![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Parkour in the park in the morning and theoretically meeting up again with Shelby. That was the plan, but apparently no one informed the plan about the plan. Emma showed up instead. We talked a bit, largely about nothing, and then Salem showed up. Val wasn't kidding: he did look like he'd aged about 30 years. It got epically awkward all of a sudden, like there was an elephant in the room as we all realized we all knew each other and.... I fired up some Prime magic on the sly and, lo and behold, Emma's a werewolf. Son. Of. A. Bitch.
I fired up a little Mind magic to see if Emma was thinking about asking someone about me later (I think having a garou going around and asking all of its buddies who/what I am might be very bad), but she was mostly concerned with trying to look normal in front of me while Salem was there. (This baffled me at first, but... I think I understand belatedly.) I managed to be pretty clumsy with using Mind magic on her, and I think she might have felt something--but not where it came from. (I so need more practice.) Eventually Salem left and I think we'd, as a group, smoothed things over and stabilized by then. I was feeling a little better, at least.
As we were leaving the park to go grab lunch, we ran into Mouse. I was better at mingling with a garou who knew about me and a garou who didn't the second time around, and the awkwardness wasn't there so much. Who knew you could get rusty at this kind of thing? But I know this dance: I've done it countless times in the past, and I'll probably do it countless times in the future. But Emma, I think, got a little frustrated/flustered and excused herself. That or she needed to use the bathroom bad or was feeling ill. (Do Garou get ill? I don't think I've ever seen one with a cold before.) I was getting faint from low blood sugar--skipped too many meals--and had to go get some food. I promised Mouse I'd meet up with her later that evening.
Later, I met with Mouse and thanked her for saving H. Crosby's life a few days ago. Mouse seemed legitimately pleased she'd been able to lend a hand in saving some random human's life: her stock price just went up again. I broached the topic of the brambles I'd heard about out in the woods that were annoying the garou, and offered to take a look at them in person to see if there was any information I might be able to contribute. Mouse was all "I would love your input but the other fuzzbutts would try to kill you." (I'm paraphrasing a little.) I suggested perhaps a spot waaaay out on the edges, well away from their node. Caern. Whatever. (I wonder if caerns are nodes that are so powerful that mages can work vulgar magic at them as if the magic were coincidental--like can be done in the astral plane, but without needing to go astral? That substantially reduced or negated paradox backlash would certainly make such a location VERY appealing to mages.)
Val called during the discussion Mouse and I were having. She'd been injured/drugged by the brambles, so I went to go pick her up and make sure she got home safe. Before I left, Mouse and I agreed to discuss possible ways I might give some insight without needing for me to stick my neck out for the garou--and have them chop it off. I read something a while ago about how dangerous it is to help injured animals because they might attack the person trying to help or save them. I guess the garou kind of act like wounded animals sometimes. Unsurprising.
Speaking of wounded animals, Val apparently discovered that the brambles have mutated. They seem to be yielding something with psychoactive properties. I got her back to her place (I think she flew headfirst into a tree) and tried calming her and reducing her hallucinations with some Mind magic. That seemed to help stabilize her and get her to sleep. I stayed up and guarded her until the morning, and she seemed to be fully recovered by then. Good!
While Val was out, I texted Mouse about her opinion of Emma--but Mouse apparently barely knows her. I've e-mailed Salem about his opinion of Emma, and will use that as a litmus test for whether to cut ties and get away from her ASAP.
Busy fucking day. And night. I've been up over 24 hours now and I'm really tired. Going to have to crash sometime today. Thank god I don't have to keep regular hours at a day job anymore.
I fired up a little Mind magic to see if Emma was thinking about asking someone about me later (I think having a garou going around and asking all of its buddies who/what I am might be very bad), but she was mostly concerned with trying to look normal in front of me while Salem was there. (This baffled me at first, but... I think I understand belatedly.) I managed to be pretty clumsy with using Mind magic on her, and I think she might have felt something--but not where it came from. (I so need more practice.) Eventually Salem left and I think we'd, as a group, smoothed things over and stabilized by then. I was feeling a little better, at least.
As we were leaving the park to go grab lunch, we ran into Mouse. I was better at mingling with a garou who knew about me and a garou who didn't the second time around, and the awkwardness wasn't there so much. Who knew you could get rusty at this kind of thing? But I know this dance: I've done it countless times in the past, and I'll probably do it countless times in the future. But Emma, I think, got a little frustrated/flustered and excused herself. That or she needed to use the bathroom bad or was feeling ill. (Do Garou get ill? I don't think I've ever seen one with a cold before.) I was getting faint from low blood sugar--skipped too many meals--and had to go get some food. I promised Mouse I'd meet up with her later that evening.
Later, I met with Mouse and thanked her for saving H. Crosby's life a few days ago. Mouse seemed legitimately pleased she'd been able to lend a hand in saving some random human's life: her stock price just went up again. I broached the topic of the brambles I'd heard about out in the woods that were annoying the garou, and offered to take a look at them in person to see if there was any information I might be able to contribute. Mouse was all "I would love your input but the other fuzzbutts would try to kill you." (I'm paraphrasing a little.) I suggested perhaps a spot waaaay out on the edges, well away from their node. Caern. Whatever. (I wonder if caerns are nodes that are so powerful that mages can work vulgar magic at them as if the magic were coincidental--like can be done in the astral plane, but without needing to go astral? That substantially reduced or negated paradox backlash would certainly make such a location VERY appealing to mages.)
Val called during the discussion Mouse and I were having. She'd been injured/drugged by the brambles, so I went to go pick her up and make sure she got home safe. Before I left, Mouse and I agreed to discuss possible ways I might give some insight without needing for me to stick my neck out for the garou--and have them chop it off. I read something a while ago about how dangerous it is to help injured animals because they might attack the person trying to help or save them. I guess the garou kind of act like wounded animals sometimes. Unsurprising.
Speaking of wounded animals, Val apparently discovered that the brambles have mutated. They seem to be yielding something with psychoactive properties. I got her back to her place (I think she flew headfirst into a tree) and tried calming her and reducing her hallucinations with some Mind magic. That seemed to help stabilize her and get her to sleep. I stayed up and guarded her until the morning, and she seemed to be fully recovered by then. Good!
While Val was out, I texted Mouse about her opinion of Emma--but Mouse apparently barely knows her. I've e-mailed Salem about his opinion of Emma, and will use that as a litmus test for whether to cut ties and get away from her ASAP.
Busy fucking day. And night. I've been up over 24 hours now and I'm really tired. Going to have to crash sometime today. Thank god I don't have to keep regular hours at a day job anymore.
