Playing footsie with Plasticorp

( Chatting with Val at a dead node: the Dark Wine and Roses cafe )

( Val's preliminary scouting of Plasticorp: Scary!!! )

( Plasticorp: Next steps. )

( Wolves can fly? Shit. )

( Friend or working relationship? Tough question! And I'm apparently now a tourist attraction for the corax at large. Great. )

( Trying to get Val to help the Walker's young Bubasti connect with its own kind. )

( My "to do" list. )

(no subject)

( Tyger, Tyger, burning bright.... In which Karuvar cooks Mouse and makes off with the garou's sparkly. (TOLD YOU SO!!!) )

( I suspect this is the first time a mage has ever been asked if he could "put a caern to sleep" by a garou. )

( Val used to taunt the garou. Ha ha! )

( Salem welcomes me to the family, and is a grouchy old cuss under a full moon. )

( Worrying about being tailed, confirmation that I can't put a caern to sleep (but it can be done by mages more competent than I), and a busy day planned for tomorrow. )