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The new stocks analyst job has kept me busy recently. Had to do some quick studying up on things so I'd actually know the fundamentals of daytrading and the stock market instead of sporadically Dreaming up the relevant knowledge. I'm liking how there's an overlapping of the stock market and chaos theory. It fits in well with my math degree and gives me a huge leg up in using math that is nigh incomprehensible to the majority of people as an excuse for being coincidentally good at picking stock--with the gentle aid of Entropic magic. If anyone asks how/why I picked a stock, I'll have a giant pile of numbers to explain it to them--or, actually, confuse the pants off them.
Popped in to the Glass Walkers' safehouse a couple times to drop off groceries and mingle a little. Flint.... You know, I have no idea what is up with him. I think he's cutting himself--god knows why--and then staying cut up rather than shifting to heal himself. And the rest of the Walkers are letting him smoke and drink. It's.... I don't know. Like no one cares about his well-being? Even Flint doesn't seem to care. And there's a big (about 2' tall!!!) raven spirit roaming about the place keeping Flint company and making a mess of the place. I don't trust it. (Supposedly it's a friend to Norman, a Get of Fenris that I haven't met.) Also, I've no idea who or what Val might have told about me. Does the raven spirit know? Do the Walkers know and just aren't saying anything? Kavi's apparently not mentioned Thomas Lee's I'm-Secretly-A-Kitsune "coming out" party in the lobby from nearly a month ago. So.... Damn, these garou are confusing. And frustrating. I think more frustrating than confusing. Or frustrating because they can be so confusing?
I touched base with Charley--YAY FOR SANE PEOPLE!!!--a couple days ago. We talked shop a little and I invited him out to dinner and a magic show. There's a rooftop patio on this cafe a few blocks away from the Terminus building near an intersection that got one of those red light cameras installed about a month ago. I'd detected Entropy building up there, figured it was only a matter of time before it ruptured and spilled over--likely causing one hell of a pile-up or traffic accident. So while we ate sandwiches and sipped drinks, Charley and I'd scoop off a dab of bad ju-ju from the intersection and lump it on random pedestrians--and poodles. (Damn, I hate poodles.) I tried to direct the bad luck at the more corporate, well-to-do types, as I figure that they are better equipped to handle bad luck than--well--kids or people down on their luck by default. By the end of our meal, we'd ruined a few dozen people's days/weeks, but had dissipated the bad karma at the intersection. I'd like to think that the people who got inflicted with bad luck would willingly agree to taking on the bad luck if they knew it'd probably be saving lives. That's what I tell myself, at least.
I also offered to let Charley visit the spirit world via use of my new talisman if he wanted to. He seems pretty nervous about it: I don't blame him one bit. I can't wait for the moon to get fuller so I can get back out there and play with fire.
I finally met Jack the other night and he told me about his vision. Visions. Apparently there's been a series of them in the past, leading up to the current situation. I'm about to just throw the towel in on this whole thing. I have better things to do than chase down garou in order to collect dreams about gibberish. Oh, sure. I could probably use a blend of Time and Mind magick to go back a re-experience their dreams, but.... Hmm. That's actually maybe a good idea. And if I found out anything, I could leak it to Salem, who could claim he came up with it. I think I might look into that.
Popped in to the Glass Walkers' safehouse a couple times to drop off groceries and mingle a little. Flint.... You know, I have no idea what is up with him. I think he's cutting himself--god knows why--and then staying cut up rather than shifting to heal himself. And the rest of the Walkers are letting him smoke and drink. It's.... I don't know. Like no one cares about his well-being? Even Flint doesn't seem to care. And there's a big (about 2' tall!!!) raven spirit roaming about the place keeping Flint company and making a mess of the place. I don't trust it. (Supposedly it's a friend to Norman, a Get of Fenris that I haven't met.) Also, I've no idea who or what Val might have told about me. Does the raven spirit know? Do the Walkers know and just aren't saying anything? Kavi's apparently not mentioned Thomas Lee's I'm-Secretly-A-Kitsune "coming out" party in the lobby from nearly a month ago. So.... Damn, these garou are confusing. And frustrating. I think more frustrating than confusing. Or frustrating because they can be so confusing?
I touched base with Charley--YAY FOR SANE PEOPLE!!!--a couple days ago. We talked shop a little and I invited him out to dinner and a magic show. There's a rooftop patio on this cafe a few blocks away from the Terminus building near an intersection that got one of those red light cameras installed about a month ago. I'd detected Entropy building up there, figured it was only a matter of time before it ruptured and spilled over--likely causing one hell of a pile-up or traffic accident. So while we ate sandwiches and sipped drinks, Charley and I'd scoop off a dab of bad ju-ju from the intersection and lump it on random pedestrians--and poodles. (Damn, I hate poodles.) I tried to direct the bad luck at the more corporate, well-to-do types, as I figure that they are better equipped to handle bad luck than--well--kids or people down on their luck by default. By the end of our meal, we'd ruined a few dozen people's days/weeks, but had dissipated the bad karma at the intersection. I'd like to think that the people who got inflicted with bad luck would willingly agree to taking on the bad luck if they knew it'd probably be saving lives. That's what I tell myself, at least.
I also offered to let Charley visit the spirit world via use of my new talisman if he wanted to. He seems pretty nervous about it: I don't blame him one bit. I can't wait for the moon to get fuller so I can get back out there and play with fire.
I finally met Jack the other night and he told me about his vision. Visions. Apparently there's been a series of them in the past, leading up to the current situation. I'm about to just throw the towel in on this whole thing. I have better things to do than chase down garou in order to collect dreams about gibberish. Oh, sure. I could probably use a blend of Time and Mind magick to go back a re-experience their dreams, but.... Hmm. That's actually maybe a good idea. And if I found out anything, I could leak it to Salem, who could claim he came up with it. I think I might look into that.
