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The meet-up with Baukhain went fairly well I think, despite a mildly rocky start. I got to the coffee shop early and inadvertently ordered the drink she wanted (hazelnut latte)--before she'd even arrived--and didn't realize what I'd done (coincidental Time effect to anticipate the future purchase) until she got there and asked if I'd already ordered for her.(Maybe I've been peering into the stock market's future too much over these past few months and it's just gotten to be a habit?) I think I managed to explain that away though. I seem to be getting better at lying and making shit up to cover for myself: Not sure how I feel about that.
We got to talking. Bauk made a comment about me being off limits due to something Rina'd said the other night. I told her she was too young, I was too old, it wouldn't work anyway, and that I don't date garou because when one person is always subordinating their thoughts and opinions so as to not piss off their partner--which can result in maiming and death--that that's not a relationship: it's abuse. She claimed the Bete treated their kin better than the garou, but I imagine it's about the same as the lupines when all is said and done. But I think my sharing about how I put up with the garou's behavioral quirks might have given her some insight into how she alone is not being mistreated or picked on. If you're not garou in a place that's full of garou, you're going to have to eat their shit from time to time. (Hell, they make each other eat their own shit, too.)
She's a little haughty and full of herself. I remember being a lot like that back when I was roughly her age. Wanting to tell the world to go fuck itself. But arrogance doesn't lead to a long life expectancy if you hang around the garou. She used to be in a group that had garou in it, but it sounds like they got their asses handed to them. One of the survivors is a Glass Walker, and he's come here with her in tow. She's been booted out of the tenement (and rightly so in my opinion), so she's looking for a place that's under a grand a month and has a big back yard where no one will call the zoo to report an escaped tiger. She obviously feels ill at ease in the city, uncomfortable in her own human form. I wondered if she was tiger-born, but then she told me that she was raised knowing that the change would come and.... clearly not tiger-born. Just raised in such a manner that she's not particularly well-heeled. And from a different culture. This is a classic case of culture shock. Her running with a group of garou, always moving from place to place, coming to new areas where their help and presence was wanted and welcomed with open arms--and then coming here where there's a high value on territory, respecting it, and no immediate threat where she'd be a useful ally, division and suspicion....
That's got to be a little frustrating.
I took her for a ride out to Kent Crossing to see about letting her stretch and get out of the city for a bit. We went to the public use beach area for Lake Arthur, where there were not too man people around and we could easily avoid them. (They cluster at the lake's edge and shore near the parking area mostly. Get away from there and 100' back into the woods and you're not likely to encounter anyone--unless they've snuck off to use the bathroom or engage in hanky panky.) She really loosened up as she got out into the woods: even seemed happy. I managed to broker a meeting with Mouse, Kavi, and Bauk.
She asked if I could come to, and I'll see what I can to do manage that as well. If I don't get out to the woods tonight, I'm going to miss my window for getting to practice playing with fire in the spirit world. (Note to self: contact Mouse and see about arranging an apology in an outdoor location.)
I wonder if I should buy a chunk of private, wooded land? I can probably afford 50, 100, maybe 200 acres. And I'd kind of like to move away from that Silent Strider, Sera, who arrived in the WWNP campground after I did. (I don't think she's spying on me, but it still kind of feels like she is.) Or maybe I can get that lofted cabin I used to rent back--or one like it? There was a ton of woods and privacy around that little place. I was happy there. (Just wish it had a creek or something.) And I don't think the Winnebago is my style. It's nice, and I like being able to relocate if I want, but... neighbors. I think that's the real problem. Neighbors.
We got to talking. Bauk made a comment about me being off limits due to something Rina'd said the other night. I told her she was too young, I was too old, it wouldn't work anyway, and that I don't date garou because when one person is always subordinating their thoughts and opinions so as to not piss off their partner--which can result in maiming and death--that that's not a relationship: it's abuse. She claimed the Bete treated their kin better than the garou, but I imagine it's about the same as the lupines when all is said and done. But I think my sharing about how I put up with the garou's behavioral quirks might have given her some insight into how she alone is not being mistreated or picked on. If you're not garou in a place that's full of garou, you're going to have to eat their shit from time to time. (Hell, they make each other eat their own shit, too.)
She's a little haughty and full of herself. I remember being a lot like that back when I was roughly her age. Wanting to tell the world to go fuck itself. But arrogance doesn't lead to a long life expectancy if you hang around the garou. She used to be in a group that had garou in it, but it sounds like they got their asses handed to them. One of the survivors is a Glass Walker, and he's come here with her in tow. She's been booted out of the tenement (and rightly so in my opinion), so she's looking for a place that's under a grand a month and has a big back yard where no one will call the zoo to report an escaped tiger. She obviously feels ill at ease in the city, uncomfortable in her own human form. I wondered if she was tiger-born, but then she told me that she was raised knowing that the change would come and.... clearly not tiger-born. Just raised in such a manner that she's not particularly well-heeled. And from a different culture. This is a classic case of culture shock. Her running with a group of garou, always moving from place to place, coming to new areas where their help and presence was wanted and welcomed with open arms--and then coming here where there's a high value on territory, respecting it, and no immediate threat where she'd be a useful ally, division and suspicion....
That's got to be a little frustrating.
I took her for a ride out to Kent Crossing to see about letting her stretch and get out of the city for a bit. We went to the public use beach area for Lake Arthur, where there were not too man people around and we could easily avoid them. (They cluster at the lake's edge and shore near the parking area mostly. Get away from there and 100' back into the woods and you're not likely to encounter anyone--unless they've snuck off to use the bathroom or engage in hanky panky.) She really loosened up as she got out into the woods: even seemed happy. I managed to broker a meeting with Mouse, Kavi, and Bauk.
She asked if I could come to, and I'll see what I can to do manage that as well. If I don't get out to the woods tonight, I'm going to miss my window for getting to practice playing with fire in the spirit world. (Note to self: contact Mouse and see about arranging an apology in an outdoor location.)
I wonder if I should buy a chunk of private, wooded land? I can probably afford 50, 100, maybe 200 acres. And I'd kind of like to move away from that Silent Strider, Sera, who arrived in the WWNP campground after I did. (I don't think she's spying on me, but it still kind of feels like she is.) Or maybe I can get that lofted cabin I used to rent back--or one like it? There was a ton of woods and privacy around that little place. I was happy there. (Just wish it had a creek or something.) And I don't think the Winnebago is my style. It's nice, and I like being able to relocate if I want, but... neighbors. I think that's the real problem. Neighbors.
