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Home again. Finally. Had to take a detour before I got out of Colorado and sidetrack to Phoenix, Arizona to meet up with Walter. He needed a ritualist partner to help pull off planting some rather complicated multi-computer hack to plant incriminating data throughout a company. A very, very, very dirty pharmaceutical company. Right before an upcoming federal audit. They're going to burn once that data is discovered and the breadcrumb trail is discovered. Did some good there, Nick. Did some good. And it was interesting working with a Virtual Adept again. Good experience.
Got back. LOLcat was all over me. You'd think he missed me or something! Popped out to the park the next day and ran into Val. She's not feeling well after a scouting trip out to Hanford, but she said Slug was keeping tabs on her. Val left and this homeless woman, Garbo, and I started talking. Pegged her for a garou on a hunch that panned out. She's a Gnawer theurge and a lupus. New in town. Offered to give her a lift out to Kent's Crossing near the woods. She's looking to howl an introduction. Easy enough. Garbo seems friendly, but damn does she need a bath. I made a point of taking a good long soak in the tub myself once I got home--washing off the dirt of the road and the desert and living out of the back of my Suburban.
I hiked out to the caern the next morning. Ran into Cody--the missing member of Sagacity--who just got back into town and is looking to stay. She seems a little off in the head. Could be babbling. Could be channeling spirits. Could be a mix of both. Justin turned up all in bandages. Some fast, sentient tree attacked him. Didn't seem to be a manifestation of the bawn-fruit stuff, though. More evil (Wyrm), less crazy-time (Wyld). After Cody departed, Justin talked about his dad, a garou Gnawer ahroun by the name of Jay, and how he's just looking for people who'd known him and heard stories about him: Jay died before Justin was born. No one seems to remember him. That means (1) Jay was not a big deal and/or (2) the Garou's use of oral history as a means of preserving the past are, unsurprisingly, quite flawed. Justin took me to a graveyard not too far away from the caern that I hadn't been aware of. Rows and rows of graves. I could make out some of the glyphs thanks to Flint's lessons (poor kid).
We parted ways and I went back to meditating in the caern. Slept near the fire pit. Weird dreams, but I think they were of my own making.
Got back. LOLcat was all over me. You'd think he missed me or something! Popped out to the park the next day and ran into Val. She's not feeling well after a scouting trip out to Hanford, but she said Slug was keeping tabs on her. Val left and this homeless woman, Garbo, and I started talking. Pegged her for a garou on a hunch that panned out. She's a Gnawer theurge and a lupus. New in town. Offered to give her a lift out to Kent's Crossing near the woods. She's looking to howl an introduction. Easy enough. Garbo seems friendly, but damn does she need a bath. I made a point of taking a good long soak in the tub myself once I got home--washing off the dirt of the road and the desert and living out of the back of my Suburban.
I hiked out to the caern the next morning. Ran into Cody--the missing member of Sagacity--who just got back into town and is looking to stay. She seems a little off in the head. Could be babbling. Could be channeling spirits. Could be a mix of both. Justin turned up all in bandages. Some fast, sentient tree attacked him. Didn't seem to be a manifestation of the bawn-fruit stuff, though. More evil (Wyrm), less crazy-time (Wyld). After Cody departed, Justin talked about his dad, a garou Gnawer ahroun by the name of Jay, and how he's just looking for people who'd known him and heard stories about him: Jay died before Justin was born. No one seems to remember him. That means (1) Jay was not a big deal and/or (2) the Garou's use of oral history as a means of preserving the past are, unsurprisingly, quite flawed. Justin took me to a graveyard not too far away from the caern that I hadn't been aware of. Rows and rows of graves. I could make out some of the glyphs thanks to Flint's lessons (poor kid).
We parted ways and I went back to meditating in the caern. Slept near the fire pit. Weird dreams, but I think they were of my own making.
