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Had a nice chat with Mouse today, discussing a variety of things. (New York is apparently full of vampires--and I don't think they're all investment bankers.) She also thanked me for saving her and a few other werewolves' lives years back when she didn't know who I was. I hadn't recognized her, but apparently she was involved in a fight at a warehouse about 4 years ago: Local Garou versus their ugly cousins, who'd kidnapped someone and was doing horrific things to her. I helped track the girl down, put Salem on the trail with his posse, and provided Salem some intel about the building. The fight still went bad for them, and I ended up having to discharge a couple of my pen tasers in an electrical display designed to shock and stun--not kill. (Probably hurt like a sunuvabitch, though.) It was oh-so-vulgar, too. I rarely do that sort of thing. But it gave the garou the edge they needed to tip the scales in their favor, and Mouse turned out to be someone I'm really glad I helped--maybe even saved. Wish they could all turn out like that.
I inquired about Riot, a garou who--in my estimation--let her new-found power go straight to her head and became a bully/liability. She died in a fight, and Mouse said that was probably a good thing for everyone. Crazy to hear that from her--and crazy that I kind of agree.
Mouse and I shot the shit for a bit longer, and I found out that Andrea is no longer head honcho for the local chapter of Tall, Dark, and Furry. Apparently there's a guy in charge now, but Mouse didn't give details or name-drop. (Good for her.) Then this gangly woman approached us. Mouse gave me a head's up that she was garou. Sera. I peeked anyway. Yup. Garou. Things got really awkward then--the groove Mouse and I had developed was broken.
I excused myself, grabbed a sammich, and headed back to the houseboat to watch the idiot box. Wow. "Underworld" is more awful than I remembered.
I inquired about Riot, a garou who--in my estimation--let her new-found power go straight to her head and became a bully/liability. She died in a fight, and Mouse said that was probably a good thing for everyone. Crazy to hear that from her--and crazy that I kind of agree.
Mouse and I shot the shit for a bit longer, and I found out that Andrea is no longer head honcho for the local chapter of Tall, Dark, and Furry. Apparently there's a guy in charge now, but Mouse didn't give details or name-drop. (Good for her.) Then this gangly woman approached us. Mouse gave me a head's up that she was garou. Sera. I peeked anyway. Yup. Garou. Things got really awkward then--the groove Mouse and I had developed was broken.
I excused myself, grabbed a sammich, and headed back to the houseboat to watch the idiot box. Wow. "Underworld" is more awful than I remembered.
