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I had a productive evening Friday night wigging the hell out of the two people renting the cabin: oddly enough, the exterminator did nothing to relieve them of their phantom spider and rodent infestation. When they fled and went to camp out in their car again for the night--shaking the hell out of their covers as they left the building--I figured I'd call it a day and hit the sack. That's when shit got weird.
I woke up face down in a dewy meadow. Morning. In my PJs. Surrounded by garou who were just waking up. Then I recognized Mouse, Alexandra, Ky, and Riley. I gravitated towards Mouse, and we all quickly realized this was some kind of shared dream-vision hallucination. I got a little distance from the group to test this theory by mentally manipulating the dreamscape: I was easily able to alter a blade of grass' color, health, form, and density. Definitely some kind of dream. High levels of Mind and Spirit. The spirit is a little different, as human dreams tend to be Mind. (Maybe this was a large, powerful spirit's dream?) I got a feel for where we were, thanks to Correspondence. It felt like Mt. Rainier--although not quite. (I confirmed it was via internet photos this morning.)
Mouse, bless her soul, made an immediate excuse about my being there--the only non-garou--as likely being due to being involved in a ritual she'd performed earlier. I think those present either bought it or were too preoccupied at the moment to dwell on it. Just kin. Nothing to see here. Move along. She also loaned me her pistol, which apparently had a clip that was some kind of fetish. Interesting. I hope she wasn't expecting me to be able to activate it, because I don't think I can. Yet.
We heard some roaring in the distance and a couple garou went to scout it out. It was a bear, her cub, and two humans ("park rangers" who, when I looked closer at them, seemed to have hidden dragonfly wings). It turns out that the rangers were friendly and wanted us to relocate the cub while they occupied momma bear. And then there were 9 cubs--one for every one of the dreamers. I went to pick up a cub (Mouse said to otherwise I most certainly would not have!) and it turned into a human baby--one wearing a robe that looked suspiciously like a Jedi's cloak. The others' cubs turned into human babies or wolf cubs or a metis baby (for Mouse), depending on the person.
Then reality broke apart and we found ourselves at the base of the mountain, at night, needing to climb a path. We did. Then reality crumbled again and we found ourselves inside a giant wasp nest--the former bear cubs we'd been carrying had disappeared. A giant ant wandered in, poked at a larva near the queen, and the wasps ripped it to shreds in half a heartbeat. Meanwhile, giant wasps were sporadically tapping at us with their antennas. Apparently we did not qualify as 'bad nuts,' a la Willy Wonka. (Even I passed muster. But damn that was scary.)
There was some debate among the garou as to what to do next, and Mouse opted with leaving. That made a couple garou a little cranky, and one of them--a cub that was growling like crazy and maybe on the verge of frenzy--got ripped to pieces by the wasps, almost before I could blink. There. Gone. I nearly puked on Mouse's back. (Which, by the way, I forgot to mention. When we first materialized there and it was obvious there was serious danger, Mouse--who was in the war wolf form--instructed me to ride her piggy-back style.)
As we were creeping out of the wasp nest, I decided to risk peeking with a little sensory magic. Hello! This was no longer some dreamscape: this was the really real world. We were way out in WWNP and... HELLO! Didn't I hear earlier that the wasp nest was built in the caern? This was the garou's caern? (Or what was left of it anyway. And Mouse had said they'd rendered it dormant.) Given the current circumstances, I can see why I did not get the full tour.
The trip back through the woods was a bitch, especially since I had only PJs--no shoes. I got scratched and gouged and stabbed by the various plants. I got chewed on by bugs. But I survived. (I think my PJs are shot, though.) We crashed at Edgewood. (My car was there in the driveway. How the hell did /that/ happen?) No one was sure of the deceased cub's name. It was probably a Wendigo named Mitzi, but there seemed to be some real uncertainty. Discussion ensued as to what the hell just happened. Mouse believes it's a sign that the garou are to act soon, rescue the young queen to be, and bring her back to the wasp nest before the old queen dies. Mt. Rainier was mentioned again, so maybe that ties in with us rescuing bear cubs? And then bringing the rescued thing(s) to the caern here? That book I got from Topsy referenced a point of future Wyld eruption occurring in the Mt. Rainier vicinity. Connected? Quite probably.
You know, I really ought to take a trip down to San Diego. Let one or two mages see (but not take/copy) the PDF I made of Topsy's book. I bet the guy in Boulder would be interested, and maybe I can get something noteworthy in exchange?
I woke up face down in a dewy meadow. Morning. In my PJs. Surrounded by garou who were just waking up. Then I recognized Mouse, Alexandra, Ky, and Riley. I gravitated towards Mouse, and we all quickly realized this was some kind of shared dream-vision hallucination. I got a little distance from the group to test this theory by mentally manipulating the dreamscape: I was easily able to alter a blade of grass' color, health, form, and density. Definitely some kind of dream. High levels of Mind and Spirit. The spirit is a little different, as human dreams tend to be Mind. (Maybe this was a large, powerful spirit's dream?) I got a feel for where we were, thanks to Correspondence. It felt like Mt. Rainier--although not quite. (I confirmed it was via internet photos this morning.)
Mouse, bless her soul, made an immediate excuse about my being there--the only non-garou--as likely being due to being involved in a ritual she'd performed earlier. I think those present either bought it or were too preoccupied at the moment to dwell on it. Just kin. Nothing to see here. Move along. She also loaned me her pistol, which apparently had a clip that was some kind of fetish. Interesting. I hope she wasn't expecting me to be able to activate it, because I don't think I can. Yet.
We heard some roaring in the distance and a couple garou went to scout it out. It was a bear, her cub, and two humans ("park rangers" who, when I looked closer at them, seemed to have hidden dragonfly wings). It turns out that the rangers were friendly and wanted us to relocate the cub while they occupied momma bear. And then there were 9 cubs--one for every one of the dreamers. I went to pick up a cub (Mouse said to otherwise I most certainly would not have!) and it turned into a human baby--one wearing a robe that looked suspiciously like a Jedi's cloak. The others' cubs turned into human babies or wolf cubs or a metis baby (for Mouse), depending on the person.
Then reality broke apart and we found ourselves at the base of the mountain, at night, needing to climb a path. We did. Then reality crumbled again and we found ourselves inside a giant wasp nest--the former bear cubs we'd been carrying had disappeared. A giant ant wandered in, poked at a larva near the queen, and the wasps ripped it to shreds in half a heartbeat. Meanwhile, giant wasps were sporadically tapping at us with their antennas. Apparently we did not qualify as 'bad nuts,' a la Willy Wonka. (Even I passed muster. But damn that was scary.)
There was some debate among the garou as to what to do next, and Mouse opted with leaving. That made a couple garou a little cranky, and one of them--a cub that was growling like crazy and maybe on the verge of frenzy--got ripped to pieces by the wasps, almost before I could blink. There. Gone. I nearly puked on Mouse's back. (Which, by the way, I forgot to mention. When we first materialized there and it was obvious there was serious danger, Mouse--who was in the war wolf form--instructed me to ride her piggy-back style.)
As we were creeping out of the wasp nest, I decided to risk peeking with a little sensory magic. Hello! This was no longer some dreamscape: this was the really real world. We were way out in WWNP and... HELLO! Didn't I hear earlier that the wasp nest was built in the caern? This was the garou's caern? (Or what was left of it anyway. And Mouse had said they'd rendered it dormant.) Given the current circumstances, I can see why I did not get the full tour.
The trip back through the woods was a bitch, especially since I had only PJs--no shoes. I got scratched and gouged and stabbed by the various plants. I got chewed on by bugs. But I survived. (I think my PJs are shot, though.) We crashed at Edgewood. (My car was there in the driveway. How the hell did /that/ happen?) No one was sure of the deceased cub's name. It was probably a Wendigo named Mitzi, but there seemed to be some real uncertainty. Discussion ensued as to what the hell just happened. Mouse believes it's a sign that the garou are to act soon, rescue the young queen to be, and bring her back to the wasp nest before the old queen dies. Mt. Rainier was mentioned again, so maybe that ties in with us rescuing bear cubs? And then bringing the rescued thing(s) to the caern here? That book I got from Topsy referenced a point of future Wyld eruption occurring in the Mt. Rainier vicinity. Connected? Quite probably.
You know, I really ought to take a trip down to San Diego. Let one or two mages see (but not take/copy) the PDF I made of Topsy's book. I bet the guy in Boulder would be interested, and maybe I can get something noteworthy in exchange?
