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I poked my head out of my sanctum late last week, took a trip to the park, and ran into Val. Discussed perhaps helping her do another bramblefruit run so I could juice more of them, make popsicles, and store their magical essence. It has the whiff of chaotic, dynamic, raw, primal magic. I can definitely make use of this stuff.

Before we got into details, this girl (I'd met her once before over at a record store in town), Kay, turned up and started talking about music and her band and asking questions about how Val and I knew one another. Long story short, this gal's enthusiasm and zest for life is kind of contagious--even if there's a hint of narcissism. But hey, who isn't guilty of that from time to time?

Kay tempted/prompted me to go find my bass guitar, dust it off, and explore the relationship between musical tones (Forces) and emotions (Mind). It took some very finicky tuning, but I found a couple chords that seem to allow for coincidental pulls on a person's emotional state. If music can soothe the savage beast, can it also sell records/tickets?

Later that night, I went home to the RV out in Wolf Wood's campground area and spotted Sera--the Silent Strider metis with a feather problem--in a VW camper parked not too far away. First thought? Shit: they're watching me! But I don't think so. Too obvious. Maybe she's watching the campgrounds, pretending that she's a camper herself? I went over to say hi, then noticed the full moon.... ugh.She didn't seem all grouchy though--not like a lot of the others seem to get. She asked to see my RV--crap, I had /stuff/ and wards inside--and checked under the hood of the engine. She used some kind of magic, told me that a circuit board was going to go in a few months, and that she'd used a gift to determine that. It's apparently a tribal gift that detects when things are going to change drastically--like an engine component breaking down. That'd explain why I detected a hint of Entropic scrying mixed in with the predominantly Spirit magic that seems so characteristic of Garou's gifts. I thanked her, but then had to excuse myself: Taco Bell for lunch and it seriously disagreed with me. :/

The next morning, I took down all the wards in the RV, cleared out all the tass I had stored there, and relocated /everything/ to the Sanctum--save for the bramblefruit popsicles. I think I'm going to keep those in the RV. If any garou ever smells magic as being present, I can just point out the popsicles, claim that's the source (and not me!), and that I'd been curious about the transformative powers of the bramblefruit--and had heard it'd helped heal a garou, so it might be useful in a last-ditch emergency situation.

For the past 5 days, I've been holed up in my sanctum playing with fire. Literally.
There's so many things to do with it. The heat can be turned into magnetism, microwaves, cold, (anti)gravity, light (substantially moreso than a candle normally provides), darkness (weird, huh?), wind or kinetic energy, electricity.... I played around a bit with Correspondence, Forces, and a sconce torch--and transposed the visual flames from the torch onto my left hand. It looked like my hand was burning--except completely unharmed by the flames. The heat stayed right on the torch, invisible save for the rippling effect in the air caused by the flame's heat. This morning, I stuck my hand into the heart of a torch's flame, wrapping a protective layer of Forces around it. I think, if I wanted to, I could walk into a burning building and emerge completely unscathed by the flames.

That's about the time I realized I had intentionally stuck my entire hand inside a fire.

I pulled it out. No harm done. But I think I just got a nice bit of insight as to why mages who mess with Forces often bear scars from it. Wow, Nick. That was stupid of you. Let's use a little more caution in the future. (Still, that was pretty bad ass!)