLcat from a tuxedo housecat into a cougar--and back again. Bad news? He flipped his shit and wrecked the downstairs. I am still cleaning up the mess and repairing the scratches in the hardwood. Canned food for a month for LOLcat for being an unwitting guinea pig and for me forgetting how painful the transformation is.
Emma suggested that, because I tend to conduct "business" at my cabin (this was the day after LOLcat destroyed the downstairs), that we use the Brownstone basement apartment as our "go here to be normal" spot for a week or two out of the month--texting to let the other know if we will or won't be there, but making an effort to be there when possible. Our respective "jobs" keep us damn busy, which makes it difficult to have a relationship sometimes. I agreed. She already had a key. I need to change the sheets in the Winnebago.
I've run into Slug and Mae and Ghost a couple times. No earth-shattering discussions, but I am looking forward to Mae producing some of that Fianna brew I've heard so much about. I'm hoping to get three bottles. One for me and two to give to Pavel. (Russians and hard liquor go hand in hand, and I think he'll be pleased silly by the gift.) What's the going rate for this stuff by the bottle? $200? $400? $1,000? I guess I'll find out when the batch is done.
Val gave me an infodump about some of the individuals responsible for painting spiral graffiti around town. Turns out that there's BSDs behind it. They seem to be operating individually, so Silvertip and her pack ought not have too much of a problem taking one down. I think the big concern there isn't "can they do it"--it's "can they do it without killing the BSD in the process?" Val also mentioned that she'd taken Alicia's brother, Benedict, into the umbra recently and he went loopy on her. She drove him home, checked him out, and thought he might have accidentally Awakened. I got his address from her and opted to check it out later.
Sunday night I was busy. I'd offered the day before to help play Guardian Angel for Slug, who was concerned about his well-being on a rank challenge he was assisting with for Charlene. I went umbra at my cabin and spent the first half of the night following and then shielding Slug from harm. He got out without a scratch. Then, after a short break, I reached out into the Dreaming and took control over Benedict's dream. We talked--me not revealing who I was--and me advising him to keep his lips sealed about being a mage. He mentioned he used to be an acolyte. I'll have to poke into that earlier. I left him a penny with a unit of tass embedded in it to examine. We'll see how his magick manifests itself. Maybe he belongs to some Tradition? Maybe not. Dangerous having a kin Awakening like this as he could leak shitloads of damaging information to the garou. Hell, telling him who I am could be damaging to me, Mouse, Jacinta, Emma, Slug, Salem, Silvertip, and Val. And he'd already told Alicia that he thought he was a mage. According to him, Alicia wants to pretend he never told her, doesn't want him to speak of it again, but will keep his secret. (Or she thinks he's nuts. His aura says 'mage' but it's incredibly faint. He might only be capable of sensing things and limited countermagick--not exactly flashy stuff that'd convince someone you can do magic instead of being insane/delusional.) And dear god, he's got a Spiral baby he's tending to. That's probably not a good thing.
