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[nick_garou]

The paradox ran its course and began dissipating Monday morning. I went from 22.5lbs in the morning to 140lbs (normalish weight) that evening. Decided to pop over to the tenement and check on LOLcat. I ran into a few folks in the lobby talking about crazy stuff going on again--just more intense--out in the woods. Flint was there, so that made introductions easier. I finally met this Kaz person Val said Mouse was excited to see and who'd apparently recovered and brought the trinket that'd been in Harbor park to the area. Two really young kids, too. Kyler and Alexandra--both Shadow Lords. God, they're so young--and killing machines already, even if they look and act like kids. How fucked up is that?

Anyway, I made a pot of coffee and then exhaustion suddenly hit me like a brick wall. I excused myself, went up to check on LOLcat, and crashed.





Tuesday morning I got a call from Shelby. Not to go do parkour out in the woods (which, honestly, sounds like it would be a bad idea nowadays). But to come see my houseboat to see if it was something she'd want to buy. It wasn't: too small. She was looking for something for a pack, and.... I'm okay in the houseboat by myself, because I'm a bit of a minimalist. I could see two people living together on it, but you'd better be intimate because if you aren't to begin with you might as well be by the end of a couple weeks. You could put two bunk beds in the rear cabin and one more in the front and sleep 6 people if need be, but.... Yuck. Too cramped quarters to do that for very long.

Anyway, Shelby and I chatted for a while, which was nice. She was raised as if she were kin, so she's got an interesting perspective on things. I asked her for advice on fitting in and if I was doing anything wrong. She seemed to think I was fitting in fine. If a garou who was raised kin thinks I'm doing fine, I must be doing a decent job passing myself off as being kinfolk. (Let's just not get cocky, Nick.) I like her. She's kind of liberal. Smart. Easy to talk to. Respectful. Kind of makes you want to be respectful right back. Too bad she's not human. Oddly enough, she asked about Thomas Lee and if I'd heard anything about him. It's like the city is curious about this one guy. Weird.





Later that day, I relocated my phone (because I'd misplaced it) and had a voicemail from Thomas Lee asking about the houseboat. What. The. Hell. Maybe I need to lay off the Entropic magic for a bit? I postponed returning that call. Maybe tomorrow.





Met up with Val in the park that evening while I was meditating at the node and recentering myself. (God, I have been such a slacker with doing parkour. I should give Emma a call at some point.) Val confirmed there was weirdness in the woods with the brambles. She brought me more bramblefruit--this stuff had apparently caused the head wolf, Silvertip, to grow ram horns after he ate it. Honestly? I was half tempted to give the stuff a tiny nibble--just to see what'd happen. But I just got done being isolated on my houseboat for three days. Let's not go for more--or forever. Val and I joked about making Salem a bramblefruit smoothie out of it. He would totally kill us both deader than dead. Anyway, the fruit is in the fridge. I'll take a gander at it tomorrow and maybe look for a means of "juicing" tass out of it. Could have a very interesting resonance and, if there's sufficient tass to bother with, maybe I'll see if Val can bring me a bunch more.





Val also filled me in on a girl that seems to be doing a bunch of serial killings in town--including pets--but focusing on families so far. I really don't want to get back into working homicides, but this one.... I have a feeling more people are going to die. If I can help prevent that, I think I have an obligation to work this homicide with Val. God, I hate mingling with Death.