I feel a bit like Bronisław Malinowski as he first set foot on the Trobriand Islands.

( Mouse hooked me up with an apartment: I think I have the whole 3rd floor to myself. )

( Meeting Nieve, who discussed the use of "rhya," and talks to cockroaches. )

( Garou-kin heirarchies: let the wookie win. )

( Pretending to be a useful yet insignificant kinfolk. )

( And I was just handed contact information for all the elders of all the tribes who use cell phones. Holy. Crap. )

( Don't touch the roaches, kitty. They sting like bees. )

( And here I was thinking it'd be silly if I'd ever introduced myself to another mage as being "Nicodemus Dalton, Jedi Outcast." )

( Flint is clearly new to this whole "incognito" thing. Hope he learns before it burns someone. )