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And I'm single for Valentine's Day. I just need to get used to it. Emma nearly busted her ass doing parkour this morning, then did some kind of trip thing where I caught her to prevent her from falling. She's cute, but... Garou. It'd never work.
Case in point: Val. She's gotten her panties into a serious wad over me not telling her every little thing I can do--and I have no plans to do so. I don't know what's going on with her. Is she mad she didn't get a Valentine from me yesterday? Is she just tired and cranky? Is it just the brand of bat-shit crazy that women get every so often? Is it "that time of the month?" I'll give her some space for a week or so and see if she sorts her shit out. Hopefully. I like talking with her and we work well together.
Despite my having "lied" to her, and a crazy list she'd put together of all the things she know or thinks she knows I can do (which was fairly accurate but omitted tons of stuff--Val's thought processes are clearly very much oriented towards static magic), Val wanted me to look over the hard drive and some plastic samples she brought back from Plasticorp. Yup. Crazy woman went back all on her own to do more scouting while the alert level was higher. With my computer background (degree in comp sci, assisting with computer crimes for the SCPD, and network security for a bank), already knowing the username and password, and a little Entropy-fueled luck, I pretty much raped that hard drive. Not a whole lot on it, but I think I found a payment to--and communications with--a contract killer here in Saint Claire. Val's sharing the info with the garou soon, so....
There was one file on the HD that was, for some reason, extra creepy. It was just an MSWord file that had one written word: "Hello." Combine that with a malicious spirit that has mind-warping capabilities that can reach out a ways.... Scary.
Good news: I stopped slowly draining nearby batteries sometime Wednesday evening.
Case in point: Val. She's gotten her panties into a serious wad over me not telling her every little thing I can do--and I have no plans to do so. I don't know what's going on with her. Is she mad she didn't get a Valentine from me yesterday? Is she just tired and cranky? Is it just the brand of bat-shit crazy that women get every so often? Is it "that time of the month?" I'll give her some space for a week or so and see if she sorts her shit out. Hopefully. I like talking with her and we work well together.
Despite my having "lied" to her, and a crazy list she'd put together of all the things she know or thinks she knows I can do (which was fairly accurate but omitted tons of stuff--Val's thought processes are clearly very much oriented towards static magic), Val wanted me to look over the hard drive and some plastic samples she brought back from Plasticorp. Yup. Crazy woman went back all on her own to do more scouting while the alert level was higher. With my computer background (degree in comp sci, assisting with computer crimes for the SCPD, and network security for a bank), already knowing the username and password, and a little Entropy-fueled luck, I pretty much raped that hard drive. Not a whole lot on it, but I think I found a payment to--and communications with--a contract killer here in Saint Claire. Val's sharing the info with the garou soon, so....
There was one file on the HD that was, for some reason, extra creepy. It was just an MSWord file that had one written word: "Hello." Combine that with a malicious spirit that has mind-warping capabilities that can reach out a ways.... Scary.
Good news: I stopped slowly draining nearby batteries sometime Wednesday evening.
